#their eyes were watching good: really really good! definitely a classic for a reason. i higly recommend.

[meidiary]

( 📁 ) THEM ACTING OVERLY JEALOUS

synopsis: the monster trio and how they act when they're way too jealous for their own good...

characters: luffy, sanji & zoro!

warnings: a teeny tinyyy amount of swearing [:

a/n: first time writing for them so i'm pretty nervous!!! , hope you enjoy!! banner is made by me, inspired by the lovely @sixosix and the layout is inspired by the lovely @luckyscribbles <3

it was his fault! it really was.. he was the sole reason you were entertaining this way too confident guy- because he told you that he was out of your league! can you believe that?! and now ZORO is throwing daggers at the poor man just with his piercing gaze alone..

ignoring zoro's needy angry glares he's sending you two, you continue charming your ... acquauntance, growing his already far too stretched ego. "oh darling, how i could melt in those beautiful emerald colored eyes of yours~" and with that sanji cringe-worthy comment you got him babbling on about himself... again.

you're getting progressively more annoyed the longer you hear him try to flirt with you. nonetheless you don't move an inch, because you know he's watching your every move; waiting for you to come moping to him about the guy. he'd feel a sense pride because you came back to him. and that pride, the face he makes whenever he turns out to be right about something, albeit it's a very handsome one, is the last thing you want to witness right now.

so you keep yourself from throwing this guy's drink in his face and telling him his cologne is absolutely murdering your sense of smelling.

you look up as you suddenly stop hearing the random guy talk about some castle garden of his. he gulps hesistantly whilst zoro stands before you, hands in his pockets. "we're leaving." no you're not! "oh zoro~ i barely-" "now." you stand up and turn to leave, but quickly turn back around and give the stranger a kiss on his cheek before leaving with zoro, causing his cheeks to change to a red-shade.

"miss! will i ever see you again?!" he asks before backing up seeing zoro's death glare. "my love, if we are meant to be we will definitely meet again!" what's up with you and these shakespear lines?

zoro gives you a slight shove with his shoulder as he rolld his eyes for what seems like the millionth time this hour. "i think i found my soulmate zoro!" you sang while you interlocked you arm with his. you were met with yet another eye-roll.

"you were the one that said he's out of my league, remember?" zoro huffs annoyed. "shit- that was a joke damn it!" "if anything you're out of his fucking league, dumbass" you lean onto him as you two continue making your way back to the going merry.

"maybe i exaggerated a bit too.." you slowly admit before hearing his usual chuckle. "just don't go flirting with some stranger again, ever. shit could've gone wrong real fast y'know?" you smile sheepishly and nod. "good thing you were there huh?"

and you could've sworn you say his cheeks turn into a rose color before he swiftly turned his head to the side, greeting sanji and nami. was he blushing..?

SANJI was this close.. this close to absolutely losing it and slicing this daring man up with zoro's swords. who does he think he is? flirtingly, charmingly speaking with his lover?! well truth be told.. you two weren't official, far from it actually;

you two were so close to finally having the months-due talk about the classic, what are we-question. but of course sanji had to hit on the waitress that casually passed your table. that was your final straw. if he couldn't stop his antics for one night, you would resume yours for good.

and oh how it made him clench his fists so hard they became white, how it made him ignore all the beautiful ladies surrounding him, for what felt like the first time ever, how he saw you with your pretty dress on, that he bought for you because it reminded him of you, sat on some navy's lap, entertaining the bastard not worhty of a single enchanting smile of yours. yet there you were smiling, no laughing at something the navy said, all while you were supposed to be with sanji. laughing at something he said, playing with his hair, sat on his lap.

he was this close to exploding and increasing his bounty a good amount by punching this navy untill his fists fell off. "sanji, don't you fucking dare." nami warned him, glaring at him from the other side of the table, not in the mood to be on the run again after finally being able to relax for a day.

sanji heard nami, he did! but the minute he saw the disgusting navy's hand run up your thigh causing you to jump off of him, he finally lost it. "keep your fucking hands off her you sewer rat!" he jumped up sprinting at the navy, his snow-white fists ready to release all the pent up anger he held.

but before sanji got to the navy he was stopped by you. your soft, slightly cold hands holding back one of his clenched fists. causing him to slowly unclench it. you tried to push sanji back, knowing his uproar would bring about another navy chasing. "you alright, love?" it's as if all his previous anger vanished the moment he felt your soft touch, smelled you sweet perfume, the moment you felt like his again. "y-yeah i'm good.. but we should get goi-"

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" the navy man roared causing the others to swiftly join the yelling. "hey aren't those those strawhat pirates with a bounty?!" from the other side of the room it felt like you could hear nami's long sigh. "see what you've done?! grab zoro, usopp and i will take luffy!" everyone complied and assumed their role.

sanji lifted his leg up ready to kick zoro awake right before you pushed him slightly making him stand on two feet again. "not doing that sanji!" he playfully rolls his eyes at your statement.

waking up zoro and running to the ship in a hurry, with a good 3 dozen navy soldiers running behind you calling you names, was the usual. but what surprised you was sanji holding your hand tightly the whole way, not letting go for a second.

once on the ship, back to sailing on the waters, while everyone was catching their breath, sanji took you aside, he interlocked your hands with his while he locked your gazes, still breathless he looks at you earnestly. his eyes illuminating the moon's glow. "i'll stop the flirting my darling, i promise. the only woman i'll charm will be you.. so you better not grow tired of it." he chuckled still a little breathless. you smiled, leaning your body onto his. "you better sanji.."

"i'm all yours sweetheart. all yours"

LUFFY felt weird. he had never met this man before, yet he suddenly has the urge to gum gum bazooka him for the rest of the day. why is he feeling this way right now? is it because he hadn't eaten yet? no that can't be it.. he just had a very good meal with you; you two had split up from the rest of the crew to have your lunch at some fancy looking restaurant on the beach.

luffy furrows his eyebrows once again because of this feeling. he figures, after a while to be completely honest, that the reason he wants to kick this man off the island is that he's taking way too long speaking with you. he's been occupying you for a good 10 minutes now.

how could he? how did he dare to take you from him so carelessly? you two were enjoying your meals, yes you were chatting about the dumbest subjects known to the world, but you were enjoying it. and then some buff man comes and dares to ask you for directions?! it would've been fine if he had left after receiving them, but no, he had to keep talking to you!

luffy was starting to see red at this point. he gets it he does, you're a beautiful woman, you're smart yet very funny, energetic and enjoyable! but you're his. even though you don't know that, even though he never told you that, you are his. and no buff, tall, slick back haired guy was going to change that one bit.

luffy dropped his food and started to walk towards the two of you, angrily eyeing the bold man who was about to get bazooka-d to some far-away island. luffy started stretching his arms, getting ready to send him off.

you notice right away and block luffy's path to the man. trying to laugh it off, you said your goodbyes to the fella and dragged luffy back to the restaurant. "what were you thinking, luff! that could've ended up horribly!" you whisper-yelled, not wanting to attract any more unwanted gazes.

"he took you from me for 10 minutes! how was I supposed to endure any longer!" luffy childishly pouts as he resumes eating. "you could've just said so! no need to bazooka anyone anywhere luf'!" his furrowed eyebrows soften as he hears his nickname.

the first time you called him that he truly hated it. "it sounds like a dog's name!" he complained. but over time, that nickname became apart of him, it was apart of his daily routine; he'd wake up to it, adventure the world with it, buy groceries with it, hear scolds with it. he became one with that silly nickname you gave him, and he wouldn't give that three-letter name up for the world. he wouldn't be able to go a day anymore without hearing you talking about how "the seashells here are so pretty luf'!", or how "i just love it when it's only you and i, luf'," and let's not forget you waking him up with the usual "luf'! sanji finished breakfast, get up already!".

"you can't go off with weird men. i won't let you.. you shouldn't leave my side for some guy that doesn't even know where he's headed!" you chuckle at his remarks. "i wouldn't leave you for anyone luf'! just.. don't bazooka someone next time.. just talk to me."

"you're mine y'know.." luffy tells you while he's munching on some of his cold meat. your eyes widen at his sudden words. "w-what?" "i said you're mine!" he says louder, a little annoyed thinking you hadn't heard him the first time. "you never said that before.."

"never needed to," he takes another bite. "but you are, so don't forget that!" he furrows his eyebrows again while saying that earning a chuckle from you. "i won't.. don't you worry"

NOTE: and that's for my first one piece ficcccc!!!

[hairmetal666]

It's a fluke that Eddie ends up a gymnast. Wayne only signs him up for summer classes at Hawkins's tumbling gym to burn off his excess six-year-old energy. Nobody, lest of all Eddie or Wayne, expects him to be talented at it.

And now, somehow, he's at his first ever elite gymnastics competition. His coaches all said he was good, but he hadn't really had a frame of reference for what that meant. Not until now. Not until he's in 3rd place after high bar, right behind Steve Harrington.

They tumbled together, as little kids. Steve a tiny boy with an absurd pompadour, monopolizing the mats for insane tumbling passes and lording his high-end competition shirts over the other kids (none of the rest even wore actual gymnastics gear; they were six and it was Hawkins).

Now, he's a swaggering fifteen year old with the same pompadour and bad attitude. They're not on the same rotation, but as Eddie moves on from his floor exercise, Steve makes a point to ram into him.

Eddie doesn't react and maybe that would've been the end of it, but he ends up placing, and Steve corners him in the locker room.

"Come to congratulate me?" Eddie smirks.

"You better watch your back, Munson." Steve shoves him into the lockers.

"I knew you were an asshole, Harrington, but I didn't realize you were a sore loser."

Steve leans close, heat melting into Eddie. "You better count yourself lucky you've gotten this far. Not really a sport for poor kids."

Eddie bristles at this. Yeah, sure, his gear is secondhand, and he and Wayne learned how to sew to mend his competition shirts, gymnastics pants, and warmups, but they work hard, together, for Eddie to do this. "Don't worry about how I afford to be here." Eddie checks him as he brushes past. "Just fix those wobbly flairs on pommel."

The rivalry is hot and fierce and mean, made even worse by the fact that Eddie has an enormous hate-boner for Harrington. It's not, Eddie reasons, his fault. He's gay and surrounded by guys whose bodies are honed for a sport based on strength, endurance, and agility, Steve the most beautiful of all. So he looks, and he longs, and he hates Harrington with every fiber of his being.

Eddie's sure this would continue for their competitive lives, but everything changes the summer before their junior years of high school. They're at a training camp, the kind for world champion, Olympic hopeful types. Steve is practicing ring dismounts when he loses himself in the air, lands hard off the mat, destroys something in his knee. He needs surgery, the recovery time 6-8 months, if he's lucky to be able to compete again.

Maybe a year ago, Eddie would be excited by this development, but now it's kind of devastating. He doesn't bother examining why.

--

Steve comes back and he's--different. His first competition, he comes up, asks, "Eddie, hey, can we talk?" And, well, they've never been on a first name basis before and Steve is so so pretty, so he agrees.

"I just want to say, I'm sorry how I treated you back before. I was a real piece of shit and you never deserved it."

Eddie truly doesn't know how to respond, never foresaw this day coming. "Thanks. Uh--yeah. Thanks."

They stare at each other for a few seconds longer before Steve taps him on the shoulder and walks away.

It's not the only thing that's changed about Steve. There's this big group of feral children that follow him around everywhere now. Apparently, Harrington told them Eddie plays dnd and now they follow him around too.

He also. Has a girlfriend now. She's pretty; delicate looking. Her name is Nancy. And she's nice, or whatever. Eddie definitely isn't jealous. It's just. He's been with Steve in locker rooms for years, and he thought--well, he'd seen the way Harrington's eyes sometimes lingered on a bicep, a well-cut thigh, the intrigue of a pelvic v, and he thought--not that it matters, but he thought--

Anyway, Steve has a girlfriend.

---

They're at the winter classic, when it happens.

Eddie is doing good. Like. Really good. Like his routines, they're not flawless, but he's hitting the big skills and sticking landings, and stays in 2nd throughout the majority of the rotations.

It's not a huge shock when he finishes his final rotation, vault, and winds up finishing in 2nd. What is a shock, though, is that, when the scores go up, Steve is wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist, hoisting him into the sky. And, even after he's back on solid ground, Harrington doesn't loosen his hold.

And it's, like. Nothing, right? It's nothing because he has a girlfriend and, sure, maybe he's bi, but that doesn't stop Nancy from existing.

He's not going to think about it, is the thing. He knows it doesn't mean anything, so he isn't going to dwell. It's definitely not all he thinks about during the podium ceremony, or after when he talks to media, or even later walking into the empty locker room.

Or. He thought it was empty. But Steve is there, smiling, saying "you were amazing out there."

They hug again, and Eddie tries not to enjoy the warmth of Harrington's body, the comforting strength of his toned biceps. Eddie pulls back and Steve is--he's so close, gazing at Eddie's lips and--

Steve's mouth is hot and sweet, like he's wearing cherry chapstick, and Eddie can't--he thinks of Nancy; she's nice, doesn't deserve this, they should stop--

But he's sucking on Steve's tongue and Steve is making the sweetest sounds, hard against Eddie's thigh, and nothing else matters.

---

It goes on for months.

Eddie knows he needs to end it, vows to as soon as they're apart.

It all goes out the window as soon as they're together again. He can't get enough. It's Steve. How is he supposed to resist?

(He needs to. It's horrifying, what they're doing to Nancy)

---

The children who follow Steve around invite him to dinner after the first day of the USA gymnastics championships.

Nancy is there.

It's the worst three hours of his life. He can't look at Steve, can barely speak to him.

Nancy is beautiful and smart and kind and strong. She doesn't deserve any of this.

And when Steve drops by his hotel room hours later, Eddie greets him by saying, "I can't do this anymore."

Steve's shoulders drop, eyes squeezing shut. "Right. Yeah, I--Yeah."

"I like you, Steve. A lot. But I can't--you have a girlfriend. And I can't keep being whatever this is for you."

Steve nods, won't meet his eyes. "You're right. It's not fair to either of you. I--My parents expect--And I--I'm sorry," he whispers the last part.

Eddie smiles, heart aching. "Sweetheart. I get it. But. Figure out your shit, yeah? Maybe then we can talk?"

The smile Steve flashes him is a broken thing. "Maybe. Sure."

And that's it.

Eddie cries himself to sleep that night.

The next day, he wins first in the all-around.

---

He and Steve stop speaking.

Somewhere around, ohh, the very first time they hooked up, he caught feelings. So sue him if it kills him, seeing Steve at every competition.

They don't speak again until the Olympic trials. And isn't that ridiculous? Eddie at the Olympic trials. It's such an insane pipe dream, being an Olympian, that he doesn't actually have any expectations whatsoever.

So knock him over with a feather when he fucking makes it on the team.

And so does Steve.

The announcement rings out, and Steve is there, out of nowhere, pulling Eddie into his arms. And Eddie's so hyped, so excited, that he just shouts and hugs Steve right back.

He pretends the proximity, the musk of Steve's cologne, the tangy saltiness of his sweat, doesn't bother him, doesn't transport him immediately back to Steve's bed.

They're teammates now; he can keep it casual.

Right before they leave for the games, news breaks that Steve and Nancy have broken up.

---

The Team competition at the fucking Olympics is going well. They've had good routines, with no huge errors, stay consistently within the top 5 scores. But then they're on the last rotation, parallel bars, and he's the very last competitor to go. They'll win bronze if he can score above 14.933.

But

He's inconsistent on parallel bars, always has been, something deep and psychological he can't quite let go of, and now their medal chances are all on him.

He salutes the judges, jumps into his starting position--and his mind goes quiet. Muscle memory, skill, years of training take over--he's flawless.

Eddie sticks his dismount, and the place erupts. He doesn't have a score yet, doesn't know if he's done it, but the rest of the team screams like he has.

They pull him into their arms, but Steve is closest, his grip the tightest. Their eyes keep catching, holding, and Eddie can't really breathe but he doesn't think it's the anxiety or the excitement.

The score goes up.

Not only is it high enough for bronze, it puts them in silver.

Eddie has barely a second to process before he's being hoisted into the air, Steve's arms bracing him up. The crowd's going crazy, his teammates screaming and hugging him, each other, but all he sees is Steve beaming up at him.

He's slowly lowered to the ground, Steve's arms still around him. "You were perfect, baby," Steve whispers. "Never seen anyone like you."

He wishes he could stay right there, Steve beaming at him, but they won the silver--they won the silver at the goddamn Olympics--and they have to get medals, do interviews.

They don't have a chance to be alone together until they're back at the Village, where Steve is just waiting in Eddie's room when he gets back.

"Is this okay?" Steve asks. "I wanted to talk to you and Jason let me in, but I can--I'll leave."

"Please don't." Eddie swallows. "Stay."

Steve smiles, a little. "I needed to tell you that I'm sorry for what I did to you and Nancy. It was unfair to both of you. I love her, you know? But she's not who--I'm not in love with her."

"No?"

"No. I thought it would make my parents happy, settling down with a nice girl. But it turned out it didn't actually make a difference to them, who I dated. And she isn't who I wanted to be with."

"I'm proud of you for figuring out what you really wanted. It's brave."

"I wish I could've been brave earlier." He gives a little laugh. "Before I hurt you."

Eddie doesn't know what to say to that. He wishes the same thing.

"Um, which is also why I'm here." Steve plucks at the waistband of his Team USA Nike joggers. "I wanted to see if maybe we could try again? Officially this time?"

Eddie can't keep his smile from taking over his entire face. "Sweetheart, I would love to."

"Yeah?"

And Eddie just--after all this time, he just--pulls Steve into his arms and kisses him. The silver medals, still around both of their necks, clink together with the force, but neither of them really care.

Steve sighs, nuzzles his nose to Eddie's. "Missed you so bad," he whispers. "I'm so sorry."

"Me too," Eddie smiles. "But kiss me a while."

Eventually, they fall back onto Eddie's bed, which makes a horrible noise as their combined weight topples onto it, and they break apart to laugh. Steve smooths back his hair, wrapping a few fingers through his curls to keep Eddie close, even though he's not about to go anywhere.

"Can't believe we made it all the way here." Steve's looking at him like he hung the moon

"Cause we're taking medals home?"

"Honey," he laughs. "Because I'm taking you home."

[oneforthemunny]

since @lesservillain moodboard, i’ve been thinking about summerween with eddie with very careful thought.

eddie gets an itch, a craving, an incessant need to dig out halloween decorations in the middle of the summer- during a heatwave, for whatever reason. you’re terribly confused on why he’d open the attic, bitching at him for letting all that hot air in. the air conditioner unit was hanging on by a thread as it is, and the small attic space just amplified the already sweltering room.

“babe, i’ve got a really good idea.” eddie comes out grinning, holding the plastic tub labeled ‘spooky shit’ in eddie’s scribbled writing on top. his eyes are wide, smile even wider and more erratic. you know he’s got a wild hair, an idea that has you both excited and a little apprehensive.

halloween movies in the late june seemed odd. the season was close enough, why rush it? eddie was beyond excited. excited to rig up an old sheet, snag a projector from some buddy at work. how he’s convinced gareth’s mom to let them use the backyard (after the bonfire incident of ‘85) you weren’t sure, but you’d helped him set up. sweating and placing the faux gravestones into the ground in the hot temperatures.

eddie had scrounged together a line up, a mix of classics and slashers, all ones you’d watch in the later months of fall. when the leaves were changing and days got shorter, normally cuddled on eddie’s couch to stay warm. for now, you laid on the blankets over the ground, knees touching his, sharing popcorn out of the plastic halloween bowl with all his friends.

“i gotta admit,” you hummed, looking back at eddie, the dull light of the projector illuminating over your features. “this was a pretty good idea.”

eddie grinned proudly. “yeah? i think everyone likes it.” he looked around at all his friends, some chatting, others locked in on the screen.

“they definitely are.” you smiled back, knocking your shoulder to his gently. “i am too.”

“good. ‘m glad you are.” eddie beamed, leaning closer to you. “i’ll put beetlejuice on next, just for you.” he pecked your lips gently, a sweet kiss that left you swooning.

[just-jordie-things]

indulge me for a second here (at ur own time ofc)

megumi breaks up w reader for reasons (wants to focus on training or sum) but reader starts acting a lill crazy especially when she thinks he might be seeing other women. She's txting him, sending suggestive pics, flirting, cockblocking other women- just the usual, you know?

Then she stops.

Leaving megumi with a whole crisis. Didn't he want this? Why is he missing all her attention? Why is she giving *his* attention to other guys?

I just want that toji and gojo side of him to flare up and chase the reader all over again 😇😇😇😇

AAAHHH YES i need to add more toxicity to my fics bc lets be real we'd all behave like this to get him back :3

kinda feel like this could be a prequel to the blurb i wrote about ex bf!megumi cockblocking you n trying to win you back

suggestive content under the cut but no smut ___

you're a good girl, definitely better than this, but to be honest he left you no choice, didn't he?

how else were you supposed to get his attention? it's not like those other girls had anything to offer him, so you just had to... give him a reminder of what he had, and that he could have it again if he stopped being a man slut and crawled right back to you where he belonged.

(was he really being a man slut? you couldn't actually know... all you knew was what you heard from rumors. but that was enough to warrant all of this... wasn't it?)

you didn't care how much money you spent on pretty lacey sets, or how much time you spent draping yourself in the most inviting poses you could come up until your my eyes only album was overflowing with tasteful nudes. and every single one of them was sent to him.

there wasn't an ounce of humiliation in your body, sending nudes and other suggestive photos/videos to your ex-boyfriend. you were sure that eventually he would be swayed... if it wasn't by baby pink then maybe an angelic white... or classic red.... to you, this was just a means to an end. eventually he'd understand what he was missing and he'd come back begging to get back together.

when he doesn't realize his mistake after a month of spamming his phone... you lose interest. naturally, of course. if he could look at all those photos, watch all those videos to completion, and still not want you back? well, that was his loss.

truthfully, you got bored. and at some point you came to the realization that there were other hot, single, desperate guys out there who would love a glimpse of what was wasted on megumi. so you steered your attention in another direction and almost forgot about your ex completely.

well, you forgot about him until he started showing up around you all the time.

at first it was the bars, anywhere you spent your time with nightlife, he was bound to show up there. whether you were drinking or dancing, or just sitting in a booth wrapped up in the company of someone else, megumi was there to see it.

you might've moved on, but you weren't oblivious. you saw him. you just didn't seem to care. never giving him more than a passing glance before your attention was returned to whoever was lucky enough to get it tonight. megumi's not sure he ever saw you with the same guy twice

even when he moved on to stalking your other hangouts. like the coffee shop you frequented most days of the week. once he started seeing your distraction of the night coming in with you on their arm in the mornings, too, megumi started to lose his mind.

what was the point of all those messages you sent? all the photos with your body on display for him attached with 'thinking of you' or a little kiss emoji- those were all just for him, weren't they? and now you're parading around with every willing guy you find?

megumi's in denial. this wasn't like you, you didn't play games, you weren't a slut, so what was your goal here?

if it was to drive him crazy, you most definitely had the upper hand. but he was determined that it wouldn't last for long.

you wanted to play shitty games? fine, megumi could play shitty games. he'll make sure you come to regret getting over him so easily.

[yes0another0outsiders0blog]

can you please do nsfw johnny cade x fem!reader alphabet?

Oh, absolutely. I was planning to do nsfw alphabets after I did everyone's sfw alphabet, but I'm totally cool with starting early, love!! I don't have to much practice in writing anything smutty, so it may be a bit rusty, but I hope you enjoy anyway--

!! NSFW : MINORS DO NOT TOUCH !!

NSFW Alphabet : Johnny Cade

notes : afab!reader with some fem language, characters are ALWAYS aged up to around their 20s for nsfw content

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Checking in on you a lot during sex, definitely making sure you're okay and you got off after. Runs you a bath, asks if you want a water or any snacks or anything. It very open to your input, if you tell him anything he could do for you then he'll probably do it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For you, your eyes. Loves eye contact during sex, wants to see your face in general but especially your eyes. Starts off with watching you out of a bit of nervousness, trying to look for any hint of discomfort or any sign that you want to stop, but after seeing how your eyes roll back for him in pure orgasmic ecstasy there is nothing that gives him more fucking pleasure.

His favorite body part of his is his hands. He doesn't have the best hands, but he likes how much he can do with them. He likes caressing your face while he looks at you, brushing your hair out of the way. He likes grabbing at every inch of your body and holding onto you. He likes thrusting his fingers deeply into you. He likes how much he can do with just his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves to cum inside you. Doesn't want to have to pull his cock from your warm, wet inner walls if he doesn't have to. Will not leave your pussy willingly, he's going to finish in you as long as you're on birth control. If yall get to a point where you're actively thinking about children, he is THRILLED to not have to worry about a pregnancy scare over it (which is something that you two would handle together anyway, but if you're actively aiming for it then even better).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Into overstimulation, but probably won't admit it. Really scared to do it for a long while, you find out basically on accident. He doesn't want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable or make you feel a bad type of overstimulated, but the idea of making you cum over and over until you're a shaking mess, gasping in pleasure and trembling all over is so good. Would need you to not only be the one to suggest it, but to also reassure him over and over that if you were uncomfortable or not enjoying yourself in the slightest that you'd tell him to stop, and that you want him to fuck you until you're delirious.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You're probably his first or second, so he'd probably start off not knowing what he's doing at all. He learns quick, tho.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Says that it's a classic for a reason, doesn't care that it's a basic/vanilla.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Takes sex pretty seriously, it's really intimate and vulnerable. But Johnny doesn't take it TOO seriously. If something ungraceful happens it won't completely ruin the mood or anything. He'll definitely get embarrassed, but can kind of awkwardly laugh it off and keep going. It's a serious act for him, but bodies are weird and sometimes they do weird things, so you can't get too worked up over that.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed, pretty well groomed, not hairless though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Can go either way. There are times when he wants to treat you perfectly and worship the ground you walk on and be slow and romantic and service you so damn tenderly. Then, there are times when he just wants to see your eyes roll back and drool run down your chin as your entire face is flushed bright. He'll put your pleasure first either way. They're both absolutely expressions of deep love and devotion. Even when he's in the mood to fuck you until you can't breathe, it is completely in the mindset of maximizing your pleasure to an extreme rather than the "making you weak" aspect of overstim.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Loves masturbating and watching you get yourself off. Sex is great, but sometimes it's just so easy and quick and convenient to just do it yourself. Really interested to see what you do to pleasure yourself solo, makes note of what you're doing for future reference.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink (giving), worshiping kink (giving), and overstimulation (giving).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Almost exclusively in a bedroom/bed. Doesn't have too much interest in sex elsewhere if he has a proper private room to use. Johnny can and has had sex other places, but not when a bedroom is an option.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The idea of serving such a beautiful queen and goddess, honestly. Repaying you for being so perfect and good to him. You do anything for him AT ALL, and Johnny is instantly like "oh wow, we need to have sex right now."

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No sadism, no masochism. That's an obvious one, but sex with him is pure pleasure, no one ever gets hurt intentionally.

Also, doesn't like holding authority. Isn't going to tell you what to do.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving MAJORLY. Thinks blowjobs are overrated. If you want to give him brain then he won't stop you, he'll still enjoy it, he'd just rather his dick be between your other lips.

Like I said before, he doesn't have all that much experience before you but he learns quick. When it comes to skill, it's a gradual increase. But he tries new things and takes criticism, so he gets pretty damn good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Johnny can do either depending on what results he wants. It's almost always on the more sensual side, but pace can vary. Sometimes within the same session.

Never overly rough, and he does have a range on how fast he can go, but it's a wider range than most people and he really plays on your preferences pretty well.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hates quickies. He wants to get comfortable with you, when yall have sex he wants it done right and proper, you both should be cumming preferably more than once. He wants to take his time with you, there is SO much that just doesn't fit into a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Johnny has, like, three to four things that he knows he's into. He'll experiment with things that are similar (worshipping kink and service heavy --> mild slave/master), but won't really try anything that isn't already adjacent to his current interests.

Risk is usually a no-go for him. Doesn't do anything that could hurt either of you, is super safe with overstim and is good about checking in and reminding you of the safeword in case you get bad overstimulated instead of good overstimulated, only likes having sex in private places, has a breeding kink but his logic overrides his urge to ejaculate in you unless you two are either willing to have kids or taking proper precautions to not have them (birth control, etc). Nothing yall do is overly risky in any way.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

When he is really in the mood especially, his stamina is HIGH. Definitely multiple rounds pretty back to back, though they do eventually gradually get shorter. However, his stamina is probably higher than yours and if you're down he will absolutely take advantage of that fact to overstimulate the fuck out of you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't like or use any toys. If you ask him to, Johnny might experiment with them a tiny bit, but he never would choose to on his own and prefers when he doesn't have to use anything extra to get you off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Johnny won't tease you hardly at all when he's being more sensual with you. Will edge and tease you a little bit for delayed gratification's sake when he's trying to fully maximize your pleasure til your senses cloud over and you turn to a happy little puddle of mush, but he can usually do that with pure stamina alone and doesn't need to resort to teasing you for results. If he does, it's usually communicated beforehand and it's just to see if it gets you there quicker than if he didn't.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Quiet, but definitely not silent. A lot of little, muffled moans and gasps and such.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Type of guy that, especially during the beginning when he wasn't yet confident about fucking you right, would thank you after sex. Sorry, but he would thank you for your time.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Pretty average, like just short of 5" erect and average girth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty average. He doesn't need sex every time he's horny and would ideally be having sex maybe once every week and a half (roughly, yall aren't scheduling it or anything) realistically, anything more that twice a week is a lot to keep up with and he'd probably start to feel so burnt out. Like, he loves you, you're beautiful, he loves sleeping with you, but sex would become more of something he does for you rather than something he enjoys doing with you at that point.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He really doesn't. Even if it's late, he'll probably be awake for a long while before he falls asleep if at all. He'll cuddle with you while you fall asleep, if you want, but he's mostly just watching you.

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Chapter 6: Missing Someone

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: It’s time to tell all and talk about each other’s pasts

Word Count: 2,417

Content/Warnings: ANGST, kissing, use of pet names, no-good exs, crying and near-crying, miscommunication but it’s resolved

Author’s Note: I was gonna make it bad, but then I realized, it’s not like this couple to have a huge blowout fight and misunderstanding. They’re too good at talking it out.

Shoutout to my childhood friend I visited last week for helping me write this. He won’t read it, but I appreciate him indulging my thought process. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

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Below is the song which inspired this chapter. It makes me very sad tbh. I skip it a lot when listening.

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You and Ari were going to build a new dresser in your bedroom. It had been nearly six months of being together officially. Your old furniture was breaking down already, so the two of you had gone shopping. Ari insisted he was just going so that he could provide his truck for hauling it, but you knew that wasn’t the case when he turned down the first three you liked.

“No, that one won’t match the wood grains of your cabin.”

“What’s the material on that one? Pressed composite? No good.”

“Sure Duchess, that one could work…if you’re blind.”

You rolled your eyes at that last one,

holding back a laugh. Sure, those were valid reasons, but any minor criticism was something you took personally. He didn’t even live with you! Finally, you’d gotten him to agree to a nice, subtle piece that complemented your bed frame without clashing against the rest of the cabin. The only issue was, you had to build it.

Once the two of you had gotten home from the furniture store, you were exhausted. Not only from the shopping, but from long drive since you had to go to the nearest city with hopes of finding anything good.

After eating dinner, you and Ari settled on the couch together, cuddling to catch up on the show you two were binging at the moment. Sure, you usually preferred to do things away from screens, but sometimes, there was nothing that could replace classic, trashy TV. The dresser could wait. Ari was laying on his back and you were laying directly on top of him, ear over his steady heartbeat until you drifted to sleep.

You began to stir awake and stretch when you realized the TV wasn’t playing anymore. Strong hands stroked your back and your eyelids fluttered open. Your sleepy pupils sparkled and dilated as you moved your chin to Ari’s chest to see him looking down at you the same way, him not even realizing the way he smiled when you were within this eye sight.

“Well good morning handsome.” Your voice was full of sleep.

“Good morning.” Ari leaned forward to kiss your nose as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Looks like it really is morning. 2:47 am.”

You hummed in response. “I think we kinda threw off our sleep schedule with what was supposed to be a nap.”

Ari nodded and laughed. “Oh definitely. But now we’ve got all this time to be productive. You wanna build that dresser?”

You groaned and threw your head into his chest, smushing it your nose and mouth. “Yeah, I guess so.”

You groaned and sighed before your muffled voice came out against his pecs again. “Lemme go pee first.”

You pushed off of Ari’s chest, causing him to exhale most of the air in his lungs with a laugh before he watched you scurry to the bathroom.

Ari got up and walked toward your room to get started on the dresser while he waited for you. Just as he sat on the floor straddling the instructions and some spare parts, he heard a buzzing coming from the nightstand, lighting up your dim bedroom.

“Duchess, your phone is ringing.” He yelled out the bedroom door.

“You can get it. I’ll be out soon. It could be important since they’re calling this time of night.” He heard your faint response.

With a groan, Ari stood up again and took the few large strides towards your nightstand, picking up the phone off the charger. The number wasn’t saved.

“Hello?”

“Hey, is that you? I miss you s’much. You should come over.” A man slurred from the other side of the line.

Ari was confused. He knew the area code of the phone number wasn’t from around here, but who was this man and why was he calling at this hour?

“Who is this?” Ari gritted out the words. He was beginning to feel something. There was anger, there was frustration. He was hurt that this seemed like something that was kept from him. The man on the other side of the line continued to call out your name.

“It’s me. It’s Oscar. Where are you? My bed’s cold.”

That got Ari. It hit him where it hurts and he felt a pang in his chest. He hung up the phone and stalked over to the bathroom where you were washing your hands as his hands shook. You hadn’t looked up yet.

“Hey Bear, was it anything important?” You were met with silence, only Ari’s heavy breathing and the sound of running water filling the air. When he finally spoke up, you could hear a near-growl in his voice.

“Who is Oscar?” Your head darted up and your wide eyes met his through the mirror. You shut off the water, dried your hands, and turned around.

“He’s no one. No one that we should be concerned about, anyway. Why did he call?”

You could see the worry on Ari’s brow and the tears that threatened to fill his reddening eyes. “He said his bed was cold. He misses you. Is there something I don’t know?”

You broke your gaze with Ari, looking at your shifting feet on the cool floor while you fiddled with your fingertips. You took a deep breath and a step towards Ari, surprised by him taking a step back. He’d been hurt before and he didn’t need it coming from you, too. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his distance.

“Oscar is my ex. I should’ve known it would be him calling at this hour.” Ari’s look of hurt took on even more emotion; it was his turn to be confused.

“So he calls you often at this time of night? When I’m not around? And you don’t tell me? Do you always pick it up?”

You shook your head, reaching out to Ari, glad that this time he let your set your hands on his waist.

“No.” You whispered back, your watery gaze meeting his. “I know you and I have been a little private with our pasts, but I think it’s time we tell each other everything.”

Ari nodded as you followed him to the couch. A place where you two had just had your bodies pressed together found you sitting on opposite ends, your legs criss-crossed in front of you and Ari’s long legs out to the side. You weren’t touching at all as you pulled a pillow up against your chest for comfort and took a deep breath, preparing to start.

You told Ari everything. All about the relationship. The expectations, the lies, the late night phone calls, the broken promises, the new girl after the breakup. He nodded along, keeping a mostly level face, although he maintained a mild layer of disgust. How could someone so awful keep you for so long? You were too good for Oscar. Heck, Ari thought to himself, you were too good for him, too. But he would spend the rest of his life becoming better for you if he had to.

As Ari was taking it all in, you continued on. “Mostly during the relationship, but even for a few months after, he would still call me late at night. It’s been over a year since the last time. I honestly thought he would’ve forgotten all about me by now. I don’t have his contact saved anymore. Something must’ve happened, though. But it’s not my problem. He was always whiskey drunk and saying he missed me, just like this time, but I knew that wasn’t the case.”

You looked up at Ari. He seemed like he was beginning to understand. “When we were dating, I fell for it. I fell for all the sweet, yearning things he would say, and I’d come over. We’d dance down the hallway and fall into his bed. We’d lay there and talk, well, it was almost always him doing the talking and lying until the sun came up. I really lost my voice over that whole thing.”

Ari felt such deep sadness for you. His favorite thing was when you would talk passionately about something random or speak your mind against the popular opinion. To hear that someone took that away, someone didn’t appreciate you and your amazing qualities, made him want to scream. His jaw clenched and he kept his silence, grateful for the full insight on your life. If Ari ever met Oscar, well, who knows what would happen to that punk?

Your voice began to break as you sniffled. “I know he wasn’t trying to hurt me, or break my heart, but I felt used. Like I was a late night lonely drug. I know he thought he loved me, and he would say that I was all he wanted, but I think he just wanted someone. At one point, I wished that I was that one he wanted, but I think a part of me always knew I wasn’t.”

Ari had crept closer again over the duration of your story. He pulled you in tight to his chest and rubbed your back as you wept, tears staining his old t-shirt. He had no idea how someone so awful could bring down someone so amazing, so angelic. You were everything. The sun rose and and set on you for Ari.

He pulled away and set his eyes deeply on yours, his hands holding your fingers. “I’m so sorry, Angel. I’m sorry you had to go through that. You deserve the world. Anyone who can’t see that was never worthy to even be in your presence.” He kissed your forehead and your eyes gently closed at the gesture as a soft smile graced your face again at his true, genuine sweetness.

“You are the world. You’re my world, and I’m going to spend as long as I have to so you can see how much you mean to me. Every day, I’m going to do everything I can to give you the love you deserve. To show you just how much I really, truly, honestly love you.”

You sat there, mouth agape in shock. There it was. That was the first time either of you had dared to say the L-word to each other. It wasn’t haphazardly thrown out there as a last-ditch effort to stay. It wasn’t overused and thin. It was heavy, it was intentional, and it was true. It carried such a weight to it, but your were sure Ari wouldn’t have dropped it had he not meant the word with his whole soul.

You felt it too, though. That was the part that astounded you. There was no other person who you believed could ever hold a place so fitting for the word love. There was only Ari.

“I love you, too.” You spoke firmly, gazing into his bright blue eyes, lit up extra from his beaming smile. His hand moved up to your cheek and he leaned in for a kiss. His soft lips met yours as your tongues danced together. There was no greed, no rush. Just love.

When you pulled away, you rested your foreheads against each other. You sighed and giggled. “While I’m out here being honest. I feel like there’s something else I should tell you.”

Ari’s head tilted to the side, confused on what other bombshell you could be hiding. The truth was, you had never been completely forthright with your thoughts.

“Did I do something to make you feel like you couldn’t be honest with me before?” You could hear the wavering in his tone. After such a vulnerable moment, what else could be coming?

“No, no, that’s not at all what’s going on. It’s just…ugh….” You were beginning to grow frustrated with yourself. There was so much you kept locked inside as a result of how Oscar hurt you. You were elated it was coming out for Ari to see. He deserved to know every side of you, but words were hard to formulate in the right way.

“I’m sorry. I want to communicate more openly with you. But it’s scary. I thought when you found out about everything with Oscar, you’d judge me for it. You’d look at me differently.” He shook his head, about to speak up before you cut him off.

“I want to be able to explain it all fully. I should’ve told you all this sooner. I knew once I gave you everything, it would lock me in. It would have solidified everything in a way we can’t come back from. You knowing all the details of my life. I didn’t want it to blow up, because I knew if it did, I would never recover. If I’m being honest, I was so scared to give it all over to you because I’ll never get it back.”

Ari’s blew out a puff of air, processing your words. He simply nodded, allowing you to finish. He completely understood where you were coming from. To trust someone so deeply again after pain like that was the scariest thing he could think of, and he was going through it, too. He was just glad you did trust him. Because he’d give you everything you deserved and more in a heartbeat. The two of you weren’t locked in to anything bad at all, you were just securing yourselves in something you already knew.

After all the heaviness, you made an attempt to lighten the mood. “And, I think you should know, I’m completely capable of assembling a dresser by myself. There are just some times I ask you for help because I want to spend time with you. Not because I need it.”

You winked and Ari heartily laughed in response. “Is that also why you asked me if I needed help cooking dinner last week?”

It was your turn to laugh, throwing you head back before pulling it forward and shaking it back and forth. “No. Sometimes I offer help because I can’t stand to watch as you do something wrong.”

Ari playfully rolled his eyes and pulled you in close for one of his signature bear hugs. He spoke into your hair. “Well, I’m just happy you keep me around. And I’m always happy to do whatever, right by your side, like a true partner. I love you.”

You both inhaled each other’s scents deeply. “I love you, too.”

When you pulled away, Ari opened up and told you everything about his past, too.

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Bonus A/N: reverence is rare and lies are plentiful

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amusement park date w/ enha 🫧🎠🎢

synopsis: enhypen headcanons for a cute little amusement park date!

pairings - ot7 non!idol enhypen x reader

(☼) a/n: happy new year lovelies!!! long time no see! things have been so busy :( but i went to lotte world during christmas break!! and this was all i could think about… enjoy <3

🖇️ jungwon:

- a SWEETIE PIE. just. omg. ur heart is fluttering the whole time he is so sweet and he’s so smiley

- ur photobooth pics are so cute. he would find all these goofy poses to do w u and get all the funny little props AND HED GET ALL RED LOOKING AT THEM STAWPP

- in the line he’d play w ur hands </3 he’s worried ur bored during the long waits so u guys are just non stop talking and playing around

- i think on scary rides he’d be a little scared but not as much as u. and he would know that so his hand is always firmly on urs and hes laughing bc he finds ur screaming so cute. WAHHHHH

- takes random photos and videos of u. and you’ll be like 🙄 and he’s like “what. u look cute i cant help it.” he’d try to take videos on the ride so he can watch them later and geek about u holding his arm hehe

- he’s so observant. like he can tell if ur tired u don’t have to tell him. he’ll just be like “u just wanna sit for now?” and you guys will just sit and enjoy each others company and watch w ur head on his shoulder </3.

🖇️ heeseung:

- just flirting with you the whole time he is such a little goof.

- strangely good at all the mini games and it’s so attractive.. like he’ll try one of those carnival games for fun and now all of a sudden you’re carrying around this huge bear he won for you

- finds you so endearing and it shows in his face :( when you’re scared or freaking out or just excited any emotion in general he’s like visibly geeking. he’s a man in love

- calm but also so cute when you’re on scary rides. but no matter what he’s gonna be ur arm to squeeze bc u are NOT calm

- competitive during those shooting games. like u are going to war. he acts all calm but when the game starts he’s in battle and ur just trying ur best 😭 (he’d let you win tho)

- you’re both lowkey clueless goofs together riding on like random rides that u join random queues with no idea if they’re kiddy rides or scary but u both love it anyway

🖇️ jay:

- gentleman. GENTLEMAN. constantly carrying ur shit he is so boyfriend coded

- has literally everything you need and things you didn’t even know u needed like ur battery ran out in ur handheld fan? he for some reason has batteries packed. he knows.

- buys you all the good food. and lets you try it first 🤭 wants to make sure you try all the classic amusement park food. u will never be hungry around him like u are always eating good

- buys you a goofy stuffed toy and you guys name it together based off of some random silly little inside joke you guys made 💔

- you definitely have cute goofy pictures of him in line messing around and he’s just making really stupid jokes and everything is funny when he’s around. i feel like he’d also have his arms around you and he’s right beside you just lowkey making sure you’re not scared or nervous

- overall calm during crazy rides but if you’re freaking out he’s just making you laugh and distracting you because he wants you to enjoy <333

🖇️ jake:

- the silliest ever. i don’t think you would have a single dull moment with him. he would be so hype and giggly it would be so fun

- so playful and fun in line. like he never makes u feel like ur boring him, spending time w him is so easy <3 like ur just asking each other stupid would u rather questions and playing silly little hand games

- scaredy cat. ur on a scary rollercoaster? ur on a regular ride? either way he’s screaming crying and laughing. he is holding onto your arm/hand for dear life. “I CANT DO THIS I CANT WTF HAHAHA THIS IS SO FUN”

- would tease u about being scared BUT if u were actually super scared he would be so quick to notice :( and he’d look at you with such concerned eyes like “wait are you ok we don’t have to” and be quick to physically comfort you </3 what a sweetie pie

- would definitely try and win a huge teddy bear for u and go “this one’s for u”…and probably lose. but it’s ok cus he’ll make up for it w matching keychains <3

- definitely puts random headbands and hats on both u and him at the souvenir shops and gets all excited AHHH. he’d also fix ur hair or clothes if it got messed up from a ride GOD IM GEEKING

🖇️ sunghoon:

- scaredy cat #2. the biggest one. he is so scared u have to drag him to the big rollercoaster you wanna do

- sunghoon loves the views and scenery, so your date is really relaxing and chill, he’s your personal photographer taking photos of you in the ferris wheel with his film camera!!

- but he knows you wanna do one scary one and hes comfortable enough and trusts you so he decides he’ll do it and you think it’s so sweet.

- he is SO NERVOUS he is shaking while he’s holding your hand but in the end he enjoyed and he was giggly the whole time but he’s like “Never again pls.”

- you’d put on one of those random hat souvenirs on him and he’d get shy but he still buys it (and a matching on for you <3)

- lowkey eats up the kiddy rides like that is his TERRITORYYY (and of course if there’s an ice-skating rink you best believe he’s dragging you there too)

🖇️ sunoo:

- photobooth photos EAT. you two are so photogenic hello pinterest couple photos

- lowkey matching everything. matching headbands matching keychains plushie, and lowkey matching clothes but not super obvious you just complement each other super well

- SCREAAAAM TWINSSS. you guys can be heard from neighbouring countries when u ride rollercoasters and it’s so fun

- so giggly and wants to do everything. like he is fearless he will do every ride with you. but at the same time if you don’t wanna do too many he’s totally fine with that too but he wants to film cute little tiktoks with you and show you off 🤍

- you will never feel bored or uninterested around sunoo. he always finds a way to talk about anything and everything with you in the lines for rides, waiting for your food, he’s always making conversation and you really appreciate it

🖇️ ni-ki:

- the most unserious and funny date ever. the type to play fight in the lines and the type where both of you are sitting and leaning on the railings and you guys almost lose balance

- points at every plushie or mascot or figurine or cartoon and says “that’s you” or if there’s more than one “that’s literally us”

- somehow spots every baby or pet in the park and he’s like “loook awww!!:!:!.l” and you’re like boy we gotta go!!!

- constantly taking 0.5s of both you and him. but mostly you. he takes one of you two moments before the disastrous drop of a ride and he almost drops his phone.

- such a tease and jokester like u cannot catch a BREAKKK. “eyyyy ur scared aren’t you.😏”

- every time you grab onto his arm or hold his hand or hug him in the line he is nonstop blushing even though he’s trying to be lowkey but it is NAWTTT working.

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Celebrating Halloween w/ Michael Afton Headcanons

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Summary: Headcanons about celebrating the spooky season with Michael Afton

Description: Gender neutral, fluff, domestic, established relationship? a little angst? Cringe?

Other: Yes, I know it's past Halloween. :/ This was originally written for game! Michael, as I haven't watched the movie. I don't know if movie! Michael would match this, but imagine how you please.

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Since Michael has the daytime off (although he sleeps most of the day, reasonably so from his late night shifts), he likes to spend his time with you!

Like watching scary movies!

Yeah..Michael is not so into scary movies. He will watch anything you pick that isn't too gory. He prefers to watch dramas or pg/pg-13 Halloween movies/tv shows.

So something simple like the Addams Family, Scooby-Doo, or something romantic like Nightmare Before Christmas, Corpse Bride, he would enjoy. "Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you? We got some work to do now!" You both would idiotically sing along, almost choking on popcorn.

Horror movies are just a bit too real when he is trying to enjoy his time away from the horrors already. He would much rather watch something you both can enjoy and cuddle on the couch to watch.

Would he like to carve pumpkins? Yes

Would Michael be good at it? No

While Michael would enjoy going to a local pumpkin patch (or more likely picking one out from the store) and picking out the perfect pumpkin and getting the special tools, he would not be good at carving.

Good carving takes practice. It's fair to say he didn't have the practice when he could carve. Meaning Michael remembers carving pumpkins with his dad and brother, but couldn't really carve.

As a teenager, Michael spent his Halloween out of the house at parties or 'pranking' other houses, he was out doing anything to stay away from home. When he moved out, he didn't go out of his way to celebrate the holiday. Maybe a bucket of candy outside and a decorative pumpkin but that was the extent.

But you were more than happy to teach Michael how to carve. Or perhaps both of you will learn together!

"Brains!" Michael groaned, imitating a zombie, holding a handful of pumpkin innards to your face. "Eww!" You laughed and slapped his hands away, making the innards splatter on both of your faces.

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Post-Scoop Headcanons: (more angst)

Michael would also enjoy classic movies like Frankenstein and Dracula.

He would 1. enjoy Dracula for the vampire drama and 2. like Frankenstein but could only watch it once a year since it's sad (especially for Michael), which you would comfort him.

You would definitely have to physically help Michael carve a pumpkin. As much as he wouldn't like to admit he's weak, he's not afraid to ask for help getting around on his elbow crutches, getting up, eating, or other tasks, and you gladly help him with an exchange of a kiss. Your body hugged around Michael's back as he leaned forward on the counter, your arms slithered around his waist while your hands rested on top of his to help steady the knife on a pumpkin you deemed perfect. The cuts were jagged and uneven, but perfect, perfect in your eyes.

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Tutor buddies

Fem!Reader x Dom, male!H/N

(Y/N = Your name, H/N = His name, N/N = nickname. If those weren't obvious)

Characters mother is mentioned, but you can switch it if it doesn't fit the character you're thinking of!

H/N can be anyone, from a character to someone irl!

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Warnings: Smut (mainly without a plot but there's a little), clit rubbing (?) (reader receiving), praise, dom character/person, academia rivals, some swearing, this made me cringe so I'll add that as a warning too

Summary: Your parents had advised you to get a tutor for your final year, and it had to be H/N. When studying in his room, he suggests something to "help" your concentration... (sounds quite ominous, but I promise it isn't that shocking)

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It started as a joke, you were only trying to get a rise out of him, nothing too serious. Your grades had been pretty low since summer ended, and going to school hungover after getting blackout drunk the day before wasn't the best idea for the first day back, but hey, it was fun while it lasted.

You'd never had a tutor before, you didn't really see the need for one, but after your report card last term your mother/father insisted that you should get one for the final year. In reality you didn't think Senior year would be all different from the last few, boy were you wrong.

Classic, that the person you were trying to avoid would be the first you would run into, H/N. You'd been enemies ever since he joined the school in Sophomore year. It was his mission to make your life utter misery, and it was mainly because you were both brainy. He always decided to outdo you in everything, from simple grades to speeches in front of the class.

The only reason you decided to choose H/N between the other three that were there is because they all looked like they didn't know their lefts from rights, and proved that theory too. He was quite literally the last resort.

"Oh? Picking me for once, that's unlikely of you." H/N said with a smirk, "You never know when to shut your mouth do you? In my defence, no one else would have been any help, but it's not like I need a tutor anyway." You said back to him, with a bite, "Fiesty. I'm sure you don't need one sweetheart, your parents wanted you to for fun~". The nickname alone made you blush, but you quickly turned away, why were you blushing? This boy's a dick! You didn't like him... surely?

After that little... scene... you decided to agree to meet at his house (against your will), at around 5 pm, considering you still wanted to look ok before you went to his, even if it was(n't) to impress him.

When you arrived his mother answered the door, with a wide smile as usual. Your mother/father and his mother were quite close as kids, childhood friends if you would, so you were dragged to his house a lot when you were younger. "N/N!" She called to you, her tone was so sweet, and loving, as she brought you into a hug.

As you stepped into the house you spotted him, a massive grin on his face as he watched his mother guide you to the kitchen to present you with cookies and other baked goods. "Well, you best be getting to studying before it gets too late. Tell me when you're going, I'll see you out, dear!" His mother said before she disappeared into the living room to continue her soap opera.

As you got into his room he shut the door behind you, the books were already piled up on his desk, and his computer tab was already on the classroom. You sighed deeply, knowing this was going to be a looong night, and as usual, you were completely correct.

H/N could see the boredom in your eyes as you effortlessly answered yet another question. "Alright, I'll make a deal with you" He spoke up, making you wince at the unexpected talking. "P- Pardon? What type of deal?" You stuttered along your words as you tried to gain composure again.

"Nothing serious, Just something... that'll definitely get your concentration back~" He said, that same smirk appearing back on his face. You were sceptical at first, but you didn't exactly have anything to lose, so you went along with it. Little did you know, H/N was going to take off an article of clothing for every question you got right. The only twist was you had to take off clothes if you got a question wrong, and it was his choice what you took off.

You were three questions in, and he had already taken off his jumper, shirt, and belt. You knew you were red, it wasn't a shock to anyone to be honest. The smirk hadn't left his face at all.

To your surprise, you got a question wrong, a maths question (just pretend you can't do maths if you can), and to no one's surprise, he told you to take off your skirt. You agreed, but only because he was sat there in only his jeans. Unluckily for you, you decided to not wear shorts underneath your skirt this time, so you were left in your underwear as your blush increased.

After a few more rounds of questions you shifted closer to share the blanket that was around him as it was getting chilly, and he had to suggest something... "Get this next question right and I'll reward you". Now, you didn't know what exactly he was hinting at, but considering the glint that was in his eyes, it didn't take a genius to know.

You now made it your mission to get the next question right, just to see what he was talking about, and when you did he carefully slipped his hand down your pants from under the blanket as he continued to read the next question. You gasped and shot him a slight glare, before your eyes returned to the paper, as you leaned into him.

His slender finger snaked over your clit, before rubbing circles over it. You moaned as you shoved your face into his shoulder to quieten it, so his mother didn't hear, shaking slightly as he continued. He asked the next question, but you couldn't find it within yourself to answer, so, of course, he stopped his movements making you whine.

You stuttered out the answer after he repeated the question, but very lowly, and he (thankfully) returned his movements.

"You're doing so well, love. C'mon, one more question and I'll let you have your release" Building up the strength, you agreed and answered the question. You got it wrong again, but he didn't care, he continued his movements until you came, practically biting through your hand to silence yourself.

"Well that was fun~" He said, as he began to clean you up

"...please don't mention this to anyone..."

[websterss]

What if you were crazy but Ethan is even more crazy about (yall) each other even going so far as to murdering each other's ex's just to be with each other And Mindy thinks that your just a nice and" innocent " person that couldn't hurt a bug while she thinks Ethan is insane and would hurt anything

Even Sam Thinks the same way about Y/n and Ethan Her and Mindy would be talking about it a lot I mean I lot 🤭

I’m trying to finish my fics and Im getting encouraged by these headcannons 😭😂😂

Alright here we go!

Mindy and Sam would be at the apartment, Sam is cooking while Mindy leans against the counter naming off every reason it could be Ethan.

“I’m telling you Sam. Ethan is ghost face. Okay we hardly know him, he most definitely juked the roommate lottery. And he wooed his way into our lives by getting our best friend to fall in love with him. He’s sticking to the classic Stab 2.”

“Wasn’t there an actually ghost face killing people on a college campus though?” Sam raises a brow.

“Yeah, Nancy loomis and Mickey Altieri. The only time where the victims where in a different location.” Mindy looks up and winces. “Too soon?”

“Yeah…”

“Look all I’m saying is we don’t really know him and I think he’s more than capable of hurting us. I mean have you seen how tall he is. Sure height isn’t a playing factor when it comes to all the previous ghost faces but in his advantage it would most definitely work in his favor.”

Sam laughs, shaking her head. “What would Y/n think of you saying all this shit about her boyfriend?”

“That beautiful angel would thank me, for saving her life, and warning her about her psycho boyfriend.”

“Sure she would.” Sam scoffs. “How do know she’s an angel? What if there’s a deep serial killer underneath that smile.” Sam hums.

“Don’t disrespect my girl like that. Okay? Y/n wouldn’t hurt a fly. Remember that spider she found in her room.” Sam rolls her eyes at Mindy. “She let it go, anyone with half a mind would squash it. Not our Y/n. She let it go. Y/n wouldn’t hurt anything or anyone if her life depended on it. Okay, she’s not even on my list of suspects, hell the list doesn’t even apply to that beauty.”

“But it applies to her boyfriend?”

“It sure does!”

-

Meanwhile somewhere behind a dumpster. A guy that looked at you and girl that looked at him, cowered into the farthest corners begging for their lives.

“Please…please. W-What ever we did we’re sorry!”

You and Ethan turn to look at each other through the masks you wore, then slowly looked down at the two. You both raise your knives and watch as the two scream.

-

“Hey, hey. I’m home!” You call out as you walk into the door with Ethan in toll. “Ethan’s here too!”

Sam meets Mindy’s eyes with a smirk. Mindy rolls her eyes.

“Speak of the devil…Hey!” Her annoyed look turns to one joy seeing you pop into the kitchen. A tight lipped grin on her face.

“What’s up? Smells good in here!” You lean back into Ethan’s chest, his arm wrapped around you.

[water-to-drink]

It’s Called Modern Art

(Summary): Genshin characters see your art and it’s new to them

(Characters): Albedo, Al haitham, and Scaramouche

(A/n): As someone who appreciates art in all of its forms I wonder how modern art be perceived in Tevyat, which seems to have only classical art

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Albedo- Cubism

He’s definitely taken aback by your art style when he first saw it

It wasn’t until he took a closer look at it was when he saw the image in its entirety

As someone who partakes in the arts, mainly landscape and portraits he’s fascinated by your work

His preconception of art before he met you was that a piece has to emphasize harmony and proportions

It amazes him seeing you make an image with a series of cubes and harsh lines with little to no curved lines at all

This isn’t like his crude 3 stroke drawings he would make of Kaeya

He would try to replicate the style to his best ability but can’t capture the essence your works have

Often he would wonder how much can you stylize an object such as a landscape and make it still recognizable

This is an answer that will take him a while to figure out, but in the meantime he’s content to watch your hand move gracefully across the canvas

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Al haitham- Surrealism

Tries to make sense of your work to the best of his ability but can’t

Al haitham prides himself on being a man who can find reason and logic is almost about anything, but your work spits in the face of that

At first would not like because he can’t make sense of no matter how hard he tries

In his words he would rather spend time with his wretched roommate than try to comprehend your art

Tries to watch you while you paint and question you on the themes and motifs to get some idea of the reasoning behind your work

It is until you have to explain to him that the confusion he gets is the point of your work doesn’t have a set interpretation, it’s up the the viewer to make one themselves

Still wouldn’t understand but after dwelling on it he has somewhat turned around in appreciating your art

Probably after a while of viewing your work he will respect your work fully

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Scaramouche- Expressionism

Much like Al haitham, he wouldn’t like when first laid eyes on your art. Though he would be a lot more vocal and critical

You would have to explain to him that your style expresses the painter’s emotions

After getting tired of his bitching and moaning you offered him to paint with you and refused immediately, but begrudgingly accepted after a lot of pestering on your part

At first was super nervous and a bit embarrassed while the both of you paint, his canvas looked like something from an apocalyptic wasteland, showing emotions such as animosity, wrath, fear, sadness, and self loathing. While yours looked peaceful

Once the two of you were done he was reluctant to show you his piece, but eventually relented

You have to reassure him that his art can be for his eyes only and all that matters is that he enjoys the process

Now the two of you paint together

He won’t admit it, but finds it really relaxing to paint what he feels a lot more relax. He still insults people like before but not as harshly

Others have noticed it but decide not to bring it up, a less aggressive scaramouche is a somewhat good scaramouche in their eyes

[yyuangss-main]

❝ROMEO Y JULIETA — SPIDERVERSE HCS

summary ; you ask miguel to rate songs from romeo santos and aventura after finding out he was a fan of him. (headcanon from bailamos juntos)

pairing ; miguel o’hara x hispanic fem!reader (no specific race stated)

note ; 🫡 back to doing my job for us. i’m gonna write miguel a fic based off one of these songs some time aka whenever i get the urge to write a full fic.

obsesión ; ten out of ten

this is a classic. he likes it and listens to it in his free time. of course, really low because he doesn’t want anyone knowing. if he’s not singing it, he’ll just nod his head along to it. pretty much to all his songs from romeo and aventura, you see that he nods his head along to the beat if he’s not dancing or singing. likes to call obsesión aventura’s image but not their best song.

miguel is such a hater of the whole “hello?” or calling parts in general for any song. not just obsesión, but all songs that have that concept. he thinks it’s overused and annoying. so why does it have a solid ten off the bat? because somehow aventura just made it work really well.

he likes that the beat and the instrumental of the song is consistent. it’s what he looks for a lot for. definitely told you to sing judy santos’ part so he could be romeo and you said no. now he’s stuck being judy while you’re romeo.

mi corazoncito ; ten out of ten

this. this is the essence of aventura. he doesn’t care what anyone says, mi corazoncito is the best song from aventura. it’s also his favorite so he listens to it a bit more than the others. in fact, let the man listen to it on repeat and he’ll be fine.

mi corazoncito is the main song he plays whenever he’s hinting that he wants to dance with you. miguel thinks that he’s sneaky when pressing play on the song but you were watching him the whole time as he searched it up. he used to ask lyla to play it but then when she caught on his pattern, she started teasing him about it so now he does it on his own.

he makes you dance with him every time and he sings his favorite lyrics to you. pretty much lives to dance with you. miguel hasn’t said it but he thinks about you whenever this song comes on. it’s his favorite aventura song so please dance it with him.

enseñame a olvidar ; five out of ten

he gives you the biggest side eye when you play this. he hates the whole switch up from bachata to whatever that was in the end. yet he still has it in his playlist? he’s a big fan but can admit when a part isn’t good.

it’s not miguel’s top favorites but he can definitely pull through the song. if you wanna dance with him to it that’s fine with him. he’s just judging that you chose this song out of all the ones you could have picked.

sure, he thinks it’s decent. it’s sounds and feels like an aventura song. but like before, it’s the ending that really ruins the whole vibe for miguel. he thinks it has a great start, great beat, great lyrics, but that ending didn’t do it any justice. not his to go to choice if you ask him.

el malo ; seven out of ten

doesn’t like the laugh at the end. he thinks that there was no reason for that. in fact, any laugh romeo makes in the songs he’ll tell you that he doesn’t like it. he also doesn’t like the intro and the outro. he has literally stopped dancing when those parts come on.

if you guys are by yourselves, he’s quick to skip it when it gets close to the end. he just feels like those parts don’t match the song. he’s told you that before so you weren’t expecting a good rating for the song. though the beat and the way romeo sang is really why it’s in his list of songs and why he still listens to it.

if it’s played at bailes, he gives you a smile while nodding his head to the dance floor so you two can go dance it together. another song where he lowly sings it while focusing on all his screens in his office. sometimes hums it too. it’s catchy, but still has a seven regardless of how many times he listens to it.

un beso ; seven out of ten

an aventura classic. definitely is his top favorite it’s good who doesn’t like this song? play this at a party and everyone’s getting their partners. so pretty much, the only reason miguel took away three points is because they take forever to start singing. the ending also throws him off a little but you like it so he goes along with it.

he loves the lyrics a lot. he thinks they’re really romantic. which led him dedicating it to you once while you were dancing to it alone. told you that you were that woman for him in the song and laughed at how cute your reaction.

un beso is one of the songs he dances with you much closer. this one though, he likes having his arms around your waist with yours around his neck. leans down to your ear and sings a few parts of it. mentions several times that you’re the woman romeo’s singing about. he actually dances this way whenever you two are alone and his eyes are usually closed.

dile al amor ; ten out of ten

you saw him smile a bit when you started playing this song to know what his thoughts were. just turns to you and asks, “bailamos?” that’s if you’re already not dancing with the previous songs 🫡 because trust me, you were.

top five favorites and he likes it when you both start singing the song together. he spins you a lot when it plays. he prefers to have your back against his chest, sometimes just swaying to it when it plays.

he would say it’s somewhat of a comfort song even if the lyrics are contradicting your relationship with him. but it just makes miguel want to hold you and be glad that you’re with him. a classic that you could never go wrong with.

por un segundo ; eight out of ten

he’s not a big fan of the chorus part where they switch from bachata for a split second. that’s all he has an issue with cause it throws him off beat. it feels like it would have been better if it didn’t have it. only reason why he took of two points.

like dile al amor, this is another song where she spins you around a lot. told you once that the song would represent how he feels if he ever lost you for any reason. another song he would play to ask if you want to dance with him.

he’s (not) totally normal about the whole “recuerda, por un beso mi corazoncito tuvo un obsesion,” part. that’s his second reason as to why he told you romeo was better when he was in aventura. you know it’s his favorite part cause you’ll catch him singing the lyrics when he thinks no one his hearing him.

eres mia ; ten out of ten

this. this is the essence of romeo. eres mia is his number one song outside of the aventura era. you hear this playing at bailes or any kind of party most of the time. so you’ll tell him it’s overplayed just to see his reaction and he shrugs, “with good reason.”

he likes everything about it. even the english lyrics which he has expressed distaste for in other songs. he feels that it all goes well with one another. sometimes relaxes in his chair with it playing in the background.

that being said, miguel has eres mia on whenever he’s taking his break to dance with you. prefers to have you much closer to this song. rolls his eyes when he hears you replacing “mia” with “mio” but goes along with it.

“that’s not how the song goes.”

“but you’re still mine so what’s the problem?”

secretly likes it, he won’t ever tell you though.

propuesta indecente ; nine out of ten

he thinks it’s pretty good. he likes it and will dance to it. it’s a song people think of when romeo’s name is said. he’d definitely call it “romeo’s image” but it’s not particularly his favorite. will call it a classic since it’s very popular when it comes to the bachata genre.

his only distaste for the song is, what he calls, the “salsa” beat. whatever you want to call it, it’s what takes the point away from being a solid ten for him. he doesn’t particularly hate it, but he doesn’t particularly like it. miguel’s just not complaining much when the song plays.

you notice he’s a little playful when this song is on. it’s not often but whenever he feels like it, he’ll probably say “hola, me llaman miguel. es un placer conocerla,” just like the song and gives you a kiss on your knuckles. then he’ll bring you in right after to start dancing with you.

imitadora ; winner

if he wasn’t dancing with you then (he totally was when mi corazoncito was on), he’s dancing with you now. you should have seen this coming, miguel loves this song. every time it plays, he always looks over at you with a smirk on his face.

this is another one he plays when he wants to dance. to be exact, all of his romeo santos playlists have imitadora. besides this is what he first danced with you to so yes, it has an even bigger meaning. he’s never gonna let you go during these four minutes.

miguel himself is not sure why he loves it so much. still, this is definitely one of the songs he’s going to have his arms around you. if he’s not dancing with you (which is rare), he’ll just hold you and kiss you. always likes to end it by either dipping you and watching your expression, or bringing you to his chest and kissing you as soon as it’s done.

bonus:

obsesión, english ver ; banned

please don’t ever play it again. he hates it so much. whole time miguel’s trying to pause the song while you keep playing it he’s arguing with you, “eso no es bachata. no me importa si lo canto romeo, eso no es bachata.” (t: that’s not bachata. i don’t care if romeo sang it, that’s not bachata.)

you ask him why he hates it. he just scrunches his nose up at you, “what do you mean? did you not hear the song right now?”

literally pretends that the song doesn’t exist.

you also played this right after imitadora and he stared at you like:

[ciaossu-imagines]

What are some of your favorite horror movies? And which ones you like to recommend to people?

Holy shit! This question makes me so happy but also so…wow, how do I organize this! How can I narrow them down…there’s just so many horror movies I definitely love and would recommend. The different sub-genres within horror and what’s the best to watch from those was considered, but that leaves out some solid horror movies that don’t fit into any particular sub-genre. So I kind of went chronologically, throughout the years…I might be wrong in some of these years, so please forgive me for that. I’ll also definitely have left off a lot of really good ones, so excuse the incompleteness of the list.

So, as mentioned on my other post, gotta start back in the roaring 20’s, when horror really kind of hit the mainstream, with 1922’s Nosferatu. It’s going to seem really boring if you go in expecting a gore-fest like what we get now, but I think it’s a really stand up film for it’s time, with a great atmosphere and feel to it.

All of the classic Universal monster film’s from the 30’s should be checked out. They’re classics for a reason and the horror genre really owes a lot to these early films.

As far as I know, the original that came out then is impossible to find, but you can find versions of 1932’s Freaks and it’s definitely worth checking out. That movie kind of fucked me up, though a lot of the horror in it was the mass exploitation of people who dared to differ from the norm.

As far as I know, the 30’s version of Sweeney Todd was the first time it was on film? Definitely worth checking out, comparing and contrasting to the Johnny Depp version of it. Both are decent in their own ways (though, of course, the stage renditions are the best).

To me, Son of Frankenstein, while considered a horror at the time, was the first horror comedy. At least, I very much have that feel watching it.

While there were a lot of 40’s horror films, the only one I still remember and enjoy is the Abbott and Costello film I recommended in the previous post.

In my opinion, the 50’s had a lot of really great horror films. Watching them now, they do feel campy and kind of B-grade, but I really do think that is part of the appeal to them and it’s also fun to see some of the tropes in horror that are still used to this day. So from that era, I recommend Donovan’s Brain, I Was a Teenage Werewolf, Attack of the 50 Foot Woman, anything with Vincent Price, and Teenagers from Outer Space.

1960 brought us Psycho. Any horror fan should check out Psycho – I consider it a classic and a must watch. I also think that might have been the year The Little Shop of Horrors first came out on film. The original wasn’t bad, though I recommend the later version with Rick Moranis. It had a really great feel to it and was a little more fun than the original.

From the rest of the 60’s…oh, you guys know this one was going to be on here. Rosemary’s Baby, natch. Night of the Living Dead is also one that was obviously going to show up on this list because again – should be considered must-watch for any horror movie lover. Romero and horror – goes hand in hand and especially in terms of zombie tropes…it set up a lot of those. For a surprise from the 60’s though, I do recommend Blood and Black Lace.

The 70’s were great for horror. I definitely recommend the 70’s Wicker Man. If you start to watch Wicker Man and you see Nicolas Cage….press back or do whatever you need to do to turn it off. Then go watch the Wicker Man without Nicolas Cage. You will thank me for that tidbit of advice. Tales from the Crypt, The Exorcist, Jaws, Alien, the OG Carrie, The Omen, the OG The Hills Have Eyes, the OG Suspiria, Dawn of the Dead, I Spit on Your Grave, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Black Christmas, and The Amityville Horror were all fantastic movies from that decade. Plus, the Halloween and Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchises started in this decade and I really recommend those franchises as a whole. Did both of them have some terrible sequels/prequels/remakes? Oh boy, did they! But overall, the franchises are solid. Young Frankenstein is a solid horror comedy and while technically a miniseries, Salem’s Lot from that time is still something I rewatch at least every year or two.

The 80’s brought Freddy fucking Krueger and boy, do I recommend watching the Nightmare On Elm Street franchise. The Chucky franchise also started at that time and I love the really kind of campy, horror comedy feel to that franchise, with some genuinely scary scenes. The Evil Dead is a classic for a reason and definitely a must watch. Just watch every movie in the franchise because at the worst, they’re hilarious, at their best they’re so, so GOOD. Pretty sure Poltergeist is also from the 80’s but if I’m wrong, it’s late 70’s. I love The Lost Boys, at least the original one.  Motel Hell was weird as fuck but pretty decent horror comedy? My favourite horror comedy from the 80’s though has to be April Fool’s Day – definitely one I recommend everyone see at least once. Fright Night from the 80’s was also really good and I actually also enjoy the remake with Colin Farrell. The 80’s also brought a lot of Stephen King adaptions and where I love his writing, I watched a lot of them – Christine, Cujo, Silver Bullet,  Children of the Corn (the OG one is my favourite, though the remake wasn’t absolutely fucking horrific), Pet Sematary, Creepshow…notice The Shining is missing? It’s because I actually don’t really like the movie. I found the book more genuinely scary. One that does have to be mentioned but which I will personally NEVER watch again – Cannibal Holocaust. Don’t eat going into it and be aware that it gets very, VERY violent. If you consider Gremlins a horror movie, it’s on there. I just say it’s a classic Christmas movie you should definitely check out around the season. I watch it every Christmas season.

From the 90’s, starting with a miniseries but the version of IT that still scares me the most? The 90’s miniseries with Tim Curry. It will legit make me cry but that’s because clowns freak me out royally.  But legit, the 90’s and the 00’s was the era I really was just getting into horror, so I struggle to figure out what is me viewing it with a lot of nostalgia and love and what is actually good so I’m going bullet points for these decades:

Se7en – even non-horror fans know THAT scene from this movie, let’s be real, and I think that  makes it have to be on this list.

Village of the Damned

From Dusk Till Dawn

The first Scream came out this decade, as did a couple of the others, but please watch all the franchise except the newest ones. I watched them, not as great as the original run but 1-4…fucking amazing and probably my favourite horror franchise personally.

I Know What You Did Last Summer

The first Blade movie came out in this decade, but I recommend all three.

The Faculty

Urban Legend

House on Haunted Hill

The Sixth Sense really did have an amazing twist, though it looks cheap and played out rewatching or looking back on it. For the time period though – it was an amazing twist.

Sleepy Hollow

American Psycho

Final Destination. Any of the movies in the franchise kind of give me the happy but the first one is probably the best.

Jeeper’s Creepers

Misery

The Leprechan franchise is great horror comedy. I love Warwick Davis.

I recommend the Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie, only because it led to the show and the show was so, so precious to me.

The Silence of the Lambs, naturally.

Candyman, also naturally.

The Frighteners was a fun horror comedy. I just like seeing bad things happen to Michael J. Fox

Sometimes They Come Back

Cube

Cannibal! The Musical is frigging fantastic and a great black comedy

The Craft

Idle Hands is frigging amazing as well for horror comedy.

From the 2000’s:

Ginger Snaps

Thirteen Ghosts

Valentine

28 Days Later

Cabin Fever

Resident Evil as a franchise is hit or miss, but I like the original

The Ring

Wrong Turn

The Grudge

The Saw franchise

Hostel

House of 1000 Corpses and the follow up movies to it

Shaun of the Dead

House of Wax, just for being able to see Paris Hilton die

When a Stranger Calls

1408 (have an odd crush on John Cusack)

30 Days of Night

The Mist

Dead Silence

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Coraline

Zombieland

Cabin in the Woods is from around that time and still one of the best meta-horror comedies I’ve ever seen.

[akaridream]

after dark pt. 3: stakeout (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: cursing, hawks is a big fat flirt, afab reader, mentions of drugs/alcohol

taglist: @inkthgoat @pnsduck @animedreamworlds @melxdig @mizvaun @mysideeffectsofyou

masterlist

From the roof across from the Fukuoka police headquarters, you watched the sun drift lower in the gray sky. Your shadow was long and wind howled in your ear. In the other, you were being entertained by Hawks’ incessant singing.

“And all I am is a man, I want the world in my hands,” he sang, off-key and unabashed through your ear piece.

You pulled your hoodie tight around your ears. “Oh, please don’t ruin The Neighborhood for me too,” you laughed.

“Ruin?” he said, feigning offense. “You get a private karaoke session and this is how you thank me?”

Tired of pacing, you laid down on your stomach, chin on top of your hands, peering over the side of the building. “If I had my way, we’d be listening to an orchestral suite or something.”

“Orchestral suite?” He fake snored, making you scoff.

“Don’t be so uncultured, bird brain,” you sneered. “There’s one called The Planets, it’s actually really cool. Each movement was written to be the personification of the Greek gods they’re-” Hawks snored even louder, but you just talked over him. “It’s actually really interesting!”

He laughed. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Tell me about-”

“Hold on a sec, I’ve got movement.” Your eyes focused on the door of the police station.

“Ugh, finally. Dude is supposed to be on patrol already, not cooped up in the office,” Hawks whined.

“Never mind, it’s not him,” you said, body relaxing.

“Damn. Is surveillance always this boring?” he asked.

“Not when I get to listen to the music I like,” you joked.

“Wow, so ungrateful! But you like The Neighborhood enough to know them at least, right?”

“Yes, I like some popular stuff. But I find long, complex pieces to be more mentally stimulating when I’m working, especially since I’m always alone.”

“So what’s so cool about this Planets piece?” Hawks asked. You could tell he was munching on a snack.

“I don’t want to put you to sleep.”

“You won’t, I like hearing you talk about stuff.” You could hear the smile in his voice. It made your heart stutter.

“Well… Okay,” you resigned. “So each planet has a totally different vibe. Like, Mars is the god of war and that movement is aggressive and bombastic, definitely sounds war-like. But then Venus is next and it’s this ethereal, soft piece with a dreamy feeling. All seven are totally different. So yeah, it’s neat.”

“Sounds cool. Do you have a favorite?”

“That’s tough. Everyone loves Jupiter, and for good reason. It’s bright and vibrant and the main melody is gorgeous. I also really appreciate Saturn, it has this solemn vibe but has this really pretty ending. And I really like the far away, mystical feeling of Neptune, it definitely makes you feel like you’re floating through endless space. But I also can’t overlook the dreamy, almost sleepy sense you get from Venus… Sorry, I’m rambling,” you chuckled, slightly embarrassed.

“No, not at all,” he said. “Like I said, I like hearing you talk. You’ll have to send your favorite one to me, I’ll check it out.”

“Really?” you asked. “You aren’t just making fun of me for liking classical music?”

“Hey, I may joke around a bunch but I promise I’m not making fun of you, angel. You’re smart, so I’m sure you have good taste.”

There’s that word again. Angel. Why does it make my heart stop like that? Wish I had the guts to ask why he insists on calling me that, you thought. But you were too scared to broach the line of flirting just yet, especially since you were on the job. How awkward would the rest of your contract be if he wasn’t interested? Plus, you weren’t kidding when you told him you were chronically single. You had no idea how to act in a relationship, and there was little doubt in your mind that Hawks was experienced. His confidence was proof that he knew just how attractive he was. You’ve never had trouble with emotions before, so get this little crush under control, you told yourself.

“So what do you usually listen to?” you asked.

“Pssh, I dabble in all sorts of stuff. Some pop stuff, some metal, whatever’s good. How about we go for some Local Natives next, they’re a little more indie.”

After the first few bars, you started tapping your foot. “Hm, good bass line,” you said, barely hearing Hawks humming along. “Did you say you like metal?”

“Oh yeah. But I won’t scare you off with that just yet,” he chuckled. “It can get a little intense.”

“Hey, I get it. We all need an outlet for that teenage angst.”

Hawks gave a full-voiced laugh. “For sure! Speaking of angst, you ever get into American Emo stuff?”

“Yeah, quite a bit when I was young,” you said.

“I’ll make us a playlist and we can serenade each other all evening tomorrow. Let me know your requests!”

“Will do,” you said, internally laughing at the thought of Hawks outside your bedroom window with a boom box like in the movies.

Your target finally exited the police station and headed for his patrol vehicle. Hawks turned off the music and switched your headsets to listen in to the police scanner so you could follow the target without needing to trail him directly. While Hawks’ wings were built for speed, yours were not. You followed as closely as you could, taking shortcuts across rooftops to rest your wings while keeping an eye on the streets below.

“Sounds like he’s going to do some detective stuff, probably a follow-up interview,” Hawks said.

“Yep, headed north. Any movement there yet?” you asked.

“Actually, my target just walked out. He’s with two others. Just regular office chit-chat.” He paused. “Seems to be headed to the train station with the others. He gets on at Hakata and heads south to Kasuga, so I’ll just fly there- Well, apparently he forgot something in his office.” He paused again. “But he isn’t going back inside, just standing around looking at his phone. Weird.”

“That is weird. Wonder what his deal is,” you said, thankful that your target had stopped for coffee so you could catch your breath.

“Okay, he’s on the move again. I’m suspicious now, so I might tail him to see which train he gets on.”

Hawks followed his target from the rooftops to the train station, then sent out a feather to discern which direction he would go.

“He’s heading north,” Hawks said, surprised. “That’s unusual. He must not have wanted his co-workers to know where he was going. I’m going to head up to the next station, see if he gets off there.”

Once he reached the next train station, Hawks carefully scanned the crowd, looking for his suspect from the Safety Commission.

“Must have stayed on the train. Hopping up to Hakozaki next.”

“That’s pretty close to where I am. They might be meeting up after all,” you said.

“I’ll be surprised. If they’re links in the Trigger supply chain, it’s pretty bold of them to meet up so soon. I mean, your guy just got caught about a week ago.” Hawks grew quiet in thought as you both flew over the city.

“Just made it to Hakozaki, and I already see him getting off the train,” Hawks said. “He’s heading east towards the river.”

“Shit. So am I,” you said. “You feel confident in getting a clear photo of him whenever he stops walking?”

“I took one of him already, just in the crowd at the station.”

“Really? That’s perfect. Maybe you know what you’re doing after all, Hero,” you said.

“You taught me well, and I may not be as dumb as I look at least.”

“You getting close? I’m across from a fried chicken place we might have to check out,” he asked, kneeling near the edge of the roof.

After tailing the police cruiser for a few more blocks, you spotted crimson wings ahead, despite the dying daylight. You drifted on the wind towards him, your silent wings aiding your stealthy approach.

You smirked and landed several feet behind him, your boots crunching the gravel giving away your position. He whipped around, slightly startled.

“Damn, your wings really are silent! You’d make for a bad-ass stealth hero, you know.” The way his bright eyes raked over your form made you self-conscious, but his smile told you he was pleased with what he saw. “The all-black outfit really suits you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh please. You’re laying it on a bit thick, don’t you think?”

“Laying what on thick?” He stood and drew near to you, flashing a coquettish grin.

“You’re such a flatterer, Hawks.”

He brushed away a strand of hair stuck to your hood. “What, I’m not allowed to compliment you?”

You blushed and couldn’t hide your smile. “We are co-workers, you know.”

“Yeah, for now.” His flirty tone made your cheeks flare to life further. No guy had ever shown you attention like this. He must just be this way with everyone. Can’t let myself think I’m anything special compared to the number three hero in the country.

You walked to the edge of the building together, peering over to the street below. Hawks’ target from the Safety Commission looked around, then spotted the police cruiser pulling over near the next intersection. He began walking with purpose.

“Think I should head down to street level and try to listen in?” you asked.

Hawks shook his head. “Don’t want you to get spotted. I’ll send down a feather.” He handed your digital camera over to you. “Try and get some pics of them together without going all the way down there.” Despite his typical lighthearted demeanor, Hawks’ tone was serious and his eyes narrowed in focus.

You nodded, both of you watching the man below. Without a word, he entered the police vehicle.

“Well, that tears it, huh?” Hawks asked, sending a red feather down to rest on the roof of the car.

You fluttered over to a lower roof to take pictures of the pair. Thanks to the street noise, you couldn’t make out any of their conversation. Hopefully Hawks’ feathers are as useful as they seem. Your camera shutter clicked away as they conversed. After taking a sufficient number of photos, you returned to Hawks’ side.

“They’re working together, and it’s definitely related to Trigger,” he said, eyes closed in concentration. “They’re surprisingly confident despite the report last week. Yamamoto- the PSC guy says he can supply more on Thursday. Officer Mori says that’s fine. They’re going to meet at Bay 7 at the docks, 10 pm. No correspondence until then.”

“Damn. You were dead on, then.”

Yamamoto exited the vehicle and hailed a cab. Hawks’ feather darted from the police cruiser to the roof of the cab, listening in.

“Sounds like he’s headed home now. Must be making serious cash if he can afford a cab for that distance,” Hawks said. He recalled his feather and stood, rubbing the stubble on his chin. You watched the gears turn in his mind and couldn’t stop the thought of how incredibly handsome he was. His large hands, strong jaw, glimmering eyes… He chewed his lip in thought, making you subconsciously lick your own lips. He is not making this easy for me… He’s too fucking hot.

As if he could sense your stare, he caught your eye. “You okay?” he asked, voice low.

Mortified at being caught, you shook your head. “Yeah, I’m fine, sorry. Just thinking.” Suddenly warm, you lowered your hood, trying to get the cool air to circulate around your burning ears.

“Yeah, I was too. Have to wonder if there’s anyone else in the PSC or the police department involved or if it’s just the two of them. We should try and figure out who Yamamoto is getting his supply from and when.”

“Yes, I agree. Perhaps we can dig up some intel tomorrow or Wednesday, then catch the hand-off Thursday night,” you suggested.

He nodded. “Yeah, good plan.” He sighed and shrugged. “Well, I guess that’s as much as we can do for now. But hey, I’m glad we got what we were looking for.”

You snorted. “Yeah, me too. Can’t believe it went so well, actually. I almost never get anything usable on the first night.”

“For real? Then we should spent the rest of the evening getting some dinner to celebrate our first success!” he said with a brilliant grin. “I think that fried chicken place is open til nine!”

“We’ve only been at it for a couple hours now and you’re already done for the evening? We could go back to my office and start looking for info,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Well, I’ve been doing hero work all day and I’m starving! And your office is aaaall the way across town. We’ve already made progress, so I think we deserve a little reward. So, what do you say? Join me?” he asked, extending a hand towards you.

“Have you forgotten that you’re super famous? I can’t be seen with you in public!” you said, more harshly than you meant it.

“Aw, angel,” he pouted. “You aren’t going to let me take you out?” He tilted his head like a curious puppy.

Had it been anyone but the ever-charming and undeniably attractive Hawks, you might have scoffed. Instead, you sighed and relented.

“Do they have takeout?” you asked.

Hawks beamed. “Sure do! What sounds good to you?”

“Whatever you’re having, so long as it isn’t too spicy,” you said.

Hawks started punching the restaurant’s number into his phone. “You know, my apartment isn’t too far from here. We could always take this back to my place to eat, if you get tired of eating on rooftops.”

Your eyes grew wide. “You’re trying to get me to go back to your place on our first night of work?” you chuckled, assuming he was joking.

Realizing how his words had come off, he stammered. “Oh shit, uh- That’s not how I meant for it to come out at all! I mean- Yeah, I’m placing an order for pick-up, please.” His cheeks burned a lovely shade of red to resemble his feathers. He rubbed the back of his neck and you laughed silently as he fumbled through the dinner order. So he finally breaks the confident persona, only to come off even more endearing. He’s so cute my heart might explode.

He hung up the phone and turned back to you bashfully. “Should be ready in ten minutes,” he said, swallowing hard and chuckling. “Sorry, I really didn’t mean it like I was trying to hit on you or anything.” He paused. “Uh- Not that I wouldn’t hit on you, I mean, you’re gorgeous! But taking you back to my place would be-”

You laughed. “Hawks, relax, okay? I’m not mad or anything.” He calmed down and laughed with you. He thinks I’m gorgeous?

“Good. Sooo, you don’t mind me hitting on you then? Just a little?” he asked, cocking a brow up.

Your heart soared and you gave a coy smile. “Oh, if you must. So long as we’re done working.” You met his eyes, bravely returning his flirtatious spark.

“Yeah? Like… Everyday when we’re done, or after our little contract is up?” he asked eagerly.

“Geez, you are so impatient!”

“Yeah, maybe I am.” He shrugged. “But what can I say, you really are gorgeous.”

You couldn’t maintain eye contact, so instead you raked your eyes over his body. “Oh, shut up. But… You aren’t so bad yourself, bird brain.”

A soft blush bloomed across his cheeks and he shrugged. “Eh, I try not to look like a total wreck at least. While we wait, you wanna show me that planet orchestra you were talking about?” he asked

“Yeah. I may not be the brightest bird, but I like to be open to new things.”

You smiled and pulled out your phone as you sat on the ledge. “I’ll play it through the headsets, okay? This one’s Jupiter, I think you’ll like it best.”

Hawks sat down next to you, his wings puffed up to block the biting wind. They were much larger than yours, but they didn’t intimidate you as they had upon your first meeting. Now, they were your shield.

The song began with a jovial burst of energy. The driving percussion and triumphant brass energized you, and you found it hard to sit still without conducting an invisible orchestra with your fingers.

“Sounds like a movie,” Hawks remarked.

You nodded. “Yeah! A ton of modern film composers have been influenced by this suite.” You closed your eyes, allowing your head to sway with your favorite passage.

Hawks was trying to pay attention to the music. He really was. But he was far more enraptured by you. Your excited heartbeat, your soft scent, your angelic wings nestled within his own. The elegant music only emphasized his infatuation with your beauty. He knew you would eventually open your eyes and catch him staring, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You sat in comfortable quietness, enjoying the music together. You felt Hawks’ arm gently resting against yours, pinky nestled against yours. Butterflies surged in your gut as you allowed yourself to lean into him. He provided warmth, deep in your chest and relief from the cool wind. As the lengthy song neared conclusion, you opened your eyes. Hawks’ golden irises sparkled in the dim light, his gaze soft and attentive. He glanced at your lips, but turned his head away.

Was he… Thinking about kissing me? Or am I totally misreading him? I have to be over-thinking it. He’s a flirt with everyone, right? Gotta keep this professional. Probably shouldn’t have said he could hit on me.

As silence filled the air once more, you opened your mouth to speak. Hawks’ stomach gave a noisy growl, sending you both into a laughing fit.

“Right on cue, as always!” he said.

He stood and offered his hands to you, helping you to your feet. Not letting your hands go, he pulled you close.

“Would it be super cheesy to say that song was almost as beautiful as you?” he asked with a cheeky smirk.

You giggled. “Yes, extremely.”

He laughed too and brushed his thumb over the back of your hand. “Guess I’ll just keep it to myself then. Back in a few with dinner.”

As he fluttered down to the street, your heart hammered against your ribs. You rested your icy fingers against your burning cheeks. He is such a dork. An absolutely adorable dork.

part 4

[copyquat]

Having lightcannon feelings so may i present you with:

Random SG Lightcannon Headcanons From Someone Who Has Never Read Official SG Material (aka, me ranting about how these two exist rent free in my head)

-they go to a private school. this is only really important because i really like the idea of jinx calculating exactly how much effort she needs to put in to stay in the same school as lux while doing as little as possible

-jinx is still the smartest person in class though and it kinda bugs lux that she puts so much effort in to her schooling while jinx puts the absolute minimum knowing she could easily have as good if not better grades

-on to more actual relationship stuff lux is a lot less uptight with jinx than you’d expect at least before becoming saviors of the planet. jinx is the only person she knows and trusts she doesn’t have to be the perfect child around and having spent so long around jinx she’s developed a bit of a gremlin side

-she has absolutely asked jinx for help sneaking out to watch a movie or go to a concert and has on a lot more than one occasion been a willing accomplice in jinx’s mayhem

-she has also occasionally been the one to instigate the chaos i.e. she sometimes goes up to jinx like “these assholes deserve it how do we get back at them?”

-auntie jinx is so proud

-their relationship starts to deteriorate a bit when they become star guardians, jinx only joined because lux did and they’re joined at the hip (they promised to stay together “till the end of the world” when they were kids) but lux feels the need to be responsible because of they whole protecting the world thing

-jinx has for the longest time only ever cared about staying with lux but lux having daily training and getting on her case for not taking being a star guardian super seriously is starting to bug her

-lux on the other hand is stressed trying to be the perfect child and the perfect leader and started bottling her feelings up, at times lashing out at jinx cause she’s unfortunately an easy target (she always regrets it immediately if not soon after doing so) and is also maybe having a bit of gay panic when jinx disappears for the first time and she realizes she might like her best friend a bit more than she “should”

-this is not at all made better when ezreal becomes a star guardian and classic jinx jealousy starts to boil up

-on ez i like the idea that while he is interested in lux he eventually realizes “omg these bitches gay” and starts to wingman for them :P

-lux doesn’t realize jinx definitely has feelings for her as well until she has an argument with poppy about how jinx doesn’t care about saving the world. lux insists she does but poppy goes off “no she doesn’t! she cares about you! she joined because YOU did, she keeps coming back cause YOUR STILL HERE, and every time she looks at you she’s got these big stupid lovesick puppy eyes! im sick off watching you two dance around each other just fucking kiss already!”

-lux is flabbergasted at the idea jinx might (definitely) feels the same way but also feels guilty about being the reason jinx put herself in such a dangerous role to begin with

-jinx on the other hand naturally has self worth issues and doesn’t feel she’s good enough for lux and is absolutely terrified of lux not wanting to be her friend anymore

-sometimes after she runs away she has a meltdown terrified that this was the last straw and when she goes back lux will have had enough of her

-but lux can’t ever get enough of jinx though of course. they’re best friends after all and they promised they’d be together forever, till the end of the world…

-some other minor things when lux can get mimi into not a wand form she joins shiro and kuro’s mischief making and is unnaturally fine with whatever the balls of chaos do (i wonder who this is supposed to represent :P)

-i like the idea of vi having purple hair in the sg universe since most characters have different hair colors and i think itd be funny for sg vi and jinx to have swapped their canon hair color hues and also it still fits with her name

-i also like the idea of before vi eventually shows back up into jinx’s life cait is kinda a big sister for jinx

-she’s a local cop and once helped jinx with a panic attack when she was younger and now has a soft spot for her despite her many many trouble making misadventures

-when jinx was moving in with her team she had to carry all her stuff on foot cause she doesn’t have a car and cait saw her and offered to help

-jinx ended up being the first one fully moved in and absolutely rubbed it in poppy’s face :P

[bella-goths-wife]

Wait, could you do one where the lost boys (dads au) where their daughter ( teen years at this point) A. Takes a sip of the wine bottle thinking it was actually wine and just wanted fk try it, or B. Finds a love interest (ideally a lot aggressive bad boy like they are cuz the hypocritical dad logic there would be hilarious)

✨ Thank you ✨

Teen reader gets a aggressive bad boy boyfriend

“David we need to talk” star announced as she pushed her way into the boys personal room

“What now star?” He says annoyed, trying to continue his only romantic time of the week when he and the boys can have a a date night of sorts

“You can’t keep letting our child go out at night, I know your trying to prepare them for being a vampi-“ she was quickly cut off

“I what? I’ve not given them permission to leave the cave at night ever?” He says confused

“Well (y/n) told me you told them to go out more at night to get them prepared for when they turn in a few years, they wouldn’t lie to me David” star says with an edge to her voice, as if she’s trying to convince herself more than anything

David raises an eyebrow before turning around to his boys and giving them a pointed look

“We’ll sort it star” Marko says quickly, trying to not panic

“But-“ star tries again

“We said we’ll sort it” Dwayne snaps as he stands up to show dominance with his large size

Star stormed off defeated, she couldn’t help but feel guilty that she got you in trouble. You shouldn’t have lied to her

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The boys waited until the next night that you attempted to sneak out, they observed you from the shadows of the top of the cave as you went about your trickery

They noticed your outfit choice was a strange one for a hot summer night, you wore an oversized jumper and baggy jeans with what looked like ankle boots

They watched as you told star that you were going out, per David’s false orders. You even complained a bit to really pull off the act, they had to admit you were good.

They followed you from the sky as you wandered the boardwalk before reaching your destination, a tattoo shop

You ran in and the boys knew they would have to wait and watch from the shop window.

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You ran into the tattoo shop excitedly before you saw the reason for your quick pace.

“Jamie” you yell excitedly as you see your boyfriend in the tattooing chair, you flop down into his free arm and giggle as you see his eyes light up

“Hello gorgeous” he kisses your cheek lovingly and pets your hair

“Have you missed me?” You said playfully

“Uh huh more than anything baby” he teases back before planting a cheeky kiss on your lips.

“I have to finish up here if you want to use the staff bathroom to get changed and then we’ll get a bite to eat” James said whilst stroking soothing patterns into your hand.

“Okay” you rush off into the bathroom and see a bag for you to put your stuff in ready on the side.

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You and James met 8 months again and it definitely wasn’t love at first sight. James was a classics bad boy and because of your fathers, you tend to avoid boys like that, knowing how toxic they can be.

It wasn’t until James rescued you from some creeps when you were partying with some friends that you even talked to him without insulting each other. He knocked the guy out when he tried touching you inappropriately and took you back to ‘your house’ (grandpa max’s house, you couldn’t have him knowing you lived in a cave)

This sparked a friendship which quickly turned a relationship after a night of dancing turned into a night of kissing. You had fallen completely in love with James, you knew that everyone else saw an aggressive rule breaker and you saw the same, but you also saw him deeper than that, you knew his aggressive behaviour sparked from protectiveness rather than anger.

You opened up to James about your home life, how you were scared of being alone with some family members, how one of your dads was distant and how everyone in the family Ignored the obvious problems you were facing. (You left out having multiple vampire dads)

He accepted your baggage and even offered to run away with you, you initially rejected as you couldn’t face leaving your mother and Dwayne, but you are slowly beginning to be convinced though you would never admit it to anyone, not even yourself.

You and James had a typical routine of staying together on the boardwalk before he takes you home and you cuddle until 2AM because you would have to get home before your fathers got back and didn’t hear your heartbeat.

James adored you in every way, you were the one thing that gave him genuine joy, you were his sunshine, his gorgeous little princess. He’d die for you, he’d kill for you, he would do anything to make you smile.

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The boys watched you emerge from the tattoo and breathed a sigh of relief that you didn’t come out with any bandages from a tattoo on you.

The relief was short lived when they took notice of what you were wearing. You had on a black crop top with black denim shorts, fishnets, black boots and a oversized leather jacket that was clearly not yours.

They were shocked, who bought you those clothes because it wasn’t them also, why would you wear them. You were much to young to wear clothing like that.

Then they saw a boy by your side who quickly put his arm around your shoulder as you walked. The boys were disgusted, was this creep trying to take advantage of their baby? It wasn’t until they saw you smile and laugh with the boy they realised you weren’t being taken advantage of, you were enjoying your time with the boy

The boys were curious so they followed you more before they would reveal themselves, they followed you to the board walk where you stood with this boy in front of a food truck and ordered.

They noticed how people would part themselves for this boy to walk with you. The boys had only ever seen people do this with them and it would have to be two or more, what made this boy so intimidating that people would actively avoid him.

You tried to pull your cash out to pay for your food but the boy shooed your hand away and pulled out his cash to pay, you giggled at the boy and leant into him in a loving way.

You looked at this boy with pure adoration, it reminded David of how you would look at him when you were younger. You used to look at him as if he was a god, with nothing but love in your eyes. Nowadays you mostly looked at him with anger or sadness.

As the boys were distracted, a group of young men came up behind you and one of them smacked your ass on the way. The boys were outraged, they went to jump up and rescue you but they were beat by James shielding you before he grabbed the man by the collar and smashed his face into the food truck.

James took on the group of boys and left each of them a bloody mess, some with broken noses and some with lost teeth. The boys looked at you and expected you to be disgusted by this act of violence, but when they looked at you, you had a blank expression which moulded into concern when you looked at the state of the boys hand. You rooted through your bag before pulling out pain killers and some bandages.

The boys were shocked, you planned for this? How often does this happen? Do you enjoy the violence? Who the fuck were you right now?

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“You didn’t have to do that for me you know” you said gentle as you gripped the ice from your drink and wrapped it into a napkin before resting it on Jamie’s now bruised and bandaged hand.

“They shouldn’t have touched you” he said angrily, still heated at what the man did to you.

“You can’t just fight everyone who touches me you know?” You said jokingly

James takes your hand seriously and looks into your eyes with an unidentified emotion swirling around in them.

“I would kill for you y’know” he says seriously “I hate everyone but you, can’t go losing the best thing to ever happen to me”

“I know jamie” you reassured “I just don’t want you to get in trouble again, I don’t want to be alone again” you smile at him sadly

James pulls you to rest your head on his chest as he leans his chin on top of your head.

“That would never happen” he reassured you gently “can’t go getting rid of me now I love you” he teased lovingly

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The boys retreated to the cave and sat in contemplation of what they just witnessed.

“This is fucked” Paul says after a twenty minute silence

“Paul” marko tries tiredly but is cut off

“No, this is seriously fucked” he begins a rant “this is some daddy issues shit. That little brat is exactly like us”

“Don’t be weird paul, that’s disgusting” Dwayne states

“No I’m serious right now” paul tries again “she’s practically dating a younger us and it’s Fucking weird”

“Don’t say they’re dating, we don’t know that yet” marko says sharply

“What more proof do you need, for her to stick her tongue down his throat?” Paul yells and winces at his own words.

“Don’t talk about her like that, she’s still a kid” Dwayne says trying to deny your growing up

“Dwayne, kids don’t wear crop tops and fishnets” paul yells “kids don’t make out with boys and sit on boys laps”

“SHUT UP” David yells, disgusted at the memory of you having an intimate moment with someone who was clearly your lover

“We have to come up with a plan on how to deal with this” David states with a sadistic smile as he thought of all the ways to get rid of the problem.

You should be on your way home by now….

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Part two coming Soon!

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