#pie in a time of zombie apocalypse

[jomiddlemarch]

My thanksgiving is perpetual 

For the first time in Grace’s memory, watching Joel unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans was not erotic. 

At all.

“Oh, that’s better,” he sighed and closed his eyes, which also was usually erotic as hell. She had no impulse to jump his bones, to drag his jeans down, to get on her knees and rest her hands on his bare thighs…

“I will not be insulted if you fall asleep,” she said, settling herself down at the other end of the sofa, a squashy pillow at the small of her back. He reached over and grabbed her feet in their wool socks and set them on his lap. “Though don’t blame it on tryptophan. That was debunked a long time ago. Before.”

“I thought we were going to play cards or charades or something,” Ellie said. She displayed no signs of lethargy and in fact, seemed like she might literally bounce off the walls. The fire was already burning merrily and there was plenty of wood split, otherwise Grace might have suggested Ellie go work off some energy restocking the woodpile, despite the sleet beginning to tap against the windows. There wasn’t even sugar to blame, since they’d decided to follow tradition and serve all the pies (Why were there seven? Why were three some variation of sweet potato? What if the mincemeat one was good?) at their regular dinner time.

“Gimme me an hour,” Joel said. Grace snorted. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around her left ankle was splayed across his belly, breaching the divide between the sides of his plaid flannel shirt. She didn’t doubt he could leap into action if there were cause, like a full-on invasion of clickers, but nothing less would get him off the sofa.

“I didn’t think this would happen,” he remarked. “I thought, after the world ended, at least there’d be no more fucking turkey to choke down—”

“You ate a drumstick and like half the breast, Joel. You ate that pope’s nose thing and that was disgusting and not even on a dare. Didn’t seem like you had any trouble, ‘choking it down,’” Ellie said, really emphasizing the air-quotes. She’d rather play charades, Grace could tell, and she’d probably be on the winning team, not only because she was the most alert. If the school decided to move ahead with their Shakespeare production, it would be a crime if Ellie wasn’t cast.

“That’s because Ted can actually roast a turkey properly,” Grace said. He’d arrived soon after dawn, fully kitted out with his white apron underneath his heavy coat, a chef’s toque in place, Beard beside him looking like Death, if Death carried two large string bags filled with root vegetables, a dishtowel over his shoulder in lieu of a scarf. “I don’t know what Ted did and before you start to explain, I don’t think I want to. I want there to still be miracles in the world.”

“And the miracle is turkey?” Ellie said. “No offense, but I preferred the venison pie.”

“Yeah, the miracle’s the turkey. And being here, people in the kitchen fussing over basting it, someone setting the table, lighting candles. Sitting together and finding something to say when you’re asked what you’re grateful for. Meaning it. Eating yourself into a food coma,” Grace said. “Fighting over the wishbone—”

“That wasn’t a fair fight,” Ellie said.

“It never is. Not supposed to be,” Joel said. His cheeks were flushed even though he’d taken off his sweater before they sat down for the meal and his five o’clock shadow was making an early appearance, one Grace had no problem with. “Wasn’t ever like this in a QZ. FEDRA couldn’t risk it—”

“Risk what?” Ellie said.

“People rememberin’,” Ted said from the doorway of the kitchen, toque off, hands shoved in his pockets. “Who was gone, how much everybody lost. People liable to just lay down and die or start a fight to feel somethin’ else.”

“Also, they didn’t have an adequate supply of turkeys,” Beard said. “Trying to breed wild turkeys in captivity’s a bitch.”

“As usual, Coach Beard speaks the truth, Baby Ruth,” Ted said. “This is probably as close to Before as anyone’s likely to get. Except Joel must’ve forgotten—‘’

“Forgotten what?” Ellie asked. She either knew Ted well enough not to ask about the Baby Ruth remark or it was one he’d made before, she’d asked, and she was now entirely familiar with the history of the candy bar and specifically, Ted’s childhood encounters with it.

“To wear elastic waist pants to Turkey Day if you can swing it,” Ted said. “So you’ve got plenty of room. For pie and leftovers.”

“Did people actually have special pants just for this?” Ellie said. The adults all smiled at her earnest tone and expression, one the children often used, as if Before had been a thousand years ago, subject of archaeology and speculation, a culture so far distant they might as well need a new Rosetta Stone to decipher its intricacies.

“Nah,” Joel said. 

“Lots of people would wear sweats,” Grace said. “Or change into them. Scrubs were good for Thanksgiving too—I don’t think there were any doctors I knew who didn’t have a spare pair for kicking around in at home.”

“So, it wasn’t fancier Before,” Ellie said. 

“Thanksgiving wasn’t a fancy holiday,” Joel said. “New Year’s, Christmas, folks had big parties for those, but Thanksgiving was just more about family. Making enough food for the whole block. Football.”

“Turkey trots,” Beard called out.

“Thanksgiving-themed races, usually for charity and to work-off all the carbs or justify them,” Grace said, before Ellie could ask whether he meant turkeys suffered from loose bowels and if that was why turducken had been invented. Beard had been sure to explain turducken at a recent soccer practice. Grace yawned and saw Joel’s eyes were drowsy. Trying to convince Ellie to take a nap seemed to be a miracle beyond all hope.

“It’s clearing up,” Ted announced. From what Grace could see, Ted’s was a generous interpretation of the current level of precipitation, but she wasn’t about to quibble as he seemed to have some ulterior motive. “Let’s you and me and Coach go for a walk, Ellie. We can fetch Tommy and Maria and whoever all’s at their place and bring ‘em back for dessert and charades.”

Beard gave Grace the slowest wink that could still merit the name (as opposed to evidence of a stroke induced by the roughly nine hundred pounds of butter Ted had used on the bird) and heaved himself up from the chair he was in. Within a matter of minutes, all three had bundled up and headed out. Their departure made the house seem all the cozier, the brief glimpse of the rapidly approaching dusk dissipated by the firelight’s gold and amber painted on the walls, the floorboards, the planes of Joel’s face. His hand tightened around her ankle, then stroked up the curve of her calf.

“I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t think I’m up for much of anything,” Grace said. “I definitely overindulged in those mashed potatoes. And the stuffing and that squash gratin thing. The gravy, good Lord, that was like Michelin-star level

“Well, I want you to be on my team when we play charades. And later, I’d like to split a piece of Ted’s apple bourbon pie,” he said.

“Split a piece?”

“I’d like to get hungry again, darlin’. Once everyone goes home,” he said. “I’d like to be grateful, together.”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Zombie Apocalypse: Yandere Jujutsu Kaisen (2)

Part 1

In an alarming blur of white and black, Gojo introduces himself by jumping in front of you from above

“Hi there (Y/n)! It’s a pleasure to meet you! Chu! You’re as gorgeous as your blood tests suggest.”

“Oh, my Plasma. Please stop embarrassing yourself.”

“Yeah, even I thought that sounded freaky.”

“Well (Y/n) something you’ll find about me is that I’m a freaky guy~”

“Please stop.”

Meeting the eccentric head of the fortress puts you in a spin

Dragging you to dinner and then to some of the activities the fortress has

With a blindfold that occasionally lifts to show striking blue eyes 

You nearly forget to ask the question that introduced him in the first place

“Hey Gojo?”

“Yes, Cutie-pie?”

“Uh…can I get clearance to see the other survivors.”

He gets real quiet 

his smile fades a little but not enough to mean anything

“Why Star-face? I thought you liked all of us over here?”

“I do. I just want to see my group. It’s only been a day but–”

He puts a finger on your mouth not exactly in a shushing motion

But he ushers you away from Yuuji and Megumi who were fighting over a painting

Taking you farther away from all the other members of the fortress he leads you up some stairs

Finally reaching the roof of one of the buildings you can see the other half 

A less developed place

The homes are close, filled with people, and it’s a lot less lit than the areas you’ve been

“That’s where the other survivors go…you want to go down there?”

You hesitate but not for long

“Yeah if my group is there I think we should be together.”

He sighs running a hand through his white hair before taking off his blindfold

Now you can see the way his light eyes dart over the people below 

He laughs 

“That man…with the purple vest pushed a pregnant woman into the horde when they were cornered.”

He doesn’t look at your horrified expression 

Only pointing out a few others who’ve committed something awful

“Why do you let them stay here then? If they did these horrible things?”

“Because they came with those who need us. But too many of them practically kill themselves if they get too far away. It’s like the way parasites shape the brains of their hosts.”

You didn’t like the implication

“Gojo…why do I have the yellow wristband? And why was I separated from my group?”

He pulled you into his chest rubbing his fingers into your side

“Bug, think of it as us intervening before the Parasite gets their final claws in you. Your special and perfect for saving.”

“Wait but my group isn’t–”

“Hush, love. I’m sure you're tired. Today has been a long day for you.”

He ignores any protests from you and only gushes about what you’ll do tomorrow

You stop trying because you are tired 

Letting him lead you back to your room in the tower above the fortress

“Have a fun time, you two?”

“We had a great time!”

He kisses the black-haired scientist before helping himself into your room

He goes through your closets, the bathroom, and your bag still ranting about nonsense you don’t understand

Suguru gives a comforting pat on the back

he gives you a clean version of your pajamas before bidding you goodnight

“C’mon Satoru you’ll get to bother (Y/n) tomorrow.”

“That’s right and I don’t even have work tomorrow so I’ll be with you allll day!”

“Alright, out mister. Goodnight (Y/n) we’ll tell the kids you said so too.”

“Uh, goodnight.”

When the door finally closes you’re able to think about what he said

And then you fall asleep 

Maybe he’s got a point

“So how’d it go?”

“They were asking about the wristband.”

“The whole time?”

“Only at the end, made up somethin’ about parasites.”

“Oh, their friends? I hope you didn’t suggest they were in that town.”

“Eh-I dunno! Can’t you make up something about them being immune?”

“Maybe but it’s going to be hard convincing them.”

“Who cares? We got ‘em now, right? I’d say we try whatever we want.”

“You’re right we do got ‘em.”

They’ll just have to accept whatever we say

[spookygingerr]

Weekly Tag Wednesdayyy!

Thank you @piefrans ur sooo amazing for sending me this blank bc of my copy and pasting difficulties. ur also just the bestest ever. what a slay of a human being.

also thanks for the tags Evie @energievie, Kaka @stocious, Jess @jrooc and Pie @piefrans

Name: alice

Age: nosho - 11 months + 34 days

Location: wouldn’t u like to know

And now...

What is your DJ name? i would be the worst dj. i’d just make u listen to my music all the time.

If you were a genre of music, what would it be? i was written by taylor swift

What would you title your biography? professional yapper

What are the first three things you'd do if you were invisible? dance like nobody’s watching, dance more, and a little bit more

What subject do you wish was taught in every school? either critical thinking or philosophy. i just think everyone should have the opportunity to learn how to think for themselves.

also. i wish they actually taught us where things are in geography.

When was the last time you tried something for the first time and what was it? i recently started weight training at the gym, about 3 months ago

What is the most underrated city you have ever visited? i’m really not a city person, i do love Whitby but it’s a town. still people don’t talk about Whitby enough so that’s my final answer. it’s my fave place in the UK

What day in your life would you like to relive? i don’t have a specific day in mind but i’d love to relive a childhood christmas with all my family when it was all still magical. i’m not a christmas fan now, for reasons, so i’d love to go back to when it was fun.

If you could eliminate one thing from your daily routine, what would it be and why?

i wish i could just click my fingers and be washed and dressed with makeup and hair done like sabrina the teenage witch.

How long would you last in a zombie apocalypse?

an hour

What would be the most surprising scientific discovery imaginable?

science isn’t really my strong suit

If you could have any view out your office window, what would you choose?

under the sea. i love sea creatures.

this one was really different and fun!! thanks @energievie !!!

im tagging…

@transmickey @creepkinginc @transmurderbug @transsexual-dandelions @em-harlsnow @heymacy @mybrainismelted @jademickian @astaraels @roryonic @doshiart @deathclassic @mickeym4ndy @sgtmickeyslaughter @callivich @ian-galagher @crossmydna @lee-ow @burninface @sleepyheadgallavich @mickittotheman @thepupperino @vintagelacerosette @spacerockwriting @sam-loves-seb @pookiebearmick @chicanomick @blue-disco-lights @especially-fuk-u

[rmoonstoner]

Kinktober 2023

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Theme:

4 - Incubus Sex (Monster fucker)

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Warnings:

18+, darkish setting (surviving zombie apocalypse), angst, fluff, smut, vampires (oppressive dominate species and blood drinking is mentioned a lot), a monster with a hero complex (Stephen coming to save you), monster fucker smut, sex with monster style Stephen, oral (sucking tentacles), tentacle sex, p in v sex, cream pie, oral, size kink, vibrating tentacles, anal play, double penetration, come shower

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Pairing:

Doctor Stephen Strange x Fem!Mystic!Reader 

(Past relationship mentioned)

Watcher/Eldritch Being Doctor Stephen Strange Supreme x Fem!Mystic!Reader

(Current relationship)

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Please note:

Writing this made me both cry and very horny. I love writing about evil monster men that get redemption and now act like soft and gentle golden retrievers.

I did not have a proofreader.

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Summary:

Your husband died a long time ago, during the outbreak. There was never a cure found, but a vaccine was made with Doctor Morbius's blood. Unfortunately, instead of a world of humans being eaten by zombies, it's now a world of humans being eaten by vampires. You're one of the few uninfected left, and a terrible fate is heading your way.

Until a familiar looking man comes to make a bargain with you, offering you salvation, but at the cost of leaving your universe forever.

***

Surviving this horrible hellscape was tough, but you managed to do it just fine, all by yourself, without your husband's help. Zombies had rolled through, covering half of the earth in just under a month. The great Doctor Morbius had discovered a vaccine to stop the spread of the virus, but that still meant people would be turning into monsters. Instead of zombies, they'd be vampires. Still, it was better than turning into a mindless decomposing corpse, so what did your people have to lose?

It had been years since that incident, and you had been lucky enough to avoid being bitten by a zombie, and contracting the virus. You were also lucky enough that you didn't turn into a vampire when you got the vaccine, but it did seem to stop allowing you to age. Apparently your blood was unique, and you wouldn't have been able to turn into a zombie either, if bitten.

You made a lot of money by selling your blood weekly at the local blood bank, and soon the vampiric citizens of New York were paying you top dollar for your blood. You were also an avid pot smoker, and that contributed to the price that your blood was worth.

But still, you missed your husband dearly, wishing he never died during the pandemic. You dreamt of him almost every night and when you didn't, you dreamt of your own death in so many horrifying and gruesome ways.

You grew tired as the weeks passed into months, and then into years. The people buying your blood started asking you to come in twice a week, to deal with the high demand, then three. You knew if you didn't, you'd be hunted down and forced to do it against your will. It was bad enough that the vampires kept harassing you to breed with other uninfected humans, just so they could have more livestock.

You sat at home, watching television and seeing a commercial about the company that marketed your blood. They advertised it like it was various soft drink brands, with yours being a luxury item like fine alcohol once was. You scowled and leaned back against your bed. You felt so fucking tired recently. You just wanted to hide away and not be bothered by anyone anymore.

You wanted your husband back so fucking badly.

You didn't want to be used as food any more, and since you stopped ageing, that was just going to be your life now.

Forever.

Eventually, you knew they'd stop being so nice in asking you to pick a partner and reproduce. You almost would have rather died when the zombies showed up. You sighed and laid down, closing your eyes and trying to think of a plan to get away.

***

A man dressed in an expensive suit greeted you with a wide smile and twinkling blue eyes. His hair was combed and gold back, just the way you liked it, and his goatee was freshly trimmed, allowing you to see his full and luscious lips.

It was your husband.

"Hello again, my dear. I am pleased you've come for another visit." He said smoothly as he produced a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He made them float all around you, with them morphing into glowing butterflies and bubbles.

"Hello, Stephen… I… I can't remember why I came here." You said softly, almost remembering that you were dreaming, when he chuckled. Stephen spread his arms out and engulfed you in an embrace. He felt warm and safe  The next moment, he was dancing with you in a large empty ballroom. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered sweetly.

"Does it really matter? We both know what's going to happen."

He spun you around and the scenery changed to a backdrop of stars. The floor was gone, leaving you both alone in the vastness of space as you kept dancing with him. It didn't feel scary, far from it. Your heart was pounding, stomach full of butterflies as he gazed into your eyes.

Gods, you missed this.

You missed him.

"No, I guess it does not." You murmured back. He drew you close and stuck his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply as his hands smoothed up your sides.

"It does not. What matters, is that you're here, safe, with me." He husked and nipped your ear lobe. You moaned as he kissed down your neck to your shoulder.

"Yes. I'm safe. With you." You softly replied as his kisses became needy and his hands got more adventurous. You felt him grab at your ass and push you up close to him so you could feel his desire for you. You whined at the hardness of his body while you grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.

He groaned, his free hand gliding up your back and into your hair. Stephen gripped your locks and pulled your head back as he placed open mouthed kisses and licks to your skin. Stephen hummed and dragged his teeth along your most sensitive areas, effectively turning your legs to jelly and making it hard to stand. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing your face into his shoulder and groaned as he started to suck on your skin. 

You could hear a deep rumbling noise coming from him, a gentle sounding growl as his hand moved from your ass and he pushed you backwards. You landed on something soft as kept his mouth on you, moving down your chest.

"This dress needs to go." He rumbled, and in an instant your dress was gone. He took his time with you, sucking purple marks into your skin at every sensitive spot you had along the way. You gripped his hair, whimpering and squirming for him as he gave each breast a good squeeze and a tantalizing lick to both nipples.

He moved down, bringing a hand to your wet pussy and slid a finger along your seam. You keened for him and lifted your hips, trying to encourage him to put it inside.

"Stephen… More, please?"

"I'll give you more, baby, but first, I need you to wake up and answer the door." He murmured softly and kissed your head.

"What? Why?"

"Because the real thing is so much better, don't you think? Now, wake up!"

***

You heard knocking at your door, and you huffed and rolled out of bed. It was still early, around 3:00am. Who the fuck would be bugging you at this hour? You really hoped it wasn't the security guard, coming to ask you if you had any spare bags of blood in your freezer again. You sighed and got up, going to answer the door, and finding no one there.

"What the fuck? Stop with your stupid games, and just come in already." You snapped and waited a moment as air rushed past you and towards the curtains in the living room. You closed and locked the door. After, you turned towards your freezer and grabbed a pack of blood.

"For fuck's sake, Carl. You don't have to do the super speed ghostly bullshit. I used to be married to the spookiest man alive, so cut the crap. If you wanted a bag of blood, you could have just asked-" You stopped talking when you turned around to see a tall dark figure looking out your window.

That did not look like Carl at all.

Carl was a short, round man with the best sense of humor. He looked and acted exactly like Danny Devito. It was really a shame he was a vampire.

But this guy…

This guy was not Carl.

This guy was over six foot tall, and was quite slender. Most of him was covered by a long black cloak with a very pointy collar. It threw you off, because it reminded you of your long dead love.

"Thank you for inviting me in." His voice was raspy, and you placed the bag of blood onto your counter as you processed the sound of his voice. He sounded strikingly familiar, but people had been known to fuck around and tease you for your past.

Fucking vampires. 

"Look, buddy. I don't know who you think you are, but this is private property. I don't take kindly to pranks." You said firmly as you grabbed a knife and held it calmly. The man turned to look at you, his yellow eyes twinkling as he chuckled softly.

"Knives aren't going to hurt me. Not ones made of Earthen Steel, anyways." He said as he took a slow step towards you. You found the knife was no longer in your hand, and now back in the block again. In its place was your favorite flower.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your body trembling in fear. You hadn't seen actual magic in a long time, and it frightened you.

"I'm here to remove you from this world." He continued with a sly smile. His voice was sounding more and more like Stephen's, and the simple magic trick was hitting you hard in the chest, like a knife.

"Okay, that's a fucking threat, isn't it?" Your voice cracked as if you tried not to cry.

"No, it's not. I'm not here to kill you, darling. I'm here to liberate you. No harm shall come to you, if you come with me. I want to keep you safe." He calmly replied as he lifted his hand in the air, showing off the strappy leather and cloth of his bracers, and flicked his wrist. The bag of blood in front of you floated up into the air, and to the open freezer, then the door shut with a gentle thud. For some reason, the tone in his voice was calming you down fairly quickly.  

"What? What does that even mean?" You asked.

"Silly girl. I feel great sadness within you. You miss your husband dearly, and wish he didn't die. You also wish to join him, but know he'd never want you to end your life to be with him. You wish to leave this world behind, but you don't want to die, correct?" His baritone voice was silky smooth, and you could feel your body react to it. Your skin was heating up at the way he was looking at you, hunger clearly evident in his amber eyes. It was still too dark to see his face very well.

"How… How did you know that?" Your voice cracked again, and he stepped into the light of the kitchen. You gasped when you recognized his face, your chest tightening as you tried to stay calm.

It was your husband, but that was impossible. He died a long time ago, and you missed him so much.

"I've been watching you, my dear. I've seen what you've been through, and managed to do here. While at first, I thought it was a noble sacrifice. You, willing to make such a commitment for your people to keep them alive, but your people quickly took you for granted and started asking too much of you. They have forgotten who you belong to."

"I don't belong to anyone, except Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange, and he is dead." You remarked as a tear rolled down your face.

"Oh, I know. I've seen your entire life. The past, present, and all the future possibilities. I was very shocked to find you were linked to my variant. How very fitting, though, that one of me should hoarde such a beautiful and powerful magical energy source." He said and he leaned against the counter, flashing that signature trademark smirk your husband always wore.

"But you're not my husband, are you?" You asked, but he chuckled and changed the subject.

"That big pharmaceutical company that sells your blood… I am concerned for your well being. They want to breed you against your will, and feed off of your children the moment they come out of you. I find that disgusting." The pale man leaned lazily around your apartment and frowned. He turned back to you and pressed his hands against the counter. He didn't have any scars on his hands like your husband did. He quickly conjured up some documents and slid them towards you, and you looked down at them.

They were papers that showed the blood bank was going to acquire you as an object, with you losing your independence and autonomy. You would lose the right to choose what you did with your life. Even the plans for the next fifty years were clearly laid out a schedule for you to remain constantly pregnant with various sperm donors. You grimaced and shoved the papers off the counter in disgust.

"That's no life for a beautiful immortal such as yourself. I can offer you so much more. Something better, something brighter. A chance to do more with your life, instead of being a glorified cow. I won't ask for much in return, except to feed from you once a month, and for you to assist me while I watch over the Multiverse." The doctor explained as he conjured up a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

"That sounds too good to be true. I have a hard time trusting vampires. Let alone ones that look exactly like my dead husband."

"I'm not the same kind of vampire, my dear." He laughed as he shrugged off his cloak and it wandered off to look out the window. It was different than the one you were used to seeing on him, which now belonged to Spider-Man.

"But you're… I watched you die, Stephen. Before they came out with the vampire vaccine." You pointed out. Again he snickered and poured some wine in both glasses.

"I am a variant of your dead doctor. I am an Eldritch being, not a vampire. I've absorbed so much magic, that my body has changed. I'm more like… A demonic God now, but I'm not evil." The doctor handed you a glass and he sat down on one of the barstools you had.

"How's that anything like a vampire?" You asked

"Do you know what an incubus is?"

"Yes… Wait… Oh my God."

"Ah, there we go. It's finally sinking in, isn't it?"

"So, you feed off of sex?"

"Yes, but also no. I need to eat, and I don't eat food much these days. What I do enjoy consuming, is raw energy or magic, which you are just dripping with, my dear. I can smell you all the way across the Multiverse."

"So… Does that mean… I have to…"

"Nothing. You just let me drain some of your magic, and I don't even have to touch you."

"Forgive me, Doctor, but I'm really confused."

"What's there to be confused about? You let me feed off your magic, and I take you away from this universe where they want much worse out of you. If not, you can stay here. It is your choice."

"But you mentioned you are like an incubus?"

"Oh, yes. That. If you allowed me to make love to you, I'd be sharing my powers with you, without the adverse effects that I suffer. But, I'm not going to ask that of you, since that might be cruel, given your-"

"Okay. Fine. Deal. Take me away. I don't want to be here any more. This place sucks, and you're hot." Uou said, and he looked very surprised.

"What?"

"You heard me, old man. Take me away, and you can incu my pussy as much as you want. I don't care that you're not my Stephen."

The doctor's face melted into a wicked smile and he raised his glass in a toast. You grabbed the other glass and tinked it against his, then had a sip of the wine. The liquid didn't taste at all like wine, so you coughed as you set the glass down.

"What was that? That wasn't red wine!"

You were panicking, because it tasted exactly like antifreeze with blood in it.

"No. It wasn't. It is my blood." He said calmly, his smirk growing wider. Your eyes went wide, and you made a disgusted face.

"Ugh, why? I'm not a fucking vampire. Blood doesn't taste good to me. Why does it taste like antifreeze?"

"Haha. My dear, I'm an abomination of nature and magic that exists outside of time and space. I shouldn't exist at all, yet I do. I exist, and I watch over all universes. In all of my years of witnessing millions of realities grow and perish, I have never once seen someone that should be up with me in the Watcher's area. Not even any of my variants. You don't belong down here, and you don't belong in any other universe."

"Okay, but that's not explaining exactly why you just tried to pass your blood off as wine."

"I need you to have some of my essence in you, otherwise the process will be painful. If you won't drink the blood, we have other ways to make the transfer."

"You've done this before?"

"Yes, but also, no." He said in that annoyingly self assured tone of his. Apparently this Stephen was much the same as yours once was.

"I'm starting to hate that phrase." You muttered and he chuckled as he stood up and conjured up a viewing orb, showing a woman with red hair.

The orb cycled through hundreds of ways that she died, with over half of them being accompanied by a younger looking and cleanly shaven version of Strange. You covered your mouth at the horrible ways she perished, and you felt tears forming when you saw his sorrowful reaction each time.

You knew the woman in question. Your Stephen had once been engaged to the one in this world, but they broke up swiftly after his accident. You had replaced her as the love of his life, until the day he died from being bitten by Christine. This variant of Stephen could sense your sorrow, and he placed a hand to your shoulder.

"I tried to save her, many times. I wasn't as wise back then, as I am now."

"Then you did end up saving her?"

"No. I destroyed my world for her, and when I did save her, she rejected the horrible creature I had become. I frightened her so much, she died again, and the look on her face told me I needed to stop. So, I did. I stopped. I became a Watcher, and I learned many new skills. I got over her, moved on, then I finally figured out how I can stop a Nexus event quite easily, without tearing a reality apart and corrupting it." He explained as he showed you on the orb what he really looked like. You crouched down and looked at his demonic form, sighing as you felt your heart ache for him.

"You're the only person I've ever done this to. I am hoping this time, you'll be better prepared, and there will be less complications down the line."

"This time?"

"Yes. Fear not, for I won't make the same mistakes I did last time. I've figured out that it's just easier to remove a person from a universe altogether, before their Nexus event can occur to kill them, instead of trying to stop the event by any other means. Then, I just simply don't return them to that universe. They will exist outside of their time and space."

"... You've done this before, and I died? But I'm… I am supposed to be immortal."

"You weren't the first go around. I figured changing your fate, and having Doctor Morbius be able to get his vaccine out would work much better. You see, I am able to twist time in any universe. I can look into the future, but when I do, I actually live through it, before deciding to go back. It's a standard feature on most Doctor Stranges."

"So is being frustratingly cryptic. How did I die?"

"The first time? My dear… I've seen thousands of possible futures for you."

"Ugh, tell me the first time that you actually had to interfere."

"Oh, well, I'd rather not. It was really quite gruesome. That's why I showed you the paperwork. That's exactly what happened to you. In fact, they are due in just a few hours to come and collect you. I turned the clock back, and now I am here to take you away. This world doesn't have anyone capable of coming to find you once I remove you from it."

You sat there quietly and fidgeted with your hands as you glanced at the door and then back at him. You thought back to the many dreams you kept having, and how they all involved your death, or this man. Most recently, they had become very dark and debauched fantasies of him fucking you in various ways, and less about you dying. When given the choice of being stuck here as a glorified farm animal, or going with another variant of your dearly departed husband to see the wonders of the Multiverse, you definitely were choosing the doctor.

Besides, even after seeing what he looked like in the orb compared to how his form was now… Both were very tempting. It was even more tempting he was a variant of your dead lover. You felt your face grow hotter as you thought about those very sexual dreams. Yes, that would be a much better future for you.

"Take me now. I trust you." You finally said while reaching out to grab his hand. His face softened, eye turning that soft baby blue you missed, and he gave you a warm smile, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand.

"Good. Do you need to bring anything?"

"No."

***

The place he brought you to was very Strange, pun intended. It was a building in the middle of what looked to be a cluster of bright twinkling lights in outer space.

"That looks like home, the Sanctum Sanctorum…" You said softly, and Stephen placed a hand to your lower back 

"It is. I've replicated it perfectly to be my home, with much needed improvements." He whispered into your ear as his hand moved just slightly lower.

"It's way more beautiful than the one I've seen "

"Ah, yes, well… Better materials do go a long way. I've used a lot of rare metals and wood from across the Multiverse. Let me show you the inside."

***

He showed off the entire place, and as the tour progressed, you started to feel off. It wasn't in a bad way, but you found that you felt hot.

Down there.

He was just as much of a talker as your husband was, full of both useful and useless facts. You noticed the artifacts he had were very much different then the ones your Stephen had in his Sanctum, and he enjoyed telling you about any item you pointed at. He was nice about it, much nicer than your husband was. This one kept checking to see if you knew what things were, before offering the information up. He finally brought you to a large room that looked like an old English pub inside, and he sat you down at the bar, with him going behind it.

"I'm sure you'd like some real alcohol, now. I can assure you I have the finest you'll ever find anywhere." He declared happily while grabbing a fancy bottle of Kree Whiskey in one hand, and very elegant looking Asgardian Wine in the other.

"Sure. I want a slushed Bellini with raspberries in it."

He stared at you for a long moment, then slowly put both bottles down.

"You want prosecco?"

"Uh, well, no. I mostly just want a fancy, tangy peach and raspberry slushie, with booze in it."

"Ah, so may I put a different kind of alcohol in it?"

"Sure, why not? Give me something strong." You said firmly, and he went about making you a drink the old fashioned way, without magic.

"So, tell me more about this deal." You asked. He handed you the drink and you took it, smelling it and taking a sip. It tasted exactly how Stephen used to make them and you felt a pang of guilt as you sat here with some copy of your spouse.

"I need an assistant. Not a secretary type, but a partner to help me with overseeing and managing the Multiverse. My friend can only do so much by himself, and he's not allowed to interfere with any of the worlds he watches, but I am, and so are any I bring up here." He casually explained while pouring himself some of the wine.

"There are others here?"

"Just you, me, and Uatu. Uatu has his own area. You'll know him when you see him. Really big bald head, hates my jokes…" Stephen chuckled. The sound was like music to your ears.

"Tell me about you being an Incubus. I remember those dreams. Was that actually you, or was it my brain processing the world around me, because I miss my husband?"

"Oh, that was me."

"Go on."

"There's not much to tell, I'm afraid. I can feed in various ways. I can drain the life force from someone and leave a husk behind. I could straight up devour the entire being, leaving nothing left, or… Or I could use the pleasures of the flesh, and not harm the person I am feeding off of." He sounded quite honest, and that's when you realized you had already been having sex with this man, but in your dreams.

Those overly vivid and realistic dreams that left your panties soaked when you woke up.

A sinful throb beat between your thighs at the thought, and you gave him a playful grin as you reached out and placed your hand on his.

"Oh… Well I don't think I want to be a husk, or eaten. You know, unless my pussy is the one being drained and eaten." You said in a sultry voice. His eyes flashed a dark amber.

"I'd rather fill you up after I eat you."

"Don't threaten me with a good time." You drank the rest of the Bellini and made a pleased sigh.

"My dear, I don't make threats anymore. I just do it."

"Then stop talking already, and show me what you can do."

Stephen grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers. Everything was replaced by a nicer looking version of your old bedroom that you used to share with Stephen in the Sanctum. You gasped as he pushed you down to the bed and kissed you passionately.

You moaned into his mouth as your tongues danced, and his hands tore your clothes away from your body, almost violently. His hands grabbed at your hips as he chuckled and banished his clothing away. Stephen was nudging himself between your legs, when you put a hand to his chest and stopped him. He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Wait…"

"Have you changed your mind?" He asked, a look of hurt flashing through his eyes.

"No… But I want to see you for what you really are when we do this." You said and his face fell into surprise.

"I don't think you'd like that very much." He finally said, his mouth turning into a doubtful frown.

"I saw you in the orb. You don't scare me."

"I only showed you the tamest part of my true form." He muttered bitterly. You reached up and grabbed his face, bringing him down so you were nose to nose.

"I loved my husband with all of my heart. I was devastated when he died. I know you are not him, but I still feel that same connection of love in your presence, like he never left me…" You begged him as you kissed his lips gently.

"But-"

"Please, Stephen?" Again you begged, kissing his cheek and along his neck. He groaned and reared back to look at you.

"Alright. I will show you. I'll understand if you wish to leave. I can put you somewhere nice that I know you'll like and-"

"Stephen. Shut the fuck up and show me what you look like."

He huffed and nodded while his skin darkened slowly. Bit by bit, it became a deep ashy purple, with a sheen of glittery red on it. His eyes went back to being that slitted, dark sunset orange, and he started to grow several multicolored eyes on his forehead and the side of his face. Large horns protruded from his head, and his cloak melted into his back, becoming large leathery wings.

But the most striking thing about him, were all the fucking tentacles.

"You hate it, don't you?" He asked, his voice laced with shame.

"You're beautiful." You breathed back and smiled brightly at him.

"What? No, that's not… I'm not-"

"Yes, you are. That's amazing… Are they… Dangerous?" You asked as you sat up and reached out to grab one of his tentacles. The one you tried to touch, recoiled away from you.

"Sometimes, if I need them to be."

"May I… May I touch it? Please?"

"If that is what you want." He sounded very unsure as the appendage unfurled and rested on your palm. You stared at it and reached up to touch it with your other hand.

It was soft, and not at all slimey, like you thought it would be. Your fingers gently ran over the length of what you could reach. The skin there felt a bit rough, but the underside with the suckers was soft, and very much felt like…

"Oh… Careful now. If you keep that up, I won't be able to stop myself."

You felt your face heat right up at the statement. You looked at his main two eyes as you stroked around each sucker, watching him twitch and grunt. You grinned at him, and decided to see what he would do if you licked it. The impulse was too much to hold on to, and you leaned forward, eyes still locked with his, and gave the girthy appendage a long lick. Stephen groaned, all of his eyes closing halfway as he watched you suck the tip into your mouth.

"Fuck…"

You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling every little circle, dip, curve, and edge. He groaned and leaned forward, caging you in with both hands as he rested his forehead against yours.

"I've never… No one has touched me like this before…" He growled, his voice beginning to warp and sound more like the deep echoing of Eldritch voices you used to hear when your husband cast spells. Your heart fluttered, and your pussy throbbed from the nostalgia.

You took him deeper into your mouth, tongue rolling over his skin as you reached out and grabbed another tentacle. He curled that one around your wrist as you gave it a gentle squeeze, drawing forth another deep moan from him. Your hand left the one at your mouth, going to grab yet another, but this time you placed it between your legs.

He almost wanted to ask what you were doing, when you leaned back and pulled on him. He moved with you, hovering over your body as you spread your legs for him. Stephen hummed as he looked down, another deep rumbling noise emanating from him while he watched you rub him against your wet entrance.

"You're so wet…"

Stephen twitched, but he didn't dare prod you with it. The tentacles that weren't on your body were coiling in anticipation as you took the one in your mouth out with a loud slurp. You gave him a sultry look and placed the wet appendage to your breast.

"Don't be scared, Stephen. I am not as fragile as you'd think." You said, and pressed him against your breast, squeezing softly to encourage him to move it by himself. Your hand pushed the tip of his other tentacle to your clit and you rubbed it in circles. He let out multiple groans and purring noises.

"It's hard not to be, my dear. I could snap you in half with just a thought."

"You sound like my husband." You teased him in a breathy whisper, hands still trying to encourage him to touch you.

"I am your husband…" He groaned and before you could register what he had said, or the meaning behind it, he brought a few more tentacles down to touch you experimentally. You felt two of them curl around your ankles, slowly spreading them farther apart as the one on your breast squeezed and wrapped the tip around your nipple. 

"Ohhh… Stephen… Just like that." You murmured softly as one of the suckers melded over your nipple, perfectly covering it, before it started to pulse. Another one curled around your other breast, giving it the same attention and working them in a good rhythm. You whined and pushed your hips up while rubbing him against your clit. More tentacles crept out, one wrapping around your other wrist, snaking its way up your arm and cupping your chin. Stephen leaned down, almost close enough to kiss.

"You're so soft… And warm…" Stephen hummed as he coiled more and more of his tentacles up and around your limbs and torso. He brought a large hand to your back, pulling you closer as he looked into your eyes.

He saw how they shined for him, even half lidded as he slowly pushed into your pussy. Your breathing quickened as he pushed deeper and deeper, slowly pushing the thicker parts in,  while the tip slipped back out to curl over your clit. You keened and he kissed you, groaning into your mouth as he slithered all over you.

"Stephen…" You breathed his name, causing him to grunt as a tentacle slowly snaked up your leg and cupped your ass. You felt more, pulling and tugging at your cheeks, with one going to catch the slick that dripped from your pussy, before probing your backdoor.

"Sweet girl… Fuck… How are you this wet?"

"Because of you, Stephen. Because it's you." You murmured back as you felt him move, sliding his thick muscle in more, stretching you wider as another one slipped inside to find your gspot. It felt amazing, feeling two of them writhe inside of you.

"May I… May I put one in your ass?" He growled while rubbing your tight ring of muscle.

"Please." You answered softly. Your hands came up to his face again, fingers gliding up to his horns. He let out another deep sounding growl and shut his eyes.

You felt your asshole slowly being dipped into, then with a sudden sensation of liquid being applied, he pushed in easily. Your head went back as you gasped and panted, feeling three tentacles wiggling inside of you.

"Fuck… You're something else, you know that right? Anyone else would be terrified right now…"

"Th-that's what my h-husband used to saaay- Oh fuck! W-when he used sex magic on meee..." You sassed back as you licked his cheek.

"Shit… What… What sort of things did he used to do to you?" Stephen asked, his mind already spinning a million images as to what his variant did to you.

"Sensory intensifying spells, lubricating spells, g-ghostly touches, mag-gic vibratory aids…" You started to list some things off, and when you mentioned the last one, you suddenly felt intense vibrations coming from each one of his limbs.

"Oh… Gods… Fuck… That feels so g-good!" Your breath came out rushed as he pushed in deeper with all three of them. The way he throbbed and pulsed was amazing, like a designer toy made just to make you come. You felt so full, and it was glorious.

"So pretty… So divine… How could such a beautiful angel like you, let a monster like me do this to you…? You dirty little thing… Fuck…" Stephen husked and slowly put more pressure on each of your sweet spots. You yelped and thrashed, feeling your pussy clench the closer you got to your release.

"I bet you let him double team you with himself, yeah?" He asked, his voice rough and deep as he started to thrust his tentacles in and out of you.

"Y-yes!" You whined back, feeling yourself get to the edge, but not quite able to jump off yet.

"Did you let him fuck you raw, and come inside you?" He asked, and again you whined.

So close…

"Fuck, yeah…"

"How about the multiple arms spell?" He asked as a tentacle slowly wrapped around your throat.

"Yeah… That was always a favorite of mine…" You sighed when he rubbed your cheek. That sigh quickly turned into a debauched moan as he jerked your body flush against his and started to fuck into you faster, the tentacles rubbing you just right.

"Fuck… You feel so wet… Your walls are clenching so tightly around me. I want to see you come." Stephen licked his lips as he turned the vibrations up.

You howled and felt your nerves snap, and you shook violently in his grasp as you came hard. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and he grunted in pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm. Stephen rumbled and leaned in, forehead pressed to yours as he watched you writhe and moan. The tentacles in your cunt slowed in their movements, and he slowly pulled them from your dripping hole. You stared at him as he brought them up to his mouth, his very long tongue coming out to lick your juices off of them.

"Fuck, that's hot…" You breathed as you tried to catch your breath. He glanced at you and grinned.

"Naughty girl…" Stephen hummed and slowly moved your legs, bringing your feet up high into the air as he positioned himself between them. You glanced down and gasped, eyes going wide like saucers when you saw just how big his cock was.

"Do you like what you see?" His voice was raspy as he made that purring sound. You shivered and stared at his dick. It was dark red, the bulbous head almost a royal purple as it oozed precome. He had thick veins running all over it, and it looked like he was ribbed! 

"Do you think it'll fit? I can make it smaller, more the size you're used to." Stephen asked in that teasing tone you missed so much.

How dare he think you couldn't handle that monster of a cock after he just had two thick tentacles in there!

"I can take it."

"Are you certain? I'll ruin you for anyone else."

"I don't want anyone else. I want you. Now please, Stephen, shut your big mouth and fuck me already!"

"So much confidence… That's hot…" Stephen remarked as he brought you closer, resting the large head of cock on your seam. He gently rubbed you, teasing you as he spread your lips with the tips of his tentacles. With a grunt and a gentle push, he nudged the head of his cock into you. You gasped, feeling him push inside, his girth stretching you far more than his tentacles had.

"Shit… Sssooo… So b-big…" Your voice cracked as he shoved in deeper while he carefully watched your reaction. You began to pant and squirm, fingers digging in harder into the meat of his shoulders 

"I can stop if-"

"No! Don't stop!"

You struggled to breathe as he pulled you closer, pushing his throbbing member in as deeply as he could. You whined as you felt his hips kiss yours, his cock bottoming out and pulsing. You felt his heavy balls resting flush against your ass.

"You're doing so well, my little minx. You've taken every last inch of me. Can you feel me deep inside of you? Can feel it throbbing, just for you?" He waited for a moment, allowing you to adjust and get used to his size as he cupped your face and kissed your forehead.

"Oh… Gods, y-yes… You feel so good…"

"As do you…" Stephen murmured back, then started whispering a spell into your ear. You felt pleasure tingle all over your body, nerves sparking with fire. Your eyes rolled back, back arching as he began to move his hips.

"Gods be damned… You feel absolutely heavenly…" Stephen growled as his tentacles squeezed and slithered all over your body. He sighed as he sped up, his hips slapping away at yours as he fucked you hard.

"St-stephen!" You called his name and tugged him closer to kiss him. He groaned and stuck his long tongue into your mouth, it sliding around and down your throat. You made small grunting noises as you breathed through your nose, the sensations overwhelming you, and you came.

He pinned you to the bed and pressed you down, his hips fucking up into your tight cavern over and over, sending your senses into overdrive as he pulled another orgasm from your body so quickly after the last. You would have screamed if he wasn't tongue fucking your mouth.

Your nipples suddenly surged with pleasure, and then the suckers on your clit started to send harsh vibrations to it. You gurgled and shook, feeling him draw yet another orgasm from your body. You felt his cock pulse and throb along with every tentacle he had wrapped around you. The one in your ass was purposely pushing against the thin wall between it and his cock, making your eyes roll back as you drooled excessively.

'I'm going to fill you so full…'

You heard his voice in your mind, and all you could do was take his harsh thrusts as he moved in and out of your holes.

You felt his cock throb, and a moment later, he was growling as you felt him spurt the first rope into you. You moaned, feeling more and more fill your womb directly, his come forcing its way out from the side of his cock, and dripping down your ass cheeks.

His come was so warm, and it sent tingles of pleasure through you as you felt the tentacle in your ass begin to fill you like his cock did. You felt warm and sticky, all the other limbs releasing gobs of come all over you. You felt him draw his tongue from your mouth, and he watched as you twitched and thrashed from overstimulation.

His hips slowed down, and then he finally stopped moving altogether, just resting inside of you as he rolled over with you in his arms. You laid on his chest, panting and huffing as his wings slowly wrapped around you, covering you in a warm embrace.

"Stephen..?" You gently asked as you stroked his chest.

"Yes?"

"I missed this so much…" You softly murmured. You felt him kiss the top of your head.

"And I missed you more." He replied as he stroked your shoulder and back with a few tentacles. He had one hand on your ass, the other holding your left hand, his thumb slowly stroking the wedding band that your husband had given to you. You hadn't taken it off since he died.

"Stephen..?" You asked again.

"Yeah?"

"Did you absorb my husband?" You suddenly asked. You felt him still and his hand gripped yours a bit tighter. You heard him swallow, and he took a deep breath.

"Would you be upset if I said yes?" His voice trembled as did his hands. You looked down and noticed the one you were holding had deep dark lines etched into skin.

"No." You sighed happily and nuzzled your face into his chest.

"Then yes."

"Okay. I thought so. I love you." You cooed and kissed his shoulder. He sighed back and held you a bit tighter.

"I love you, too, my dear. Thank you for waiting for me."

"Thank you for coming back to me."

***

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number one kieran duffy fan here i need to know more abt mac or i think ill die. not even with kieran just. tell me abt this silly goose

MAAAAAAAAAAAC

silly goose is the perfect descriptive because mac is just a goose. he is bill but with a sense of humor. he just also happens to be a) ready to escalate to violence at any given second b) shares the john marston curse of happening to look like a really, really intimidating guy and not knowing how to switch it off

he's serving guy who does a little too well in a zombie apocalypse. sure mac enjoyed being an outlaw, sure the one thing in life he is really good at is shooting to kill, but also he was raising his brother from such a young age he really didn't have any opportunity to be anything else.

when he gets out of prison and hosea puts his foot down like no robberies no guns no outlawing we are going straight (well-) mac is kind of like a retired hunting dog learning to be a house pet. he doesn't know how to relax or do things not for survival. there was the necessary push back of what the fuck am i meant to do i'm not good for anything else and hosea shouted back to get a damned hobby or a job

but also post-timewarp post-prison was the first time in his life he's just been safe enough to have a moment to breathe and figure out who he is outside of outlawing (gay). who would've guessed mac callander could read? not only that but he enjoys reading now that he actually has time for it. also one of the only members of the gang to get into sports and will shout at the tv in the last quarter

mac and kieran's friendship works so well because they both identify with 'my resting heart rate registers as a panic attack' but in opposite directions. mac will watch kieran look in the pantry for two hours because he has a craving and hasn't figured out for what yet before suddenly asking mac to walk with him to the local mexican food truck because if he doesn't have a taco he will lose all ability to function for the rest of the day. mac doesn't know what a taco is so 'sure is it dangerous should i bring a knife?'

mac also deeply loves horses he's not taming wild horses riding bareback in love with horses like kieran and arthur but he does love horses and just feels warmth and peace at just the sight of them. he doesn't care if it's the 7th showing of war horse that week he will sit down and watch it with kieran. he will also cry while trying to not make it obvious he is crying like still gruff voice 'course i'm sad the horse collapsed and it's not getting up' while frantically wiping tears away when someone else enters the room

mac is also working through gay panic internalized homophobia. he is fine with the gays and is very dismissive of how much more visible the community is in modern era because why would he, a straight man, care - but gets aggressively agitated when people suggest he is gay. because he is absolutely gold star gay. wouldn't ever formally come out but eventually gets to the point of being able to say he lives with bill without looking ready to kill someone

has a job at a wholefoods stacking fruit before joining bill as a farmhand and thus acquires a really bizarre knowledge of all things fruit and veg. can go on a 20 minute tangent about what classifies as organic produce and which apple is superior for apple pie and how to pick the perfect watermelon without slapping it. still doesn't know how to talk without sounding like he's threatening someone but is genuinely excited to know about something other than where to shoot a man to guarantee they'll bleed out.

trust getting an invite to bill and mac's dingy trailer for dinner is going to be the best meat and veg roast of your life

[phoenix761fics]

Masterlist

Links broke on the old ones, so here's a single, much more organized new one. All fics tagged appropriately on their respective pages, including relevant content warnings. Enjoy!

The Boondock Saints

Eyes On You - PDA exposes one of Connor's kinks (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Just Being Neighborly - a locked door, a broken elevator, and the beginning of a night they’ll barely remember (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

Getting Mouthy - Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth (Murphy x reader, smut adjacent)

The Grocery List - In which Connor learns not to snoop (Connor x reader, smut adjacent)

Last Rites - the Saints’ final mission (angst, MCD)

Starving - Connor and Murphy loving on their lady (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Two Saints and an Archer - Connor and Murphy MacManus were vigilantes on a mission from God before the zombie outbreak, now God only knows how they ended up with Daryl Dixon, reclusive redneck and crossbow extraordinaire. There’s no doubt the three of them can survive the apocalypse, but can they survive each other? (gen fic, crack, crossover)

Warrior Shepherds - They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

The Phantom of the Opera

Another Alternate Ending - didn't the Persian give Raoul a gun? (gen fic, crack)

Supernatural

A Dangerous Game - Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell. (Crowley x OFC/reader)

A Work Of Art - after sealing the rift and trapping himself in an alternate dimension, Crowley gets the chance to observe humanity (Crowley x plus-size reader, fluff)

The Familiar Winchester - a spell of Rowena’s has unexpected results (gen crack, Sam and Dean)

The Fast Lane - After Rowena’s magic brought her back from the dead, Charlie still can’t find any peace. On the open road, with the witch as her reluctant companion, there’s no telling where she’ll find it. (gen hurt/comfort, Charlie and Rowena)

Friction - Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact (Crowley x Gemma, smut)

Geek Squad - It's a quiet afternoon in the bunker until disaster strikes. (gen humor, Sam and Dean)

Going Up - "One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move." (Dean x Crowley, smut adjacent)

Graceless - After his release from the Winchesters’ dungeon, Crowley’s hold on the throne of Hell is more vulnerable than ever. Determined to strengthen his claim, he seeks to produce an heir with his mistress, young Annabel Allan, a human with no family and a powerful secret she doesn’t know she keeps. (Crowley x Annabel)

Heir Of Nothing In Particular - On the edge of another apocalypse, Cas and Crowley contemplate life, emotion, and all things human. (gen fic, Cas and Crowley)

Hell And Apathy - “Sam and Dean, but not her Sam and Dean…she trusted her friends with her life, and whatever the hell was going on with them right now…they were far from the men she knew.” (demon!Dean x reader x soulless!Sam, smut)

Howling - “The court was nearly returned to normal…as normal as Hell can get, at least…” (gen, Crowley and demon!Dean)

If You Need Anything - when everything starts getting to you, your friend Cas is there to help you keep going (Castiel x reader, hurt/comfort)

Original Prankster - Your favorite fictional hunter turns up in your kitchen, and your boyfriend knows more about it than he’s letting on (Gabriel x reader, crack)

Pie and Produce - kitchen fluff (Dean x Tara, fluff)

Ridiculous And Needy - “You really need to lock your doors. Anybody could sneak into your room and leave a few surprises in your closet.” (Crowley x reader, smut adjacent)

Roadside Assistance - “…when Crowley got the text from the bunker’s other resident, he didn’t think anything of it…” (Crowley x reader, FicFacers 2020)

She’s Buying A Stairway To Heaven - “His grip felt a lot more reassuring than any stranger’s had her entire life, but she supposed being menaced by a girl who committed suicide fifty years prior had a way of making things like that a little less odd.” (gen casefic, Dean and OFC)

Something You Don’t Know - a few mishaps on a hunt leads to a few confessions (Sam Winchester x reader, fluff)

Topeka Calling - Cas has caller ID. That hunter from Topeka has an itch. Dean just wants a refill. (gen humor, Cas and Dean)

Welcoming Committee - A tragedy prompts a new start for Sam and his son Jack (fluff AU, Sam and Charlie)

Why Can't There Be A Santa? - "There's no point in wasting that, because there's no bearded guy in a red suit coming to drink it." (gen fluff, Weechesters)

With The Touch Of A Button - One last End Of All Things, one last solution (gen crack, Team Free Will 2.0)

The Walking Dead

Bad Influence - “Her warmth was sinking under his skin until it felt like a little fire flickering through him…her voice soft and her words so full of that hope he was starting to think nothing could destroy…” (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Blue Into Black - Beth was a good girl, but something about Daryl Dixon made her want to be bad. Sequel to "I Don't Mind" (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Can't Tell Her No - Beth found something in her cell, and she can't wait to try them out (Beth x Daryl, smut)

Caught Staring - Beth goes for a walk in the prison yard (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Entertaining - Beth is expecting two certain someones for dinner, and nothing could possibly go wrong (AU, Brickyl Week 2018)

Get Bit - Maybe if he’d just left that damn door closed… (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

I Don't Mind - He’d never done anything like this before, never had an ongoing thing with someone. Whatever this “thing” was, cause damned if he knew. He’d never wanted to hold someone’s hand before, and he’d damn sure never wanted to kiss someone…not before Beth. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Keep Singing - Daryl in Alexandria (Beth x Daryl, angst)

One More Song - The war is over and peace has been a long time coming, and it comes with someone Daryl thought he’d never see again (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

The Parting Glass - a long night with memories and regrets (Negan x Lucille, angst)

Robin and Marian - They called him Robin Hood… (AU, Beth x Daryl)

Rushing, Racing, Running - They always had to be ready to run (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Take Care Of It - Beth has been thinking about Daryl, and she’s kept it to herself so far. Now, though, she might let him hear about it. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Talk Like That - You don’t talk back to him like that and get away with it. (Negan x reader, smut)

Trade You - “He needed somewhere to cool off, somewhere with a decent breeze that wasn’t crowded with people seeking his attention…” (Negan x Wendy)

Wake Up, Dollface - Negan visits after a shared glance (Negan x OFC, smut)

While You're Awake - Daryl can't sleep, and Beth doesn't want to. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Why Ain't I Running - They never built a wall that high/Or made a chain that strong/And God ain’t never made a place/I felt like I belong (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

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[runningw-thewolves]

Loki Devotional Ideas: Halloween Edition

(Do you seriously think our loveable God of “fuck around, find out”, “constant sugar high insanity” and “what’s the worst that could happen?” wouldn’t love a holiday about dressing up scary, watching scary movies, telling scary stories and pranking people?)

- Watch horror movies. Any will do! Slashers (e.g. Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Halloween), Splatter (e.g. Saw, Hostel, Hellraiser), Monster (e.g. American Werewolf in London, Dracula, Creature from the Black Lagoon), Sci-Fi (e.g. Alien, M3GAN, Predator), Psychological (e.g. The Woman in Black, The Ring, Silence of the Lambs), whatever floats your boat! (Yes, this does include kids horror.)

- Listen to spooky tunes. I don’t just mean Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”, Ray Parker Jr’s “Ghostbusters”, and so on; listen to the Silver Scream albums by Ice Nine Kills, “Halloweentown” by Dark Divine, fucking anything by Motionless in White or Rob Zombie. The spookier, the better!

- PRANKS! Give someone a quick scare, but remember to do clean up/soothing afterwards!

- Give Loki his own Halloween bucket and put some candy in it for him.

- Spooky tarot readings! Use tarot or oracle sets themed around horror in any way. I have an oracle set literally based on horror movies (and it has a card called “The Trickster” based on IT and it is 100% a Loki card. I’ll talk about it in detail another time.)

- If you have some sort of statue or digital representation of Loki, why not dress him up? You can even ask him if he’d like anything in particular.

- Decorate your house how YOU want to. Get out the lumbering, scary animatronics or stick to the kid friendly banners and plastic scene setters and lights. Whatever works for you!

- Indulge in whatever spooky delights you desire. Read that shitty CreepyPasta from 2009, read that Goosebumps story, watch Twilight, play old horror/scary Flash games, eat chocolate till you poop nothing but it, listen to zombie apocalypse ambience, play with your Monster High dolls, WHATEVER! JUST. INDULGE.

- Carve a pumpkin. Give Loki a pumpkin as well (sure he can’t physically carve it in our realm but you could always use your minds eye to translate what he carved as close as you can). Make pumpkin pie from the insides.

- Enjoy the autumn leaves falling, the nights growing longer, the full moon in the sky and all the hallmarks of the autumn season.

- Give out candy to trick r treaters. Laugh at their horrible jokes (convince them you genuinely found it funny), play along with their “tricks”, compliment their outfits. Loki loves kids, and you bet your ass he’d love them going home happy with not just candy but someone playing along with them!

- Draw horror art, write horror stories, create spooky music. Use the time to be spookily creative. And it doesn’t need to be groundbreaking - if you wanna make a Jeff the Killer rip-off, you go and you make that Jeff the Killer rip-off!

- For those who observe Samhain; include Loki in your celebration/tradition, even if only a small inclusion.

- Tell Loki a scary campfire story from your youth. Hell, if you wanna ask him to tell you one, go for it!

- Include his family if you can! Leave candy or toys for the twins, include wolves or snakes in your decorations for Fenrir and Jormungandr, make a foam tombstone dedicated to Hel and Garmr, make decorative potions themed around Angrboda and Sigyn. Whatever way you can think of to include them, it’s worth a shot!

- For pet owners; if your furry buddy is alright with it, dress them up or give them seasonal items! Not all animals (e.g. cats) like dressing up, so try for Halloween themed toys, bedding, enrichment and treats! Bonus points if you dress up your companion to resemble Fenrir, Jormungandr or Sleipnir.

- Get scented candles or incense that fits the season. Pumpkin, cinnamon, rain, apple - there’s plenty of options out there!

- If you do any Halloween baking, invite Loki or leave him some of your baked goods.

- Have a pumpkin spiced latte and OWN being a basic White bitch for five minutes. You enjoy every slurp of that pumpkin spiced latte like your life depends on it. Don’t matter if you are POC, disabled, LGBTQIA+, whatever else - if you wanna be a basic autumn White bitch for a minute, you go and be that basic autumn White bitch! (Bonus if you add whipped cream or anything else you like just for the Hell of it.)

- In summary; HAVE FUCKING FUN. Indulge yourself, play along with games and pranks, take in everything the season has to offer.

[howlinchickhowl]

Catching up on tag games?? moi??! inconceivable?!

Thanks @gallawitchxx @heymrspatel @deedala for tagging me in this one :)

name: howl

age: gettin' up there

location: ingerlaaaaaand

and now...

what is your DJ name? dj ding dong ditch

if you were a genre of music, what would it be? 70s road trip dark academia hot girl walk

what would you title your biography? stone the crows, and other things my dad used to say

what are the first three things you'd do if you were invisible? lie down for several hours, get on a train and sit in first class, stare at people on the tube for as long as i want.

what subject do you wish was taught in every school? how to have a productive and amicable conversation with someone who disagrees with you. also how to look good in photographs.

when was the last time you tried something for the first time and what was it? i licherally cannot tell you. i bought a new dress and tried that on? does that count?

what is the most underrated city you have ever visited? i'm gonna echo bee and say i was very happy in Zagreb! And also Ljubljana was a pretty cool surprise.

what day in your life would you like to relive? the first christmas I came home from uni, i went to do some shopping with my whole family and we went to my favourite pie shop and ate an amazing lunch and while we were sitting there it started snowing and it snowed so much we couldn't drive home so we walked home together in the snow and it was beautiful and magical and dark in that special snowy light way and everyone was together and happy and i loved it.

if you could eliminate one thing from your daily routine, what would it be and why? too many things i don't want to be doing to pick just one.

how long would you last in a zombie apocalypse? until the zombies found me i guess lol. I pretty much plan to sit in my home and read books until that happens.

what would be the most surprising scientific discovery imaginable? being an asshole is hormonal

if you could have any view out your office window, what would you choose? snowy forest, my office is in a treehouse <3

I feel like i missed the tag boat on this one but if you haven't yet and you want to, I tag you! <3

[pookiebearmick]

weekly tag wednesday (on wednesday this time!)

thank you dear @spookygingerr and @mickeym4ndy for tagging me 😍🥺

Name: Deck

Age: 25

Location: I'm out and about 🌈✨

What is your DJ name? God knows lol, I would not be a good DJ

If you were a genre of music, what would it be? I feel like I would be some kind of goofy folksy music? Something with banjo, accordion, oboe, viola - that kind of shit

What would you title your biography? My cousin once said they would name theirs "?" and I think mine might be "!"

What are the first three things you'd do if you were invisible? Like @mickeym4ndy I am SO nosy, I would def be snooping LOL; also might steal some things, groceries are EXPENSIVE

What subject do you wish was taught in every school? I feel like some kind of finance class could be beneficial, but it would have to be a finance class that actually taught the important things? I took a finance class in high school and it was just worksheets of bullshit that didn't help at all in the long run. Teach me how to file my taxes and create effective budgets, please 👏

When was the last time you tried something for the first time and what was it? Omg I had my first fresh peach ever this past weekend and let me tell you, INCREDIBLE

What is the most underrated city you have ever visited? I don't travel often, I'm kind of a home body? But there is a really cute little town up north by my grandparents called Stockholm - it's got little local shops and lots of art studios, even a pie and ice cream shop. It's truly so cute 🥺

What day in your life would you like to relive?

If you could eliminate one thing from your daily routine, what would it be and why? Honestly, it would be so nice to have things cooked for me? I think my diet would be so much better if I didn't have to do the task of making the food. I truly love fruits and veggies, but I don't have much energy when I get home from work so I don't feel like making an elaborate meal, and often times it ends up being something super quick and easy

How long would you last in a zombie apocalypse? I would actually do so terrible in a zombie apocalypse my GOD. I'd probs be gone within the first few hours, def lucky if I lasted a couple of days lol

What would be the most surprising scientific discovery imaginable? I don't know how surprising it would be to me that there's other life in the universe somewhere, but I definitely think it would be cool to discover different species from different planets

If you could have any view out your office window, what would you choose? It would def have to be some kind of garden/greenery for me. Maybe like a micro prairie or a big prairie? Flowers and trees and shrubs and all the green please 💗

if you haven't done it yet and want to, here's your tag @thepupperino @twinklyylights @especially-fuk-u @onthepyre 🥰

[penroseparticle]

9, 14, 18, 23

9. Best Month for you this year?

Oh boy. Uh. This is a tough one for me honestly. Not November. Not December. Not anything until maybe June at the earliest. I guess... September or August? I don't know, this year has been bad and time is fake. I feel like I can't remember anything about the last two years with any fidelity. It feels ephemeral- like I can hold only a small bit of it in my hands at a time, like it's a big ol' lake and I'm scooping time like water with my cupped hands.

I'll say August. I had a very chill birthday and it was nice.

14. Favorite Book You Read This Year?

I read "And Then I Woke Up" by Malcolm Devlin, which is ostensibly about conspiracy theory, far right rhetoric, and zombie apocalypse. But also, something they tell you about but you don't really internalize is that sometimes, after trying to kill yourself, you have these moments, these creeping doubts, this unreality, that maybe this isn't real. Maybe you succeeded. Maybe you are dead and this is the afterlife, or a death dream, or something equally outlandish but still very, very real to you. And this book had a lot to say about unreality in a way that spoke to me. I'm glad I read it. It was a quick read too, and I would recommend it.

Most of the time I know it's real. But there are days where it feels fake, and this book is a life preserver.

18. A Memorable Meal This Year?

Our holiday party for work had us take a cooking class, which I was a little irked by (I have to make my own dinner at a party for us to relax?), but it ended up being really fun. It was nice being able to show off my expertise (I was far and away the best pie, I chopped apples the fastest, I helped everyone at my table when they got lost or needed a hand, etc.), and we made Beef Wellington and Apple Pie, which was delicious. Plus, you know, I made it. It was good.

23. If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of this year, what would it be?

Tell someone. Part of the insidious part of the depression was feeling like you couldn't tell anyone- like you couldn't show this ugly part of you, like you can't show the weakness. You're embarrassed. And then when you work past that you hit the apathy of "why bother saying anything". I had so many people in my corner. I had so many people worried about me. I didn't say anything. I'm still not saying anything enough. I need to tell people. I need to say how I'm feeling. Or you know, die trying.

[malum-forev]

Game On: Chapter Three

Chapter Two

Thanksgiving break came and went, (Y/N) spent the weekend at Natasha’s childhood home upstate. Although (Y/N)’s family missed her, they understood that traveling at this time of year was crazy and most importantly, her classes were extremely demanding. This was also the excuse she gave the Romanoff family when they asked her why she was going back to campus on Saturday instead of Sunday.  

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here? C’mon it’s just one more day.” Natasha asked her roommate.

“I really appreciate it but you know I have to get a ton of homework done. I really can’t afford to miss anymore assignments.” (Y/N) smiled as she closed her bag. 

With a swift goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Romanoff and Natasha’s younger sister, she traveled to the train station. After a quick two-and-a-half-hour ride, she had arrived at her apartment. Although she did have a lot of work to do, the real reason (Y/N) left her roommate’s home was  because she wanted some time to herself. More importantly, some time to bake. During the school year their house was a complete disaster, three women living under one roof. So, these little moments she had all to herself always made her want to bake.

After about thirty minutes of prep time, the pie was ready to be put in the oven. There was only one tiny problem, the oven hadn’t preheated. In fact, the oven hadn’t even turned on. 

“Are you serious?” She huffed, immediately calling Wanda. 

“Heeey, merry thanksgiving!” answered an overly happy Wanda.

“Hey Wanda.” (Y/N) smiled. “Are you drunk?”

“Maybe a little, but its only because my brother makes the cider extra spiked.” She hiccupped. “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you ever called the landlord about the oven not working.” (Y/N) asked, hoping that she had and a simple solution could be found.

“Nope.” Laughed the redhead.

“Okay, thanks anyways.” She said defeated. 

“But! Last time I needed the oven, I just popped over to Steve’s apartment. He said we could use it until we got ours fixed. He even gave me a spare key.” Wanda said. 

(Y/N) thanked her, grabbed the key, and quickly walked to Steve’s apartment. Thankfully it was just a few blocks away. As she arrived and opened the door (Y/N) was taken aback. She wasn’t expecting what she saw. Especially not from a boy’s college apartment. They had all the furniture and even decorations. (Y/N) was expecting something that looked like an abandoned mall after a zombie apocalypse or a run-down Ikea outlet. She turned on the oven to start preheating and only after that did she start to meddle. She looked over the photo gallery Steve had on the living room wall. It was filled with pictures of him, his family and Bucky. She hovered over an image of Bucky, he couldn’t have been more than 5, holding a soccer ball in his hands and smiling showing all of his teeth except for the two big ones that were missing. 

“My Ma just sent over that picture.” (Y/N) heard from behind her, she let out a scream and turned around, placing her hand on her chest.

“Oh, My God!” She gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Bucky laughed and ran a hand over his wet hair. This was the first time she noticed he only had a towel wrapped on his waist. “I think I should be asking you that. What are you doing in my apartment?”

“Oh, I- Wanda- I just-“ (Y/N) tried to say but her thoughts were getting jumbled up in her brain as she noticed Bucky’s body for the first time. Her eyes traveled from his biceps to his abs and downward until- until she realized what she was doing and turned around. “Could you please put on some clothes?”

He let out a laugh as he saw (Y/N) fidgeting with her back towards him. He gave two steps forward and whispered in her ear. “Is this why you came here? To catch me with my clothes off?”

“Oh please!” She huffed. “I just came here because our oven isn’t working and Steve told Wanda that we could come over and use it and-“ She was interrupted by the oven beeping.

Bucky smiled and turned around. “I’ll go put some clothes on, if that’s what you want Doll.”

“And I’ll go put the pie in the oven.” (Y/N) mumbled as she rushed to the kitchen. After getting everything ready, she decided to look for something to calm her nerves and spotted from the corner of her eye the bar cart. “Bingo.”

(Y/N) was just about to pour herself some vodka on the rocks when she heard Bucky say: “I think I have something more festive than that.”

She turned around to see Bucky, clothed and perfumed, holding two bottles of eggnog. Forty minutes and a whole lot of eggnog later, they were eating pie. 

“This has got to be the best apple pie I have ever had in my life.” Bucky tried to get out, with a mouthful of apples. “Thank god you made apple instead of pumpkin.”

“Are you kidding? I hate pumpkin pie.” (Y/N) mumbled as she finished what was left in her cup and motioned for Bucky to pour her another one. 

“I actually think that is the first thing we agree on.” He chuckled. 

She cleared her throat and raised her glass. “And I want to make a toast. To the first night we spend together where I don’t want to scoop your eyes out with a melon baller.”

Bucky followed her lead. “Does that mean you’re going to spend the night?”

“And the pleasant moment has ended.” She rolled her eyes and sipped on her drink. 

“You know I’m kidding.” He shot her a smile, took her hand in his and placed a kiss on it.

“You looked cuter when you didn’t have your front teeth.” (Y/N) laughed pointing at the picture. She looked into his eyes and moved a strand of hair that had fallen out of place out of the way. “Sometimes I do really wish we could be friends.”

“I would love if we could be friends. (Y/N) you know I follow you everywhere because I want to be close to you. Let me in there.” Bucky pointed towards her heart. “I’m a pretty nice guy once you get to know me.”

“That’s the problem James.” She sighed, resting her back on the chair and closing her eyes. (Y/N) noticed that the eggnog had started to make her feel dizzy. “I already know you. And I know I can’t trust you.” 

“Tell me one time I have made you believe you couldn’t trust me.” Bucky said, pulling his chair closer to her. 

(Y/N) laughed and stood up, trying to keep her balance. “That’s the problem. You don’t even remember. In fact, that’s your problem” she pointed her finger at him. “You just walk all over people and you don’t have a care in the world.”

Bucky looked down at the floor. “Look I think you’re drunk. Why don’t you stay in my room and I’ll stay in Steve’s. It’s getting pretty late and-“

“And what Bucky.” She laughed again. “You want me to go to your room and maybe something will happen between us?”

“No- I would never want anything like that. I mean not if you’re drunk.” Bucky stuttered.

“Let’s get something clear. I will never want anything to do with you. Not friends, not anything. You’re a narcissist, you’re such a-“

Bucky scoffed and got up from his chair. “You were seriously saying that I was ruining the night? You don’t even know me and you’re saying all this shit.”

“You think I don’t know you?” She rolled her eyes.

“You haven’t even given me a chance!” Bucky objected.

“Oh trust me, I know you. You showed your true colors pretty fast.” 

“I can’t believe you. You’re so focused on what you think that you believe no one else can be right!” Bucky hissed. “You think you’re so above everyone. Well you’re not!”

“Well maybe I’m not above everyone but I am above you and your fucked up moral compass.” (Y/N) boomed.

“You- You’re such a-“ Bucky came closer to her.

“I’m such a what, tell me.” (Y/n) taunted. 

“You’re not worth this.” Bucky stepped back. “You know what, I’m done. I’m done trying to understand why you hate me so much.”

“If you only knew.” She growled.

“That’s exactly the problem. But you know what, if you don’t want to tell me or if you don’t want us to be friends that’s fine. Just know that every single day you will regret this decision. You’ve brought me to my breaking point and if you think I was a load when I was trying to be nice, wait till you see the pain in the ass I can become once I’ve put my head into it.” Bucky snapped and saw her shocked expression. “You can stay in Steve’s room tonight if you want but just know that starting tomorrow I will become your biggest inconvenience.”

With that, Bucky stormed to his room and slammed the door. For (Y/N), it was one of those moments when you realize just how drunk you were. She stumbled to Steve’s room and closed the door. She barely managed two steps before falling on the bed. 

The dream started like usual, thumping music and inaudible chatter and the start of the worst night of (Y/N)’s freshmen year.

(Y/N) texted her new friend, Becca. Asking her if the address was correct. She was standing in front of a frat house dressed in her 80’s costume that featured teased hair, legwarmers, and some heels. (Y/N) really wanted to join their sorority so she wanted to make a great first impression. The door soon opened to show Becca and all of the other sorority sisters dressed normally. They didn’t hesitate to start laughing at her. 

“You seriously thought this was an 80’s themed costume party?” One of them laughed. (Y/N) looked down at the floor. 

“C’mon cheer up.” An obviously drunk sorority girl pushed a cup towards her. She stumbled and spilled the drink on (Y/N)’s shirt. 

“Oops.” Becca laughed. “Hey girls let’s let our new friend in.”

All of them kept laughing and started to filter out. Just as (Y/N) was about to leave she heard someone calling for her.

“Hey! You!” She turned around to meet someone’s blue eyes.

“Yeah?” She asked defeatedly.

“Are you okay?” He asked, coming closer to her.

“Yeah I was actually just heading out.” She said.

“Look those girls can be real mean sometimes. If you want to stay I have some clothes you can change into to look a little less, um, studio 54.” He chuckled.

“Studio 54 is actually 70’s look and I’m dressed like the 80’s.” She said with a smile.

“You want my help or not?” He asked and she quickly nodded.

“Look, I’m not actually in the frat house but my friend lets me keep some clothes in here. You can go up to the second room to the left. You’ll find some clothes there.” He smiled and led her into the house. “And don’t worry, I’ll give you the guide to who’s a nice person and who’s not. I’ll protect you.”

(Y/N) was sure his smile could light up the whole room. She nodded again and went up the stairs, listening to her heels click on the hardwood floor.

“I’ll be right there.” He assured. 

She entered the room and started looking around for the clothes. It wasn’t soon after when she heard the door open and close.

“Hey, I couldn’t find the clothe-“ she was interrupted by the man that was in the room.

“Well Bucky said that he left a girl in my room but I don’t know what I did to deserve this surprise.” The guy slurred, trying to keep his balance and the contents of his drink in his red solo cup. 

“I think you’re mistaken. He said that I could come in and change.” She replied feeling uncomfortable.

“Yeah, you can change into something more comfortable.” He said, trying to unbutton his shirt.

“I’m going to leave.” (Y/N) said moving towards the door but the guy grabbed her by the arm.

“C’mon, don’t you want to have a good time?” He said before she pushed him as hard as she could.

She ran out the door. “I’ll tell Buck you’re as much as a prude as you look, you bitch!” He yelled.

(Y/N)’s breath started hitching and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Thankfully this time, she woke up.

Chapter Four

[roskirambles]

Horror Movie of the Day: Dawn of the Dead (1978)

"When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth"

Let me do something seemingly unintuitive, and mention some the shortcomings of this film: It’s acting can be wooden at points, the sound design can get comically dated at others, the musicalization has some cheesy choices as well as contributing to a seemingly disjointed sense of progression, and between the makeup and their speed the zombies themselves often don't really feel that threatening.

Now let me follow all of that with a strong encouragement for you watch it anyway, because for all its faults(some of them the result of the time it was made in) there’s a VERY good reason this is still a seminal classic of the zombie genre.

The plot is fairly simple: the zombie apocalypse is here, and the government has called for a martial law. Thus, a couple from a news channel as well as two deserter cops try to escape the city using the news helicopter, later deciding to shelter in a shopping mall they come across.

With such a straightforward set up, the movie covers the whole gamut of emotions and tones, ranging from the visceral gory horror to the farcical comedy and poignant social satire with relatable drama in between. When it gets silly it goes to town (you have pie in the face gags here!). When it gets real, though? It gets REAL.

Addressing issues like racism, the valuing of material goods over human life, the inability to see past ideological differences to find practical solutions(aka pointlessly discussing a problem instead of tackling it) and the seeking of a sense normality in situations of hardship, the social commentary on display is still very relevant.

It's really one of a kind, being almost unbelievably ridiculous one moment and heartbreakingly grounded the next, with a zombie you surprisingly didn't see coming thrown in the middle (even if you can easily tell George A. Romero had a change of heart about the ending).

[mazm-imagines]

Thy Creature Modern/Zombie AU Part 3

(BOOOO MOD GWAAAAAR BOOOO WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS) Because I'm very self-centered... a part 3 no one asked for because why not :3 part 1 and 2 found in their respective links. This is all information I didn't find necessary to the plot (didnt think about till 2 days later lmao) so think of it like a bonus... TW for eye horror, gore and amputation. I'll try not to get explicit bc this is still a sfw blog. Just briefly going over it because what good is a zombie apocalypse AU without any horror...

If i think of anything else expect like a part 4 lmaoooo

FINALLY THOUGHT OF OUTFITS FOR EVERYONE :3

Noah dresses in a suit for professionalism but when shit gets real he takes off the suit jacket... and mama mia he has a harness underneath...

He also wears a small cross pendant! Bc we can't forget he's Catholic lmao.

Justine wears dresses that look vaugely like uniform but their university doesn't have a uniform she just likes dressing in academia :3 she's very cutie pie and she makes her clothes herself

EL/Erysichthon wears like. Normal children's clothing. Probably a t-shirt, some shorts and a hoodie. ALTHOUGH considering he's supposed to be Williams reanimated corpse in this AU, and Victor is still pretty well off here, maybe he'd wear something more sophisticated.

Creature honestly just picked up some random ass shit from like a trashcan, very esoteric. Justine lends it some clothes later on/makes some for it.

Leon dresses like an average college student wwww he doesn't have time to clean up. Hoodie, t-shirt and some jeans. Whatever allows him flexibility/mobility because he's very athletic.

Hanna dresses in flowing dresses/skirts and oversized cardigans. She uses her cardigan as a blanket whenever someone falls asleep :3 so like if EL gets tuckered out she's like noooo poor baby and puts her cardigan on him.

Chris dresses homeless . Drunk asf and picked up whatevers nearby. Usually wears a heavy coat.

Alex is very grandpacore/butch like sweaters and pantsuits and shit. Very cozy too like you can trust her. You know she's a baddie !!!

Ben usually wears a dress shirt tie and some pants like a very clean look. But after the divorce trademark, his tie is all janky and his shirt is stained and he's a real mess...

Victor tried to look all professional at his Uni but uh... he gave in to the hoodie jeans combo after a while

Injury time.

@fleurrice ever the enabler has made me decide we need a little eye horror in here. Siren takes out Noah's right eye lmao... lmao... he gets to wear a cool ass eye patch like that one chick from Chainsaw Man (doesnt watch CSM)

After that he uses the shattered remains of his glasses as a makeshift monocle

Noah also injures his hands by hitting 701s preserved zombie dolls. The hardened layer of skin breaks his hands and they're bandaged up like in the game. That leaves him out of commission to fight so he stays a healer instead

This wouldn't be a zombie apocalypse AU without a surgery without anaesthesia...

Chris survives one undisclosed war and now he has to fight another... life is a comedy

Yeah so they have to amputate his leg to prevent the infection from going further. And hes like god fucking damn it just do it already.

Noah and Justine have to do the operation while Hanna Creature Alex and Leon have to hold him down. Justine's helping because she's really good at sewing and considering what a precise process it is and Noah's hands being in an utterly dreadful state he needs assistance. Ben can't do anything bc EL bit him.

Justine is very frightened and Noah has to be like WE GOTTA DO THIS GIRL!!! Of course he comforts her later bc he traumatized this poor girl but at the moment he's reallllly stressed.

Chris is just chugging that whiskey... Afterwards he's fine and they help him. Alex especially because before this she already had a prosthetic arm so she helps Chris cope/adjust to the situation.

I don't know where to put this but EL!!! He behaves very uncannily. His movements are janky and his eyes are big and glossy and dollike. They're all kinda creeped out by him but assume he's just a traumatized child...

EL is a boy genius partially because he read up on Victor's book collection and has good memory. He's also insanely endurant and while we know he's a Nepe zombie, they don't. So this is just seen as an extra benefit.

The reason they don't suspect him to be one is because they couldn't find any visible bite marks on his body + he looks normal enough because of his high stability.

MY IRL FRIEND GAVE ME THIS IDEA bc hes so fucking smart. So when i told them abt Victor using octopus DNA for siren he's like maybe it's because octopus limbs grow back so Victor thought it'd be useful. And mayeb the reason why the hair color changes is because of the octopus DNA camouflage... smartie pants

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More demo impressions:

Gord - the title actually refers to the name of a settlement, not someone's name, it's a city builder mixed with survival elements, ugly "dark and gritty" character design, I'm not saying everyone has to be super attractive but I don't want to spend another minute staring at Edwyn (also he's an ass can I throw him in a ditch)

Everafter Falls - played this for less than a minute before deciding I hated it, just really don't like the art style and the goofy floaty animations and the music just irritated me, I'm sure someone will like it it just pushes the exact wrong buttons for me

Sugar Shack - Quebecois Simulator, no really it's a management game based on maple syrup. One of the initial recipes you get is for sugar pie (I love sugar pie and I hate pie). It's built for co-op though, which is kind of a shame for me as a solo player

Paleo Pines -

Omgggggg look she's so cute I love her!

Eternights - hetero boy simulator, that is, a dating sim during a zombie apocalypse with real-time combat, has annoying as hell QTEs, the animated cutscenes are surprisingly well done

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Left 4 Dead season 2 reborn chapter 1, not again

"Little did the pie family know their realm is being infected once again the tree started dieing innocent ponies beginning killed and turning to much powerful infected till pinkie and the others woke up smelling death"

Blood: Kids downstairs now!!!

"They all teleported to the living room"

Day: dad wats going on? The smell of death is everywhere.....

B: Yeah, this isn't normal for our realm.....

Blood: Judging by the screams outside sounds like another zombie apocalypse

Midnight: then?!...... uncle ellis?!

Boomer: "she heard midnight yell as she wobbled to the castle"

"The boomer knocked on the door groaning"

Rave: oh fuck not the fat fuck....... "she flied to the highess window shooting a arrow at the boomer making explode" there we move out let go family

"Blood and the others started packing but blood knew their had to be a reason it's happening again but meanwhile DJ was fighting off infected at a random hotel for 4 days with his family M16 and in his last clip until two old friends showed up to lend him a helping hoof"

DJ: e-ellis?....... b-bill.....

Ellis: "he helped DJ up." Can u fight, brother?

Bill: we'll have to cut this reunion short lady's there's too many

DJ: clip me

"Bill thru DJ, an M16 clip as a charger was charging into ellis Bill and DJ smashing DJ into the ground, but the hunter was pursuing to pounce on ellis, then Bill and ellis started firing at the charger once it died bill got DJ up off the ground ellis was covering them"

Ellis: shit im out run!!!!!!

"Ellis grabbed some bricks and chucked them at the infected, but in the distance, they heard a tank or two, so they agreed to start running and regroup they reached the castle"

DJ: Blood open up the infected is back

Bill: "he pops some of the infected in the head with his revolver." Just bust down the door damnit we don't have time

Ellis: "he tackled DJ into the castle falling on the floor" blood?

Bill: "he ran in the castle, closing the door." Blood midnight miss pie

Pinkie: shhhh, down here hurry it's upstairs

"Bill ellis and DJ quietly walk to the basement door, but the tank heard a creek in the floor and started running, throwing a giant rock, ellis slid in the basement, then DJ jumped in the basement head first then bill hide behind the couch as it was too late"

Bill: shit "he saw rocks, so he threw some upstairs he heard the tank run back up so he quickly rolled in the basement*

Blood: brother u made it "he helped ellis up"

"Right after ellis got up midnight, tackled ellis ellis was winded"

Midnight: Uncle, ur alive b-but how? We saw u die?

Ellis: blood wats happening how r we alive?

Bill: i remember me dying by a hunter

DJ: i remember a white light, then i was back home?

Tank: "he crashed threw the basement roaring"

"Other special infected and normal infected started swarming the castle"

Pinkie: Quick the back way

Day: anywhere without that thing

"It was then the tank retreated but the pies were confused till a familiar screeching came from a distance"

Midnight: dad?.......

Blood: DJ day and ellis u three with me the rest run and don't look back we'll hold river off

"DJ ellis and day was shocked was they reloaded there guns and day was powering up to her exploding power"

Blood: ok, brothers, we need to give day time to power up, stay alive, and remember, risk everything

Ellis: it been an honor seeing everypony again

DJ: may we survive through thick and thin killing the ugliest, most badest infected ever

"Infected river jumped down in her normal form she then started running, screaming blood dj, and ellis stood there ground till river turned into a chargerbashing through them but missing day her primary target"

Day: Come on, guys, i about got hit

"Blood yelled attack, and blood disappeared while ellis and DJ fired their shot while not trying to hit blood river and blood were in a speed battle dodging attack and taking hits till river got shot in the head she dropped deader then a door nail"

DJ: boom

Blood: sick. "He stomped on a rivers skull, crushing it." Easy?

Ellis: It's too easy.......

Smoker: "coughs as he grabbed ellis with his tongue dragging him away"

Ellis: dah shit!!

"Infected river got up, throwing blood to a wall, turning into a jockey jumping on DJ head"

DJ: dah, get this bitch off my head

"Blood tackled infected river off DJ tell him to save ellis and day was almost fully powered up" DJ chopped off the smoker tongue as the smoker ran to hunt again"

Day: "Flame spark we're surrounding day as she was close to full power." Dad ellis DJ get close, and we got one shot

"Blood DJ and ellis ran to day while the infected were taking over their position then infected river turned into tank roaring charging for the four if them"

Blood: Day better hurry we can't hold them off for long

"Day exploded with all her power, but at that time, blood teleported all four of them out of the exit tunnel with the other, but then day collapsed from power lost"

Blood: day wake up red?!

Red: Over here, hurry

"Ellis and DJ carried day to red setting her down"

"They all heard a roar, but it was very faded, but red suggested they move now, but also explained to blood day was just tired and needs rest so they left their town once again looking for survivors and resources"

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Also i need a new title for chapter 2 I'll give some samples for chapter 2

[glapplebloom]

Another book review.

It’s the final moments of a new Daring Do Book release and Rainbow Dash was one of the first ones to get it. When she was ready to start talking about it, sadly nobody else she knew finished the book. Even Twilight wasn’t since she’s taking her time. To make up for it, Twilight thinks forming a book club would help. At the Club, Rainbow Dash was about to tell her theory which was obviously planted there, a pony called Wild Fire (yes, that Wild Fire) thinks some of the action in the book is unrealistic. Rainbow Dash took offense.

By the time of this book’s release, the crew found out Daring Do was real was a month ago. So it is a nice bit of continuity with them worrying Dash was about to reveal that she was real. And it’s just something someone who hasn’t seen that episode yet can ignore. Because Rainbow Dash’s answer was to show them those stunts can be done by being the one who performs them. And to add to the challenge, not only any sort of dare but all that being done under the Double Dare clause.

Rainbow Dash has Pinkie Pie help her handle listing the dares as Rainbow Dash performs them. Her friends worry that these dares can be dangerous, especially after the first one is to tightrope over Ghastly Gorge with no wings over Quarray eels. So they came up with a plan to try to get Dash to stop it: have Applejack Dare her to eat a Chili Pepper (her least favorite food at the time before the reveal of pies). To her chagrin, Dash took the dare and experienced a trip similar to that of Homer Simpson.

The next day, Zecora shows up with a worrying tale: the Half-Gilded Horseshoe was stolen and if the user finds the Spirit Circle they’ll unleash ghosts in their quest to get the treasures within it. Rainbow Dash accepts, willing to do it alone. Her friends wanted to help, but Dash insists she does it alone. They do help her prepare by giving her various objects and when she enters the Everfree Forest, follow after her without her knowing.

Now if you are like me, you kind of expect them preparing all this so Rainbow Dash can learn her lesson. Cupcakes filled with Alligator treats to ward off them, a lasso to pull herself out of quicksand, a bear (which I think had a recording of encouragement within it), a Bookmark that can teleport her to the location and a horseshoe to switch the Gilded one. This all seems extremely possible especially with Fluttershy likely getting the animals to help… But then Braze shows up.

He’s a Zebra who stole the artifact and captured Dash’s friends. And not played by Zecora. This is a completely different person, so someone did indeed steal something from Zecora and was about to unleash ghosts. But he commanded Rainbow Dash to do it since only someone who can perform a Sonic Rainboom can open it. But thanks to some quick thinking and a Distraction from Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash tricked Braze, freed her friends and stopped him from trying for the next five seasons.

Braze promises that he’ll come back (which as far as I know never happened) and Dash learns that sometimes the bravest thing someone can do is to ask for help. Overall it’s a nice story. You can see Dash’s Daring facade fall before Zecora’s worrying tale. And it was a nice twist that this was actually something dangerous and not another Mare Do Well situation. We’re saving that for the Zombie Apocalypse to counter Dash’s pranking. I wouldn't normally see an issue with making this canon to GLAB until I think of one thing…

Dash was lost and she only found the location thanks to Twilight’s Magical Book Mark. And nobody in the Season 4 timeline has that level of power. So maybe this is another case of adapting into a GLAB story in the future…