#dracula x human

[monsterfuckerpillowprincess]

I've been thinking and thinking, trying to pinpoint exactly what it was that got me into monster fucking/loving. Was it something I saw or heard, or did it just spring up all on its own? I've been racking my brain trying to figure it out. And then I realized it was this! This right here:

The garden scene from Dracula (1992)! This came out before I was even born! At the time, I didn't even know the terms 'monster fucker' or 'teratophillia' were even a thing, but I swear, the first time I saw this, I was like, "I gotta have me some of that!"

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #228

“Y-you died. I-I held you in my arms.”

“Yeah!” The newly raised vampire flashed their fangs with a wide grin. “And I came back! Isn’t that cute?”

[its-not-a-pen]

~Mr Harker & Mr Frankenstein~

jono meets a new friend wandering around in the forest and they’re about to be *~roommates!~*

based on this story , in which Jonathan’s worrying inability to perceive red flags + the fact he’s so English he’d rather swallow glass than be Slightly Impolite means that he’s the perfect person to rehabilitate the Creature.

[muvaginger]

Is it just me or do y’all too want to be doing your nightly routine in the mirror one stormy night and suddenly grabbed by the neck by your own reflection. Like legit one of draculas wives posing as a vampiric version of yourself and legit kissing and biting the fuck out of you. And while you’re being caressed and made out with, he’s just watching while perched on a nearby tree as a damn bat.

No? Just me? Oh. 😶👉🏾👈🏾

[kitlaurie]

Are you even a real Transformers fan if you don't take all your favorite versions of different characters from different continuities and use them to mentally construct your own complex unique tf universe with

[hotpinkboots]

I'm going to write an x reader based off of this headcanon I wrote earlier:

I'll probably write about this scenario for all of them, but vote for whichever you want to see first!

[bookworm-with-coffee]

MASTERLIST

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The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings 🍃

• Excuses - (Thorin Oakenshield x Child!Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• LOTR/TH Characters as wrong number texts! - Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• Sleepless Nights - (Fili x Reader)

• Insecurities - (Kili x Reader)

• Softly - (Kili x Reader)

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Assassin's Creed 🗡

(*mainly writing for Assassin's Creed III & Rogue )

• Aesthetics - Shay Cormac , Haytham Kenway , Liam O'Brien & Chevalier de la Verendrye

• Torn - (Liam O'Brien x Reader)

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Hogwarts Legacy 🪄

• Incorrect Quotes - Punch in the Crotch

• Aesthetics - Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

• The Greatest Heist of All - (Slytherin Boys x Reader)

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Van Helsing 🦇

• Night Terrors - (Van Helsing Boys x Reader Imagines)

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Being Human 🩸

• Dancing With Death - (John Mitchell x Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three - COMING SOON

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Star Trek 🪐

(*mainly writing for AOS movie series - 2009-16)

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Writing requests status - CLOSED.

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[slutforvampsandfangs]

Imagine.... Being Johnathan Harker's Sister, and the count falls in love with you when you visit him with your brother....

Might actually write this 🤭

[alucarddear]

Headcanons for if reader gets kidnapped and Alucard comes to save her/him/them? Anything from bandits to cruel nobles would be awesome! (I'm a sucker for a good rescue romance, cliché I know)

Hmm, the two requests are close enough, right? I’ll choose to be lazy here.

Rescue headcanons incoming! [Alucard x You]. So I assume there’s no self-defence knowledge at all at our disposal here so our prince can come swoop in for the rescue!

He’d been on edge for some time before he even heard you screaming from quite a ways away. He felt that something had gone wrong when it took you twice, almost thrice as long to do your share of chores. And gorged on your precious blood just recently, his heightened hearing picked up on your scream with more clarity than he’s usually capable of. He’s sure you’re in danger. Quickly, he wore his coat and gathered his sword and came to your rescue.

To say Alucard is pissed is an understatement. He is snarling, growling, absolutely seething. How dare they take what’s precious from him?!

However, as soon as he’s facing your kidnappers, he appears to be the very opposite of how he feels on the inside.

He’s cold. It feels as if he brought winter with him. So icy that anything that breathes in the vicinity might shudder.

“If you care at all for your continued existence,” he grits out as he slowly but surely advances towards your kidnappers, his presence large as life, death looming in the corner. His voice is modulated yet teeming with venom—“You’ll stop this nonsense and go. Now.”

The whole time though, his eyes are on you—checking for injury, honey eyes scanning for any scratch at all. He longs to comfort you, to have you in his arms as soon as possible, but he knows he has to play his cards right, especially with that blade pressed against your throat.

Now what happens next depends on how stupid brave your kidnappers are.

His heirloom sword is hovering right next to his head, ready to fly at them any moment now. His threat hangs in the air, making your kidnappers gulp.

When they took you, they had no idea you were the infamous Alucard’s special someone or they would have never done it. After shopping in the market, they’d followed you home. You simply looked to them like somebody who came from money and they needed it badly. Little did they know that your lover would find you even before they could formulate a plan to exchange you for gold.

The floating sword, the large gash on his chest, the fangs that peek through… Hell, his description matches the dhampir known to live in the area. Shit. The pathetic band of thugs promptly lets you go. Forgotten sword clattering on the ground, they push you towards the dhampir and flee, stumbling and quivering as they go.

You lurch forward, staggering straight into your lover’s arms. Tears of fear and of relief spring from your eyes and he’s hushing you, squeezing you in his arms, apologising. “I’m sorry, my love,” he tells you. “I should have come with you.”

“It’s alright now,” he pats your hair, enveloping you in his warm embrace. “There, there…”

When you look up at him, still shaken with tears in your eyes, it shatters his heart, it makes him frown.

“I’m here now. You’re safe now,” he tells you, plain and true. The surest thing in the world. And so you are, for as long as he’s with you.

Needless to say though, you’re banned from doing groceries all by yourself, at least for the foreseeable future. He’s never going to risk you again.

[the-crow-binary]

Dracula: What do you prefer in a man ? Lisa: Mental and emotional stability. Dracula, muttering to himself: Well, shit.

[kirwell]

as the Supernatural fans say, "It's subtext." You can't tell me out of context, that this scene does not scream,,,

But even still. This pairing legitimately seems scarce from what I've seen, and I'm super shocked, because after rewatching Hotel Transylvania for the second time since I was 12, I was hit with ✨ALL THE VIBES✨ from these two,, Ship aside for a second. You can't tell me this movie was actually about Johnny and Mavis falling falling in love, and not about Dracula's relationship with Johnny and his daughter. The romance feels like it's just a sideplot ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

___ Johnny and Mavis don't go through any big character progression or monumental shift that you would expect to see in a movie about a couple falling in love. They are who they are the entire movie. All the change and development is put on Dracula from start to finish, and I really love that. But that's beside the point,, His relationship with Johnny gives me all the undertone bi feels, and it keeps me coming back to rewatch this movie every couple years. I MEAN C'MON, they have more interaction and scenes together than Johnny and Mavis do! At least it I'm pretty fuckin' sure ! Dracula would have never changed without Johnny's influence. The gradual shift from being cold and dismissive, to being more himself, becoming vulnerable and open, then full acceptance,, is just,, chef's kiss ~ I love how Dracula goes from just wanting Johnny out of his hotel by any means necessary, to going through so much effort to keep him out of harm's way. I just realized too that Drac told the story about his wife's death and why he hates humans so much, to Johnny, BEFORE Mavis, who really deserved to know her family history first. This man opened up to this whacky heartfelt human before his own daughter, shared his feelings and gave someone his trust for the first time in a long time, and let himself change. The bond has been struck! I love a good unexpected vampire romance story ^^ Mavis and Johnny are cute n' all, I won't lie,, but we know what's really up. I could talk about my DraculaXJohnny shipping A LOT MORE, but I'll save that for later..

[madwomansapologist]

Happy Halloween!!!

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Did you really tought I wouldn’t do something special for the most terrifying night of the year? Dear reader, you should know me better! Your derision with my sacred indole challenged me! Not only I will give you one story, but several! Choose from your preference: brutal killers, innocent victims or misunderstood monsters. 

Read if you dare!

ROUND 1: SLASHERS

Michael Myers falling in love with his nurse would include

• At the beginning of your carrear as a nurse you took care of the elderly in their homes, but since then you've only worked in hospitals. Your job was good, you loved it, and you wouldn't have decided to quit if you hadn't met Dr Loomis

• You happened to take care of one of his patient. The man was admitted to the asylum and an accident involving stairs and sheets meant that he needed to be taken to the hospital. Loomis came along, took care of him through the whole process, and you already knew his name. He was a legend

• Taking care of the patient, helping him change and trying to convince him to eat, Loomis talked to you. He praised and thanked you. He said you had a different gleam in your eyes. That your hands showed affection, that your speech was sweet, that your care was not an obligation but an intrinsic desire to ensure that patients in such a vulnerable state could feel safe. He respected you, but more than that, he saw you. So when Loomis said you'd have a job alongside him if you wanted to, you decided in his favor

• You've quickly climbed up the list of Doctor Loomis' trusted employees. You were rewarded, promoted, you became an example to others. It took a while, but when he realized that you knew what you were doing he invited you to be part of the team that took care of the man who hadn't spoken a word since childhood

• Michael, as you'd expect, didn't say a word the entire time you took care of him. What you couldn't have known, at least not at first, is that you didn't go unnoticed in his eyes

• Michael noticed you. Michael felt how careful but always sure your hands were when the medication was intravenous. He noticed how you respected the head nurse. He saw how you could recognize medication bottles even with your eyes closed. He saw how when something happened to another patient your quickness to act was not a result of irrational concern but of an exemplary knowledge of what to do to ensure no one got hurt

• After a while, Michael stopped just noticing. He started to admire. How you tell him what you’re doing, what medication you gave him, what effects they would have, even if he had never done anything more meaningful than following your movements with his eyes. How you didn't throw the masks he made in the trash like other nurses did, but just keep it in the drawer. How after a while, almost without realizing it, you started to medicate him sitting on the stretcher, next to him. How your gaze, even if suspicious, would meet his when you were doing your work

• Michael felt sad when you passed in front of the door but didn't stop by his room. Michael missed hearing your technician mutter about medication during your break. He felt jealous to discover that he wasn't your only patient. He was jealous of patients who weren't always bed-bound because he saw how more comfortable you were to touch them. He got angry when one of them had a breakdown and tried to hurt you. Michael felt so much about you

• Without you even noticing, Michael has set himself to one task: to be better for you. He stopped fighting with patients or reacting to nurses. He stopped ignoring requests for him to come to the group therapy room, despite not saying anything. He ate what they brought. Michael even stopped glaring at Doctor Loomis

• He did this so he could participate in the activities in the yard, where you and the other nurses were on duty to make sure no one got hurt. He started to be medicated in the ward made for that, so you didn't have to go to his room and go out to deal with the other patients. Even if he wasn't the center of your attention, he could watch you. He's stopped being strapped to a stretcher, so when you take his food or help him with an exam, he can move around. And even though he never touched you, he didn't want to scare you now that he had you so close, just being a little bit closer make him felt like his body was on fire

It turns out that Michael tried, but it was inevitable: he got into a fight. And, unsurprisingly, he won.

He had a cut on his right shoulder, nothing more, while the other patient lost two teeth.

Concerned about the lost, and rightly so, the nurses were divided into four groups: those who would take care of the main injured, those who would take care of who were injured by the shards of glass, those who would pay attention to the most sensitive that because of the noise ended up freaking out, and who would deal with Michael. There were many problems and not so many employees during the morning period. Noticing that Michael reacted better when you medicated him, the head nurse decided that you would take care of him and at least noticed that, in doing the division of tasks, he ended up leaving you alone with Michael.

With Michael seated on a gurney and his right hand chained to the metal table with the necessary instruments, you cleaned the wound and sewed the necessary stitches into the silent giant's skin. "I thought you were getting better", it was clearly you who said it. Michael never spoke.

You quickly completed the task. Besides being something simple, Michael was barely hurt. It was a deeper cut than anyone would want, but nothing compared to the rigidity of Michael's anxious calm. Even before you saw him standing, noticed how he was bigger than anyone you've ever seen, you were already sure that if he fought anyone, he would win.

"It's a shame. Now you won't be able to sunbathe on the yard anymore."

It could have hurt Michael, wasting a moment with you was all he feared most, but it didn't. Because you, while concentrating sewing the stitches, at least noticed what you had done. Michael's arm was stretched out on the metal table and you were standing behind it, leaning down so you could do your job. You rested your elbow on what you thought was the table, but you were wrong: you rested your elbow on Michael's open palm. For the first time he felt what his skin felt like. During all those minutes, he can touch you. Nothing would make him sad at that moment.

• Michael would never be the same again. Not after your touch.

Jason Voorhees falling in love with a camp counselor would include

• Crystal Lake has reopened. You had no idea what this place was, but when you saw how much they would pay you to basically camp out while babysitting, you didn't have to know: the answer was yes. This was the best possible job for the summer. Swimming, spinning around campfires to tell horror stories, playing with children: all this far from their parents. That was a blessing

• When you got there, you realized the job was as good as it looked. You loved taking care of the kids, you spent a lot of time with them, and you were able to enjoy your time with the other camp counselors a lot. Despite a strange sensation running through your spine, a feeling that someone was watching you, there has never been any serious problems. Some children would fall, sometimes the food you made would burn, nothing more. It was paradise. Until it ceases to be

• Jason watched as Crystal Lake reopened. He watched as the owner left the place to let the camp counselors take care of everything. He watched as the children arrived. And later, when one of the teenagers had to come back because she got sick, he saw when you arrived.

• Jason would attack, he was just getting ready, but when you arrived something changed. There was something in your gaze that distracted him. There were several times when, while planning a trap, Jason heard your voice calling the attention of some mischievous child and he simply lost any thread of concentration. You were kind. This wasn't just an excuse to stay away from home: you cared about every single one of the kids. You chased the kids at tag, hid during games, fought whoever did something that could put another child in danger, laid the kids down and kissed each of them on the forehead. You were different and it made him doubt himself

• He decided that if he couldn't help but look at you, Jason would at least work during the day to get his chores done and if there was time left he'd walk around Crystal Lake and check on you. He always did, but thinking that way made Jason feel like he still had control over his mind. At night, when you passed each of the huts to put the kids to bed, Jason followed you through the trees. It was visible how afraid you were to walk alone and at night in that environment, Jason kept you company at night and made sure you got to your own cabin safely. Sometimes he spent more time watching you, he could see through the window that your bedtime ritual included a cup of tea while you read a Regency novel. He would just watch you turn the pages and take sips of tea, and when you turned off the lights Jason would move again. It was his routine

Night after night, even when everything was ready, Jason would retrace his steps through the trees so he could follow you from a distance. When he didn't meet you on the usual path, Jason prowled the entire camp.

When he was already worried, running instead of walking, he heard laughter. Following them, he found the group of teenagers in front of the lake. The lake he feared so much. For a second, he remembered his task: making sure no one ever came near it again. He would even have turned around and finally rid the camp of the counselors, which would have shut it down for good, but your laughter was louder than anything.

In your bathing suits, you and a group of teenagers were having fun in the shallowest part of the lake playing volleyball. Your laughter, your conversations, the way you moved so lightly in the water: Jason was mesmerized.

He didn't notice when one of the teenagers hit the ball too hard. He didn't notice when you walked away from the group to get it. He didn't notice when you started to freak out when you realized that there was a hole in the sand and that now the water was almost getting into your nose.

Jason just heard your scream, and when he saw you were drowning, he acted. 

As you writhed, water rushing into your lungs, something pulled you out of the water. You felt hands grabbing you, holding your belly and preventing you from going deeper and deeper into that dark water. You clung to your savior, hugging his body as you reached the surface. With your eyes closed, the only thing you could do was cough. You felt it when you were lying on the sand and, coughing desperately, you managed to spit out all the water in your lungs.

When you finally opened your eyes, your vision blurred by the whole situation, you didn't see one of the boys: you saw a man in a hockey mask.

You might have convinced yourself it was a hallucination if it weren't for the hand caressing your cheek. You could have convinced yourself you were crazy if it hadn't been for the screaming group. You could have denied everything if you weren't feeling that same strange affliction as when you were alone in the cabin and thought someone was looking at you.

You might even have done any of those things if Jason hadn't put you on his shoulders and guided you into the woods.

• You needed help. Jason would take care of that.

ROUND 2: MONSTERS

Dracula finding his soulmate would include

• Life is so short. I mean, for most people. For Dracula, who in an older life than this was called by everyone the Count, life was long and time was not a concern. Though, of course, he didn't travel back in time to the moments he wanted to live: he needed to wait, and the thing he most waited for was to find his half. Centuries were collected by him and the person who would complete it remained beyond his reach. He just waited, it was the only thing he needed to do, and he kept waiting

• Dracula would hate himself if he didn't live like a god. How could someone hundreds of years old not be rich? What was he doing in the meantime between the present period and birth to not be part of high society? No, Dracula was enjoying the best that life had to offer. He participated in the great parties, he was friends with the artists, he participated in high society. He realized that achieving stardom was not the best choice, people might recognize him and the only thing he abhorred was making trouble for himself, so he found his place. Little did he know what would happen when he agreed to attend the painting studio of one of his friends

• For you, that was such a simple service. Just stand in the same position. One thing you couldn't deny: being a model for that painter was like getting an injection of self-esteem. Muse. That's what he calls you. You met him by chance and he seemed obsessed. You even thought he was in love, but it wasn't that: he was just interested in saving your image for the future. The first time you posed was strange, now you are used to it. It is good, even. You both talk, with each painting you felt more comfortable, and at the end you used to have a glass of wine to celebrate the end of a working day. Time has made you less shy. The poses got more dramatic. It was just seeing how beautiful you looked in a painting that you want to be portrayed again. Wearing nothing but a thin fabric, which covered what needed to be covered but exposed everything that would make a person yearn for your hands to loosen the fabric and reveal everything that was hidden, you stared at the wall. All that teasing, and your face was hidden from the painter. Don't see, see, don't see so much: that's what the painting in progress screamed.

• You heard when a man kept him company. Yo even greeted him with a brief speech, unable to face him as the slightest movement was reprimanded, and heard them talking. It was a good voice. A beautiful voice. Matured like a great wine. Courteous like the best of sparkling wines. Provocative like a raw whiskey. With nothing to do but face the wall, that voice took over your body. When you realized you was salivating, you had to force yourself to swallow the liquid. You fantasized, daydreamed

• Dracula couldn't control his eyes. That glorious, divine vision dominated his body, mind, and soul, if he still had one. He joined in the conversation in an effort to appear normal. He could only see the person who, in a mixture of shame and provocation, posed with their back to him. Every curve of the skin, every fold and stain and mark, every exposed spot and every hidden territory: everything made him look. He forced himself to stop staring, thinking your back must burn, but seconds later his mind was lost again. He noticed when his gums started to itch, he had to fight not to squirm, but he held himself in place. Talking was the only thing keeping him from leaping toward you and tasting the iron taste in your neck.

• The moment the painter said the session was over, you hugged the fabric covering your body. Calmly, you arranged it so that your nudity was not exposed, and turned towards your old friend. As your gaze met the elegant man, a man who seemed to have known the secrets of the world and have not been impressed, something happened. An explosion. Your heart twisted in your chest, nearly escaping your skin. The world lit up, colored, enchanted. You had never experienced it, but you had read so much about it that you knew what it meant: you found it. Your soulmate.

• And admiring you for the work of art that you are, Dracula knew he had never been so thirsty in his long life. An ancient verse repeated in his mind: your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. Perfect. He would be yours and you would be his.

Werewolf finding his mate would include

• It was a beautiful day. One of those where people wake up with the certainty that something bad is going to happen because it's not natural for everything to be perfect. Still, a beautiful day. The full moon was approaching. His senses were already more complex. He could feel the sweat of the person walking down the street with the dog. Hear the leaves falling. He can barely look at the lighted lamp without having to sit and pray for the migraine to pass. With all this tension, he knew there was only one thing that would ease the moon's pressure a little: running.

• You were trying to enjoy the fall. Soon it would be too cold to do anything but stay under the covers. You started this morning run routine in a lot of pain and wanting to give up. What is this rush that everyone talks about? You just felt tired. Of course, the rest of the day felt more alive, but it still felt like hell. But as the weeks passed, you began to understand. Started to like it. No longer just running around your block, you started going to a park. Now you took a hike every morning. It was safe, airy, and nothing but plants around it. Walking up the trail around the soon-to-be snow-covered mountain and watching the green leaves start to turn orange, you had no worries in mind. One foot in front of the other: simple as that

• On top of the mountain, he was getting ready. He didn't always choose to transform, but when the moon was close it was like a dull pressure begging him to ease his mind and body a little. He knew how empty this place was, especially now that the cold was coming, and how that tranquility was what he needed to know that nothing bad would happen. There weren't any cameras on that route either, it was so isolated. He left his backpack between the roots of a large tree, undressed and left his clothes beside it. He had already understood: it was useless to insist on keeping himself dressed, in the end you would always tear your clothes during the transformation. Naked, he let the human go and the wolf take over. His bones broke, his muscles strained, his skin burned, his body split in half and turned inside out: for a second he lived through hell, then he was already who he longed to be. Without any fear, the wolf ran

• The world was nothing but a blur. A mere space for life to exist. Nature surrounded him, dominating the situation, and the sun warmed his once-human skin. He ran, and ran, and ran. He was free, complete, fulfilled. And when he had already taken advantage of what nature had to offer, when he had silenced that pressure in his mind, he returned to the top of the mountain and untransformed among the trees. Walking towards the tree at the top of the hill that contained his things, so light for all the time spent there, he only noticed you when it was too late.

• You were drinking water at the top of the mountain, resting before going all the way back so you could go home. Your heart was pounding so loud it was all you could hear, your breathing was erratic and messy. Delicious. Running was now not just another chore, but a pleasure. You felt challenged, competitive, capable. Anyone who can go up and down a mountain before working can do anything. And as you turned to go down the mountain, all that sea of ​​emotions disappeared. Because when you turned around, you saw a naked man.

• You would have screamed, called the police and run faster than any professional athlete if it wasn't for what happened to your vision

• He covered his intimacies the exact moment he noticed you, but it wasn't fast enough. Dirty with dirt and leaves, it was as if that man had rolled on the earth. His bulging muscles rose and fell rapidly, his breathing was no more regulated than yours, and his hands clenched in an attempt to cover himself. His hairy, strong chest trembled. His face was a mixture of surprise, fear, shame, self-hatred. It was a beautiful face, on a beautiful body, but what made you stand there, frozen in place as if your legs didn't exist, were his eyes. Those dark, almond-shaped eyes. Those eyes that, the moment they met yours, shone like pearls. You felt the shiver run up your spine, the sigh escape your mouth, the lights explode in front of your eyes: when you looked at him, your world exploded in pink tones. It was him. Your half

• How he wished he could go back in time and stop this from happening. When he came out of the woods and headed towards the tree, the only thing that made him realize he wasn't alone was the loud gasp you let out, a mixture of surprise and fear, and instantly he covered himself. He went as fast as he could, but not fast enough to keep him from looking like a sexual predator. He thought about running away, but surprise kept him from being able to move. Then, with no choice but to look at you, his eyes revealed the truth he dreamed of knowing

• You were… stunning. Sweat was running, breathing was barely controlled, fatigue was visible on your skin. Your hands were gripping the bottle so tightly it might explode. You smelled like lavender, not even your sweat could hide it. But it was not just that. He took a breath, trying to find out. Honey. Milk. Maybe chamomile. It was delicious. Such a mesmerizing scent. You were tired and scared, and yet you were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. As he stared into your wide eyes, prepared to apologize, it happened. It was as if a typhoon passed through his body. As if everything he knew became just a family shadow. The world glowed in shades of pink. And so, he knew. You were the missing half

"I can explain," he said so fast you barely heard him. "I'm not a pervert."

You swallowed hard. "I hope so."

• Not at all romantic. Not at all orthodox. Not comfortable at all. Still, he wouldn't choose to forget this moment for the world. You... He knew it would be worth it. he smelled it

ROUND 3: SURVIVORS

Sidney Prescott planning a date would include

• Sidney would be so anxious. She would change clothes a thousand times just to decide to go with the first look she put together. Decide the place, then create an escape plan because what if you hate it. With every speech she makes to you, she will overthink everything. Everything. Sidney wants it to be a nice time for the two of you, which makes her go through hell at first. 

 • You will notice, it would be impossible otherwise. She'll pretend nothing is happening when you ask, but the moment you hold her hand warmly and repeat that you're there because you love spending time with her, Sidney would relax a little.

• Sidney would suggest watching a horror movie. She wouldn't do it just because it seens good, but because she would have an excuse to hold on to you. The entire movie would pass with a silent tension between you both. The comfort of being together is nice, but the chemistry you share would prevent you from breathing normally. 

 • Even if the movie was awful, even if the ice cream shop was trash, even if the meal was a waste of money: with you, not even anger can ruin the experience. Of course she would be very nervous at the moment, thinking it was her planning that went wrong, but at home she wouldn't mind and would be daydreaming with your smiles and laughter.

• Sidney had planned to walk together until the moment your paths parted, but she was overjoyed when you walked her to her door. She felt like a princess being taken to a castle. Silly, but who else but her could know that?

Laurie Strode planning a date would include

• Laurie is an exemplary planner. Not just thinking about where to go, but everything that encompasses a perfect date. She'd start by deciding on something the two of you could do for fun but still able to talk: an arcade, a restaurant, an ice rink, an afternoon shopping at the mall. She would think about what would make you smile, Laurie really wouldn't mind doing what she doesn't find so fun if it meant you'd have a good time and good memories with her: after all, she could talk to you. How can this not be good? 

 • She's the kind of person who would literally have a planner with everything written down. What clothes would she wear, what would you eat, where would you go. Are you the type of person who would love to revamp your wardrobe? She would know which stores have the nicest and cheapest clothes. Is skating more your thing? Laurie would know exactly what the best lanes in town are. Is a movie your choice? She will choose the perfect type of movie.

• Now thinking about what she would love to do: go to a bookstore. You would choose your favorite book in life, she would do the same, and then you both would switch. Each would read, jotting down in the margins, pasting post-its, and then swapping so the other could know their reactions. That would be perfect for Laurie 

 • Laurie is romantic by being responsible: the kind of person who asks if you've eaten, who asks to call when you get home, who goes out of her way to make sure you're safe. If the date involved any physical activity, I'm sure she'd bring ice water and some candy. Laurie cares about others and likes to show it. Sometimes she can be a little too serious, but she knows that this has saved her from a lot of problems. 

 • You still haven't received your salary and can't go out? That's not a problem: her house will always be available to you. Whether studying together, watching a movie, venturing out trying to cook something different or just reading in silence: being with you is what matters.

• But if Laurie is still trying to win you over, know that she's going to be spot on. Step one: compliment your outfit. Second step: pay attention to what you say. Third step: be funny, but not so much. Step Four: Show interest in what you want to do. And fifth step: whenever she go through a mirror, she make sure her hair is done. A woman needs to take care of herself

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[iolaussharpe-24]

Am I just a delusional shipper or does this feel like it should have been a thing?

Spoilers for Gargoyles (1972) ahead.

"Go on, your voice pleases me."

"'The sin was not my own, but forced upon me by the incubus; who overnight did slip into my bedchamber and taunt and seduce me with demon's promises until I was as if on fire. He was of uncommon height and finely built. A devil's face of frightful beauty that did put me in a spell. I had no will of my own, but did let the incubus do his will until I was driven mad.'"

Those are actual lines out of the movie. I didn't paraphrase. At all. I played the scene where she was reading out of the book, and typed every word she said. This is a movie about demons who "sometimes take human women" who are trying to conquer the world. Also, in this movie, the gargoyles with wings are the breeders. This one says as much. He was basically the leader. His reaction to being told that he's lost is literally, "Not as long as there are two winged breeders."

Also, the way the gargoyle acts when he first sees Diana just SCREAMS "shipping fuel". If this were written in the modern day, they would have done it. You can't convince me otherwise. You know why I say that?

BECAUSE THE 90s DID IT!!!

I don't care that these two stories have nothing to do with one another. This is a really good comparison. And, even if it wasn't, I have plenty of fuel for this fire. (I don't even need my usual go-to of vampire movies to prove this point.)

Diana and The Gargoyle fit into two categories that I love and frequently ship. Hero/Villain (though I guess this is more damsel/villain) and Human/Monster. I'm going to give examples from both categories that I will die shipping. (They overlap quite a bit, actually.)

Jareth the Goblin King x Sarah Williams

Katara x Prince Zuko

Rey x Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Vlad Dracula x Mina Murray/Mina Harker

Erik x Christine Daaé

Batman/Bruce Wayne x Catwoman/Selina Kyle

Elisa Esposito x The Amphibian Man

Catherine Chandler x Vincent

So, with all that context in mind,

DOES THIS REALLY LOOK LIKE THAT MUCH OF A STRETCH?!?!

[askthelovenest]

The Context:

In my AU/Rewrite, Mavis and Johnny get married four or so years after they've dated and traveled the globe. Mavis decides to invite her second cousin, Vladimir. Let's just say, the two are still pretty bitter with each other hundreds of years later.

[hrefna-the-raven]

Main masterlist

Detroit Become Human

Link to DBH masterlist

The Quarry

Link to The Quarry masterlist

Guardians of the Galaxy

Peter Quill aka Star Lord x female reader

Star Born (series)

Chapter 1 - Knowhere

Chapter 2 - Star Born

Star Trek: Resurgence

Link to ST:R masterlist

Loki

Link to LoKi Masterlist

Sons of the Forest

Link to SotF masterlist

Baldur's Gate 3

BG3 masterlist

Dragon's Dogma 2

DD2 masterlist

Fallout

Fallout masterlist

Misc.

Misc. masterlist

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[mithology-marveloholick]

I'm still thinking about Dracula dating a human

I wonder if Dracula has a lower body temperature and after dating their human, he gets worried that if they ever stay at his castle they'll get cold. So Dracula would prepare a loads of blankets and pillows just so their lover would be warm

Dracula being an actually doting partner, the typical grumpy x sunshine dynamic.

Dracula after a while getting worried over their partner because they keep staying up late at night to spend time with him, and he knows humans need the sun and live normally in the sun. But his partner reassures them that is fine because they're a night owl and naturally go to bed late