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heliads · 2 years

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I’d like to request a Butchy x female reader one-shot. The reader is a biker and is dating Butchy. She has straight hair like Elena in season 1 of The Vampire Diaries and is dressed like Sandy in the “tell me about it, stud” scene from the movie Grease (black leather jacket, black shirt, black leather pants) but wears red boots instead of red sandals. In the musical number Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’, she sings the line “Two wheels and an open road. Wrapped in leather. Ready to go!”

have you ever wanted teen beach movie to be wandavision a horror movie? here you go :))

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Do you know what it is like to live inside a dream? One would not even know it was a fantasy if it was not called to their attention. The best part of a dream is that it feels so real you could die without ever knowing the truth. This is how it feels to live inside your story, but also why realizing that after all this time it was nothing but fiction was the rudest awakening you have ever been forced to witness.

You were never supposed to find out the truth. You’re certain of it now, days or perhaps years later when you look the same despite playing through the story an untold number of times. There are a thousand different showings before a thousand different audiences, all starting within minutes or hours of each other. It should be enough to keep your mind occupied long enough to forget every detail of how you are nothing but a character. It is not.

It has been all this time, however. At first, you’re not entirely sure what woke you from the story. It becomes apparent soon enough, but for the first time in what may be your entire life, or every one of your lives, you do not know the answer before the story ends. Perhaps it’s that feeling of uncertainty that makes you realize how little you know. The musical number outside your window has two extra dancers. Your boyfriend is not singing alone when he begins to mark the restaurant as his own. He always has been before.

You don’t have time to worry about that until after the song ends, though. Butchy is the leader of the bikers, he will always sing and you, as his girl, will always sing with him. You have never missed a step. He has never missed you.

What you miss is when the blond boy came into town. Staring at him is like looking out a window and belatedly realizing that the entire scene before you is clouded with rain. You do not know when the storm began, only that it is already over, and you have missed the entire thing. Something is wrong here, you think, and this boy may be the key to all of it.

Butchy does not miss your glance. He is only free to act on it, however, when the song ends, and he rushes to your side as soon as the plot allows. He takes your hand instinctively, for it has never belonged to anyone except him, not even for a mother or a father that your story didn’t make time to name.

“What’s with the new guy?” Butchy asks, eyes narrowed. He was written to be easily jealous a long time ago. He has never disappointed in his role.

You laugh, although you’re not sure that what he said was funny. “Who knows? Not sure I mind him being here, though. I’d love a fresh face.”

For the first time, you hear the sound of your own voice, truly hear it. Your words are shaped one way in your head, yet come out a different way, twanged into some sort of strong accent as if each sound were a guitar string plucked to perfection. You don’t know that you’ve ever heard an accent like that outside of your town, or specifically, outside of the bikers. It makes you feel like a caricature, some off shade of what could have been a perfectly normal character.

Butchy’s hand squeezes yours, making you focus again. You’re not sure if he’s dragging you back to reality or farther from it. “Everything alright, sweetheart?”

You nod quickly. “Perfectly perfect. Never been better.”

He smiles, although it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You sure? My momma always said that I was a great listener, and I’d love to hear ya talk if you need it.”

You tilt your head at him. “Who is your momma? What’s her name, Butchy? I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her before.”

Butchy’s smile falters. “What are you talking about?”

“When have any of us seen our parents outside of photographs?” You ask, voice trembling slightly. “Can you see her face in your mind? I can’t remember the color of my own mother’s hair.”

That sort of detail was never in the story, and Butchy knows it. “Why would you ask that, Y/N?” He asks, keeping his voice careful. “Why are you asking it now?”

You tug at his hand. “Can we continue this conversation outside? Something about this place is messing with my head.”

It’s hard to focus inside Big Momma’s. You can sense that a song is about to start, but for the first time, you find that you can fight it, slip in between the chords and find a hiding place from the lyrics. Butchy follows you without question. He always has, even when not contained by the story.

Outside, the sky seems fractured, as if seen through broken glasses. One moment, you’re certain that it’s just as you left it when you went inside Big Momma’s for the bikers’ big song, around midday with the sunlight streaming down your shoulders. Then you squint and it’s dark again, getting ready for the next song. You’re caught in between moments, you realize, the break between chapters. You don’t know how long this will last, but you’ve never seen something like this before. Perhaps you were right, something truly has happened to wake you up.

Butchy seems to have realized it too. “What’s up with the town?” He asks, looking around him. There’s a surfer down the block who seems to have trouble putting his board up to dry. The boy raises it above his head to stack it on a picnic table only to drop it back to his side a moment later.

You feel your shoulders start to tense up. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore.”

Your accent is slipping, the words less like a script and more like you.

Bucky finds time to smile in the midst of the madness. “Your voice sounds different. I like it.”

You smile back at him, and even if the action wasn’t written for you, it still feels right. “I like you, Butchy.”

He chuckles. “I should hope so, we’se been together for a long time.”

His voice drops as he mentions how long you two have been seeing each other. Butchy feels this too, you realize, the way that nothing has been real all this time.

You glance back towards the doors of Big Momma’s. “It’s those two new kids, isn’t it? The boy and the girl. They’re messing up our story.”

Butchy nods. “Think we can do anything about it?”

You shiver. “I don’t know that I want to. I haven’t said something for myself in a long time.” Perhaps never. You don’t know if you would remember a time before the story started holding your tongue.

Butchy pulls you close, and you can feel his heart hammering through his chest. “I don’t know how long this is going to last, but just in case they start changing things again, I want you to know something.”

You look at him, your foreheads pressed together. “What?”

Butchy opens his mouth to speak, but all of a sudden he’s gone. You stare at empty sand, his footprints already blowing away in the breeze. The story must be fighting to keep itself alive after all, forcing the town back on track. You’re supposed to be with your girls, he with his guys. You won’t see each other until the night falls for real and the dance begins.

When you open your eyes, Butchy’s little sister Lela is beaming at you. The only sign that she feels this too, this sudden disorder, is the single tear that falls from her eye before she turns to the new girl and starts to sing. After that, the music envelops her so deeply that Lela doesn’t have time to feel a thing. None of you do.

It is different, though, even with the story trying to reclaim all of you. There are slight missteps, moments in which the new girl, Mack, tries to tell you and your friends that boys don’t always have to be in charge. In those moments, you can feel the force of the story beating on your back, caving in your chest until you sing back that you know what boys like. It’s a song you’ve been singing for quite a while. You know all the words by heart.

It is worse after the dance. You do not realize why at first, until you start to remember more of the previous iterations of the story and compare all that went wrong. Lela should have been with a surfer, you think, but not the new surfer either. The story is changing. It does not like that, but it has no other choice. That, or to fold the newcomers into the story, and they like that even less.

You cannot escape the feeling now that something is wrong. It presses in on you like grease under your fingernails, begging to be named. Butchy does not leave your side. You are afraid that he will go and the story will take him so far away that he may never return.

In the end, it’s sort of fun to run along as the story fractures. You can sense it trying to heal itself, and you have no doubt that by carrying out the usual plot will allow the story to heal, but the road to get there is far longer and more treacherous than it has ever been before. That, and your map no longer seems to exist.

At last, though, Brady and Mack manage to find their way back through the water to their other world. You stand with Butchy just before it all falls apart. You have no doubt that the second Brady and Mack disappear back to their world, yours will revert back to normal, but for now you still have your free will. You’ve grown to like it, you realize. You don’t know if you’ll remember that when the story comes for you again.

You can feel the air start to pick up around you, the words rejoining into sentences that reorder the universe. As Brady and Mack draw further away, the story reknits itself, fragment by fragment. Soon, you won’t have much time left until it all begins again.

Butchy reaches for you as the last of your freedom falls apart. “This was fun,” he says, and you’re not sure if you’re truly hearing the words or just feeling the vibration of his voice carry to you across the tumultuous sky. The wind is picking up, tearing disorderly plotlines apart and sticking them back into their proper places.

You smile back at him anyway. “It was,” you agree, “All I ever needed was you. This proved it.”

Butchy grins. You feel like you can see him clearly for the first time in a very long time, perhaps since the story first allowed you to meet during the first telling of your tale. His eyes are sharper than you remember, his smile broader. You can see him without edits, without changes. No decades have dulled his shine. You love him ceaselessly.

Some part of you is terrified that you will never be able to look at him the same way. The story has always forced a biker’s rose tinted shades over your eyes, but even the raw, harsh truth still paints Butchy in the loveliest colors to you. You can say it now, even after the next song begins. You love him. There is no plot compelling you to stay by him, but you hold on tight to his hand anyway.

Butchy must feel the same way, because even without his cues and stage directions, he’s only ever looking at you. This is love, you decide, that even after a thousand lifetimes of being forced together over and over again, he would still spend his last free moments by your side.

He shouts something to you, before it is all torn away. It is difficult to hear him through the whipping of the wind, the flipping of the pages back to the very start.

“I love you. Story or no story. I always will.”

disney tag list: @rogueanschel, @lovesanimals0000, @thatfangirl42, @amortensie

requested by @thornyrose463, hope you enjoy! no i cannot explain this either <3

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actually-phoenix · 1 year

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Teen beach movie the story where two bisexuals get together to find their second partners

#poly #teen beach movie #mack x brady #mack x lela #brady x tanner #mlm #wlw #imagines #Disney channel #mack x brady x tanner x lela

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blahblahblees · 3 months

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ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── teen beach masterlist

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mack

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#brady teen beach #mack teen beach #teen beach movie #teen beach 2 #teen beach #disney #disney channel #imagines #blurbs #wips #writing

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morgandr · 5 months

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Imagine:

Dancing and singing at the shack.

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#old hollywood #oldhollywoodedit #teen beach movie #teen beach 2 #gif imagine #moviegifs #images #imagine #fame dr #x reader #fluff #y/n #1950’s #2010s

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 2 years

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Lela Masterlist

none yet!

#imagine #imagines #x reader #oneshot #disney #teen beach movie oneshot #teen beach movie x reader #teen beach 2 #teen beach movie #teen beach movie imagine #lela #lela oneshot #lela x reader #lela imagine #lela teen beach movie

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mammons-lover · 2 years

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Imagine teen beach movie but with the obey me cast for example, imagine your Oc or whoever you think of as Lela singing “Falling for ya”. But while you are singing you make eye contact with mammon (or whoever you want) and start singing to them.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #mammonobeyme #teen beach movie #obey me imagines

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therearenomorevalidblognames · 1 year

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Love will get you there send post.

#love will get you there inhaler #love will get you there #inhaler #this song is so good #and it's so '50s specific that #i can actually imagine characters from #teen beach movie #or #grease #doing choreography to this #it just fits #plus the chord progressions on this song #especially the pre chorus #my soul left my body #inhaler band

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soapyscoobert · 1 year

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Imagine: We’re sitting in the car and you hear a shuffle from the backseat so you turn around and it’s non other than Justin Bieber the guy from teen beach movie.

#celebs #celebrity #celebrity imagines #celeb imagines #disney channel #disney channel original movie #teen beach movie #justin bieber #imagines

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sheepie-self-ships · 1 year

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Alright I’ve mulled it over I think I’m just gonna make Butchy an f/o and leave 😔 the only wiki I’ve found that has an age says 18 and that’s the only info on it 🙄 plus I’ve had a crush on the character since the movie came out 💀

#I think. I’ve been hyperfixating on Teen Beach Movie too much recently.#anyways time to make an s/i and my own content since I’m working with another character who only has crumbs 🏃💨💨💨#thank u tumblrinas who have some imagine crumbs u guys r the backbone of society #Maybe when I add him to my list I’ll rebrand my blog like I thought about doing a few days ago #My roommates were right when they said I had a type

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heliads · 2 years

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omg u do teen beach movie reqs?!🤧. could we have a seacat x f reader where he really likes us, and his friends are always trying to help him to make moves on us and that often makes our friends tease us, and everything is just sorta bubbly and cute? (r is a surfer, and she’s sweet and often rlly quiet, kinda the opposite of seacat). thanks, be prepared for more from me i just finished watching this movie☠️☠️.

yes yes yes. honestly figuring out jordan fisher was in teen beach movie was just as thrilling for me as finding out he was in teen wolf

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There is a scene currently unfolding on the beach before you, one that you are trying your utmost not to notice. This task is growing more herculean by the second, because although you’ve all but buried yourself alive in your book, the sound of shouting is impossible to ignore.

From the few scant glances you’ve been stealing, you can get a rough guess of just what is going down. The surfers are out again, this time causing trouble of their own volition without even having to blame the bikers for it. The cause of all the commotion also seems to be centered around one boy in particular, the one with the dark brown curls and coral hat.

A voice from beside you interrupts your best attempts at staying oblivious to the proceedings. “You know, you are allowed to actually watch what’s happening. The rest of us have chosen to accept this as free entertainment.”

You glance over at your friend with a grin. You two are sitting side by side in a long row of beach chairs pulled out under the shade of a nearby house, one with an excellent view of the beach and the aforementioned scene. To your left, Giggles is sipping a fruity drink, and to your right, Kiki is calling you out for no good reason.

You grimace. “Yes, but if I look up from my book for a second, I might make eye contact with one of them due to all the stares they keep throwing my way. And if that’s the case, I might also realize that all of this has to do with me, and I don’t think I’m supposed to know that quite yet.”

Kiki laughs. “Y/N, how could you ever think that they’re talking about you?”

Just as she poses the question, one of the surfers flings his arm dramatically towards you, all the while shouting your name so loudly that a few nearby seagulls startle and take flight.

You arch a brow. “Yeah, I have no idea why I’d think such a thing.”

Besides, everyone on this side of the beach knows what’s going on. From the surfers to the bikers, this sort of strife has been the hottest news of the summer. Basically, Seacat is facing trouble from his friends because they keep teasing him about something: namely, the fact that he likes you and can’t seem to muster up the courage to admit it.

That’s what they’re doing now, after all, trying to say anything they can to convince him to ask you out. The surfers are a good bunch with good hearts, but man, they can be loud. You can hear practically every other word from their conversation despite being fairly far away from them.

It’s not like you mind it, though. In truth, you would be more than alright with Seacat asking you out. Your worst fear is that he won’t be able to do it at all, and his crush will fade as surely as the tide.

Thing is, you’ve been harboring a crush of your own for quite some time. You never thought your feelings would actually be returned, though– Seacat is unlike you in almost every way. He’s loud where you’re shy, exuberant where you’re quiet. You’re both still surfers, but that’s the most you have in common.

Still, you like him. Seacat has a character that makes him more fun than anyone else here, a way of making you laugh even when you swear up and down that you’ll never smile again. He sticks true to his friends and never lets a single detail go unnoticed– except, that is, when it comes to the fact that one of them may like him back.

This lands you back to square one, which involves the surfers all working together to get it through Seacat’s head that you actually do have feelings for him and he really needs to ask you out before it’s too late. You wouldn’t mind if they could be a little less obvious about it, though, because your friends are teasing you about it just as badly as Seacat’s are teasing him.

Next to you, Giggles rolls her eyes. “You might as well pay attention, it could actually goad Seacat into doing something. They’ve been having meetings like this all week.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You think I don’t know that? Tanner has been following me around the beach to see if he can pick up on my favorite kind of flower to report back to Seacat. Eventually, they stepped on my towel so many times that I gave up and had to say it to you so he could overhear it and leave me alone.”

Giggles frowns contemplatively. “That does explain why you suddenly started talking about flowers yesterday. It didn’t make a lot of sense at the moment.”

You sigh. “None of this makes sense. I mean, when has Seacat ever needed encouragement for anything? He’s as confident as they come. Honestly, I think that’s just a sign that he doesn’t like me after all.”

Kiki and Giggles erupt in twin howls of outrage, both of them talking over each other to convince you how totally wrong you are to even suggest that.

“Honestly,” Kiki pleads, “the fact that he’s having trouble with asking you out shows that he clearly likes you a lot. I mean, why would he be overthinking things unless he really wanted to get this right?”

“Yeah,” Giggles adds, “plus, you and Seacat will be the cutest couple ever. I can practically sense it.”

“You say that about every couple here,” you point out, “even the ones that break up.”

“Well,” she sniffs, “this is different. You two are special.”

You laugh. “Well, I’m glad you’re certain about it. That would make one of us.”

Kiki’s face softens, and she reaches over to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I think the other surfers are making progress. Maybe Seacat will ask you out tonight, how about that?”

You smile at the thought. “We can only hope.”

Tonight is important, after all, it marks the twenty-fifth anniversary of Big Momma’s opening its doors for the very first time. The restaurant has been home to surfers and bikers alike for as long as anyone can remember, so of course everyone will be coming down to celebrate.

You’ve heard that the dancing should be spectacular, so you and your friends will be taking the trip down to see it for yourselves, dressed your best and ready to have fun. If Seacat’s smart, he’ll choose this as the perfect time to ask you out. He won’t even have to pay for decorations.

The hour of the celebration draws nearer, and you feel yourself growing nervous. You have no proof that Seacat will ask you out, after all, only the speculations of your friends. If you’ve learned one important lesson, though, it’s that your friends are usually right when it comes to these sorts of things. They know what boys like, and that’s girls like all of you.

You straighten the collar of your outfit nervously. Your friends have assured you a thousand times that you look stunning, but that doesn’t stop a storm of butterflies from taking up roost in your stomach.

At last, it’s time to go, and you head out with your friends in a rush of pastel colors and swishing skirts, flower crowns and tulle ruffles. There’s a crowd around the doors to Big Momma’s, and the throngs of people only grow once you step inside.

Despite all of this, you still manage to find Seacat immediately. He’s across the room from you, but the two of you lock eyes through all of the people. A soft smile appears on his face, and he starts to weave around the throngs of dancers to make his way to you.

By your sides, Kiki and Giggles exchange triumphant smiles, then discreetly slip away so that you’re alone when Seacat reaches you at last.

“You look really nice,” he says.

“So do you,” you respond.

He holds out a hand to you. “Want to dance?”

“Sure,” you breathe, and take his hand without a second’s hesitation.

He flashes a relieved smile at you and leads you out onto the dancer. You’re certain that you see at least half a dozen other surfers give him a thumbs up when they see that the two of you are together, likely the result of many hours’ careful planning.

When you’re in the middle of the floor, Seacat turns to face you again. The song is familiar, one of your favorites, and the moves come easily. Seacat’s a good dancer, the two of you live and breathe and do well together.

You’d like to think that it’s a sign of something, and maybe he does too, that both you and him have been supposed to be together for all of this time. Someone or something out there cut you two from the same cloth, and now you’re figuring out what it means to never have to be alone again.

The song ends soon enough. The silence seems pressingly loud in the absence of the music, and it rings around the dance floor, weaving in between partners and groups and solitary figures.

Seacat leans close to you, speaking now that it’s quiet enough for you to hear him. “I was wondering something.”

He freezes slightly, and you nod encouragingly. “Yeah?”

He takes a steadying breath, then keeps talking. “Would you want to go out with me? It wouldn’t have to be a big deal, of course. Maybe ice cream or a movie? Or both?”

He looks at you hopefully, eyes full of all the daydreams he’s been too afraid to believe in all of this time. Luckily for him, you don’t intend to crush those aspirations quite yet.

“I’d love to go out with you,” you say, and Seacat’s face breaks into a dazzling grin.

“Really?” He asks, then tries to seem more sure of himself. “I mean, yeah, that would be a lot of fun. Maybe this Friday at six? I can pick you up.”

You nod, smiling. “I’ll see you then.”

Just like that, you’ve got a date. Life couldn’t be better.

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actually-phoenix · 1 year

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Characters/Ships/shows/movies I write for:

I take requests for x readers tell me if you want different pronouns

Euphoria: Rules, Elliott x Jules x rue, Lexi x Rue, Maddy

The Fallout: Mia x vada

Wednesday: Wenclair, Bianca

Life is strange: Chloe x Rachel, Alex x Steph, Sean x Finn

Teen beach movie: Brady x mack, Mack x lela, Brady x Tanner

Villains of valley view: Hartley x amy

Full house: Stephanie x Gia

Cobra Kai: Sam x Tory, Robby Keene, Hawk

Karate kid: Daniel Larusso

Victorious: Jori, Beck x Jade x Tori

Riverdale: Beronica, Choni

Descendants: Malvie, jaylos

13 reasons why: Justin Foley x Jessica Davis

My babysitter's a vampire: Sarah x Erica, Benny x Ethan

Dickinson: Emisue

Bestfriend whenever: Syd x Shelby

Girl meets world: rilaya

Andi Mack: Tyrus, ambi

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yujiwifeyy · 1 year

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first date with them (jjk men)

warnings : casino

an : tysm for showing sm love on last post🥹 + this is a gn fluff!

YUJI

• take care of him bc he might just die from excitement!

• prolly started making fake scenarios a week ago from ur date

• everything is sooo organised

• hands holding all day!!

• he’ll probably pay for everything so don’t worry just sit back and relax the date with the love of ur life

• his ideal date is going to an amusement park so hold tight girl ur golden retriever boyfriend will probably drag u to every ride

• but if the idea of amusement park is not for you then also don’t worry he got ur back! he’ll probably take you to bowling

• and if he sees that you’re losing to him at bowling then boy will literally make himself lose on purpose just to see you jump around while being happy

• after doing these activities during the day , at night you guys will probably go to stargazing while having a deep convo about your future and dreams and he’ll realise just how much you mean to him

• in general , he will try to make you the happiest girl! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

TOJI

• after years of just roaming around here n there he definitely found some underrated and hidden place so he’ll take you there

• you were a bit uneasy about where you guys were going but after entering this street all ur worries vanished away

• this street looked so vintage but cute and peaceful at the same time. there wasn’t much people but everyone looked so elegant. it was just like the movies it definitely looked like heaven on earth

• he smiled at your reaction and lead you to a really adorable cafe. it was filled with adorable posters and the design was just sooo elegant!

• you looked at him with a surprised face "i never knew you were into this stuff" you asked him while pointing at all those adorable items in the cafe "it was for you dummy i thought you would like it" he said with a gentle flick on your forehead

• you guys enjoyed your lunch at this cafe and when the sun was setting down and it was evening ur boyfriend decided to take you to another hidden gem!

• he took you to a really peaceful beach where there was surprisingly no one

• you guys walked around the beach and talk about alot of stuff until he just picked u up and took you in the water

• don’t worry you’re not going to drown he’s holding you tightly this man got you at all cost!

• u both played alot there until you were a mess that’s when he decided to enjoy the nightlife with you like wild teens

• walking around at night while holding hands , trying out new stuff that you never imagined you would , going to the highest building to enjoy the view of the night. well this man got it all

• you were at at the roop of this really high building and was staring at the moon while being in the arms of your boyfriend until he decided to break the silence with ‘the moon is beautiful isn’t it’ (it’s a japanese phrase for ily) ( ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ )

NANAMI

• sugar daddy mood on!

• tonight your rich af boyfriend will take you to the lavishest restaurant of the town

• oh you’re an introvert? don’t worry bby tonight your boyfriend booked the whole restaurant just for you two!

• he put his phone on silent mode because he doesn’t want anyone disturbing him when he’s with his baby

• with the least disturbance you guys started your dinner and was having the time of your life

• after dinner , as you guys were vips the restaurant booked you guys an entire movie theatre (yes , tonight you’re y/n bbyyy)

• you guys started watching this really cute romance comedy movie but when you were looking at the screen and laughing he was looking at you and smiling

• after the movie , your boyfriend knew you had an pathetic week so he booked you a really relaxing spa!

• you two entered this room where there was alllll the asmr equipment with a relaxing music playing

• you guys enjoyed the relaxing massage which just felt like heaven

• when you guys were done with all the activities and he was driving you home you fell asleep in the car and when he noticed he smiled and just hoped that he made you happy because you really hold a special place in his heart! ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

GETO

• honestly , he was a bit confused about what to do and was afraid if he could make you happy until he remembered that once you mentioned you wanted to go an aquarium so he decided to take his baby to the biggest aquarium of the world!

• you guys went inside the aquarium and you were more than happy and he was happy by it. you guys clicked sooo many cute pics there and had some snacks here n there

• then he wanted to do something fun so he thought a karaoke would be a perfect option. he took you to a really cute karaoke centre!

• y’all had so much fun there bc geto kept making sooo many silly yet funny mistakes and a few minutes later you found out that you guys didn’t closed the door properly and everyone probably heard your laughs , voice cracks and failed high notes T_T

• after all these , geto kept saying that he has a surprise for you and you found out about it when he lead you to a cat cafe! it was super cute and you had sm fun playing with cats while having ur food

• in conclusion, a date with him will be vv cute and you guys will make sooo many memories that you’ll probably laugh about later + you’ll see his silly , goofy and soft side more which only you can pull out! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) ♡

GOJO

• a date with gojo and there’s nothing risky? uhh you’re with the wrong person

• he picked you up at 7 and you had no idea where you guys are going to. you tried asking him but he just shushed u until you saw a cruise and looked at him with a confused expression but he just smiled at you and got out of the car to open the door for you (we love a gentleman) and lead you to the cruise and oh god it’s a huuuuuuge cruise

• you guys entered the cruise and decided to have dinner first so he lead you to the dinner section and heck yeah it was bougie af

• y’all had dinner and started walking around the cruise and was having fun talking to all these famous and rich people as gojo’s gf until you saw all these elegant people being occupied with something you wonder what the matter is so you decided to ask him ‘babe what are all these people doing’ he smiled at your innocence and got down to your level and whisper ‘by any chance are you into casino bby’ he asked you while smiling but you just wasn’t getting whatever he saying.

• so he decided to show you instead. he lead you to an area where you could see alot of people and yes ofcourse they were playing casino and your boyfriend decided to dive in and put 1 million on line before you could ask anything he started playing. you wanted to help him win but nope , you didn’t know shit so you just keep watching him until you saw that this mf won 1.5 million!!

• he got up and hugged you and kissed the money and ofcourse you! you couldn’t process what’s going on until he pulled you into a kiss and asked you ‘do you still wanna be in this cruise bby or yk i have smh else in mind’ you were confused by his question until you guys left the cruise when it stopped and roamed all around the town

• from bougie to cheap places you guys went thru all of em. he showered you with so much money like boy literally bought you diamond ring , necklace and a freaking dress! he love spoiling his baby

• watch him having only 120k by the morning T_T

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Motive.

Tate Langdon imagine.

On Halloween, you and your boyfriend Tate are on a date. As you talk about his past as the slasher, Ghostface, he comes to realize that he needs to be punished for his actions.

Can you tell Scream is my favorite slasher series? WARNINGS. Sub! Tate. Mommy kink. Degrading. Dom! Reader. Knife play. Blood play. Talk of violence. Oral! Male and female receiving. PnV! Overall filth. Brief Tate POV.

Halloween was your favorite day of the year. Not only was the weather perfect, the best scary movies were released, costumes became creative but also because Tate could go out and venture into the world.

This was your second Halloween together. The first year you went to the beach. A place he admitted used to be his designated spot whenever he needed to escape. You had discussed back and forth before ultimately deciding to have your date at a graveyard.

It filled your gothic heart.

Your relationship was exciting, despite his eternal life as a ghost.

Tate carried the blanket and bottle of liquor you bought on your way home. The walk wasn’t far, allowing you to wear platform shoes that went along with your costume. You were dressed as the Scarlet Witch. Trading in your black clothing for red.

Tate allowed you to paint his face with makeup, skeletal features were his preference. It took you almost an hour but you wanted to be precise. You slicked his curly hair back with product. But he would do anything you asked. He was your good boy. You held your own bag close to your body.

A week ago, you gifted him a cellphone. For reason one, he could contact you while you were working. And secondly, it would make tonight even better. It was secured in his denim pocket. He wasn’t able to hold your hand, so you opted to hold the crook of his elbow.

You stepped through the entrance of the cemetery. The overhanging metal curved over your head as your eyes swept over the hundreds of tombstones. “This way, baby.” Tate gestured with his head towards the left. You allowed yourself to be guided.

Your feet padded over the grass. It was dark, but the adjacent streetlight gave you enough ability to see your path.

Tate led you down the narrow section between a towering tree and a collection of tombstones before he pulled you to a stopping point in front of a smaller one. “Here I am.” He smirked, his skeleton makeup curving, turning to look at you.

The modest headstone was ordinary, without any flowers to commemorate the loss. You nodded as you registered the name.

Tate Langdon 1977- 1994. Loving son.

You chuckled breathlessly at his joke. “This is one hell of an idea, having a date in front of your own grave.”

Tate quirked an eyebrow before pulling you to a seated position, setting the blanket down on the ground and alcohol aside. You both hadn’t bothered with cups, planning on just drinking out of the bottle, something you’d both done several times. He wrapped his arm around you, your head nuzzled on his shoulder.

“What was your motive, Tate? Being Ghostface?” It was before you were born but everyone heard about the killing spree during 1994. It started with one murder, a teenage girl strung up on a tree. Before it escalated to a principal. Those weren’t enough to raise concerns until the last night when the killer was caught.

It was at a party. A curfew had been given but a group of teens threw a gathering anyway. Two more people were murdered. Brutally. One girl was inside a dog door inside the garage. The man’s throat had been slit and he was dragged across the front of a van.

The murderer wore a gown and a mask.

Tate Langdons identity was revealed after he had been gunned down by the swat team. He took too long at the house as the police were called. The term Ghostface had been taken as a joke before it ultimately stuck with him. But he never revealed why he did it. Even during the last seconds of his life. Yet, his soul remained in the very home he was killed in.

He had been shot down in the Murder House.

You’d seen the apparel once. When he played the same game with you after class several weeks ago. Where he fingered you, used the very blade he commented the crimes with. It gave him pleasure to scare you. Or try too.

“My motive?” He asked, glancing down at you. He didn’t like to talk about his past. He hated answering questions because he didn’t want to relive it. He was always paranoid you’d leave him if he explained. You knew the relationship was toxic. But you still loved him.

Besides. He was already dead. What more could he do?

“Yes. Why did you do it?” You lifted your chin upward, watching as he clenched his jaw.

“Who said I needed a reason?” You pursed your lips as he teased you.

“Tate. Be serious. Why? Why did you kill them?”

Several seconds of silence followed. All you felt was the pattern of his breathing.

“I wanted to die. And I wanted to take people with me. I wanted to scare them. I wanted them to think they had a chance to escape me. I wanted my mother to know exactly what kind of monster she created. That’s why I killed her boyfriend. I wanted her to know the pain she made me feel.”

You allowed the confession to hang in the air. It wasn’t fear you felt, more like a realization that Tate had been dangerous. Your loving, doting and obsessed boyfriend had been a killer. He knew exactly how to press the blade down on your skin without breaking it. He knew how to walk without making noise. He enjoyed seeing you beg for him. Beg for his cock. Beg for him to let you finish.

But you wanted him to have a turn. He needed to experience it.

“Mmm. Did you like being covered in blood?” You asked, your voice soft despite the disturbing question.

Tate swallowed. “I didn’t really think about it.” You nodded and pulled your hands in your lap. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, instead starting at the stone.

“Do you ever think about me, covered in blood?” You withheld a smile when he took a sharp inhale. He blinked.

“Y-yes.” He looked down at you but you reached up, taking his chin between your thumb and pointer finger. You set his jaw straight.

“Did I say you could look at me?” Tate shakes his head obediently.

“Good boy. Do you ever think about…me killing someone?” His lips parted and he heavily inhaled through his nose.

“Yes.” He half whispered, half whined.

“Have you thought about fucking me in the costume? Using the knife on me again? While I’m covered in someone else’s blood?”

Tate shifted on the ground, his eyes glazing as he tried to keep his focus ahead. “Babe-“

“Don’t interrupt me, Tate. Be good and answer only when I tell you to.” You sternly commanded. “Yes or no?”

“Yes.” He shakily answered. You needed to push a little harder, just a bit to get exactly what you needed.

“What are you thinking about now, Tate? And make sure you’re honest.” You kept watching him. His teeth grazed his lower lip, despite the paint and his hand started to drift to his pants.

“I want to splay you on the ground, right here. Right now. I want to spread your legs, taste you with my mouth before I fuck you senseless. Until you can’t wait. And then do it all over again.” You quirked an eyebrow before your hand fell to his thigh.

“What about you, baby? Don’t you want me to make you feel good? To suck your dick? Make you cum in my mouth?” He shivered and his fingers drifted to his crotch.

“I’d rather feel you cum. I don’t care about me. All I want is you.” You hummed and your finger tips grazed his growing erection.

“Mmm. You’re such a sweet boy, Tate. Do you like it when my legs are around your head? Do you like that?”

Tate’s hand finally palmed his dick and you smiled in triumph. You lifted yourself from his embrace and you grabbed his wrist.

“Tate. Did I say you could touch yourself? Don’t you remember our rules?” Tate’s eyes widened in response and you shook your head disapprovingly.

The rules consisted that Tate was not allowed to touch himself without permission. Neither were you. Along with a safe word. Mercy.

“I’m sorry-I thought you-“

Your hand raised and wrapped around his neck. You pulled him close as he grunted from the pressure. You squeezed steadily the sides of his throat and you leaned in, hovering over his mouth. “Mmm, my sweet little boy. Getting hard over me being drenched in blood. You’re absolutely pathetic.”

Tate’s eyes glasses over and his lip slightly trembled. “Mama-please-“ He leaned in to kiss you but you pulled your head away.

“I don’t think so, Tate. I think…you need to be punished. Would you agree?” You proposed and he swallowed heavily. Fear prickling his expression.

“Do whatever you want to me. Just let me touch you, please.” Tate placed his hands on your waist, squeezing gently and causing your knee to settle inbetween his legs. “Please, please let me touch you. I can make it up to you. I promise, baby. I can’t stand the thought of you mad at me.”

He laid down, his hair like a blonde halo on the ground as he stared up at you, your hand still wrapped around his neck. He looked so submissive. So willing to make you happy. Ready for you to use him however you fucking wanted.

And you will.

“You’ll make it up to me?” You whispered. Tate started grinding his dick down on your knee, humping like a bitch in heat.

“Yes, anything. I’ll do anything for you.” He encouraged, slipping his fingers down to your waistband, your dark leggings stretching as he attempted to touch your underwear.

Removing your hand from his throat, you slapped him across the face. Tate grimaced from the impact, his head jolting to the side and he blinked at you with watery eyes.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, Tate.” He leaned up, taking his hands off your torso and buried his face in your breasts.

You attempted to push him down but he was a lot stronger than you despite his slender form. His arms wrapped around your hips, making you straddle his pelvis.

“Mama-I’m sorry-I just need you. I want to make you cum. I want you to be proud of me-please let me be good. I promise you’ll be proud of me…” He was begging. You almost gave in, withholding a moan as he pressed kisses on your costume covered breasts but you needed to stick with your plan.

“Tate, if you want to make me feel good. Lay down. Lay down nice and slow for me, baby.” He quickly pulled away, his face paint smudged as he slowly laid his body down on the grass.

You were situated above him, powerful and he was willing to obey every command you gave him. Reaching your hand down, you brushed his cheek with your fingers and he contently leaned in to your touch. “Now, I want you to close your eyes. Keep them closed until you know exactly when to open them.” You instructed in a clear voice.

Tate opened his mouth to protest but you gripped his chin between your fingers. Leaving nail imprints. “What did I say about disobeying me?” He shut them immediately after that. You smirked. Now, the real fun could begin.

Carefully, you brought yourself to stand. Your boots crunching the grass beneath you while walking to your bag. Digging through it, your hands locked around a lightweight but long, black gown. Slipping it on, you then pulled out the last needed item.

The Ghostface mask. And the same blade Tate used on you.

Slipping it over your hair and face, you started walking away as quiet as you could. Then, you tucked the knife to your belt inside the gown. If Tate heard running, he would open his eyes too soon. You disappeared in the bustle of trees across the cemetery before stepping behind the church. Smiling wickedly, you pulled out your cellphone.

Tate was growing impatient. He listened to your footsteps carefully, trying to figure out where you were before they disappeared entirely. Seconds passed, he felt alone. Despite your warnings, Tate opened his eyes and sat up.

You were gone.

Panic set in and he jumped to his feet. What if something was wrong? His breathing grew heavier as he jogged through the area, desperately searching for any signs of you. “Y/n!” He called out but no answer came.

“Fuck. Fucking shit.” He ran his fingers through his mused hair and stepped forward in the direction of the church, but his cellphone started ringing.

Tate frowned and looked at his pocket. Only one person knew of his number. Maybe you needed help. He dug it out of the material and pressed it to his ear.

“Y/n, are you okay? Where are you?”

“Hello, Tate Langdon.” He froze and his eyes widened. The voice on the other end.

Was Ghostface. The very same alteration he used in 1994. The same he used to call Y/N.

He opened and closed his mouth, unable to come up with a response. It was all a trick. It was Y/N. But…how did she sneak it past him?

“Don’t you know it’s bad manners not to respond to a greeting?” Ghostface prodded and Tate cleared his throat.

“Hey. Y/N, is that what you were planning? Where are you?”

“Tate, you’ve been such a bad boy. Dreaming about your girlfriend killing someone.” He huffed out an embarrassed breath and scanned the area around him.

“This-this isn’t funny, asshole.” He muttered under his breath.

“Oh, I’d be careful about calling me names, Tate. You wouldn’t want me to slit that pretty neck of yours, would you?” Ghostface leered. Tate chuckled and started moving towards the trees.

“That wouldn’t matter. I’m already dead.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t be punished, Tate. For all the things you did to those poor, innocent people.”

“Innocent?” He parroted.

“Yes. In fact, I wonder if movies influenced you. Movies can be a powerful inspiration. Tell me…what’s your favorite scary movie?” Tate squatted down, trying to see evidence of your boot prints but he didn’t see anything.

“Do you really have to go through the whole speech? I asked too many questions.” He said to himself.

“Is that a refusal to my question? Mmm, Tate. You just can’t listen, can you?” Ghostface teased and he sighed with frustration.

“Where are you?”

“Aw, you look so pretty when you’re desperate.” He looked around, realizing you must be close by, able to see his expression. Instead of answering, he crept closer to the church.

“What happens if I find you?” He asked, excitedly looking for you.

“Then, you get to make me cum. Just like you want.” Tate groaned and quickly looked behind the building.

No one was there.

He went to speak before a hand gripped his hair, yanking him back and a sharp blade pressed against his neck. He gasped.

“You didn’t think it be that easy, did you?” Y/N said, her voice still altered. Tate wanted desperately to turn around and pound her on the ground but the knife nicked his skin.

Blood trickled down and the hand that gripped his hair, traveled down his face, to his throat. Her finger collected the plasma and smeared it across his lips.

“Please, Christ I can’t take it anymore. Please, let me fuck you. I’m begging you, please y/n.” Tate pleaded. Y/N turned him around.

He stared down at her, her gown hung on her body. The mask was secure and she aimed the knife at his chest. “Sorry, I just wanted to hear you scream.”

“Get on your back.” You commanded. Tate fell to the ground, landing underneath you and you smiled behind the mask. Finally, he was listening. With your free hand, you unbutton his jeans and yanked them down.

You lifted his shirt up, exposing his v line and the thin patch of hair. His dick was hard and prominent through his boxers. A wet patch of precum staining it. You shook your head, taking the blade and lightly tracing it across his skin.

Tate inhaled sharply and bucked his hips. Humping the air as you played with the knife. His hand lifted and you smacked his crotch with the handle. He stilled, panting as you peeled off the mask. You set the blade down, hooking your fingers around his waistband and then you pulled it down his legs.

His cock hung heavy, thick and red at the tip. “So needy, baby.” Your voice was back to normal. You lowered yourself on your stomach, wrapping your hand around his dick before licking a single stripe along the vein.

Tate whimpered with a high pitch whine as his hand flew to your hair. Allowing the grip, you pulled the tip to your lips and started sucking gently. His fingers pulled your hair, hard enough to hurt but you massaged his cock with your hand as you bobbed your head up and down.

He was a mess, moaning and shaking as you gave him head. “I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum.” He grunted. His climax rushed through, gushing out of your mouth as you helped him ride out his orgasm.

You pulled back, your lipstick smeared and you wiped your chin with the back of your hand. Before you had a chance to breathe, Tate flipped you over, immediately smashing his lips to yours. As he shoved his tongue in your mouth, hungrily kissing you, his hand frantically felt your torso. You kissed him back feverishly, pulling his hair as he sank his teeth into your lower lip.

You mewled as he ripped himself away and then sloppily kissing your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “You’re mine, all fucking mine.” He pleaded like a prayer as he rocked his hips against yours, his hardening dick against you.

As submissive as he was, Tate could also fuck you like it was his last time ever doing so. You were lost in the growing pleasure as he brushed his tongue against your sweet spot. He fumbled to pull your leggings down and underwear down, any coordination gone as he shoved himself down. You wanted to resist, regain control but he pried your legs apart.

“Tate-“ You started but he shook his head. He opened his mouth, laid his tongue flat against your pussy as he started lapping away at your clit.

“No, no, don’t tell me to stop. I need this, mommy.” He moaned against your cunt as he circled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You tried to withhold your sounds but he grazed your pussy with his teeth. “No, I want to hear how good this feels.” Tate dug his fingernails into your thighs to keep you still, dragging them painfully but deliciously down. You felt the hilt of the knife against your entrance and you looked down. Tate’s eyes were black as he effortlessly slipped the handle inside you. The foreign feeling pumped in and out as his mouth worked your swollen pussy. You weren’t going to last much longer as he increased the speed.

A overpowering wave of pleasure exploded and you couldn’t make any noise as you trembled. Tate finally pulled back and removed the handle from you. He crawled up, cupping your chin before he kissed you. Forcing you to taste your own cum.

“I need to fuck you,” He moaned against your lips as he shuffled clumsily to line himself up with your cunt.

He nipped your lip too hard, blood pooled from the small wound and he repeated your earlier actions. Smudging your mouth with blood as he bottomed you out. “Fuck.” He growled. “You look so hot with blood on your skin.”

You arms wrapped around his shoulders as he thrusted, deep inside you, hard enough to hit your cervix but you loved the pain. His movements were growing sloppy. “Don’t cum until I say, Tate. Or else I’ll have to punish you again.”

But he couldn’t listen, his speed thudded inside you and you felt him spill inside you, he squeezed his eyes shut from the orgasm as he came to a stop. He ripped them back open in fear as he understood his mistake. “I’m sorry-you just felt so good-“ He pleaded but you wouldn’t have it.

You pushed him off, forcing him on his stomach as you straddled his back. His bare pelvis pressed against the ground as you trailed your fingers down his skin.

“Now, you’re really going to scream.”

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