#1one

[roguetelepaths]

Prev out there saying everything about fandom that I've been afraid to say.

I genuinely think Mouthwashing fandom is a good example on how real life misogyny is very wired on people brains and influenced how they engage with fictional misogyny.

You have a story about a woman being assaulted and telling a man he trusted but being dismissed because he is friends with the attacker, and people fixate on shipping her with either of those me.

You have a story about how men that downplay their male friends violence, assume neutrality is the safer option, unintentionally help create an environment that's unsafe to vulnerable people, at a risk becoming a victim themselves. And people make it about toxic yaoi.

You have a character kill herself because she didn't want birth the child of her abuser. And people make AUs where she happily keep the baby.

Misogyny isn't just "I hate this women", it's also downplaying their trauma, defending those who caused it, and reducing them to mothers or wives against their wished under this idea of what womanhood is about.

I don't think we can separate fandom misogyny from it's real world influence, not yet.

[jessicawilliam02]

Have you ever been in a tight spot and thought, “If only I could get a loan without the whole rigmarole of finding someone to vouch for me”?

[babanasaur]

trains fullbody 1

One of the train dragons in a fullbody! This character is owned by Vel

[savannahsdeath]

Can't stop thinking about sporty!Ellie and cheerleader! reader, and I love love love your writing style, would you mind writing smth about em? <33

first of all THANK YOU💞and of course 🙏

SOCCER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X CHEERLEADER!READER

part 1one

part 2two

mdni please<3

summary: ellie, as one of the best soccer players in the campus, is used to get everything she wants..until you

warnings: 18+!! please

writers note: i had this idea for a long time and i literally waited for someone to ask about it omg i just cant decide wether to make a part2 or not😓

"so it's not just gonna happen like that,

'cause I ain't no hollaback girl"

You and other cheerleaders had a rehearsal while one of your school soccer teams practised in the field behind you. This whole 'rehearsal' was just an excuse to meet and watch the footbal game, as you all already knew every move of your not-complicated plan.

You sat on one of the benches, listening to your friends talk, as you watched the players run after each other. She rolled up her shirt to 'wipe the sweat off of her forehead' but everyone knew it's just an attempt to show of her toned body. For a second she revealed hers simple, black, sports bra. Some girls, obviously the lesbian ones, started giggling and biting their lips, even though Williams didn't seem to care. You could proudly admit you're the only one who wasn't eating out of her hand - your friend had to nudge your arm with her elbow, whispering little; "Look at her!" to make you give Ellie some attention.

"That's disgusting." You mumbled, clearly meaning girls' reaction, not the girl herself.

"What? Why does that even matter?" Asked Lucy, nudging you once more. "Just look at her. Look at that body. Don't you want that for yourself?" She chuckled, and you frowned, but you couldn't help but stare at the attractive girl on the field. Her skin glistened in the summer sun, and her abs were defined in the most distracting way possible. Suddenly, the soccer practice wrapped up, and Ellie walked over to the group of girls. Lucy winked at you. "Enjoy the show."

"Hi, ladies." She playfully greeted your group.

"Heyyy, Ellie." Lucy said with a grin. The other girls in the group greeted her warmly as well, but you remained quiet.

She glanced over at you and smiled, noticing your silent and slightly annoyed expression. "Not feeling well?" She asked, her smile becoming a teasing smirk.

You couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes. "I'm just fine." You murmured, your gaze shifting to Ellie for a short second.

Her teasing smirk grew wider. "Oh, come on. You can look at me longer than that." She chuckled, raising her eyebrows at you. Ellie leaned in closer, and you could feel the heat on her body as she spoke. "Isn't it a little weird that you haven't been checking me out like all the other girls here?"

"They're the weird ones. Drooling at the sight of you kicking a ball." You pointed at each one, making fun of them, just like always. They all laughed as you turned back to Ellie, fixing your skirt.

"That's fair." Ellie smirked again, leaning closer, which caused your friends to make 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing' noises. Suddenly, she bent down and picked up your water bottle. "Mind if I take a sip?" She asked but before you could answer, she was already unscrewing it. You couldn't help but awkwardly look down as her lips touched the spot that yours usually occupied.

"No, actually, I do mind that." You exclaimed, trying to reach for the bottle. But Ellie stepped back, teasing you with it, as if it was some kind of game.

"Aw, come on. Sharing is caring, right?" She said, still smirking.

"You're ridiculous." You said, glaring at Ellie. She laughed, not at all bothered by the tension between the two of you.

Luccy shook her head and whispered; "Jesus, she's so into you."

"Into me? She's ruining our practices with those little antics!" You shouted in a whisper, trying to make it seem unsuspectingly.

"Yeah - to get your attention. Can't you see that?" She stopped for a second, trying to come up with any examples. "Do you remember when you missed one of our meetings? She came to us, immediately asking 'Where's your leader, girls?' even though two other girls weren't there too! But of course she noticed your absence first." She seemed to notice the look on your face - the 'shut up, you're overreacting' one, so she quickly continued; "And when we told her you had to go to the doctor she looked worried. Fucking worried! Can you beli-...?"

Your friend stopped speaking as she saw Ellie getting closer again. She gave you your water back and ruffled your hair, sitting in front of you.

You knew what's going to happen - as soon as other girls will stop paying attention to her, she'll start tease, compliment, sometimes taunt you for a while. Before she could make any comment on your 'too tight top' or 'too insipid water', you stood up and hugged Lucy, murmuring simple; "I'm tired, I'll go home earlier." You waved to the rest of the group and went to an empty, as always in the afternoon, dressing room.

Instead of changing back to 'everyday clothes', you sat down and started pointlessly scroll through the internet. You got so caught up in reading one of the 'See if your cat is healthy!' articles (you don't have a cat) that only someones' footsteps brought you down to earth. You went into one of the changing rooms, hoping to finally dress up, but you were still focused on your phone.

Eventually, someone started speaking.

"I don't know, it's weird. Cheerleaders weren't supposed to be so stubborn." You heard Ellie's voice, followed by her footsteps. It sounded like she was nervously pacing around the room. "I mean, they aren't, just the leader. The prettiest, yet the hardest to get." A pause. "What? No! She's definitely into girls. She was dating the captain of the rival's team.. What was her name again?" Another pause. "Right, Vi. What does she has, that I don't?" And another pause, much longer this time.

Vi was your ex girlfriend - you two broke up after she cheated on you. There was a huge drama going on, almost everyone in school turned out to be involved. It was long ago though, you already moved on.

You frowned, trying to hold back your amusement. Ellie's voice was almost... desperate.

She laughed, breaking your thoughts. "I know, I know! But jesus, what is wrong with her? I make it so obvious!... What? Of course, I'm not saying- Look, she's not easy, that's the best part. I don't remember anyone else reacting so negatively to my teasing comments. Her friend told me-... Hush, that's what I'm saying!"

You froze. Of course she was talking about you, you knew she does. Her teammates or other cheerleaders always tell you when she does. 'Ellie was asking, if you-' this, 'Ellie asked me to tell you-' that. She could have everyone she'd want to, except you. That's why she was so obsessed with you, you expected her to rant about it. What catched you off-guard was 'Her friend told me-'. Lucy knew everything about you - the fact you hate Ellie's attitude but it turns you on at the same time, too. The fact you don't check her out in public isn't because you don't find her attractive, quite the opposite - you don't want to get distracted, too. How much of those embarrasing behaviours Ellie may know about from your dear friend?

The call ended but you could still hear her pacing around.

'What am I doing? I'll just change up and go home, like nothing happened ' you thought. And that would be really the best option but when you looked around, you realised you left your backpack outside.

Ellie seemed to notice that too, muttering some curse words.

There was no point in hiding. You came out and tossed your phone to your bag. Her eyes awkwardly followed you, she was waiting for you to speak up.

"I may accidentally overhear something." You said, pretending to look for something in your backpack.

"I figured that out already." She said sarcastically.

"Well..." You turned around to face her. "What do you expect from me?"

She chuckled, her embarrassment fading away. "Any reaction would be good. I just need to know..." She took a few steps towards you and thought about it for a moment, before adding; "Or you can pretend you heard nothing."

Now it was your turn to laugh. "And let you get away with it? No, thanks. That was fucking weird, you should feel bad. Who were you even talking to? Your mom?"

She smirked, leaning on the table you were standing near to. "A teammate, actually. You know Riley? Or are you so busy pretending you're not staring at me the whole practices that you don't remember any other players?"

You decided to ignore her last question. "Oh yeah, yeah, Riley. She's the blonde haired one, right?" You asked, pretending to remember.

"No, she's not. Whatever." Ellie leaned in closer, putting her elbows on the table and looking you in the eyes. "Look, I won't pretend that I wasn't talking about you. I like you, okay? Simple as that."

"Here you are, all that just for shits and giggles." You said, still grinning, obviously taking it as a joke. It's Ellie fucking Williams, of course she's just messing around! "You're lucky I'm not completely cruel, or I'd punch you by now."

Ellie smirked at you, her eyebrows still raised. She seemed to enjoy teasing you, but there was a seriousness in her eyes that she tried to hide. You wondered if she was just flirting, or if these feelings truly meant something to her. "Why won't you just kiss me instead?"

You rolled your eyes.

Ellie was persistent, that was for sure. She was also gorgeous, which only made her all the more seductive. "Why not?" she asked with a grin.

"Because I don't go around kissing every girl that flirts with me." You laughed.

"Am I not special enough for you?" She pouted. She was still a flirty mess, but now you were starting to think she might mean this. She was actually asking you for a kiss, as if she expected you to say yes.

"I don't kiss just anybody." You said, trying to be as serious as possible. "You're going to have to earn it."

Ellie raised her eyebrows, clearly intrigued by your response. She looked at you with a sly smirk, and you could tell she really wanted that. "How do I earn it?" She asked, getting closer to you.

"Win the tomorrow's match." You patted her back and left, not waiting for her reaction.

Tomorrow's match - two best teams and leaders rivaling - Ellie and the well known Vi.

[keline11]

When you raise a kid together, you share the same braincells.

Death-duo shares 3 braincells, philza has 2two and missa 1one.

Philza: *Riding a bike across the wall* "Would I take fall damage if I rode this off the edge of the wall?.... I am not testing it... we are not testing it."

3tree days later while doing water-drops/water bucket clutch.

Missa: *Riding a bike* "I kind of got an idea." *Jumps off the wall while riding the bike*

Also, at first I was thinking that it was very nice of philza to jump with missa, in case he got down, but now that I think about it maybe he just wanted to see it from a close distance.

<tres

[takemealivelh]

takemealivelh’s masterlist

LUKE

1.what are you doing after this? - 2.is that for me? - 3.she’s friend-zoning you so hard - 4.what are you doing here? - 5.upstairs - 6.what are you saying? - 7.can we talk? 8.we’re not done here yet, okay? 9.what do we do then?

Bruised Knuckles *tw: racism

Don’t hog the blanket

Vinyl Magic

Who would you be today?

1. i bet you look cute *mild smut

sweetheart *smut

are you dating more people? 

midnight city pt 1 *smut

you wanna get high? *smut

you want me to fuck you in your car? *smut

don’t do that

send me more pictures *smut

you win some, you lose some *smut

tidal wave *smut

easier to blame

you want a napkin with that? (part one) *smut - you wanna wait till tonight? (part two) *mild sexual content

stay out of trouble *smut

heart is gonna flatline *smut

- Concepts -

fuck me at a quarter to three + choker

MICHAEL

I Can Tell You A Secret

Raspberry Chocolate Milkshake

One Night Stand Pt. 1One Night Stand Pt. 2 One Night Stand Pt. 3 *smut

ASHTON

You’re in Trouble *smut

I think I adore you

You are a gem

I told you not to fall in love with me

Battle of the Bands Pt. 1 Battle of the Bands Pt. 2 *smut

Señorita

that doesn't mean i don't want you *smut

CALUM

Cat’s got your tongue?

Hummingbird

I really need to see you smile right now

- Concepts -

let’s fucking dance

[daleketer]

Ah, this is awkward. For me. High school was a horrible time for me.

To make matters worse, I am a teetotaler.

I know I'm not supposed to root for the monster but I felt a sensation of disappointment at the kids escaping.

As for the story itself, it's not clear if the characters are the ones in the art or if those are investigators who came to find the young kids.

And you wrote this daily for 31 days? Impressive. I am very proud of you for finishing Love is Stranger Than Fiction and Newberry at Night and continuing to work on Skeleton Keeper for years. Your persistence and determination are admirable.

Don’t fuck it up.

This would be a career best, a game changer, the absolute most single iconic moment in the history of Newberry High. His picture would be plastered on the front page of the school newspaper come Monday morning, provided, he didn’t fuck it up. Tied against their rival school, the South City Badgers, with three seconds left on the game clock, a breeze moving the goal flags in a solid direction of North-west, Derek stared down the field at thirty-five yards from the end zone. The last touchdown was succeeded by what could only be described as a miracle, the one point to spare both teams the grueling plight of overtime was all but one swift kick away. His heart thundered in his chest, the sound pounding in his ears, deafening him to the cries and shouts of the spectators in the bleachers, each side of the field flanking him in a cacophonous symphony of vocalized excitement and anticipation.

Two steps to the left, a large breath into his nervous lungs, and the snap was made. Derek saw the ball coming, the familiar sight shifting into motion the timing and rhythm of his body, for like a well-oiled machine, practiced precision took over, and in an automatic state of function, he kicked the football with all his worth. End over end the ball tumbled over itself as it soared through the air, and Derek, along with the watchful eyes of the spectators, looked on in a trance held in bewilderment as the football perfectly cleared the goal posts. He didn’t hear the whistle signaling the end of the game, for in fact, he hadn’t recognized the game was even over until his team surrounded him with jubilant proclamations, practically carrying the dumbstruck kicker on their shoulders in a mobbed parade of celebration.

Eventually, through the helpful jostling of his teammates, time caught up with Derek, and he, too, was wonderfully pulled into the flood of victory. His fist pumped into the air, his shouts of joy mixing with those around him, the festive cries of tribute drifting off and evaporating into evening’s chilled air.

“I’ve never felt so alive!” Derek shouted into the sky, his breath wafting upwards, icing into fog as he titled his head back. With a heartfelt sigh, he draped his arm over the shoulders of his doting girlfriend Monica, who walked beside him in her skimpy cheerleader’s uniform, together leaving the sports annex to venture across the parking lot.

“I cheered so hard for you,” Monica gleefully shared, nuzzling into her sweetheart, both from affection as well as to escape the chill of October’s first night.

“I know you did. Thanks, babe.” He leaned over, planting a kiss on her head.

“Yeah, yeah, all hail the big game’s hero,” droned one of Derek’s teammates, lazily meandering over towards the couple to join them in their walk. “He may have spunk, but he’s no quarterback, that’s for sure.”

“Shut up, Jordan. Team couldn’t have won tonight without me,” Derek laughed.

“Keep telling yourself that, honey,” said the cheerleader hugging an arm around Jordan’s waist, popping her gum and flashing a million dollar smile.

“Leslie, I am in love with your eyeshadow,” Monica cooed, ogling over the upper classman’s frosted eyelids. The girls quickly clumped together, Leslie sharing the influencer’s handle where she learned the new tutorial while the football players exchanged a few more chummy barbs with one another.

“Where’s Brad? It’s cold as sin out here,” griped Derek, plunging his hands into the pockets of his letter jacket.

“Dude, calm down. He’ll be here,” Jordan replied.

“Babe, I’m cold,” Leslie whined.

“Man, this is the last time I wait with youannoying guys. Next week, I’m going to the Spot by myself.”

“Idle threats,” Leslie huffed with a smirk, calling Jordan’s bluff. With an eye roll, the irritated lineman turned towards the street, desperately looking for the signature headlights of the oversized pickup truck. The four teens huddled close under a street lamp in the school parking lot where they stopped to wait for their tardy friend to take them all to the Spot, the place where they customarily celebrated evening’s victories over a shared case of beer---a gift which was generously provided from an unsuspecting father’s garage stash. Just as Jordan was about to pull out his cellphone to send an irate text, the roar of heavy exhaust caught his ears, and turning into the vacant parking lot seconds later was the giant, black, four-door pickup truck, the blue tinged LED high beams flooding the area, blinding the friends as the vehicle rolled to a noisy stop in front of them. Brad, the quarterback, leaned out the driver’s window, pounding his fist against the door in a celebratory gesture with a shout of pride.

“Whoo! All aboard the winning train!” the quarterback hollered. “Let’s go! I ain’t about to wait around all night for ya!” He disappeared back into the truck, laying on the horn and flashing the headlights.

“Don’t be an idiot, Brad,” Brittany, the cheerleading captain, chastised, swatting hard into the quarterback’s arm from the passenger’s seat.

“You’re the one making us wait,” Jordan pointed, climbing into the seat behind Brad. Leslie pleasantly crawled over his lap to join Monica in sharing the middle seat, Derek squishing in on the other side to complete the compact friendship sandwich.

“Dudes, this guy right here,” Brad began, pointing in the rearview mirror at the kicker. “He is why we’re celebrating tonight. Whoo! We needed this win, and man, did you deliver.”

“All right, all right,” Derek downplayed, embarrassed by such praise from his teammate and friend. “You can fawn all over me at the Spot, that is, if we ever get there.”

“I hear you loud and clear,” Brad laughed, saluting over exaggeratedly, then, shifting gear, maneuvered the oversized truck out of the parking lot, pointing its nose in the direction towards the old cemetery.

“Still cold, babe?” Jordan asked, sliding closer to the shivering cheerleader who continued to pop her gum as he pounded back the last of his beer. With a satisfying sigh, a burbling belch erupted deep from within his gullet, the burp manifesting into a plume of misty, heated fog. The football players laughed, especially when the slightly buzzed lineman turned to blow the remaining breath of hops into the kicker’s unsuspecting face. A resounding high-five was met between the seniors as Derek waved his hand dramatically to dispel the soured air while making retching noises.

“Jor-dan,” Leslie sighed, giggling from her own slightly spinning thoughts, “you’re so gross.” Jordan slumped over to kiss his girlfriend, awkwardly missing her mouth and landing wet lips upon her cheek instead. The two laughed, trying yet failing to restart their make out session while teetering precariously on the edge of the tombstone they perched against.

“I can’t think of a better way to celebrate tonight,” Derek declared, his words becoming a slurred connection at their ends.

“Oh, I can think of one,” Brad chuckled, a troublemaking glint sparkling in the corners of his brown eyes.

“What are you planning?” Brittany asked, giving a mean side-eye as she scooted away from the clever handed quarterback on their shared tombstone.

“Nothing so crass,” he replied. “It’s October, man. What better way to kick off spooky-month than by telling ghost stories?” Realization dawned on all the teens’ faces, the girls sidling closer to their football playing heroes for protection.

“I don’t know if I like that idea,” Monica trembled, eyes growing large from imagined, internal terrors.

“Boo!” Derek joked, pinching her side playfully to make her scream and shout, the easily startled girlfriend nearly dropping to the dry, crunchy grass sprouting around the slab of epitaph beneath her. The others cackled, encouraged by the prospect of telling scary ghost stories.

“It’s a perfect night for it,” continued Brad. “We’re in a freakin’ cemetery, for one, and the fog is starting to creep in. I can’t think of better conditions for a good scare.”

“Do you have a story in mind?” Jordan asked.

“Maybe,” Brad replied, stroking his chin mischievously.

“Oh, give me a break,” Derek piped in. “There’s no ghost story I have yet to hear that can scare me.”

“What about the one with the man and the golden hook?” asked Monica, reclaiming her position on the grave marker.

“Those stories are as old and rusted as your Dad’s speedboat.” Monica gave a pout, not liking the insult towards her father orhis speedboat. “Come on,” Derek then added. “Tell us a story that will scare our pants off. I dare you.” A low chorus of “ooh’s” filtered through their spot from the kids, eager to see if Brad would rise to the challenge.

“Okay,” the quarterback agreed, locking eyes with the kicker. “I have a story for you. One that will scare you so badly, you’ll miss your next three birthdays.”

“Prove it,” jeered Derek, grabbing another beer, popping the tab with a finger at the same time.

“You guys ever hear the legend of the Hobblin’ Goblin?” began Brad in a tone all too serious, laced with menacing solemnity.

“Are you kidding me? Not that ol’ story. Man, that’s kids’ stuff,” Derek slurred, now beginning to sway from his loose movements.

“I’m serious,” countered Brad, ignoring the groans of displeasure from the others. “It’s not as innocent as everyone believes. I’m not talking about the fairytale goblin from our youth, I’m talking about the real legend.”

“Oh, no,” pleaded Brittany. “You’re one of thosepeople who believe there’s a ‘real’ legend of that childish imp? Gross! Now I need to look for a new boyfriend.” The others laughed.

“Come on, guys, listen,” stressed the frustrated teen. “This goblin isn’t all just about broken broomsticks and practical jokes.”

“Please,” Jordan scoffed.

“Lame!” called Derek. “Looks like you can’t even scare a child if you’re going to talk about the Hobblin’ Goblin.” He chugged hard at his beer, his eyelids beginning to fall heavily over red-rimmed eyes, his off kilter swaying and slurring mannerisms growing noticeably worse by his peers.

“Dude, how many of those have you had?” Jordan asked.

“A school nursery rhyme about a stupid imp, a stupid broomstick, and some stupid pranks? That’s your story?” Derek stumbled to his feet. “Hey, hey, hey…who am I?” He began wobbling off into the direction of the Dead Forest, aptly named due to the large thicket of withering hawthorn trees near the center of the nature preserve, the tree line of the forest marking the edge of the cemetery in the back corner of their Spot. He cackled maniacally while limping as if on a broken leg.

“I’m the Hobblin’ Goblin! I’m the Hobblin’ Goblin!” Derek loudly chanted.

“Derek, stop it!” Monica called after him.

“Hey! Goblin! I challenge you to a race!” Derek shouted into the forest. He fell over laughing, clutching his sides and kicking his legs out foolishly, his own inebriated wit tickling himself silly through his beer-hazed mind. “I’ll…,” he gasped out between breaths, “I’ll give you a head start!”

“Okay, buddy, that’s enough,” Brad said, pulling the drunken teammate off the ground. Derek broke free from Brad’s helpful hold, trying to race to some imagined finish line. After a terrifying jaunt about all of five yards, Derek threw his hands up in the air.

“I win! The ‘Hobblin’ Goblin’? More like, the ‘Losin’Goblin!”

“Derek, bro, ease up,” Jordan reproached, the sight of his friend causing him to sober up quickly. “Let’s call it a night.”

“Lame goblin, lame legend!” Derek took his beer can and chucked the remaining beverage deep into the tree line. “You don’t scare me, imp! Your tricks are as dumb as your face!”

“Stop yelling,” Monica begged, tears pricking her eyes, quickly approaching her disoriented boyfriend as he began punching the air, managing somehow to even give a swift kick to a thin hawthorn tree in his abrasive bravado.

“Why don’t you try and prank me, Goblin?”

“Derek, stop!” Brad warned, reaching for his friend.

“Knock it off, Derek!” Jordan added, coming along side of him.

“Can’t do it? Fuckin’ loser!” By now, the boy was belligerent, as if possessed by a heated vendetta against the famed, childish trickster. “I dare you! Prank me, you ol’ son of a bitch!”

Something changed within that little patch of forgotten cemetery the teenagers occupied. The fog around the bases of the trees began to thicken and congeal, swallowing the gnarled old roots. The once steady breeze of the evening abruptly halted, leaving the air around the gravestones thick and murky, an oppressive bog of moist atmosphere hanging heavily around the confused group as they took in the drastic temperature change, while even the natural sounds of nightlife were ominously choked out. Just as the breeze died, the air seemed to be sucked rapidly into the forest, and then came blasting out into the cemetery, the fog pouring over the scared children as they watched in horror the fog breathe itself in and out of the trees.

As the fog gushed forth, so with it came the half-empty beer can, striking Derek in the face with such a force as to break his nose. Blood began spurting down his front, soaking his letter jacket and jersey. Screams filled the cemetery as the cheerleaders and jocks scrambled towards the pickup truck parked at the single entrance gate, the boys dragging their bloodied, half unconscious friend behind them. There were shouts to try and help Derek stop the flow of blood pouring rapidly out of his nose. The kicker, too far gone to fully understand the chaos around him, could only dazedly help hold an old T-shirt to his shattered nasal cavity as someone pressed the rag to his face, slightly aware of being forced to lean over his bent knees as he splayed half-sprawled in the flatbed of the truck, the cries of tires squealing on pavement mingling with those of high pitched sobbing hysterics.

Derek tried to straighten himself into a full sitting position as the truck continued to speed away. Blinking tear filled eyes, he looked up to see in the dimming glow of the pickup’s taillights, a broken, hobbled creature crouching in the shadows of the tree line. Terror shot through his heart as two holes darker than the night itself pierced his soul, the hollow eye sockets locking onto him, trapping his breath in a knot at his windpipe, sweat beading upon his brow as a rush of heat and cold sent spiraling nausea coursing through his increasingly numbing limbs. Alcohol, loss of blood, and the horrific sight in the thicket of trees caused Derek to promptly pass out.

~~~~~~~~~~

Welcome to another story of adventure and shenanigans! This is a 31 days of Halloween novel I created in the hopes to post a chapter a day all the way to Halloween, so get ready for a crazy, wild ride into the supernatural. It's going to be so much fun, I promise!

Thanks for reading, everyone, and I will see you tomorrow for chapter two!

[malevolent-fruit]

GNARPY AND FLESHCOUSIN FUSE INTO 1ONE ENTITY !

5 NPC ELEVATOR !!!!

[jjcocker]

i didnt know which 1one i liked better so heres. both verisons

[thatsuncleharrytoyouyoungman]

i opened the goldfinch and it has 1one thousand and thirty pages 😳

[distressedspecimen]

crinnktober day 1one

your honour theyre hotel mario

[jessicawilliam02]

Should you go for a quick and simple financing option that needs no assessments? A straightforward decision of this would be to get these loans without any second thought.

[babanasaur]

PWYW rose 1

one of many PWYWs done for Rose! star watching!

[savannahsdeath]

TEACHER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X STUDENT!READER

PART 1ONE

part 2two

mdni please<3

summary: you stay with your teacher - ellie because youre sure she didnt grade your exam correctly. she turns out to be easy to spend time with, even though youre her student

warnings: 18+ please!!

writers note: calling ellie 'miss williams' kinda cringes me but ig thats how it is.. before yall attack me or smthn reader is not a minor so its all legal also i imagine this is like the last grade of highschool?? i dont know what age it is in usa since im polish and yeah it would be legal for us but maybe not in america so idk😭😭

Ellie Williams was a teacher in your college, most students' favourite. She wasn't boring or too strict although she was serious about her lessons and she always made sure everyone listens. The point is, everyone wanted to listen.

You loved how passionate she is about her job. You could tell sharing her knowledge with next generations makes her proud. The rest of the students mostly liked her for her looks. She was attractive, even for you, especially when she was looking at you from under her glasses. Oh, god, her glasses... And the way she adjusts them with her slim fingers... Yes, she was definitely attractive. And pretty young, as for a teacher. But the way all of those stupid frat boys made clearly sexual comments about her was making you want to throw up.

You never missed her lessons and you were her best student. You could tell she appreciates the way you look honestly interested in her lessons. That's why you were surprised when you suddenly got a D from an assignment.

You stayed after class to talk with her about it. Something was off. You stayed the whole night to do it, with blood, sweat and tears.

You found her in her office, reading some papers. After saying simple 'good afternoon' you sat in a chair in front of her desk. She dropped the papers that turned out to be your assignment.

"I was just about to talk to you." She sternly said, not looking in your direction. "Why are you helping him?"

You had no idea what she's talking about, so you stayed quiet, letting her talk.

"You've always been so responsible - straight A's, making the presentations in time. Did he pay you? Be honest, I won't report it anywhere. Luke wouldn't do that himself."

You frowned. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. What does Luke has to do with this?"

Luke was your talking stage. You weren't interested in him but he was in you and that's it. Your opinion didn't matter. He was popular and you wanted to have good reputation so you allowed him to do... whatever.

Miss Williams showed you two papers. One was yours, the other... based on the handwriting - Luke's.

"Look at the signatures." She ordered. "How did it happen? No bullshit."

They were swapped. Luke's work, graded for a D, had your name on it.

"That's an interesting word to use for a teacher. Umm... Yeah, I don't..." You started stuttering, not knowing what to say. You often helped him out but not this time.

"Just admit you helped him and I'll give you your A. Easy as that." She finally looked up at you. Her glasses reflected the light in a way that made it hard to look her in the eyes, so you wasn't able to tell what she's thinking. Was she judging you or are you just paranoid?

"I told him to give you my assignment since he was staying in your class longer, I swear, I didn't-" You sighed. "He had to... How could he..." You continued mumbling.

"Sh, shh... I can tell it's your handwriting. I just thought you did it on purpose." She said in a reassuring voice.

"Will he have any problems? It's not a big deal, so if we could just..." You looked at her with your doe eyes, nervously biting your bottom lip. The way she was looking at you made you understand why were the other students all over her. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your mind, embarrased you even thought about her in a... romantic... way.

"Okay, my dear. Here's your well earned A." She showed you a new copy of the assignment with an A grade written at the top. You also notice her fingers slightly grazing your hand as she does so. the same fingers you used to imagine touching you in such an intimate way "Now, if it's not a big secret, why are you even worried about Luke? For him, a better grade is more important than you. But if you really like him, I may group you both together in the next presentation."

"No, I don't, it's not that..." You quickly explained. "It's just... I don't even know. He's just everywhere I go."

You could tell something was off when Miss Williams mentioned Luke. She never did speak poorly about any of your classmates, not even once - it's simply unprofessional. But, this time, she seemed irritated, perhaps even annoyed.

"I'm glad to hear that, he's no good for you. He obviously wants more than an assignment swap." She put all of the papers back into her file. Suddenly, she leaned in towards you. Not too close, but way closer than she was before. "You look nervous."

"I am." You admitted quietly. Your heart starts beating fast. She's never been this close before. You both met after classes before and she was friendly, sure, but never this... interested. She made it to the point you didn't saw her as a professor anymore, just a woman, maybe even potential... girlfriend.

"I can help you with that stress if you'd like." She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn't resist her. She leans in closer, until your faces are so close together that your breaths become one and if it wasn't for the desk, your bodies would be pressed together. The moment she touches your cheek, you can't resist anymore and kiss her back. She takes your hands and presses them against the back of her head, pulling you closer as she deepen the kiss.

You never felt this way before. This doesn't feel wrong, it's... exciting. She's exciting.

You hear a faint sound from outside. Someone trying to open the door.

Miss Williams quickly straightens up: she straightens her clothes, fixes her hair, and picks up her papers. Then, with a deep breath, she answers the knock.

"Hello... Can I help you?" She opens the door.

It's Luke, standing there with a wide smile on his face.

"Luke? What are you doing here?" Your eyes flicked from Luke to the teacher and back again, not understanding what's happening.

"I just realized I forgot my bag at class today, so I dropped by to pick it up. But I see you have company." He looks at you and gives you a subtle wink.

"Oh, don't worry. I was just giving her assignment back an A. The A she deserves." She says with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, exactly, Luke. I know you swapped our assignments." Your eyes lingered at him for longer this time, as you saw he knows something so you tried changing the topic to more formal one.

"I... uhh... no, I didn't do that." He replies nervously, his tone and body language giving him away.

Miss Williams looks at you with an expression that conveys "I can't believe this is happening."

You continue; "Look, Miss Williams found our assignments mixed up. Mine... with your D grade on it... and yours, with my A on it."

Luke shifts uncomfortably, realizing he's been found out. "Oh... well... I guess I'll just be on my way then." He says awkwardly.

"Just take your bag and go before I change my mind and not be so nice." Your teacher said, making eye contact with you instead of him.

Luke quickly grabs his bag and scurries away.

Miss Williams sighs and closes the door. "What a little... trouble maker." She says with a smile. She walks towards you and stands in front of you, facing you directly. "I hope he didn't bother you too much." She says softly, her tone carrying a slight flirty vibe.

You smile and shake your head, even though the truth is he did.

"You should go now, I don't want your parents worrying. Visit me here from time to time though, 'kay?" She smirks, stroking your hair.

"Yes, ma'am." You reply, trying to be playful but failing in your nervousness. "I will... umm... see you at class tomorrow."

"I'll be looking forward to it." She replies, a grin on her face as she stares deep into your eyes.

As you leave, you try to remain composed, but you're melting inside.

[keline11]

"Together with you."

End of day 1one with chayanne.

Missa: "Pues mira, Philza, ha sido un gusto enorme ser un padre junto contigo."

Philza: "The pleasure was all mine, the pleasure was all mine, this was great."

I love you Deathduo <tres

[kathegoose]

I AM GOING TO EAT YOUR TINY MIMIC!!!1one!!

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