#night film fic

[amazingmsme]

3E? 🤨

Sorry this took forever, I was trying to finish my spiderverse fic while there was still hype lol. But this one was so much fun & it gave me the perfect excuse to write a self indulgent fic for the book I finished earlier this year, aka Night Film

(For those who don’t know, this was in regards to an obscure media ask game) So without further ado, here’s a quick lil fic for my new favorite trio!

Wet Blanket Attitude

Nora was already showered and in her pajamas by the time they made it back to Scot's town house. He offered Hopper a fresh change of clothes and he stripped right there in the living room, slipping on the baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. Scott shook his head and chuckled fondly as he made his way to the bathroom, following Hopper's lead and stripping down the hall before turning into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Even though the hot shower was exactly what he needed, he was exhausted and didn't want to stand any longer. He exited in less than 10 minutes, fully dressed in plaid pajama pants and an old graphic tee he got in high school that had really seen better days. Holes dotted the entirety of the shirt, allowing pale skin to peak through. He collapsed on the couch, sandwiched between the two goons he somehow came to adopt.

"Okay old man? You look tired," Hopper spoke up on his right. Scot turned to give him a severely unamused glare.

"Yeah Hop. I am tired. Exhausted in fact," he snapped. "Maybe next time don't leave your partner in the dust."

"Maybe next time you should keep up," he quipped back, cocky smirk and all. Scot rolled his eyes with a huff, sinking deeper into the cushions.

"Just shut up. What are we watching anyway?" he asked, pointing at the tv, the only light source in the dark room.

"I dunno, just some crap Nora turned on."

"Hey! It is not crap!" she interjected, defensive over her choice of shows. "It's Little Shop of Horrors!"

"A musical? After what I just went through? Absolutely not, you might as well just shoot me," Scot grumbled, snatching the remote straight out of her hand. She made a noise of complaint as it was ripped from her grasp. "What gives?"

"My house, my tv, I decide what we watch," Scot sassed, searching through the channel guide until he found something suitable, settling on reruns of King of the Hill. He relaxed as he listened to Dale's classic paranoid ranting and shivered slightly as a chill ran through his body.

He looked to his left when he felt a hand tap his shoulder and saw Nora holding up the edge of her blanket. "You cold?"

Scot shook his head and turned his attention back to the tv. "No thanks, I'm fine."

"But you look cold! Doesn't he look cold?" Nora asked Hopper for backup. He glanced at him from the corner of his eye, not really wanting to look away from the screen.

"Uh, sure," he agreed, because it was just easier to just go with whatever Nora was saying than trying to argue.

"I think the doctor's prescribing you a dose of my body heat," she said matter of factly. Scot furrowed his brows, but before he could question her, the blanket was thrown over him and she was pressed against his side. Scot let out a long, suffering sigh but let it happen, too tired to push her away. Besides, that would've been rude.

"Oh no, it's worse than I thought! Quick Hop, I think he needs a double dose!"

Hopper's lips quirked up in an amused smirk. He pressed the back of his hand to Scot's forehead and decided to play along. "You're right, he's freezing!"

"You two are ridiculous," he said, barely holding back a chuckle.

Nora scoffed, "Someone has to be." Scot looked at her, narrowing his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you got a stick up your ass. You take things too seriously," Hopper chided in, still staring at the screen.

"Because this is a serious investigation!" he defended himself. "And I'd appreciate it if you two buckled down and treated it as such," he scolded.

"Hey, I'm the one who found the list of guest names! Which, you're welcome by the way," Hopper sassed.

"The polite thing to do would be to say thank you," Nora prompted. Scot merely scoffed in amusement.

"For what? Being a smart ass?"

"Okay, now you're being one," Hopper said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I think someone just lost their blanket privileges," he said matter of factly, yanking the blanket off of Scot, and consequently, Nora.

He tried to hide the shiver that coursed through his body when the cold air hit his skin. Nora lunged across his lap to try and wrestle the blanket back. "Hey, you can't punish me too!"

"Maybe you should sit in the middle then," Scot suggested.

"No way, everyone knows the sides are the best part of the couch!" she argued.

In their playful tussle, Nora happened to accidentally squeeze Hopper's thigh. He jerked away and barked out a laugh, hand flying up to cover his mouth. Nora's eyes lit up with mischief.

"Give me the blanket and I might go easy on you," she bargained.

Hopper glared at her and wrapped the blanket around him tighter. "Do your worst."

Nora didn't need to be told twice, immediately setting to work and going for his side. He twisted and bent over in an attempt to dislodge her hands, but her fingers already poked and prodded anywhere she could reach.

In the short time they'd known each other, neither Scot nor Nora had even heard him laugh. So it came as a shock to see him curl in a ball, hiding his face in the soft blanket. His long legs kicked out and flailed as Nora's hands slipped inside his fuzzy shield and skittered over his belly.

Hopper was leaning against Scot's shoulder, laughing loudly right by his ear. Maybe if he wasn't so tired, he'd let it slide; after all, the kid could stand to lighten up, but this was too much noise for Scot's liking. Not to mention Nora was laying across his lap in order to reach her giggly victim. So Scot was quite literally trapped in the middle of a tickle fight with no foreseeable escape... If he wasn't careful, this could end badly.

"It's pretty late and we all had a rough day, so I think I'm gonna head off to bed," he spoke up above the loud laughter as he tried to worm his way out of the prison he found himself in. "Just try to laugh a little quieter," he teased Hopper, shooting him a wink.

"What? No, you can't leave!" Nora protested. "C'mon, just stay 'til the end of this episode!" she pleaded, not letting him get up from the couch.

He looked up in disbelief. "Nora, the episode just started," he said in a deadpan tone. She giggled, but not as much as Hopper was from her nails skittering over his neck.

"So? It gives us the perfect amount of time!" she chirped. Scot narrowed his eyes, giving her a skeptical look.

"To do what?" he dared to ask.

"To do this!" she exclaimed, catching him completely off guard by tickling up his ribs. He choked out a laugh before he could stop himself, his entire body going tense.

“N-Noraha! What’re you-“

“Tickle fight! Duh!” she mocked, hands never ceasing their work. Scot thrashed and tried to crawl off the couch, only for her to grab his ankle and pull him back.

“Nohoho! It’s too lahahate for thihihis!” he protested through his laughter. He snorted rather loudly when she dug under his arms to tickle his pits, turning bright red from embarrassment.

“Aww that’s so cute! I didn’t know you snort when you laugh!” she cooed. Scot yanked the blanket from Hopper’s lap to hide his blushing face and hopefully muffle his giggle fit. Nora had no trouble skittering about his torso, looking to Hopper for help. “Aren’t you gonna help? I mean, this opportunity doesn’t come along every day.”

Hopper’s amused smirk quickly morphed into a downright sinister grin as he made a show of cracking his knuckles. Scot shook his head, but the endless stream of laughter spilling from his lips did nothing to deter him.

“Well then, I’d be an idiot to pass up on something like this,” he teased, grabbing his legs in a headlock. Scot’s eyes widened and his thrashing doubled.

“No! Cohome on guys, l-let’s just gohoho to bed! W-we ahahall had aha long dahahay!” he tried reasoning with them.

“Yeah, and this is a great way to unwind! I mean, just imagine how happy and relaxed you’ll be when we get through! Think of it like therapy,” Nora rambled on, playfully pinching up and down his sides.

“Thihihis ihis nowhere near theheherapy!” Scot argued, but the wide smile on his face said otherwise. He’d never admit it, especially not to them, but it kinda felt good to laugh so much after an absolute shit day.

But then Hopper started scratching underneath his toes, and Scot immediately vetoed that fleeting thought.

Of course they didn’t plan on tickling him for the entire duration of the episode, only for about halfway through. (Which was still too long in Scot’s opinion.)

As soon as they granted mercy and let him go, he flopped against the back of the couch, face still pink and panting for breath.

“You two are downright cruel. Never do that again,” he ordered.

“Nah, I think it should be a regular thing. Doctor’s orders to cure that wet blanket attitude of yours,” Nora teased, looking rather smug. Scot groaned.

“I’m not even a wet blanket. If anyone here classified as one it’s Ponyboy over there,” he said, weakly gesturing to Hopper.

“Huh?” he asked, looking just as clueless as Nora.

“The Outsiders? Stay gold, Ponyboy?” he questioned, waiting for the reference to click. When it didn’t, he sighed and sat up.

“They don’t make you kids read any good books in school these days,” he complained, mostly to himself. He finally stood up and stretched, his back popping loudly.

“And just because I’m heading off to bed now doesn’t mean I’ll let you off the hook for that little stunt. I’ll cash in my revenge tomorrow, so beware,” he warned, already walking down the hall to his room.

The two watched him leave, sitting in silence until Nora spoke up.

“You think he’ll actually do it?”

“Nah. He’s all bark, no bite. We got nothin’ to worry about,” Hopper insisted.

Oh how wrong they were.

#asks #tickletastic #obscure media prompts #obscure media #night film #scot mcgrath #nora halliday #hopper cole #night film fic #night film tickle fic #ticklish!hopper #ticklish!scot #is this ooc? #idk you’ll just have to actually read the book to find out

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: this got long sorry 😔 but creepy/perv bakugou, recording, film major bkg x art major reader, masturbation, coercion, dubcon before it just becomes con, voyeurism/exhibitionism

as an art major, you typically did some works for a few students on campus; for their plays, as background pieces while they danced, a cover for their released songs. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to ask you to create something for them, and you enjoyed it more often than not. but, you weren’t usually the art itself.

Bakugou is a friend’s friend that you’ve seen a few times, ran into at the library or at coffee shops. he’s a film major, and always looks so unhappy about the whole thing, as if he didn’t choose it himself. you joke to Mina that you think he’ll graduate and become one of those directors that hate everything and yell at the actors constantly and later on get sued for being a dickhead. you never say it to him though—you’ve never spoken more than a couple words to the man.

it’s why it shocks you when he approaches you one day. it’s after one of your painting classes, and he stands outside the door with a frown and his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyebrows scrunched as if pissed at the mere sight of you. he asks you, in that low and gruff tone of his, if you could star in his final project for the semester. says it’s supposed to be a film made with this criteria and that, but, you’ve kind of checked out on the conversation after the first sentence.

“You mean, you want me to create something and that be the star of your film?” you ask him, feeling so intimidated at his stature. he always seems to loom, his hair shadowing the lights above, creates a cast over a portion of his face, makes his eyes look…unsettling. like they’re looking straight through your flesh, can find the marrow in your bones. he scoffs like you’ve offended him, rolling his eyes into his skull, mouth pulled tight.

“No.” his voice is firm, gaze concentrated only on you, like the halls are empty and you’re the focus of his lens. “I want you to star in it.”

his words confuse you—you’ve never presented yourself as an actor before, never alluded to wanting to be in the spotlight if not for what you create with your hands. but he shuffles on his feet, looks desperate even. there’s some hemming and hawing for a minute or so—why not choose Mina?—she’s busy—why choose me?—‘cause you’d be perfect for my short film—what’s it about?—you’ll find out once you get the script.

and even after you hesitantly agree and get the script—you still don’t understand what you’re doing. why you’re here, why you’re the only person, why it has to be a solo film, why there’s damn near zero lines in the entirety of the have-to-be forty five minute film.

the scenes are all so long, and maybe it’s because movies aren’t your forte or chosen major, but you just don’t get it. one scene; you’re staring at yourself in the mirror while Bakugou holds a small, black camera over your shoulder. he’s eerily quiet behind you, whispers out a faint fuckin’ go when you have to wash your face in the sink, makes you do it over because your movements are too jerky and unnatural.

the rest of the scenes go that way; you doing regular at home activities, being put under a lens, quietly barked at to do this and move that way and fix your hair and remember to frown.

“Isn’t there another way to film this?” you ask him on the fifth day of shooting in his spacious loft. there’s a bubble bath scene coming up, one you dont understand the importance of, but Bakugou tells you it’s the most necessary part of the entire thing.

“No,” he grunts out, looking at you from under his lashes as he sits on the lid of the toilet. “But I’ll make it soapy, so the camera won’t see much.” the camera? much? you weren’t worried so much about what the camera captured as you were the man behind it. he looks at you with such intensity, you feel naked already despite the robe you wear that’s suspiciously already your size.

he leaves the bathroom when you sink in the hot water, returns before you can say it’s okay, hears the water splashing and thinks that’s good enough. he kneels on the floor beside you, camera pointed directly in your face, makes your chest hot and your skin feel prickly. the scene passes on regularly enough; you run the water over your arms, tilt your head back as you sigh, whisper the few lines scripted, lean back and close your eyes, sigh again. it’s almost relaxing, makes you forget about the friend of a friend recording you naked right now. almost.

“Touch yourself.” Bakugou suddenly demands, hushed and quiet behind the camera. your eyes immediately shoot open, looking to him in question, how he’s eerily still in his spot hovering over you.

“Huh?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly, looking around the rounded lens in your face, trying to ignore the red blinking light. but Bakugou only frowns.

“It’s a masturbation scene. Touch yourself.” he repeats, voice louder, more demanding this time. your stomach twists at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of him. he’s a handsome guy, for sure, even made you consider asking him out after this, figured he was just serious about his work and awkward about certain things. but…something had been off about this entire thing since the start.

“But—but I don’t, I’m not,” you stutter, sitting up a little, the bubbles covering your chest starting to disperse with your movements. but Bakugou only sits a little higher on his knees, finally pulling the camera away from his face for the first time since he’s asked you to do this for him.

“You want me to fail?” he asks, booming voice eerily quiet in the silent bathroom, carmine eyes dull, shaded over with something terrible. “Then do it.” he tells you when you shake your head quickly.

you stare at him until he gets back into position again, camera back pointed at you. when he doesn’t say anything else, you swallow thickly, wondering if the art that will come out of this will be worth it. so you listen, sneak a hand under the water, start touching yourself in a way you never have in front of anyone.

is it bad to say that it’s exhilarating? being watched and recorded by someone who breathes so heavily every time your voice hiccups? being directed to touch your chest next when the suds start to disappear and your nipples start to peek through? is it bad that you want him to send you this portion of his film, only, just so you can watch yourself again and again? make a portrait of yourself with your fingers on your nipples and your knees raising from the water and your head thrown back from the intensity in oil pastels?

“That’s a wrap.” Bakugou announces when you finish, head spinning and still panting. you look over to him, how he closes the camera, the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’ll get you a towel.”

you wonder when’s the next time he’ll need you. or better yet—maybe he could be the star in your final drawing project? you had finished it already but, what was the harm in starting over with him as your muse? as naked as you are? camera not blocking his face so you can paint the similarities of his blushing cheeks and eyes when you direct him to look at you? to touch his chest? to play with himself just like that?

#this got. so long. sowwy #but I thought about this ummmm Sunday night #but I was DRAINED from writing 7k words of scorned past midnight and then having to edit it skdjfkf #so I was like. okay. put this idea in the drafts. NOW ms dory memory #anddddd I love this so very much #would’ve loved to turn this into a full fic #but it’s so exhausting trying to write long fics recently bc of this multichap #I’m just not used to it and I can’t do two things at the same time #and I already have like 9 fics on my list to write!!!! lol #but there is something so alluring about film major bkg 2 me #I think hes awkward and comes off as mean but he really is just that serious about his work #but he’s #also a creep for you LOL #definitely think he agrees to become ur muse for art as like a trade off #and you get that boy into SO many humiliating positions 😵‍💫 #I need. to lie down. anyway. #I wrote this at 1am and was scared to post it then cause I didn’t think anyone would see it #so here it is in the morning :) #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫

[handkinkbis]

Notes from the ep 15 sex scene after my 10th rewatch 👩‍🏫👩‍⚕️👩‍💻👩‍🔬

hongjo giggling in the doorway and acting all shy like sweety YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO HIM

the way he went from cute and clumsy to AMBUSHING HER 👁👄👁

for a giraffe he's quite wolfish in his table manners 😏😏

PINNED AGAINST THE WALL, GOD IS GOOD

WHY WAS THAT CURSED LIGHT SWITCH RIGHT THERE

[wet kissing noises]

THOSE 6'2/187CMs ENGULFING HER

he started unbuttoning her almost immediately, (the shirt DOES look better on the floor, shinyu, u ARE absolutely correct)

the horny-cute gasp of "wait a minute [we should do it on the dresser, follow me"] WE LOVE A WOMAN WHO SHOWS INITIATIVE

the way hongjo backed up against the dresser and shinyu followed her like she was his preyyy

she was smiling but he was on a MISSION TO GET BETWEEN THEM THIGHS

he lifted her up on the dresser like it was nothing 🥵🥵🥵

hooded eyes, jaw clenched, heavy breathing 🌶🌶🌶🌶 10/10

they both looked like they were just lost in the sounds and sensations like literally blissfully unaware of anything outside that room

god bless u and your hard work in the gym, rowoon, is that a 12-pack (thanks for zooming in on the ahem scar camera crew)

the way they cooperated in stripping shinyu's shirt off him, TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK

his hands doing SOMETHING outside of the frame whatttt are they doingggg

him kissing her hard and pushing her down 😌😌🙌🥂

shinyu's big hand flexing on hongjo's thigh and calf like YES SIR, GRAB IT

hongjo grasping two fistfuls of his hair to keep him where she wanted him YES QUEEN

him helping her wrap her legs around him 🥵🥵🥵🍿🍿🍿🍷🍷

the final shot of hongjo's shirt slipping off her shoulders and him moving on top of her in a pose not dissimilar to dracula and mina's in that One Scene in the garden in bram stoker's dracula

they were feraaalll

no for real he might actually be part beast

no wonder because shinyu/mujin waited 300+ years to Do That

#destined with you #ep 15 #good for you shinyu/mujin!!! #good for YOU ms. hongjo #babies were literally made that night #ALL THE AWARDS TO BOAH AND ROWOON #i wonder how many shots that took to film from start to finish #pun not intended #whoever writes the smut fic narrating how that scene ended shall have 20 years of good fortune

[davidtennan-t]

I’ve spent an hour thinking about Donna comforting the Doctor after he obliviously choses ‘UP’ for their film night together

She’s seen it plenty of times as it was one of Rose’s favourite films growing up. She sheds a tear during the opening scene and notices the Doctor has gone completely quiet and still next to her, his hands gripping the soft blanket they’re under, so she leans forwards to see his lower lip wobbling and tears free falling down his cheeks

“Spaceman… you okay?”

“What?…yeah, I’m fine,” he basically whimpers, reaching up to try and wipe away the tears.

He is not fine. He spends the rest of the film cuddled up next to Donna while she strokes his hair and reminds him it’s just a film.

#I spend too much time thinking of these and then not writing out actual fics #I’m toxic #toxic about them #fourteenth doctor #donna noble #fourteen x donna #platonic soulmates having a film night together is just all my little heart wants #doctor who

[england-would-fall]

New FirstPrince Oneshot

New FirstPrince oneshot hot off the presses for ya!

RATED EXPLICIT, 3K

Summary: Election accomplished, Alex and Henry have flown to Cabo for a much-deserved rest. But when a bartender starts hitting on Alex, it strikes an insecurity in Henry. Fortunately, Alex's love runs deep...and he knows how to show it. (Porn with feelings, just read the tags and you'll know lol)

For @taste-thewaste <3

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #rwrb movie #fanfiction #fanfic #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white & royal blue #red white and royal blue movie #prince henry rwrb #rwrb book #rwrb fandom #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb fic #rwrb film #rwrb henry #rwrb on prime #rwrbmovie #rwrbsource #first prince #firstprince fanfic #firstprince fic #henry fox #firstprince smut #firstprince fanfiction #rwrb smut #the night might be doubled

[jtownraindancer]

Blore & Armstrong Running on The Same Wavelength: A Collection

#i can't believe this but I may write a fic now #burn gorman #toby stephens #toby's face gets objectively prettier to me each time i see him #my gifs #sgt. detective blore #william blore #dr. armstrong #doctor armstrong #edward armstrong #just-!!!! #how they kept looking to each other since the first day! #how they kept relying on each other's wisdom & expertise & professionalism #how fucking lost bill was when armstrong was gone- #ahhh i love tragedy~ #and then there were none #attwn #i think there was a gif i put in the queue last night that my cat fucked up featuring some of these??? one of these??? #idk man enjoy~ #man i need a tag for burn now fuck #the burn collection #another brown eyed boy ruining my life #burn if you won't star in a noir film i will be forced to keep making my own #shut up ace #i think queue and I are gonna end up bloody #blore/armstrong

[atlasshrugd]

↳ Chapter 15 of White Nights is up!

(Read on ao3)

“I’m afraid that I’m not a very good person,” Porsche says, suddenly. Maybe he thinks that if he says it out loud, the confession will negate the sin. He wonders when speaking to Kinn had become like speaking to a priest. “I’m afraid that my love isn’t worth very much.” Confusion, and disbelief — a rare combination on him — enter Kinn’s eyes. “It’s all I want,” he says, soft. “It’s all I ever want.” “No, Kinn.” Porsche shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “Don’t, please. Don’t be too nice to me. I don’t deserve it.” “I can’t.”

#another whopper in the SAME MONTH #shits getting real now #hope you guys enjoy this one #u will need tissues for more reasons than one :) gl #kinnporsche #white nights #kp fic #kp fics #my fics #kinnporsche fics #perfumes ao3 #kinn x porsche #film noir #mileapo #white nights kp #mine

[canongayermo]

criminal that we didn’t get a conclusion scene for guillermo and nandor after all that

#legit the last thing we saw was nandor cheering holding guillermo’s ‘dead body’ #and I know airing time is important and they can’t film everything I feel like that would be important to wrap up #does that mean they’ll address it in the next episode immediately? probably not #episodes don’t usually pick up right where the last one left off unfortunately #like I NEED TO KNOW HOW THE REST OF THEIR NIGHT WENT DOWN #WHAT WAS THEIR CONVERSATION LIKE #HOW LONG DID NANDOR HAVE TO CARRY HIM #DOES GUILLERMO YELL AT HIM? (rightfully so) #WHAT HAPPENS #i haven’t read wwdits fics in a while but I might have to for this lmao #if anyone writes anything please tell me! #wwdits #the night market #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #nandor x guillermo #what we do in the shadows season 4 #what we do in the shadows #wwdits spoilers #mine

[mkstrigidae]

I swear to god between my Titanic fascination being revived by this oceangate nonsense and watching the James Cameron film earlier tonight, I just accidentally outlined and wrote 2000 words for a Jonsa titanic fic- somebody stop me I swear to god I sat down intending to work on APWH and my brain said: NO

#personal #to clarify- a jonsa fic that happens on the ship #not a fic that shares the same plot as the james cameron film #i'd say the first person to guess the main villain gets a sneak peek or something #but i think i'm incapable of writing a Sansa fic where Baelish isn't the one actively ruining everyone's lives #this is esp irritating bc i had a breakthru about how to restructure ch 15 of APWH last night and had sat down to work on it #but alas 12 year old emily is clamoring at the back of my brain to write a story where i get to take advantage of all my titanic knowledge

[fazbearentertainments]

my personal headcanon for this fic is that Dj Music Man is a Mathew Patrick stan

E

#like fan accounts #hes a film theory man and i know it #btw my gf wrote this fic and I believe that she should take my request into concideration #just a proud girlfriend promoting a fic #literally i love her so much guys #its pretty gay #fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf sb #fnaf fandom #fnaf fanfic #fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf ruin #fnaf au #read the fucking fic

[beepbeepdespair]

oops

#i've only been out of the cinema for an hour and already i've started not being normal about him lmao (platonic) #it only has one song so far i'll get there eventually #ok to reblog #movie #film #spotify #playlist #thanksgiving #thanksgiving movie #thanksgiving spoilers #eric newlon #axe #also i got such a good selection of trailers this time!! lisa frankenstein (nearly cried with excitement its like they wrote it for me) #night swim (took the piss out of it first time around but its growing on me. also i put my faith in blumhouse) #and anyone but you (not normally a romcom person but it looked hilarious. we love fic tropes!) #axed 🪓

[amazingmsme]

What A Prize

AN: And so the self indulgent fics begin. This is for the book I’m currently reading, Night Film. I know I’m probably the only person who cares about it but hopefully someone finds enjoyment in it too. Here’s tickletober day 4: reward.

Scott McGrath was a lone wolf. Always has been, or so he told himself. He was convinced he did his best work alone, that these kids would throw off his groove and grind things to a hault. Surprisingly, he found himself grateful for the extra help on the case. He'd never tell them that, not in a million years. Hopper would at least be cool and dismissive about it, maybe even smirk. It was Nora that couldn't know he now welcomed the extra sets of hands. Still, despite the ease their help provided, he found it could border on grating.

Hopper had been endlessly munching a bag of chips, obnoxious crunching breaking through the silence. He'd occassionally brush the crumbs off of his shirt and onto Scott's couch and the carpet below. Nora kept humming some annoying pop song they heard in the car and clacked her nails on the table in time with the beat. Scott had stopped sifting through the files he had on Ashley and instead glared between the two of them. Hopper must've felt his gaze on him because he looked up, catching his eyes. His brows furrowed as he threw up a questioning hand.

"The hell did I do?" he snapped, calling him out. Scott immediately turned away, but the damage had been done. Nora's head shot up and she looked from one to the other and back again.

"What?" she asked, her voice breathy in a panicky sort of way. Scott opened his mouth to defend himself, but Hopper beat him to the punch.

"He's glaring at us like we kicked his puppy or something," he accused. Scott and Nora answered in unison.

"Did not."

"He what?" she screeched, head snapping to look at him. The look on her face admittedly made him feel a little guilty.

"Don't listen to him, he's exaggerating. Don't even have a dog," he added under his breath.

"But he's right. You look, like, really mean right now," Nora said, nodding vigorously. Scott felt more hurt by this than he thought he would. He crossed his arms, opening a folder with a huff.

"C'mon old man, why were you giving me that look?" Hopper pressed. Scott didn't look at him as he answered, "You're getting crumbs everywhere. And your smacking is obnoxious." He might as well be upfront since he's asking.

"I'm smacking?" he repeated, making a deliberate effort to chew quietly as he spoke.

"Yes. It's annoying," Scott deadpanned, but he didn't bother to hide his smirk. Nora gasped.

"Scott! That's rude, don't you think?" she chastised, not so subtly gesturing with her head towards Hopper. He stopped mid chew, looking between them cluelessly. Scott looked him over and panned over to Nora.

"Yeah, he seems real torn up about my comment," he snarked, snickering to himself. Her jaw hung open in shock.

"You are such a grouch!"

"Oh yeah, I'm the grouchiest person in the world," he rolled his eyes, reaching for his coffee and taking a sip. Nora shared a look with Hopper, a sly grin forming on the blonde's face.

"Psh, I'm way grouchier than you old man," Hopper scoffed. Scott glared at him again. "You don't have to keep calling me that, kid."

"No, I think he's right Hop. He's the number one grouch. I think... he should get a prize," she proudly proposed. Scott arched a brow, placing the file back down.

"Thank you, I'm flattered," he played along, curious where she planned to go with this. "So what do I win?"

"You get an all expense paid visit from... the tickle monster!" she exclaimed happily, wiggling her fingers in the air. Scott's eyes widened and he quickly moved to set his coffee down.

"No. Nora- Nora listen to me!" he scolded, but she continued to advance. They now had Hopper's full attention, and he was deeply enthralled with the unfolding scene. Scott launched himself away from his desk, sailing across the wood floor on his trusty rolling chair. He gave another push with his legs to gain speed.

Until Hopper, cocky son of a bitch, stuck his leg out right as he zoomed past the couch, jerking the chair to a halt. It dumped him onto the ground before landing next to him.

"Thanks Hop!" Nora chirped as she skipped over. Scott moved to scramble away, but the young man who'd been lounging on his couch mere seconds ago snatched his hands by the wrist, holding them above his head.

"Hell no, she doesn't need any more help!" Scott cried, legs flailing around. That made Nora chuckle.

"What's the matter? Don't you wanna claim your prize?" she asked, sitting down beside him. Scott twisted his body away and kicked at her. She grinned mischievously and grabbed his leg. In a horrifying moment, they locked eyes and he knew his fate was sealed.

Since his shoes were on and she didn't want to go through the hassle of taking them off, she started elsewhere. She squeezed up his calf and he went completely stiff, biting his lip to stifle his giggles.

"C'mon Scott, I know you wanna laugh. I can see it on your face," she taunted, scratching behind his knee. He spasmed with a muffled grunt, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smile.

Her nails scratching against the softly worn denim of his jeans created a downright insufferable sensation. He snorted and tried to hide his increasingly red face behind his outstretched arms. Hopper chuckled and joined in the fun, tickling his exposed underarm. He barked out a laugh, tugging on his arms. The dam had cracked, and a flood of laughter was imminent.

Nora began tickling the backs of both his knees, and he was done for. Scott was lost in a sea of bubbly giggles and humiliating snorts. He was either going to die or kill them. Probably the former.

"Congratulations! Tell us Scott; what's it like being picked for such an esteemed award?" she asked, using one hand to pretend to hold a fake microphone. And yet she was still turning him into an incoherent mess. She raked her nails down the back of his left knee and he squealed, jerking back against the couch. Hopper took the opportunity and squeezed down his ribs, bringing forth a bout of deep belly laughs. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at her theatrics, glad he was on her side.

"Hohohorrible!" he answered, because he'd be damned if she tried to claim he didn't hate this. Because he did.

"Aw don't you like your prize?" she asked teasingly, reaching up to sccribble over his tummy, which made him fold in on himself like a lawn chair.

"Nohoho! Ihihit's ahaha bahad prihihize!" he cried falling to his side on the ground. Hopper released his grip and gave a hardy pat to the panting man's shoulder. Nora giggled, slowing her fingers to a stop.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a grouch, the tickle monster won't have to pay you any more visits," she chirped, pinching at his hip. He jerked away with a startled laugh, a groan immediately following.

"Ugh, don't say that. And don't do that again."

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #scott mcgrath #nora halliday #hopper cole #night film #night film fic #night film tickle fic #ticklish!scott #day 4: reward

[swede]

thinking so intensely about c*rpse bride au christine.

#no you guys DON’T understand i’ve put an unreasonable amount of thought into this #okay so. she was engaged to raoul #philippe (raoul’s asshole older brother) obviously HATED THAT #she was a poor little ballet girl #so. she’s engaged and #she gets a letter she assumes is from raoul #asking her to meet him late at night so they can elope #WELL! SURPRISE! philippe sent the letter #and he. murders her! :) #so now she’s wandering the woods where she was haphazardly buried #in her wedding dress looking for true love #the one catch as compared to the actual film tho #is that she actually knows who killed her #she remembers and she wants REVENGE #raoul moves on and she forgives him for it #but she wants to strangle philippe LMAOOOO #she’s. very unhappy very sad #desperate to feel wanted and loved #idk! i love it! i love it personally #i started an au fic 3 years ago where erik was the corpse bridegroom but #i think i like this more #this tickles my brain more #let her be undead and weird #she trips and her leg goes flying #I NEEDDDDD INTERACTIONS FOR THIS #SO BAD #okie at my laptop after a nice shower :)!!!! #wish list. #i swear i made a post similar to this on my archive... oh well #tw death

[devondespresso]

forgot to send an ask yesterday i think but i'm always here for more steve henderson au!!

dgkdyjsjg don't worry about it dude you're always so supportive 😭💕 i appreciate the asks as much as you can do

but yea, this snippet is from the chapter where Steve and Dustin finally meet for the first time!! they're driving from Steve's to Dustin's house and transitions into a recount of the scene in the car from canon

Steve set the nail-bat in the trunk before getting in and putting in the tape, playing from where he left off and turning to Dustin.

“Okay so.. your house?”

“Yeah, it's by the school. I'll give you directions when we get close.”

He nodded and pulled back out onto the road.

“Also, just to warn you, D’art is kinda… aggressive. And he looks pretty scary, but he was really cute and sweet when he was tiny so I don’t know why he’s so mean now but-” he cut himself off.

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“But?”  he prompted. Dustin took a breath.

“It might be because he’s hungry.”

What the fuck.

There was silence for a moment as he tried to process what Dustin was implying.

“Wait a sec, how big is he??”

“First he was like that,” he said, showing size with his pointer finger and thumb, “Now he’s like this.” He held up both hands a good foot and a half apart. That was hard to believe.

#dustin henderson #steve harrington #stranger things #steve and dustin #steve stranger things #dustin stranger things #dustin and steve #our boys fighting monsters in dustins backyard #i love love love writing these two #sometimes i get carried away and have to cut back on ths absolute vibes these guys have because canon compliance #bur once we diverge its over guys im going crazy #also idk if this bugs people but im team 'replicate canon scenes that show up with just as much attention as the rest of the fic' #just skipping whole events because we should remember doesn't work but i actually don't remember dykdjydhkdkhd adhd y'know 🤙 #devon's steve henderson au #steve henderson au rambles #wip wednesday #forgot to tag the og post that oops #its ok not many people actually saw it anyway #also fun fact the steve and Dustin scenes go from daylight to night from the one at nancys house to the car #which meta reason is because in film you either film in day or night because specific times are so much harder to film fast enough #but in universe that means steve and Dustin killed enough time between first meeting and driving to dustins for the sun to set #so i have them drop by steves to grab the nailbat 💃 and then tweaked some canon dialogue to be slightly more familiar

[if-not-now-tell-me-when]

And finally, after two months, chapter four of Between Yesterday and Tomorrow is posted!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Titanic (1997), Historical RPF, Titanic (1997) RPF, A Night to Remember - Walter Lord

Relationship: Charles Lightoller/Harold Lowe

Characters:

Charles Lightoller, Harold Lowe, Rose DeWitt Bukater, Joseph Boxhall, J. Bruce Ismay, Arthur Rostron, Jack Thayer (1894-1945), Noel Leslie Countess of Rothes, Harold Bride, Molly Brown, Caledon Hockley, Herbert PItman, Harold Cottam, Patrick Murphy (A Night to Remember), Kate (A Night to Remember), Mrs. Clarke (A Night To Remember)

Additional Tags:

Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Falling In Love, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Love Confessions, RMS Titanic, Edwardian Period, Historical References, historical fiction - Freeform, Titanic Officers, White Star Line, RMS Carpathia, Grief/Mourning, Character Study, Podfic Welcome, Ensemble Cast, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Suicidal Thoughts

Summary:

The grandest ship in the world has gone down, leaving 712 traumatized survivors to pick up the shattered pieces of their lives aboard the RMS Carpathia. In the middle of it all are Second Officer Charles Lightoller and Fifth Officer Harold Lowe.

When Charles ordered Harold into a lifeboat during the last frantic moments of the sinking, Harold was sure they’d never see each other again. The love of his life surely disappeared into the icy waters along with the unsinkable ship. But by a miraculous twist of fate, Charles survives. They’re finally reunited on the Carpathia, and after the horror of watching Titanic go down, they can no longer hide from each other or their feelings.

#titanic #titanic movie #titanic 1997 #James Cameron titanic #titanic film #a night to remember #titanic fic #a night to remember fic #titanic ship #titanic sinking #titanic history #titanic historical fiction #historical fiction #titanic officers #ao3 #Arthur Rostron #charles Lightoller #Harold lowe #Harold bride

[jareicanon]

I feel like Pavitr and Uncle Iroh would get along immensely

#spiderverse pavitr #uncle iroh #tea besties #both of them just ranting about why people don’t respect yea #the chai scene #across the spiderverse #I SAW THE FILM THE OTHER NIGHT #IT WAS SO GOOD #atla iroh #crossover #please somebody do this #someone please write a fic #someone please draw this