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simple-persica · 3 months
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Ok I didn't really get why people were so into Ace Once Piece. Like he has a great design and he seemed cool, but I didn't really get it.
I get it now.
I really get it.
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shhyguy · 2 years
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this boybossing malewifeing business got just a little out of hand (he/they)
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tarjapearce · 2 months
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Old Friend
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Summary: You meet an old friend in your shopping trip with the family.
Nothing but a slice of life, fluff, bit of angst and a jealous Miguel ~
Whenever it was restock day, Costco or Walmart would be the main places to go.
You'd get the list, Miguel would secure Rosie to his chest, as Benjamin would get inside your cart. Gabi would walk alongside you or her beloved Papa, pushing his cart.
Each would take separate ways, you'd get the meats and veggies, as Miguel would get the rest, powder detergent, cleansing products, and snacks.
"Mama, can I have these?" Benjamin swayed his feet pointing at the  colorful packaging of dinosaur shaped nuggets.
"Course you can, mi niño. Which one you want?"
"I tried the red one last time, I'll get the purple"
Benji's boyish voice echoed around you as you stopped on the frozen meals section.
"Alright, purple it is."
You picked the purple package, a triceratops and a T-Rex on the cover. Then, filled the cart with different sort of meats, Miguel's favorite cuts, hams and of course, lots of canned jalapeños. Orange, pineapple, and cranberry juice, a couple of sodas and finally you got to go to the cereal and coffee aisle.
Miguel was running out of coffee in his office, and back at home you only had a couple of packages. It reminded you the time Miguel nearly had an anxiety attack when he found out he had ran out of the black liquid gold, even in his secret stash.
For some reason the brand he always bought was put on the top shelves. With a huff you looked around to see if there was any ladder, but upon finding none, You stepped on the bottom shelf, trying to get the six pack in the edge, but obviously, you couldn't reach it.
Benjamin giggled when you missed, as revenge you smothered his face in kisses, earning you a loud and bubbling squeal.
"Here, let me." A deep voice rumbled behind you. Your eyes widened at the all too familiar face before you. Reaching effortlessly for the coffee packaging.
"Richard" you mumbled while taking the package, to then put it on the cart.
"Hey" His hand waved softly. Clad in a hoodie, bermudas and sneakers. A little gold band hugging his ring finger. Dull, as his overall aura.
Despite the years coming through, he hadn't lost his kind green eyes. Some wrinkles adorned his matured face. Ricky was only two years older than you, and still had some white hairs poking out here and there.
He sported a short and well trimmed beard, hair parted and neatly arranged to a side. His eyes darted to the boy that undoubtedly resembled alot like you, except for his curious big and round red-ish eyes.
"Whose this little champ?" The smile on his face was coy, but genuine.
"It's my boy, Benjamin."
A proud beam stretched on your face as your hand caressed Benjamin's head, some of his curls trapping your fingers.
"Nice to meet you, champ." Ricky stretched his hands towards him and Benjamin shook it, a tad nervous.
"He definitely has your curls."
You smiled, eyes diverting behind him, ready to meet his partner but, there was none, just his half cart full of car appliances, some diary products and snacks.
"My goodness, you have a beard now."
Ricky chuckled and scratched it. He was a handsome man, undoubtedly. Good and well worked physique. Lean muscles, athletic and healthy looking. Green eyes a shade darker than green apples, pretty lips you liked biting and a healthy tan on his skin, despite him being a pale guy. A couple of freckles adorned his nose.
"And you've got a kid now." there was a bit of disbelief in his tone.
"Three actually. Funny how we ended up doing the things we always said we wouldn't do right away."
Richard gave a soft laugh.
"At least we look good. And I'm sure you're a great mom. How long has it been?"
"I don't know, I suck at math. But I do know it's more than ten years." You pushed the cart to get the cereals and naturally he helped you to get them. Eyes looking for Miguel in every chance you had.
"How have you been?" He tensed a bit at the question, not expecting your openness to talking so casually, specially when your finger shone with a golden band. He graduated college and never saw you again, until now. Gentle and caring as always. You hadn't changed, and he was glad.
"As usual. Existing, trying to keep myself afloat after, uh... my divorce." His mouth pressed in a tight line, green eyes looked away for a second, unable to meet your stare. Ashamed.
Your eyes blinked at his reply. Clearly surprised by such thing. Face falling with worry. "I'm sorry to hear that."
Richard shook his head, and gave a nonchalant shrug.
"Things happen. It's one of those situations that get your eyes open for good." Ricky rubbed his neck awkwardly and you offered a little reassure with a hand on his shoulder, patting it softly.
"Hey, you've got this. I know it's been a while, but I'm sure your problem solving skills are still top notch."
Hw chuckled, almost sympathetic at himself, "I don't even know anymore, if I'm honest. But if you say so."
The voices in the aisles kept indistinct, each in their own world, mingling with the upbeat background music.
"Also... I'm sorry." His eyes remained on yours. Something he'd always do when speaking truthfully.
Your brow quirked, "Whatever for?"
Ricky's hands squeezed the insides of his pockets as he spoke.
"For breaking up with you. Specially like that. It was a d-" He caught his tongue before continuing with the french before Benjamin, "It was wrong of me."
You could only stare at him, and he recoiled further in his spot, shoulders hunched, eyes on the floor.
"If something's worth saying, I... divorced cause my mom also ruined it for me."
You frowned, confused and he shook his head.
"So I cut ties, went to therapy and yeah." He reached out for a three pack of granola for himself, and another for you after you pointed at the brand.
"I'm sorry, I'm kind of confused as to why would you think I'd be happy to know something awful happened to you, Richard?"
Richard's brow puckered. You really hadn't changed at all. Even after he dumped you a few days before Christmas eve.
"I... don't know? Thought you'd hold a grudge for what I did."
"A grudge?" You tittered and this threw him off guard, "Not to sound mean or anything, but I didn't even remember what had happened until now. You know I'm forgetful."
You both chuckled as he nodded.
"Yeah, kinda wondered if you'd lose your head too if it wasn't attached to your body."
You gasped while mocking offense, "That was rude."
You grabbed a couple of cereal boxes Benjamin pointed at.
"But true. In all seriousness, I'm glad that at least something great came after me. Is he a good man?, wait..." He shook his head softly, "Stupid question Of course he is, you married him."
You beamed and this made his chest swell in a mix of happiness and pride. You deserved it after all he also put you through.
"You'll find someone, I know so." It always made him wondered why he was stupid like that to allow his mother come in between.
"I'll give myself a couple of years to heal first. Wanna make sure I don't repeat things over."
It was your turn to get that pride sensation in your chest. Knowing he was making a good progress out of his mother's shadow also made you happy. You out of everyone knew how hard it was like.
"Hope they're ready to listen country music nonstop in your car." He rolled his eyes.
"I know you hated the genre, that's why I always played them"
Your lips pursed with faked anger as he tittered, however, Ricky cleared his throat off the laughing upon watching a behemoth of a man, approaching from behind. Red eyes set on him. A shudder crawled on his skin as he gulped. The baby on his chest did little to appease the intimidating aura around him.
"Mama!" Gabi came to you with an excited face as she showed you her new acquisition. A purple and glittery cover for her phone.
"Qué lindo! Do they have it in blue too?" (How cute!)
"Nah, it was the last one, Papa said this would match with my room too."
Said Papa hugged you from behind, and kissed your temple, red eyes never left him. Ricky gave Miguel a polite smile as he backed away a few steps. Miguel's strong features only turned sharper. It would be a lie to say if Ricky wasn't surprised and intimidated.
Surprised cause you hugged Miguel's narrow waist, a pleased and proud purr emanated from his chest. Loud enough for only you to hear it.
The man before him screamed danger a mile ago. But also, explained lots of things. Like Benjamin's eyes.
"Richard, this is my husband. Miguel O'Hara."
Ricky hesitated for a second, but stretched his hands towards him, big tan hands easily enveloped his in a firm shake.
"Nice to meet you." His nervous smile was like fuel to your husband's ego.
Miguel acknowledged him with a brief nod, eyes not tearing away from him. A quiet She's mine in his eyes.
"Richard and I used to go at the same college. Oh! This is my eldest daughter, Gabriella. And my youngest baby, Rosie."
Gabi smiled politely while holding onto Miguel's hips.
"You have a beautiful family." His green eyes stared at an ever curious Rosie that gazed back at him. Miguel's shoulder's tensed when Rosie gave Ricky a smile.
"Thanks, You'll be fine though. Things take time, but, It all comes together somehow. Just be patient. I'm glad you're doing good on your own." Again, you patted his shoulder, he just gave you a small but genuine smile. Miguel's guts churned as his jaw clenched.
Ricky left after saying his goodbyes, not wanting to impose his presence any further.
"Gabibi, mi amor, can you get the food cart to the line, please?"
"Okay. Don't take too long, please?"
Gabriella took the cart as Benjamin showed her his nuggets, leaving you and Miguel with Rosie alone.
"Alright, interrogation can start now." You chuckled and Miguel pulled you by your waist towards him, ebbing you to walk a few steps before giving a firm slap on your rear.
"Miguel!" you hushed, flustered while looking around to see of there were people and he smirked.
"Wanted to do that before that guy, but that wouldn't be too polite of me, wouldn't it?"
You kissed his cheek, but he quickly corrected the place and pecked your lips.
"That's better. Who was he anyway?"
"My ex from college."
He just hummed and it was your turn to return the squeeze, he chuckled, "Relax. He just got divorced and obviously not having a good time."
"Too bad." He shrugged, a bit nonchalant and you deadpanned.
"Don't be mean. You were scaring him on purpose."
"Obvio. Still, forgot to thank him." (Obviously)
You chuckled as you approached to the line, Gabi waved at you both.
"Thank him?"
"Well, he let you go, and I wouldn't have met you in the first place. So thanks to that."
"Well, he's there on the other line, go tell him."
You teased, but to your surprise Miguel stepped away from the beeline and was walking towards Richard.
"W-Wait! Miguel!" You had skip a few steps to catch him and pull him back to spot, he smirked while pulling you tighter towards him.
"Don't tempt me, mi reina."
"God, I swear. You're-"
"Your husband, mi amor." He smirked, satisfied at his own title in your life.
"A jealous one."
He leaned to your ear and whispered, "Espérate que lleguemos a casa. No te la vas a acabar conmigo, mi reina." (Wait till we get home. You'll see what's up.)
Gabriella rolled her eyes at the flirty atmosphere around you and covered Benjamin's eyes.
"You're too young to see that."
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charlottecutepie · 2 months
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° ❀⋆. Picnic date (William Afton x fem!reader)
tags: outdoor sex, corruption kink, daddy kink, innocence kink, soft to rough sex, unprotected sex, choking, lots of pet names, creampie, riding, missionary
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Ah, those beautiful and hot summer days. Mid July.
Nature alive and thriving. The warm sun enlivened the surroundings; the trees shimmered with emerald green leaves as delicate colourful flowers were scattered around, blooming under a clear azure sky. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers mixed with freshly mown grass. A quiet and windless day, you can only hear the unobtrusive but beautiful singing of birds nearby.
There were no people around because only you knew this secret place. You loved spending free time here, often reading your favourite book, relaxing in the shade of large trees.
As it is now, nothing has changed, except that you aren't alone now. You were lying on your stomach, on a blanket, as always reading your favourite book in the genre of old novels. William was next to you, holding a small diary for notes in his hands, carefully reading something in there, all concentrated. He was lying on his back, squinting against the rays of the bright sun. Today was a particularly hot day, so he ditched his usual vests and jackets, replacing them with a light linen shirt and knee-length bermuda shorts.
William looked up from his diary for a moment, glancing at you beside him. What an angelic and innocent little creature you are. Truly beautiful, like one of the blooming flowers. Gentle as one of the weightless white clouds in the blue sky. Innocent as a little fawn. Tender baby, pure and adorable, like a little bunny. Daydreaming little beauty, his beauty.
Your hair shimmers beautifully in the summer sun, William wants to stroke it, to run his long fingers through your strands. Your lips, as always so soft, just begging to be kissed, bitten, eaten. Your ethereal eyes, which follow the words in your book, shine with naive curiosity about the plot. Your cheeks, so adorable as they turn slightly pink every time you come to the part where the characters in the novel do something more than just kissing. Your fingers, so small compared to his long ones, turn the page of the book, William wants to bring them to his lips and kiss each one, whispering how charming you are.
His precious girl, dressed in a white dress that accentuates your figure, his heart stops. It perfectly fits every curve of your body, emphasizing your every movement and the beauty hidden inside you, like long-awaited flowers after winter. You're lying here in the warm rays of the sun, reading your novels and waving your legs, so adorable. Your dress is a real dream, short enough to give William a wonderful view of your body.
Blood rushes to his cock. Oh, how he wants to destroy your innocence. How he'd like to corrupt and ruin his precious girl right here, under the sun, on this blanket, where the sweet smell of flowers surrounds you both. All sorts of vicious thoughts roam in his head: kissing your delicate neck, running his fingers along your spine as they finally reach your core. He wants to defame your purity. That angelic voice of yours must break down in sobs and moans as you whimper "daddy" while he roughly fucks you. Those eyes must be filled with tears, those lips parted in moans, those hands around his neck when he pounds you. William's fingers are clutching the blanket, he's frowning. No, he shouldn't do that, just not right now.
"Want me to read it for you?" a cute offer comes from him. Smiling warmly at your nod, he began to read your novel aloud. His voice rich and seductive, like dark velvet, captivating you. He was reading about an intense encounter between two characters that made your heart beat faster; it took your breath away from the passion-filled words unfolding in front of your imagination. Lost in his fascinating narrative, you snuggled closer to William, seeking solace in this newfound sensation pulsing through your veins — an inexplicably sweet mixture of shyness and pleasure intertwined in your feelings for him.
Suddenly, your eyes sparkled mischievously as you took a juicy ripe strawberry from a bowl.
"Want some?" you playfully teasing him. William doesn't even have time to react as you shut his mouth with strawberry. You laugh softly, seeing how he enjoys the taste, and coquettishly run your finger over your lower lip, a wide smile on your face. Such innocent teasing that thrilled him more than anything else.
"Mmm. . ." He murmured, swallowing fruit down as you giggled. Your fingers lightly brushed against his lower lip to remove any trace of strawberry residue. "Thank you, darling."
Oh, so his girl wants to play.
"Someone wants to play, hm?" he cooed, moving closer to you. He carefully put one of the strawberries between your parted lips, looking at you hungrily. William couldn't help but feel an irresistible desire to touch your soft lips, completely covered with the sweet essence of strawberries. "Guess I'll take my revenge sweetly," he murmured before leaning forward and capturing you in a soft, gentle kiss. His tongue teased at your lips, begging for entry, and when you parted them slightly, he slipped his tongue inside tasting the sweetness of the strawberry. William groaned softly, savouring the taste. His hand gently caressed your cheek.
As the kiss stopped being innocent and William put your book aside, you leaned on top of him, devouring his lips in a passionate kiss now. William barely restrained himself from cumming in his pants. His precious girl is so hot, so daring, brave even, not afraid of daddy at all. His innocent girl just doesn't know what he's capable of.
"Oh, daddy. . ." you moan into his mouth, fuck, such an angelic voice you have, your lips slightly swollen from a hungry kiss you both shared. "oh, daddy, daddy, daddy. . ." you nuzzle into his neck, pressing your whole body against him. William's hands stroke your hair, then go down to your back, caressing tenderly. His hardness pressing against you, a pleasant friction that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You grind on his bulge slightly, craving more. William gently thrusts up into you, his clothed erection pressing in your panties, causing you both to moan softly.
"My sweet girl," he whispers. You move your hips back and forth on his bulge, your needy pussy rubbing against his cock through the thin fabric of your panties. His cock twitches in response. "So wet for me, princess, oh my god," he groans in your ear. "I need to be inside you, darling, need to fuck my precious girl, fill you up real good. Right here."
You shuddered at his words, nearly crying from how needy you are. "Yes, yes, please! fuck me, want to feel you, daddy. . ."
His hands immediately and impatiently undid the zipper of his shorts as he lowered them along with his underwear. His hard cock was already leaking with pre-cum, demanding to be inside you. You lifted yourself up slightly, your dress pulled up. William's fingers pulled your panties aside, exposing your wet and leaking entrance. He bit his lip, nearly till blood. Fucking fuck. He can't believe his eyes, his little and innocent angel is so. . . So lustful, depraved, sinful, just begging him to fuck her, to cum inside her and claim her.
"Daddy will fuck you so good, baby," he says, thrusting his cock into your tight pussy. Summoning all his strength, he refrained from cumming in the first seconds. God, your cunt feels like heaven, so tight and warm, just made for him, William moves his hips up and slips into you fully. "Oh fuck, angel, oh fuck! such a good girl for me." he whispers.
Unable to keep your balance as you feel dizzy from his cock, you lay down on him again, clutching the blanket under you with one hand and holding on to him with the other. He groans in pleasure as he lazily fucks into your wet cunt at a slow, but steady pace.
"Mmm," you purr, nuzzling his neck. "Love it when you fuck me like this, daddy, ohh. . ."
He ran a hand through your hair softly. "You're beautiful," he murmured back to you, gripping one of your ass cheeks through dress possessively. "I could spend all day like this."
You gasp loudly at his touch as you dig nails lightly into his skin in response, your cheeks burning, but not from heat of the hot summer. Your pussy tightening around his shaft, feeling how his tip rubs against that sensitive sweet spot deep inside you.
You cling to him tightly, your body trembles as pleasure overwhelms you. He slammed into you harder, your bodies moving in way that took your breath away. "Yes, daddy, yes!" you cried out. "Fuck me harder, please!"
William doesn't need to be told twice. He pulled out of you, staring down at your glistening pussy with lust-filled eyes. You spread your legs wider for him, wanting to feel his big cock filling you up again.
"Lay down." he rasped huskily. You obeyed immediately, changing pose, lying back on the soft blanket as he climbed between your legs once more. He positioned the swollen red tip of his dick on your clit, rubbing, teasing you mercilessly. You bucked beneath him, trying to get more friction, but he abruptly grabbed your wrists above your head, pinning them to the grass and not letting you move. "Patience, angel," he breathed harshly. "Daddy's going to ruin that angelic pussy now."
Finally, he slipped inside you slowly but firmly, stretching you wider as he filled your pussy. You gasped in pleasure, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, he entered deeper from that angle. He began to rut into you hard and fast, your cunt clenching around his cock as he slammed into you over and over again. You let out desperate moans, writhing beneath him as pleasure overwhelmed you. "Fuck, Daddy!" you cry out. "Im close!"
He gave a low growl in response, fucking you even rougher than before. Your pupils blown at his fast pace. Your head fell back on the blanket, your hair messy, eyes teary as you being fucked roughly but lovingly. Your pussy squeezed his cock, coating his base with your slick.
"Cum, angel, cum on your daddy's cock." he groaned, thrusting even deeper where it already hurt. Your pussy flutter around him as you cry out his name and he kisses you, roughly, biting your lips and nearly fucking your mouth with his tongue. God, you taste like strawberry, such a sweet, sugary girl. He's damn dizzy, his cock throbbing inside you as his balls slaps against your ass. "Fuck, fuck! Yes— Oh, fuck, yees, angel!" he moans loudly into your mouth, breathing heavily. You're close, so damn close to coming hard around his cock as you choke on your own moans and squirm under him.
"Daddy— Daddyyyy!" you felt a powerful orgasm building up inside you, your walls clenching down tightly on his cock as if trying to milk him dry. You screamed out in pleasure as it washed over you, your cunt spasming around him hard enough that he almost lost his footing. "Oh, oh! Noo, no, I'm sensitive, William!" he squeezed your wrists harder, leaving a red mark on your skin. Oh yeah. When you call him by his name, it means you're being serious, but he doesn't give a fuck. He knows his little angel can take another orgasm. Despite this, he kept pounding into you relentlessly as if trying to push even deeper inside, his tip brushing against your cervix.
"Take it, angel, fucking take it." you writhing beneath him, your sensitive pussy still spasming around his dick, tears in your eyes from overstimulation. "Again," William growls. "I want to feel you cum again." he slammed into you harder, faster; your body shivering. William let go of your wrists, instead his hand went to your neck and squeezed it. You immediately gasped, grabbing his hand, a little fear in your eyes brought him closer to the edge.
His grip tightened, making it harder for you to draw air. The lack of oxygen heightened your sensitivity, intensifying every thrust that he made into your wet pussy. It was almost too much to bear as his cock rubbed against your sensitive spot again and again. The squelching sounds your little cunt made had William completely lose his mind. His grip on your neck firm as you drooling over his hand, eyes rolling back from pleasure and lack of air.
"That's right, angel, let daddy fuck you stupid." you reply him with choked mewls and whines as your another orgasm grows nearer. He smirks, hand reach down to your clit as he rubs it with his calloused rough fingers, earning sobs from you.
Oh, his precious girl is so cock drunk, so dumb, drooling stupidly as your pussy being ruined. What a sight. William took a deep breath. You were completely at his mercy as he fucked you on the picnic blanked. He stared down at you, captivated by your angelic beauty. The way your breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples perky, fuck, even seen through the fabric of your innocent little dress.
His precious lovely girl. You lie under him and take his big cock, while beautiful flowers bloom and smell around you both, and sunlight falls on your pretty rear-stained face, illuminating the picture of sick yet lovely bliss on it. Everything around you is so alive and natural, tall trees, green meadow, blue sky. Your beautiful moans are mixed with the singing of birds, oh, his precious angel, cry as much as you can, William considers your moans a prayer. His prayer.
"You—… Fuck! Fuck!" his words are slurred as he fell into the abyss of lust and sin, fucking his innocent angel. Your pussy so warm, just too fucking good that he can't stop pounding you. His grip on your throat loosened and you finally inhaled a portion of air. "Oh, princess, gonna cum inside you, gonna fucking breed you."
At such a moment, you wanted warmth from him, despite how roughly and harshly he slammed into your pussy, you needed his hugs and kisses. So you wrapped your arms around William's neck, pulling him to you. He lay down on you with his whole body, continuing to thrust, he left a kiss on your shoulder, inhaling the sweet aroma of ripe strawberries next to you both.
"Ooh— Daddy, so good! Ugh, so good!" you melted under him like vanilla ice cream under the scorching sun. Another powerful orgasm snaps in your stomach. You screamed his name, clawing at the blanket beneath you as your cunt pulsated all over his shaft. William felt it too; your tight pussy milking his cock brought him close.
"Fuck, im cumming." he growled. His body tensed as he slammed into you one final time before releasing his warm seed deep inside your womb, filling you to the brim, coating your walls completely. William shudders against you as spurts of his cum shoots inside you, forcing soft sobs from you.
Sighing heavily, a soft smile appeared on his face, which he gives only to his angel, his precious girl. William pulls out slowly and you whimper at the loss of warmth and stretch as his cum starts leaking out of your little hole to the blanket.
"You did so well for me, darling," he leans down to your face, holding his weight on his hands now. "always such a good girl for me."
"Thank you, daddy." you look at him with innocent yet naive eyes, what nearly makes his already soften cock hard again. "can i have strawberry ice cream?"
William's eyes widen at your question. You've just been roughly fucked and choked and now you're asking for. . . some ice cream? William freezes for a second and then bursts into laughter.
"Oh, angel, of course, of course you can!" he chuckles softly, studying your face. Your fucked out expression, but cute smile. "I love you, princess." William leaves a kiss on your nose and embraces your body.
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goryhorroor · 2 months
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Upcoming horror movies (some without release years) - not in order
Longlogs - FBI Agent Lee Harker is assigned to an unsolved serial killer case that takes an unexpected turn, revealing evidence of the occult. Harker discovers a personal connection to the killer and must stop him before he strikes again.
Nosferatu - A gothic tale of obsession between a haunted young woman and the terrifying vampire infatuated with her, causing untold horror in its wake.
Bermuda - Unknown details but it will be set in the mysterious patch of the Caribbean where planes and ships have gone missing over the years.
Twisters (ok thriller but imma count it because i can) - A sequel to the 1996 film about stormchasing scientists studying tornados.
Immaculate - Cecilia is warmly welcomed to the picture-perfect Italian countryside, where she is offered a new role at an illustrious convent. But it becomes clear to Cecilia that her new home harbors dark and horrifying secrets.
Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire - The film centers on the Spengler family as they return to where it all started – the iconic New York City firehouse – to team up with the original Ghostbusters, who’ve developed a top-secret research lab to take busting ghosts to the next level. But when the discovery of an ancient artifact unleashes an evil force, Ghostbusters new and old must join forces to protect their home and save the world from a second Ice Age.
Mickey's Mouse Trap - follows a group of friends who become targets of a serial killer dressed as Mickey Mouse
Imaginary - When Jessica moves back into her childhood home with her family, her youngest stepdaughter Alice develops an eerie attachment to a stuffed bear named Chauncey she finds in the basement.  Alice's games with Chauncey become increasingly sinister, and Jessica intervenes only to realize Chauncey is much more than the stuffed toy bear she believed him to be.
Skeletons in the Closet - Haunted by a malevolent spirit since childhood, a desperate mother allows herself to become possessed in order to save the life of her terminally ill daughter.
Lisa Frankenstein - love story about a misunderstood teenager and her high school crush, who happens to be a handsome corpse. After a set of playfully horrific circumstances bring him back to life, the two embark on a murderous journey to find love, happiness… and a few missing body parts along the way.
Winnie The Pooh: Blood & Honey 2 - oh yay? I guess a sequel
Adrift - It is described as a supernatural ghost story set aboard a ship. It is an adaptation of a short story by Koji Suzuki
Dustbunny - It follows a young girl who asks her neighbor to help her kill a monster under her bed after she thinks it has eaten her family.
Faces of Death -  follows a woman who discovers violent videos that recreate death scenes from movies online. 
Heretic -  two religious women who become the focus of a strange man's games. 
History of Evil - In the near future, war and corruption have plagued America and turned it into a theocratic police state. Against the oppression, ordinary citizens have formed a group called The Resistance. One such member, Alegre Dyer, breaks out of political prison and reunites with her husband Ron and daughter Daria. On the run from the militia, the family takes shelter in a remote safe house. But their journey is far from over, as the house’s dark past begins to eat away at Ron, and his earnest desire to keep his family safe is overtaken by something much more sinister.
MaXXXine - Six years after the ‘Texas Pornhouse Massacre’, Maxine is now LA-based and on a driven quest to become a star in the acting world. But things take a sinister turn when bodies once again begin to fall around her.
Dracula - A futuristic sci-fi western version of Dracula.
Apartment 7A - Prequel to the 1968 film Rosemary’s Baby.
Baghead - follows a young woman who inherits a run-down pub and discovers a dark secret within its basement. Enter Baghead - a shape-shifting creature that will let you speak to lost loved ones, but not without consequence. 
Out of Darkness - In the Old Stone Age, a disparate gang of early humans band together in search of a new land. But when they suspect a malevolent, mystical, being is hunting them down, the clan are forced to confront a danger they never envisaged.
Stopmotion - stop-motion animator by the name of Ella whose latest project might just be driving her to the brink of madness.
Late Night with the Devil - 1970s talk show host Jack Delroy on his last legs, wrung out by personal tragedy and in need of a ratings win. His plan to feature as a guest a young girl who is allegedly possessed seems like a Halloween night layup… until the cameras roll and all hell literally breaks loose.
You'll Never Find Me - An isolated man living at the back of a desolate caravan park is visited by a desperate young woman seeking shelter from a violent storm. As the savage storm worsens, these solitary souls begin to feel threatened – but who should really be afraid?
The First Omen - When a young American woman is sent to Rome to begin a life of service to the church, she encounters a darkness that causes her to question her own faith and uncovers a terrifying conspiracy that hopes to bring about the birth of evil incarnate. (this might be a prequel to the omen)
Abigail - After a group of would-be criminals kidnap the 12-year-old ballerina daughter of a powerful underworld figure, all they have to do to collect a $50 million ransom is watch the girl overnight. In an isolated mansion, the captors start to dwindle, one by one, and they discover, to their mounting horror, that they’re locked inside with no normal little girl. 
Return to Silent Hill - James, a man broken after being separated from his one true love. When a mysterious letter calls him back to Silent Hill in search of her, he finds a once-recognizable town transformed by an unknown evil. As James descends deeper into the darkness, he encounters terrifying figures both familiar and new and begins to question his own sanity as he struggles to make sense of reality and hold on long enough to save his lost love.
Infested -  invasion of venomous spiders, forcing residents of a suburban building to find a way out.
Tarot - Tarot follows a group of friends who recklessly violate the sacred rule of Tarot readings – never use someone else’s deck. In the wake of broken rules, consequences follow, this time in the form of unleashing an unspeakable evil trapped within the cursed cards. 
The Strangers Chapter 1 - a couple, have to survive the night while being terrorized by masked strangers in a remote Airbnb in Oregon
The Watchers - the film follows a young woman who becomes trapped with three strangers in a shelter deep within a forest in Ireland where the group must fight off mysterious creatures every night in order to survive. 
Never Let Go - a family who has been tormented by an evil spirit for years as their lives become more dangerous when one of the kids questions if the evil is real. 
The One - Follows character Taylor as she becomes a contestant on a reality TV dating show to find love. Taylor's experience takes a turn as she gets down to the final three and becomes terrified of not finding love (with a horror twist)
Thread: An Insidious Tale - new actors who play a husband and wife who use a spell to travel back in time to prevent their daughter's death, which has worse consequences than imagined
Weapons - The movie is about the disappearance of high school students in a small town, similar to the movie Magonlia's from 1999
A Quiet Place: Day One - New characters in New York
Alien: Romulus - takes place between the first & second movies
Beetlejuice 2 - not much is known about the plot details, but Beetlejuice will have a wife & Lydia's daughter will be in it
Speak No Evil: this is the English remake (all it really says; but it's just the 2022 movie but English?)
Smile 2 - it's a sequel but no details have been revealed
Terrifer 3 - not too many details revealed but it will take place on Christmas Eve
Wolfman - not too many details revealed but it's a new take on the werewolf tale
I Saw The TV Glow - Teenager Owen is just trying to make it through life in the suburbs when his classmate introduces him to a mysterious late-night TV show — a vision of a supernatural world beneath their own. In the pale glow of the television, Owen’s view of reality begins to crack.
Don't Move - A seasoned killer injects a grieving woman with a paralytic agent and she must run, fight and hide before her body completely shuts down.
Arcadian - Nicolas Cage comes back to save the day - and his children - from ferocious creatures at their remote farmhouse.
All My Friends Are Dead - College friends? Remote Airbnb? A secret murderer? What could go wrong in this classic toxic friend group killing spree? Looking forward to attending the biggest music fest of the year, this group of friends get together for what should be a killer weekend.
Monolith - It is about a disgraced journalist who investigates a conspiracy theory while trying to salvage her career.
some movies coming out maybe not this year but have been floating around: The Toxic Avenger (I think remake), Witchboard (remake), Year 2 (about werewolves), Shelby Oaks (A woman's desperate search for her long-lost sister falls into obsession upon realizing that the imaginary demon from their childhood may have been real), Salem's Lot (remake), Little Bites ('70s-set monster movie that highlights the lengths a parent will go to protect a child), The Crow (Reboot), Jordan Peele's untitled movie, I've also seen there's going to be another Saw (but it hasn't been confirmed), and another Scream (but that production is already a trainwreck so who knows)
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pearlsinmyhair · 1 month
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⚔︎⊹ ࣪ MODERN!MIZU HEADCANONS
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i had to write something for her- i was itching. headcanons are always kinda scary for me so i hope you like them
anyways: very light on x reader, with general mentions of mizu having a partner. that being said, no nsfw (for this one).
real quick! : i use she/her pronouns for mizu in this. if this is triggering for you, which i completely understand if it is, then please don’t proceed.
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≈ she most definitely owns a cat. mizu is one of those pet owners whose animals reflect their personalities. her cat will tolerate some and scamper away from the rest of those who dare try to pet them. the feline avoids taigen, is chill with akemi, and pretends to hate ringo (she purrs as soon as he walks into her apartment, but she does so with a grumpy face).
≈ surprisingly, the fur baby let you scratch her under her chin when you first came over- which, believe me, mizu noted.
≈ has a butterfly knife.
≈ can do extremely elaborate tricks with it -are we surprised-
≈ one time taigen tried to copy her and it ended with him slicing a finger open and almost flinging the knife into his face.
≈ there’s a blood stain on the rug in mizu’s living room, and whenever taigen brags she’ll just silently point at it to humble his ass.
≈ also has a fish. specifically a beta fish. they’re solitary and will fight others if kept together, and i think mizu would find some kind of kinship with a little angry beta fish.
≈ no, her cat doesn’t try to eat her fish. everyone is convinced that the three beings in the mizu household can read each others minds.
≈ this idea isn’t squashed when you eventually move in, because three simply becomes four, and you all move around each other and communicate perfectly without so much as a look. it’s freaky, and taigen, akemi, and ringo will watch them in silence trying to figure it out.
≈ she wears those giant bermuda-cut jean shorts. akemi hates them, which just makes mizu love them more. she loves seeing her face scrunch up with disgust when they meet up.
≈ gym girlie gym girlie gym girly-
≈ girl’s got a snatched waist, it’s not faaaaiiiirrrr-
≈ definitely has tattoos, and everyone of them is meaningful. there’s a teeny tiny pheonix at the nape of her neck, a dagger on her ankle for swordfather, and a Hokusai wave trailing down her bicep that she gets extended every now and again.
≈ speaking of the wave tattoo, mizu has a deep seated love for the ocean. as in, she’ll never tell anyone outright, but if the group is anywhere near the beach for the day, mizu disappears. they find her via taigen (he has her location under the guise of knowing where to find her body if she gets killed), and she’s waist deep in the waves, just kinda meditating.
≈ she doesn’t get visually cold. like, cmon, sis was wandering around in the snow and sporting a little red nose. she doesn’t complain, doesn’t shiver, and her teeth don’t chatter.
≈ that is, unless you’re close to her.
≈ she’ll allow herself to be babied after putting up a fight (ahem ringo) but a bitch will melt if you fret over her.
≈ factory reset when you try to warm her hands up by cupping them in yours and breathing on them.
≈ taigen will gag if you both show pda, and mizu will threaten death.
≈ this woman has enviable fashion sense. off duty model vibes, even though she’s not trying.
≈ favors baggy clothes, and likes a more androgynous appearance.
≈ that being said, the eyeliner on her slays. just as sharp as her sword, and she’s got ariana grande skills when it comes to applying it.
≈ rbf all the way. most people think she hates them (she does, but she’ll never confirm it) because her default expression is stern.
≈ i think she’d wear rings. all kinds- she likes to twist them when she’s thinking.
≈ if she were to go to college, i feel like she’d pursue some kind of history degree or art history and specify in either japanese military history or traditional art (im projecting-)
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i’m actually fighting fear to post these-
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shanieveh · 11 months
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back to december 🌙 !
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scaramouche x gn!reader | genshin smau
SUMMARY: you were childhood bestfriends with scaramouche, and with many unanswered confessions and one sided goodbyes, you both meet again, but now he wears a cold glance even turning agressive when his eyes wander yours, and it all came down the day he became the top of your class, beating you and rejoicing in success. his smile was because of your pain. maybe you could turn back time where promises actually never broke, and love was a beautiful thing.
GENRE: enemies to lovers, academic rivals, mutual pining, angst, crack, childhood bestfriends,
STATUS: [05. 29. 23] on-going
TAGLIST: open
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PROFILES— reading club | late night drinking buddies
FLASHBACKS — flashback 1 | flashback 2 | flashback 3
01: how dare him?
02: ocean blue eyes
03: jealousy, jealousy
04: drunken words, sober thoughts
05: selling nfts to billionaires (not a scam)
06: terms of services
07: online therapist
08: stan photomath
09: slaying in the pain
10. the truth is hard, thats what she said
11: x and y aren't the same
12: before you go (emotional)
13: gacha club for intellectuals
14: if bad, why hot?
15: bermuda triangle
16: call it what you want
17: i can never give you peace
18: unsaid actions
19: i feel you forget me
20: i think i've seen this film before
21: how long can we be a sad song?
22: you're losing me
23: whispers of the wind
24: paint me a blue sky
25: letters to my beloved
26: maybe this time
27: long story short
28: memories bring back you
29: september night
30: you held your head like a hero
"dark clouds and stary skies, it was and have always been you... please don't leave us like this."
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acidsaladd · 5 months
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finally releasing these doodles from the void that is my camera roll
[id: four images with digital drawings of winry, ed and al from fullmetal alchemist. The first image is a couple colored drawings of winry. On the left we see her standing, full body, looking to the right; she is wearing a black tank top, big bermuda shorts, brown boots and a green bandana on her hair. She is holding a black long suitcase on one hand and the other is in her pocket. Next theres a drawing of her waist up wearing a similar black tank top and green bandana, thick copper gloves and green coveralls with the sleeves tied on her waist; she is facing the viewer full on with one hand on her hip and the other holding a metal box to her hip.
The second image is a close up of the full body drawing from the thighs up. In the third image we can see two drawings of ed; in the first he is sitting with his arms on the backrest, right leg propped on the other. He is wearing a black tank top and his leather pants so his automail is in full display. Next to that we see a 3/4 headshot of ed looking shocked. Above them there is a couple drawings of his automail arm. In the fourth image we can see 4 headshots. the first couple is of Al and Ed when they were kids, both facing the viewer but Al is smiling and looking forwards while Ed is frowning and looking to the side. Below that we can see Al and Ed again but older (post-promised day) with both of them again facing the viewer; Al is smiling, his hair short and messy and Ed has his brows furrowed but he's grinning crookedly./ end id]
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denaliwrites · 5 months
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The Origin of (Love Bug) Species
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Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader
Summary: Reader's got a bit of a stomach bug and the Doctor is in.
Warnings: Gastrointestinal Distress.
Requests: Open!
"I told you not to eat the mystery meat!" the Doctor scolded you, and you admired his valiant effort to sound harsh, but you could hear the laugh he was trying so hard to hold back. "Never eat the mystery meat! Surely even humans know to never eat the mystery meat!"
"Oh my god, Doctor, please stop saying 'mystery meat,'" you begged good-naturedly as he led you down a corridor in the TARDIS.
"But you ate it!" he tried to protest. "The mystery meat I specifically told you not to eat!"
"It's not like it was human," you tried to placate him as he eased you down onto a plush bed. Funny, you thought as you caught glimpses of the room, this doesn't look like my bedroom...
"We didn't know that!"
"I feel like we can safely assume that the neon purple meat was not, in fact, human."
He wanted to argue with you -- you could see it in his eyes, in the way his mouth opened and closed, then pursed in frustration. But what rebuttal could he possibly offer to that?
Instead, he left you. He was out of line of sight, but you could hear him rummaging around somewhere nearby. While he was away, you readjusted, pulling your whole body onto the bed with a pained moan. Your stomach felt like a roiling sea, making any movement of your lower half annoyingly agonizing (okay, that was maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but you were miserable).
The Doctor reappeared at your side, sitting down next to you and pressing a cool, damp cloth to your forehead. You were curious where the water came from, but you forgot to ask in the wake of the gentle and comforting kiss he pressed to your forehead.
"Maybe it's not the mystery meat," you mused idly. "Maybe I caught a bug."
"Where on Earth would you have caught a stomach bug from?" he asked, and you grinned at his turn of phrase. Seeing you smile made his lips quirk up, ever so slightly, clearly happy to see you happy.
"I dunno... do love bugs originate in the stomach?"
He blinked dumbly down at you for a moment, and you could almost literally see the gears turning in his head as he processed what you'd just asked him. "Do... do what originate where?" he asked, positively dumbfounded. Oh, it wasn't often you managed to catch him off guard like this.
"Do love bugs originate in the stomach?" you repeated.
"I... I don't..." He was speechless. You'd finally rendered the Doctor speechless. If eating the mystery meat killed you, you could die happy.
Suddenly, his barking laughter erupted and filled the room. It startled you at first, but then you eased and even let yourself chuckle, though that was short-lived as your stomach twisted in protest. When your chuckles turned sharply into a moan, the Doctor's laugh instantly stopped, and he looked over you worriedly.
"I'm fine," you told him. The look he gave you implied I don't believe you.
Luckily, instead of protesting, he did something else.
"No, love bugs don't originate from the human stomach... they originate from the Bermuda Triangle."
"Wait -- What --"
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ghostofahero · 13 days
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The Son of Neptune - Easter Egg?
In the Percy Jackson and the Olympians I saw something that interested me.
In The Battle of the Labyrinth, chapter My Birthday Party Takes a Dark Turn, page 336:
"It was my dad. He was wearing a Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and Birkenstocks, like he usually does. His black beard was neatly trimmed and his sea-green eyes twinkled. He wore a battered cap decorated with fishing lures. It said, Neptune's Lucky Fishing Hat."
I repeat: Neptune's Lucky Fishing Hat
NEPTUNE'S
Is this some kind of easter egg? Is this foreshadowing for the Heroes of Olympus, The Son of Neptune?
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machtaholic · 21 days
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Written for @steddiemicrofic March prompt, pin.
Love Story, Rating: T, 388 words
It was hot on the streets of Chicago, but it was even hotter inside the stadium, where Eddie felt pinned in on all sides by the crush of screaming girls. But the only pinned person he was interested in was the one whose back was currently pressed to his front.
Steve was dressed in a pair of lavender bermuda shorts a white crop tank top and a pink, blue and purple short sleeved button up over it. Friendship bracelets up each forearm, cheeks and hair covered in glitter - Steve fit in perfectly with the crush of girls around them. Unlike Eddie, who felt completely out of place in his Hellfire Club t-shirt with his hair up in a messy bun due to the heat.
The lights changed as Taylor Swift took the stage with her guitar and started playing … something. Whatever it was made the crowd holler and made Steve bounce excitedly.
"We were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flashbacks starts I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air …"
Eddie hummed as Steve bounced and danced against him - this was so not Eddie's jam, but it made Steve happy. And a happy Steve made Eddie very happy.
"… You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess, it's a love story, baby, just say, 'Yes' …"
Eddie smiled wide when Steve turned to look at him at him.
"Gonna be my prince?" Steve asked.
"I'll be your prince of darkness, princess," Eddie whispered. "Brought a surprise." They'd been lucky enough to snag a room in a hotel within walking distance from the stadium, which Eddie was grateful for - he didn't want to have to try to hail a cab or catch a Lyft or Uber.
"A surprise?" Steve turned fully so he was face to face with Eddie, the crowd pinning them to each other with barely any room to breathe.
"Silk rope," Eddie leaned in, his lips almost against Steve's, humming as they shared a breath.
"Going to cpature me and then save me?" Steve asked.
"Capture, torment, then save you," Eddie breathed, giving Steve a soft kiss.
"My prince of darkness," Steve hummed, turning back towards the stage, leaning back against Eddie.
"… We were both young when I first saw you."
[NOTE: had to delete my earlier post because editor wouldn't let me fix it >.< [
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lilislegacy · 19 days
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Hey, I know. I just left like a cute and really well. Thought out headcannon in your ask box. This is not one of them. Lol
This is quite literally some random thought I just had
Percy doesn't have body hair.
Ok hear me out
I was thinking about some of my old friends in my old highschool on the men's swim team and how they would shave their legs to go faster in the water.
My next thought was, "percy would probably shave his legs to be like a seal or dolphin"
But then I thought, what if he is like a seal or a dolphin?!
He is, technically speaking, a marine mammal. It would make sense that he have hairless legs.
Idk it just randomly popped into my head lmao
Me rn thinking of marine mammals and percy jackson:
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thanks for the ask @invadericee!
this is SO funny to me because i’ve thought about this before, and i hc the exact opposite!!
idk why. your theory makes sense and i love the detailed thinking, because im the same way.
allow me to explain my reasoning ☝️
i picture poseidon - wild and untamed as he is - being a hairy guy. not like in a gross animal way (ares, however…) but just like having the most chest hair, facial hair, and arm/leg hair out of the big 3. hades doesn’t have a single body hair on his paper-white being. zeus would have an average amount, but manscapes (in a magical god-like way), and then brags about his ‘neatness’ 🙄. poseidon doesn’t give a fuck. he rocks his flip flops and bermuda shorts and hawaiian shirts with the top buttons undone - chest hair showing.
and i think their kids are the same way. 16/17 year old percy, i feel like had more chest hair (i repeat, not an absurd amount) than most of the other guys his age. he totally teases his friends on his swim team (“it’s ok boys! you’ll be a man like me one day!”). i think he has to start shaving his face at a young age - which sally teaches him - and as an adult he has to shave pretty much every day to stay clean-shaven. (which is why i think adult percy usually has stubble/short beard). and if he were a normal person, he probably would shave his legs for swim team. except, he doesn’t need to. he can swim exactly as fast as he wants (like at mach 5, for instance.) and actually has to purposefully slow down. so shaved legs = not necessary.
and if anyone is thinking “i can’t imagine percy with chest hair and facial hair.” first off all, probably because you’re thinking of 14 year old percy. second, well, do you imagine poseidon all bare and hairless? probably not. you probably imagine him with a beard (canon) and a healthy amount of chest hair and arm/leg hair. and percy inherited his physical features, so he’s bound to be the same.
anyway, back to reality. i love your quick little idea. my response was not trying to disprove you, cause i know you just sent it in on a whim. i just love to spew my thoughts about percy! 😂😂
loving all your thoughts!
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stevesbestgirl · 2 years
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We Are Drunk
Eddie Brock/Venom x f!Reader
2198 Words
Warnings: sexual content, monsterfucking, oral (f receiving), pool sex, skinny dipping, semi-public sex, mild swearing, a teeny tiny bit of angst at the end
A/N: Wow, I have never felt so unqualified to write a fic before but god DAMN, Venom is intimidating to write. Don’t @ me on any inaccuracies, I’ve only seen the movies like once or twice, but I saw this gif and I was inspired (gif credit to @chrrispine​ - I hope it’s okay I used it for this). I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do.
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Giggles erupted around the circle as the bottle stopped spinning, its head pointed at you. You'd think your friends were a bunch of middle schoolers based on how goofy they were being, but a case of wine would do that. 
"Truth or dare?" Holly asked, the shine from her engagement ring paling in comparison to the glint of mischief in her eyes. 
Before you could answer, Julia snickered, "Why ask? You know she's gonna  say truth." 
An infantile "ohhhhhhhh" echoed around the circle, making your cheeks warm- as if they weren't already warm from the booze. You glared at Julia, knowing you were taking her bait and not caring, "Dare."
"I dare you to skinny dip in the pool," Holly smirked. She seemed confident you would back down.
You could feel everyone staring at you. It seemed like even the bottle was accusing you of being a chicken- waiting for you to say something. Anything, really. But you couldn't think of anything that didn't sound either weak or defensive- or both. So you just stood up, making for the door. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. 
The others followed you out to the hallway, where they waited at the railing, hushed giggles making you regret your decision even more. The more noise they made, the more likely someone else was to come out of their room, even this late- or early, you weren’t really sure anymore. 
You nearly stumbled on the stairs to the ground floor, nerves starting to get to you. They were right- this wasn’t you. But when you got to the bottom and considered changing your mind, Julia caught your eye, smug expression preempting an, “I told you so,” just waiting to be said. 
You couldn’t go back in there and deal with her gloating; it was get naked or go home. So you ripped your shirt over your head and threw it down on one of the lounge chairs, stumbling over your shorts as you wriggled those off too. Glancing up at the huddle of girls leaning over the railing, you threw up your middle finger before unclasping your bra and tossing it to the side, your panties following before you could lose your nerve. 
You heard the sharp sound of a whistle before you leapt into the pool, the water muffling the sound. The cool water was almost a relief after being totally exposed, but by the time you surfaced for air, you caught a glimpse of Julia’s retreating form on the stairs and your clothes were missing.
“You guys have got to be fucking kidding me,” you angry-whispered, glancing along the railing to make sure no more doors had opened at the sound of the whistle. 
But there was no answer, only more hushed giggles and the snap of the room door closing. You muttered obscenities under your breath; if you’d wanted to have a twelve year old’s summer camp experience, you could’ve saved a lot of money going there instead of coming to this stupid bachelorette party. 
As if things couldn’t get worse, you heard the sound of someone cautiously clearing their throat, “Please don’t freak out.” 
Normally you would have freaked out, to be fair. But jumping naked into a hotel pool had made you realize that you definitely weren’t the responsible sober friend right now. So instead of having a meltdown, you threw your head back in the water and groaned.
You heard halting footsteps and glanced at the edge of the pool; a man in a bermuda shirt and a baseball cap was inching toward you, a towel in his outstretched hand. The other hand was covering his eyes, though his fingers seemed to be twitching.
You hauled yourself out of the water, quickly accepting the towel and wrapping it around yourself. You perched on the edge of the pool, allowing your feet to dangle into the water- it was rather nice, actually. 
You offered a smile to the mystery man, “You’re safe. Thanks for the help.” You offered him your name.
“No problem,” he said, clearing his throat. “Eddie. Mind if I join you?”
“Go ahead,” you tipped your head to him and he kicked off his sandals before following your lead. You glanced at him; the two-day beard and circles around his eyes paired with the smell of booze outed him. “Rough night?”
He chuckled, the sound a little gravelly, “You could say that.” He looked up at the balcony where your friends had been, “Guess I don’t have to ask.”
“How much did you see?”
“Enough,” he answered crisply, though his face paled when he realized the implication of his words, “Not- I don’t mean- I didn’t see much.”
You kicked absently at the water, watching the ripples move away from you, “You don’t have to feel guilty. I’m the dumbass that jumped into the pool naked.”
There was a pregnant pause; he seemed to be debating on what to say next. “Well, if I don’t need to feel guilty, maybe I can say that you looked pretty nice.”
You cracked a smile, a laugh escaping, “I looked nice?”
A dull flush rose on his cheeks, “Didn’t seem right to say you looked hot as hell, so-”
You could see where this was going; you were a little dorky, but not completely oblivious. More surprisingly, you were actually okay with the idea. At least until you heard words spoken so softly that you almost weren’t sure you heard them; a voice just lower, a bit raspier than Eddie’s was just moments before, “Kiss her, Eddie.”
Eddie’s eyes flickered to yours, the faint amount of redness in them only highlighting the worry on his face. 
“What was that?” you asked, a note of caution in your voice now.
He did a split-second analysis of whether or not he could bullshit his way out of this before muttering a defeated, “God dammit. I should have known you’d blow this.”
“Who are you-” 
The words died on your tongue as Eddie heaved a sigh, rubbing both hands on his face like he was trying to sober himself up. And though both hands were on his face, a dark shadow loomed over his other shoulder; a black, tentacle-like appendage that seemed to be watching you for a reaction. 
You could feel the scream bubble up in your throat in place of words, but Eddie’s frantic, “Please don’t freak out,” was enough to make you take a deep breath, instead whispering, “What is that?”
“That’s Venom,” Eddie said softly. “He’s kind of like a roommate.”
Your eyes trailed down to where the tendril seemed to merge with Eddie’s shoulder, repeating dimly, “A roommate.”
“We think you are pretty,” Venom followed up earnestly. “Eddie got very excited when he saw you naked.”
“Stop- you’re making it worse,” Eddie hissed.
Your face got hot; somehow, being seen naked by a total stranger paled in comparison to how embarrassing it was to be seen by a total stranger and his weird, amorphous plus one. 
“Am not,” Venom hissed back. “She likes it. We can tell.” Your breath caught; had he heard the way your heart was beating rapidly in your chest? You shouldn’t be okay with this, but after alien invasions, flying cities, and superheroes of all shapes and sizes,  nothing really came as a surprise to you anymore. 
Eddie leaned in close- you could smell whiskey on his breath, “He means well, I promise.”
You nodded faintly, prying your gaze from Venom back to Eddie, “Are you dangerous?”
His nose bumped against yours, “Not to you.”
That was all it took for you to kiss him. His half-grown beard scraped your chin as you captured his lips with yours, a muffled sound of surprise escaping Eddie before he moved closer, his hand sliding over your shoulders to draw you in. His tongue met with yours, the taste of alcohol mingling in your mouth as he took the lead.
With apparent ease, his arm dropped down around your back, lifting you onto his lap. You wondered if Venom gave him extra strength, but didn’t have time to dwell on it as his hands toyed with the hem of your towel.
“Touch me,” you murmured into Eddie’s lips, still not sure that you wouldn’t lose your nerve. “Both of you.” You squeezed your eyes closed, a little afraid to see, but you felt the front of the towel pull back, exposing you to the cool night air once again. And then there were hands on you- at least they felt like hands. Stroking up the top of your thighs, ghosting over the lower part of your abdomen, cupping your breast and kneading it softly until a moan broke through your lips. Eddie’s mouth left yours to nibble softly down the line of your neck, and you felt the nudge of something foreign at the crest of your thighs, urging your legs apart.
A whimper, both from the way Eddie was nipping at your shoulder and a bit of fear, escaped you, but you parted your legs, gasping at the tender nudge of something brushing against your clit. The strange echo of Venom’s voice surprised you again, “Open up for us, pretty girl, we want to taste you.” Your thighs spread more without waiting for your brain to catch up to the command and Venom croons his approval, “Yes, perfect, beautiful, so pretty.” And then you felt him; the thick muscle of a tongue tracing over your clit before sipping down between the apex of your thighs and dipping inside you.
Your back arched as a cry bubbled up inside you, only to be captured by Eddie’s lips back on yours. He hushed you, murmuring into your mouth, “Careful, we don’t want those friends of yours coming out to check on you.” His other hand moved down to your clit, tracing sloppy circles while Venom’s tongue worked incessantly, twisting and prodding inside you in ways you couldn’t fathom. Your brain couldn’t keep up with what was happening between your legs, but you could feel the pleasure building more rapidly than ever before, breaking over you before you’d even had the chance to prepare and leaving you panting against Eddie’s lips.
“Ready for us, Eddie,” Venom muttered, licking up the release dripping down the inside of your thighs.
You could feel Eddie’s cock straining against his shorts underneath your ass as you shivered under Venom’s tongue. Your towel was pooled on the ground behind you and you fingered Eddie’s bermuda shirt, “I wanna see you too.” You slipped off his lap and back into the water with a soft splash, the cool water a shock to your sensitive folds. Resurfacing, you rested your chin on your hands at the edge of the pool and watched as Eddie pulled off his shirt, revealing a well-defined chest dusted with dark hair. You bit your lower lip as he slid off his shorts, watching his length spring free before he climbed into the pool after you. 
He swam up behind you, dipping his head to press kisses into your neck, “It’s not too late to change your mind.”
But you only moaned, “Need you, Eddie.” You pushed your ass back against him, whimpering as his fingers dug into your hips. You felt him prodding at your entrance, sheathing himself inside you with ease, despite the way the stretch burned. Now it was like you could feel both of them; neither just Eddie or Venom, but somehow both as their hips snapped against your ass, leaving you breathless with each thrust. 
“Such a pretty girl,” Venom growled.
“So good for us,” Eddie finished for him, his voice so low and raspy he sounded more like Venom than himself. His hips moved fast, one of his hands on the edge of the pool for leverage as he slammed into you with more force than he should have been able to manage underwater. 
“Fill me up,” you pleaded, fingers frantic between your legs as your pleasure built and his thrusts grew more and more wild until they finally stuttered, Eddie letting out a strangled grunt and emptying himself inside you.
With a heavy exhale, he released the edge of the pool, wrapping his arm around your torso and drawing you back into his chest as he drifted backwards on the water, still inside you. You floated with him as you caught your breath, draping your hand over his and closing your eyes in a peaceful bliss.
You could have stayed that way for hours, but Eddie uttered a soft curse, making your heart skip. His grip on you loosened and you twisted in the water to see him start glimmering with a magical kind of light before he disappeared without so much as a goodbye.
“Eddie?” Your voice was small, “Venom?” But they were gone. You felt a strange kind of emptiness at their sudden departure. You didn’t think they would leave you voluntarily without a goodbye, but you felt certain they weren’t coming back. Climbing out of the pool, you pulled on Eddie’s abandoned clothes, now the only evidence that he’d been here at all and went back upstairs.
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crepesuzette2023 · 8 days
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Hi, lovely Crepesuzette! Thanks a lot of your inspiring blog, your fics and always helpfull #fic recs! And can I ask any recs for good fics where John in the end understend the shit he did for Paul? All of this HDYS, Melody Maker, Rolling Stone etc, which not only hurted Paul but they ruined his self-esteem and creative reputation, you know. Thanks again! Love you and want you be happy everyday like you do it for me :)
Hello there, thank you for the ask—and for your kind words. Very welcome, esp. since real life has been low grade shit these past few days.
So...your ask make me think of stories where things are not only better than they were in this (clears throat) reality as we know it: there's also a focus on mutual understanding, peace-making, forgiveness. Yes?
These came to my mind...and making this list made me realize I'm really in the mood to re-read some of them! In the 70's:
stuck inside these four walls (@monkberries). Lost Weekend. John and Paul get locked up until they resolve their shit.
i can only speak my mind (@revollver). 70's. Paul reads John's 'secret' diaries that have been leaked to the press, and understands him—and himself—better.
forth and back (@monkberries). 70's—80's. Paul and John talk through songs.
A Toot and a Snore (@glowing-gold). Lost Weekend in LA. That jam session is on the page in real time, as is their slow and hot reconciliation. Will never forget the description of moustache-Paul and his nipples, *fans self*
They Say it's Your Birthday (@ohjohnnysblog). 1979. A personal favorite. Warm, nostalgic phone sex in the spirit of peace and friendship.
Down on the Farm (RosalindBeatrice), 1974. John is exposed to Wings, Paul's family, and Paul's hotness, and realizes it's all meant to lure him back...
You Will, You Will, You Will (@eveepe). John and Paul and Linda take the plunge. Excellent tension...over the phone and in person.
February in New Orleans (@eveepe). 1975. John and May visit Paul and Linda in New Orleans. Resentment is desire's favorite costume. Everyone has a good time, 2/4 have a hard-on (I am sorry).
Adventures in Total Honesty (@merseydreams). 1975. Paul and John meet backstage, and have it out. A+ banter, and so many things I wish Paul had said. Also: sex.
The lights go down (they're back in town) (@backbenttulips). 1977. Paul and John are trapped in an elevator at the Dakota. The power goes out. John comes back to live.
Something Borrowed Something New (@inspiteallthedanger). 1979. The former Beatles meet at Pattie & Eric's wedding. Paul and John face some truths.
six hours in august (@stonedlennon). 1979. A chance meeting in NYC. The love is still there.
I Still Miss Someone/ I Know That I Miss you, but I Don't Know Where I Stand/ Close the Door Lightly When You Go (RosalindBeatrice). 1976-1979. Paul and John become lovers, but their lives have changed. John feels guilty about the past, Paul has a family...Mutual empathy is needed, and accordingly grows. But it doesn't come easy.
1980 and Onwards:
The Birthday Party (@merseydreams). John and Paul meet at Ringo's Birthday Party. Paul has had therapy, and John wears denim shorts. There is only one bed.
Free Man in Paris (@backbenttulips). John and Paul get married in Paris in '61, and get a divorce seven years later. But it's not the end.
Memory Lane (@ohjohnnysblog). Old, married John and Paul leaf through a photo album and reminisce about the past, including past lovers.
and when broken bodies are washed ashore (who am i to ask for more) (wardo_wedidit): John and Paul. Now and Then.
Bermuda (@scurator): John and Paul are grown-ups and know what they want (each other, to start with).
Take A Sad Song and Make it Better (@javelinbk). 1980. John visits Paul in 1980, and they revisit the past, including their love. But their families don't magically disappear. Also by @javelinbk: Our Version of Events (Part 1, Part 2 (in progress)). 1971. Reading fan fiction helps John and Paul realize what's happening, and what's been happening in the past.
Going Nowhere (@inspiteallthedanger). 1980; John survives the shooting and returns to England. I think of this one as 'they talk about it' fic.
Comprehensive Fix-Its:
The Contract (JP). The story of John and Paul, with a happier (though bizarre) ending, and a lot of sex (good).
i was a younger man then (now) (post hoc) (@fingersfallingupwards). The story of John and Paul à la The Time Traveller's Wife. It takes them a long time—but in the end they do understand and forgive each other.
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prettyoddfever · 4 months
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just found my old LEI newsboy hat and had to cringe... why were we so obsessed with this style and why did I think this hat went with every outfit 😭
in Ryan's defense, he was very on-trend with his hats AND he actually pulled them off. like he's not trying to pair it with plaid bermuda shorts lol
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the-old-mayhem · 7 months
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As for Dead – he hated this planet and all living creatures on it, the only thing which kept him here was his love for the ancient death/black metal lifestyle with face paint, spikes, leather, black clothes, Satanism and brutality. Today when all the so-called ‘death’ metal bands are wearing white clothes, jogging suits, basketball shoes, bermuda shorts, and have society lyrics (SPIT!), he thought that everything he lived for was destroyed and saw no longer any reason to live. The trend people killed him and we have declared WAR.” - Euronymous in Isten Mag, February 1992 🕯
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