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Blu-ray review: “The Brotherhood of Satan” (1971)
“The Brotherhood of Satan” (1971) Horror Running Time: 102 minutes Written by: William Welch Directed by: Bernard McEveety Featuring: Strother Martin, L. Q. Jones, Charles Bateman, Ahna Capri, Charles Robinson, Alvy Moore and Geri Reischl Doc Duncan: “Not your baby, OUR baby, SATAN’S BABY!” Critical Commentary “The Brotherhood of Satan” is a horror movie released in 1971 and directed by…
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What kind of partners I think each slasher would have!
Michael Myers
Someone mature yet naive. Michael only kills people who pose as threats, or that could potentially get in his way.
I think he’d likely go for someone who’s mature enough to be a natural adult but naive enough to believe that they could change him.
Jason Voorhees
Christian nature lover, it just seems to be in his character. Especially with his background, a soft person who has a soft spot for natures creatures.
He’d love a sympathetic person, someone who’s emotionally mature enough to understand why he does what he does but has enough morals to know it’s wrong despite.
He’d love someone who he thinks would’ve saved him when he was drowning or at least tried to be his friend.
Gabriel may
An outcast, someone’s who’s likely been abused or neglected, in wards etc. Gabriel seems like the type of man to want someone he can relate too.
Someone who understands his shaky view of life, someone who has morals but doesn’t try to discourage what he does it try to get him to stop because they understand.
Jacob Goodnight
A christian woman, someone who dresses modest and reads books. Respectful and kind someone that his mother would’ve been at least decently fond of.
Bubba sawyer
A farmer or a gardener. Or just someone sweet in general. Someone who manages to befriend his family and doesn’t seem to pose a threat or want to harm him.
Someone who doesn’t look down on his deformity or cannibalistic family.
Art the clown
Someone completely deranged, mentally unstable and psychotic. Gothic, satanic or atheist. Someone who helps him in his crime, or kills.
The Babadook
A soft mother figure almost, an insect enthusiast.
Chucky
A psychopath or sociopath, he’d date crazy but not someone who’s totally batshit insane. Someone with attachment issues based on how he deals with people who want to leave him.
Vincent Sinclair
Artist, or an art enthusiast. Someone with a traumatic past or a slight psychical deformity. More of a trauma bonding relationship.
Bo Sinclair
City girl, someone who tends to wear revealing clothes with a snarky attitude. A fighter, or just a rough handed/strong woman.
Lester Sinclair
A hunter or a foodie. He’d likely just go line up at a food truck and fall in love with the person working there.
Freddy Krueger
A tough snarky woman, someone who has a short attitude and doesn’t know how to lucid dream. Someone shorter than him.
Patrick Bateman
Someone slightly innocent, an airhead. Someone with a sense of humor who interest defer from his.
Dominic
Someone feminine, someone who’s empathetic and helps others often. Likely someone who volunteers at shelters of just a genuine kind person who has made mistakes.
Hannibal
Someone highly intellectual. Understanding and knows kinesics (Body language.)
Billy Loomis
Someone who has the same aesthetic as him, a horror fanatic, a true crime fan.
Billy Lenz
Someone who’s very hyper sexual and can deal with his sex depravity.
Harry warden
Someone who’s self reserved, respects rules, doesn’t wear too much revealing clothing, introverted.
Norman bates
Someone bold or not shy to speak their mind, someone who’s outgoing and very friendly. Typically someone with a flirtatious demeanor.
Pyramid head
Someone with a lot of unresolved trauma, someone who’s introverted, self reserved, and delusional.
ROB ZOMBIE Michael Myers
Introvert, someone strong or takes on the same personality as his mother. Independent, and younger than him.
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I found a perler bead pattern by cosmic_view on Kandipatterns ( click here for pattern! ) which inspired me to make a version that will work better on my knitting machine for the style of scarves I make then I ended up modding the pattern into other horror movie characters. Shout out to Cosmic_View for their adorable Michael perler bead pattern!
1st row: Ghostface, Angela Baker, Michael Myers, Candyman, Freddy Krueger, Jason and Pamela Voorhees, Patrick Bateman
2nd row: Chucky, Tiffany, Leatherface, Chop Top, Nubbins, Drayton, Norman Bates, Ash Williams
3rd row: 2017 Pennywise, 1990 Pennywise, Hannibal Lector, Jack Torrance, Regan McNeil, Damien Thorn, Jennifer Check, Herbert West
4th row: Esther, Pearl, Gage Creed, Billy the Puppet, Annie Wilkes, Carrie White, Sam, Isaac Chroner
5th row: Beetlejuice, Samara Morgan, Sadako Yamamura, Kayako Saeki, Toshio Saeki, Gozer, Frankenstein's monster, Dracula
#scream 1996#ghostface#sleepaway camp#angela baker#halloween#michael myers#candyman#daniel robitaille#nightmare on elm street#freddy krueger#friday the 13th#jason voorhees#pamela voorhees#american psycho#patrick bateman#child's play#chucky the killer doll#charles lee ray#bride of chucky#tiffany valentine#texas chainsaw massacre#bubba sawyer#chop top sawyer#nubbins sawyer#drayton sawyer#psycho 1960#norman bates#evil dead#ash williams#It 1990
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Horror House Reacts... to Zoo Animals!
.I've been watching Robert Irwin and Dave Salmoni take wild animals onto the Jimmy Shows and scare the Jimmy's and various other guest stars sOooooo... I had to make this XD
Plot: We are gonna hand each horror Villains a dangerous animal and see how they handle it. Warnings: Swearing. No actual mention of meerkats despite the gif.
Audrey II: A European Brown Hare.
Audrey II, staring at this hare stood up on its hind legs giving them the Eye: ... that is one ugly bunny rabbit. Y/N: AUDREY TWO!!- Audrey II: wh- AM I WRONG?-
Audrey II has no fear, they're a plant from outer space. He also doesn't particularly care for animals though, since its pretty globally accepted that animals are allowed to eat plants when they're peckish... and understandably, they are not having that. Not in this green house XD Nu uh, no siree, nope nope nope, the hare is gonna get eaten first if he even looks at Audrey II wrong.
Billy Loomis: An Emperor Scorpion.
Y/N: Close your eyes and put out your hands. Billy: ... *sigh* *does as he's told as to not be called a coward* Y/N: *Places the scorpion in Billy's cupped hands* Open them! ^^ This is Phil, he's very chill. Please don't drop him. Billy: ... heheh, can I keep this?? Y/N: ?? What??? No, you cant keep Phil- Billy: I wanna leave him in Stu's bed. Y/N: DEFINITELY not-
Billy, is... *sigh*, a teenage boy.
Bubba Sawyer: A Red Kangaroo.
Bubba: *Very cautious, looking at this jacked foreign creature. He's never seen anything like this, he lives in buttfuck nowhere Texas with no tv.* Y/N: Here, Bubba. *hands Bubba a bouquet of gum leaves* Offer her these. Bubba: *Unsure, but approaches the weird pocketed creature and offers out the branches... Quickly calms down when the kangaroo starts simply munching on the leaves* Y/N: See? ^^ Bubba: *Already petting the kangaroo. Wants to take her home and keep her safe and pet her and give her leaves forever.*
Bubba does not love casually 😅😅😅 Once he's warmed up to someone, that person is his family and he wants to keep them safe. My suggestion?? Sneak the kangaroo back to the zoo in the dead of night while Bubba's asleep. (or call Drayton. He certainly don't want no goddamn kangaroo in his house)
Carrie White: A Boa Constrictor.
Carrie: Um, is this safe?? *Eyeing the snake's head closely as you place her gently over her shoulders* ... Y/N: Oh yeah, don't worry, this one's a sweetheart ^^ Carrie: Okay... *snake raises her head and looks around very peacefully, just surveying the room* Oh, she's sweet!... Y/N: She seems very comfortable with you! Carrie: ! Really??
Carrie was apprehensive at first, but when she realises that the boa is not feeling threatened (or hungry), she relaxes and spends quite a while with the snake in her arms! ^^ She's disappointed when she has to say goodbye ):
Chucky Lee Ray: An Eastern Canadian Moose.
Chucky: *staring up at this giant fucking creature, clearly ready to run at any second if the thing makes an unpleasant move* ... You have gotta be fucken kidding me. Y/N: Nope. This is Jessica-Mae! She's from Canada, and she's really nice. I think she'll let you sit on her back, if you wan- Chucky: No I don't wanna sit on Jessica-Mae's back actually Y/N, Jessica-Mae is a fucken monster- Y/N: c h u c k y
Chucky has a... healthy cautiousness when it comes to wild animals XD He does like tarantulas, though.
Freddy Krueger: A West African Lion.
Y/N: Okay so for this one, um, I'm uh... yeah I'm gonna step out. Freddy: ... wait. Wait wait wait. Why are you- *You close the door one side of the room and as soon as the lock clicks into place, the lion prowls in on the other side* Freddy: Oh. Freddy, hands out like 'i mean no harm': ... nice kitty Freddy: ... um. I saw the lion king. It was... a great piece of cinema; your people should be proud. Freddy: ... please don't eat me, you giant son of a bitch.
Freddy was SO EXCITED to meet an animal, but now he's got some concerns about those teeth and his privates.
Jason Voorhees: A Ussuri Grizzly Bear.
Bear: ... *Staring down Jason* Jason: ... *Staring down Bear* Bear and Jason: *Staring each other down* Y/N: ... *Wondering if you should do something* Jason: *Suddenly walks over and gives the bear neck scritches*
... this is a giant toothy puppy to Jason XD Jason loves wildlife, they were his friends growing up in the woods! ^^ And he knows how to keep them calm, so he's very good with them. He hangs out with the bear until its time to go outside, then Jason follows him outside and hangs with him out there ^^
Jennifer Check: A White Rhinoceros.
Jennifer, as soon as Grizelda the rhino steps in: -oh jesus fucking christ. Jennifer: You're fat. Y/N: Oy! Jennifer: What??? She's meant to be, right?? 🙄 G o d... look who's animal-cist. Jennifer: ... can I feed the fat bitch?
The fact that this is an animal does not change a thing about the way Jennifer talks to her XD She is so fascinated, though, and wants to feed Grizelda, pet Grizelda, ask many many questions about Grizelda... she loves her.
Jerry Dandridge: A Perentie Monitor Lizard (Goanna).
Y/N, helping goanna onto Jerry's lap: Now, be careful with Sandy, he can be kinda easily startled and then his claws will cut into your skin, and- Jerry: *Getting along great with the Sandy, Sandy is in the best mood you have ever seen him in; purring.* Y/N: ... Y/N: ... wtf, how?! Sandy's usually so grumpy!- Jerry: Oh I guess we just have a connection~
Jerry and reptiles get along great, they're cold blooded and he... is always cold. He has no blood. He's a vampire XD Try giving him a puppy, though, and watch that puppy leap away from him and growl like a possessed thing (Jerry gets so frowny about it XD).
Michael Myers: A Bengal Tiger.
Michael: *Stock still, actually considering running for the first time in 50 decades* Tiger: ... *yawns* *prowls over to Michael and lays on top of his feet, promptly falling asleep* Y/N: ... um. Well, I think she likes you?? Michael: *Does not move an inch for 3 hours while the tiger naps, staring at it*
Michael, just like cats... is a bitch. They basically adopt him into their family as their big dumb weirdo child (Yes, even the big terrifying ones) and there is not a thing grumpy old Myers can do about it XD
Pamela Voorhees: A Silver Fox.
Pam: *Loves the fox. Sitting in her chair and leaning down to give it treats. Cooing at her.* Y/N: You're so good with her! ^^ Pam: ~Stay away from my son, dear, and I wont have to sick her on you~ Y/N: ... D: What?
Pamela and a sharp toothed creature is a dangerous combination. Stay away from her son.
Patrick Bateman: An African Savanna Elephant.
Patrick: *A too-big smile glued to his face as he strokes the dirty wrinkly elephant* This is... this is fun... Y/N: I knew you'd like her! ^^ Anna is so sweet, and gentle, and quiet, so- Patrick: -You cant tell when I'm fucken lying through my t e e t h!?
Patrick doesn't like any animals, they're wild and filthy and break irreplaceable things he spent hard-earned money on to be unique, but he will force a pleasant face because that is what he does
Pennywise: A Mountain Zebra.
*i was tempted to do a turtle but... seemed too obvious XD Still unsure i made the right call*
Penny: Heheheheh, whats black, white and- Y/N: Don't do it. I swear. Dont do it. Penny: Okay okay okay, I'll be serious. Hey, why do zebras have stripes? Y/N: Oh, well they developed stripes because- Penny: Because they didn't want to be Spotted!
Penny c a n n o t s t o p m a k i n g z e b r a j o k e s. Otherwise, he's pretty good with the zebra. No problems ^^
Stu Macher: A Somali Ostrich.
Stu: Heheh... Y/N, these things don't bite, do they?? Y/N: Oh they totally do. *Hands Stu the leash* Anything with a mouth bites. Stu, levelling his gaze with the giant flightless bird: ... I will bite you back.
Stu is a little chicken, but he's also really curious!! XDD So sure, he'll hang onto the leash and feed the monster bird!! But he will absolutely crouch down and cover his head if the ostrich starts fluttering his wings. And don't you dare leave him XD
Tiffany Valentine: Baby Nile Crocodiles.
Tiff: Chucky!! We have new children now!! Chucky: THE FUCK WE DO- Y/N: N- no... you cant keep them actually... Tiff, ignoring you and Chucky: The kids are gonna love these ^^ Come on, sweethearts, into the sack, single file now- hey, Trudy, no biting your brother-
Tiffany is in love XD And you know how one-track-minded she can be when she's in love XD
#not gonna lie. i got tired around jerry 😅#the rest are probably not great#but hey! this was fun ^^#and at least i'm giving y'all s o m e t h i n g 😅😅#Horror Villains#Horror House!AU#Horror House! AU#Horror House Au#Tiffany Valentine#Chucky#Charles Lee Ray#Stu Macher#Billy Loomis#Pennywise#Patrick Bateman#Pamela Voorhees#Michael Myers#Jerry Dandridge#Jennifer Check#Jason Voorhees#Freddy Krueger#Carrie White#Bubba Sawyer#Reactions
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Commission for @/n3cr0cannibal on twitter
#Charles as Patrick bateman#metalocalypse#art#fanart#metalocalypse fanart#mtl#charles foster offdensen#charles offdensen#American psycho#American psycho redraw#Commission
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So far there’s a list of slashers I’ll never thirst over and that list goes as
1. Freddy Kruger, idk why I just never thought he was hot. Plus some of his kills really bother me. Can’t eat sausage pizza because of this man. Fuck him.
2. The Grabber, Self explanatory
3. Chucky, since he’s a doll like 99% of the time it’s hard to find him hot. Yeah Brad Dourif was kinda hot but like meh. Idk.
4. Art the Clown, again self explanatory and anyone who plays in doo doo for fun is just a no
5. Patrick Bateman, idk I thought he was boring and I thought the movie was boring
6. Johnny, I see him as a little kid. Seeing him play with that toy car made me think of a little kid. Idk just feels weird. He’s on that thin line Jason is on.
7. The Leprechaun. To be fair I’ve never seen anyone ever thirst after him but like I’m just putting him on the list.
#slashers#horror movies#freddy kruger#a nightmare on elm street#the black phone#the grabber#chucky#charles lee ray#child’s play#art the clown#terrifier#patrick bateman#american psycho#in a violent nature#the leprechaun#lubdan
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The Slashers As Scent Notes
I'm trying to make candles based off of slashers and sell them on etsy. Here's my idea for each one. I will also post when each one is up on my etsy shop. (I might change them but this is just what I thought of)
Jason Voorhees
What It Smells Like: Walking Through A Misty Forest At A Summer Camp.
Top Note: Pine
Heart Note: Rain
Base Note: Moss
Freddy Krueger
What It Smells Like: Falling Asleep And Entering Your Nightmares.
Top Note: Cedarwood
Heart Note: Leather Glove
Base Note: Amber
Ghostface
What It Smells Like: A Strange Call From A Masked Stranger
Top Note: Bloody Orange
Heart Note: Sandalwood
Base Note: Vanilla
Michael Myers
What It Smells Like: A Monster Lurking On Halloween Night.
Top Note: Cinnamon
Heart Note: Pumpkin
Base Note: Cedarwood
Charles Lee Ray
What It Smells Like: A Killer Doll
Top Note: Black Pepper
Heart Note: Tobacco
Base Note: Patchouli
Tiffany Valentine
What It Smells Like: A Killer Dolly Bride
Top Note: Raspberry
Heart Note: Rose
Base Note: Vanilla
Patrick Bateman
What It Smells Like: A Sophisticated Serial Killer
Top Note: Bergamot
Heart Note: Dragon's Blood
Base Note: Vetiver
Carrie White
What It Smells Like: The Prom Queen Getting Her Revenge
Top Note: Magnolia
Heart Note: Rose
Base Note: Sandalwood
Jennifer Check
What It Smells Like: The Popular Girl With A Dark Secret
Top Note: Cherry Blossom
Heart Note: Orchid
Base Note: Patchouli
#slasher fucker#freddy krueger#carrie white#ghostface#jason voorhees#jennifer check#michael myers#tiffany valentine#charles lee ray#chucky#patrick bateman#slashers#slasher movies#slasher fandom
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ONLY YOU
Prompt: How slashers act when they’re jealous/outbursts/reassurance.
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MICHAEL MYERS
Believe it or not Michael is a very jealous boy. He just doesn’t believe he is, he is simply “doing what he usually does.”
When Michaels jealous it isn’t a pretty sight. He can become very hostile towards you or innocent bystanders.
Though he is very jealous it doesn’t happen very often, because he’s barely home so it’s unlikely.
When he’s mildly jealous he’d scare you, just to make sure you know who you belong to and simply kill whoever threatened your “relationship.”
If he’s very jealous, he’d actually harm you. Slight slices or soft choking. Taunting you by leaving bodies around the house.
Though don’t think just because he’s a little dangerous that he doesn’t need reassurance, it helps a little to watch you reject people.
Tell people you have a boyfriend, while mentioning his name.
Makes him almost fond of what you do, knowing that you’re his and you’re not ashamed to tell others that you are too.
If you did manage to make him feel slightly good he’d become even more protective, wanting you be only his and making it clear.
Sometimes you have to try and convince him to stay hidden when a neighbor or something knocks because of his jealousy.
There was one time he just popped out and stabbed the couple just because her husband looked at you a little too long.
And he wears the murders like a fucking badge of honor, sometimes seeing their heads propped up on a counter randomly.
Hearing you scream was another thrill.
But one thing that made Michael twitch, or snap. Some would even say go crazier is if someone would to hurt you, or even make you scream.
There was a time you had gotten into an altercation with someone walking down the street as someone let their dog shit on your and Michaels yard.
It was in the middle of the night too, and they had just left it there. The only reason you knew is because you caught them on camera.
So Michael being the lovely boyfriend he is he went to their house and slaughtered her teenage daughter, leaving her there to grieve.
You didn’t even find out until it was all over the news and the search for Haddonfield killer began again.
To be honest you didn’t even know what the two of you were, he just didn’t let you around anyone else, any men mainly. Or outside in general, courting you in his own animalistic way.
Sometimes if you made him incredibly angry he’d disappear, leaving you isolated after his killing spree.
After his jealous encounters he’d barely let you out the house, and you didn’t dare to disobey him even when he was gone because it was like he always had eyes on you.
Always lurking, it felt good knowing that you were protected, but not as much knowing he’d kill a person if they looked at you in the wrong way.
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Jason Voorhees
Jason is super jealous, he could be considered murderous jealousy but typically he relies on your reassurance and loyalty.
There are times where he does kill when he feel like he needs too, but only when you seem to feel uncomfortable and harassed.
Jason is big and scary but when it comes down to you two he becomes soft, shy even.
After an outburst, he’d feel insecure a little ashamed he felt that way. He’d come to you, and sit there letting you comfort him.
Jason isn’t really vocal about how he feels so he relies on you to understand him by body language.
When you do he feels so excited, happy even. Nuzzling his head into you.
He doesn’t really get jealous just insecure, a bit of sad jealousy.
Though sometimes, very very rarely. When he’s angry and jealous he’d become overprotective. I mean he’d keep you locked up in the house.
Especially if you were almost hurt in the middle of the ruckus, he’d literally chain every exit or entrance of your cabin up and keep you locked in there until everything was over.
Sometimes you’d get into arguments because of how annoying his jealous habits could get.
Sometimes it’d either hurt his feelings and cause him to go into hiding or argue back, he’d thrash things around or yell. He couldn’t really speak so it’d just be verbal roaring.
He’d apologize after but his behavior is very repetitive and hard to deal with. Though he’s sweet enough to pick flowers and apologize harder later.
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Bubba sawyer
Dangerously jealous, though there isn’t really time for him to act on it unless you tell him too. Of course he’d act if you were in danger or so he’d just stay by your sides when he could.
Though when he has time, he does. You’d be talking to a soon to be victim and he’d come revving his chainsaw and in seconds he slaughtered whoever was talking to you.
Though he’s still very insecure, especially when it came down to you helping out and flirting with the victims to lure them in.
He’d get upset angry and even try to argue to get you out of helping.
He’d whine to you about it, shout and scream. Though it’s easy to shut him up with some reassurance and a kiss.
Him being jealous is a common occurrence, nothing out of the ordinary.
He doesn’t even trust his family around you, always watching. Keeping an eye out, unless you were with his mother.
Sometimes if you end up being left with Hoyt or any male for God knows why he’d start arguments with his family.
Grabbing you and taking you upstairs and forcing you to stay in the room, and throwing tempter tantrums when you didn’t. 
He’d cry when you get mad at him, and throw things around when he was jealous. It was annoying watching him act like a child.
He’d ignore you , give you the silent treatment. It was practically like dealing with a child.
You reassuring him had become a daily task at that point.
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Pretzel Jack
Attention jealousy, There had been one time where you were hanging out with another imaginary friend and he got sad and snapped.
When you got mad at him he had a long frown, he just wanted your attention, just wanted to play.
He hated when your attention was on other people, like a spouse or friend.
Which is why he was so happy when you got mad at them, and he finally could kill them!
Typically murders are sort of your fault because you should be able to control your anger and keep him under control.
If he’s jealous he’s quick to try and do some tricks to get your attention, and if it failed he’d wail around or have an outburst.
Or go to extreme efforts to get you to smile.
If all else fails, he kills your other friend. And *poof!* you’re his again.
Jack is very overprotective, so it’s more or so him just trying to protect you.
He doesn’t even know what jealousy is he just feels a throbbing in his hands and acts on it.
After doing whatever he did he’d play or lay near you. Making sure to keep everyone away whilst it was just the two of you.
And if you found out what he did and got mad he’d punish himself by keeping himself away from you unless you were in trouble.
Or he’d get really sad and hide away.
When he was jealous it was sort of funny, he’d go to the extreme just to see you crack a smirk or just look his way.
Sometimes purposely sulking in the corner to see if you’d check on him.
Of course you did and your silly Jack was back. Though that didn’t stop him from becoming jealous over and over again. Having to reassure him that he’s your favorite and always will be.
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Gabriel may
Gabriel was the wrong guy to get jealous, he’d lock you away and keep you to himself.
He’d kill anyone who threatened your relationship, not just because of his obsessive personality but because he was insecure as a whole.
He believed that anyone could take you away, woman or men because he believed he wasn’t attractive enough to keep you.
He’d scare them away, flickering the lights or growling through a phone or radio.
And if that didn’t work, he’d just see them later tonight so they wouldn’t even share the same world as you anymore.
Gabriel didn’t believe he needed reassurance, though he did enjoy it he hid it well.
He believed that it was naturally for a man to become overprotective of his partner, he wouldn’t even consider himself overprotective.
He didn’t care if you rejected whoever wanted you, they shouldn’t have thought about you romantically in the first place.
Now they literally have to die.
The difference between him and any other guy is you can’t talk him out of it, when he’s made up his mind, it’s no longer a thought but a soon to be decision.
He’d come home and pretend nothing happened, that it was an ordinary day after he just shoved a knife into an innocent man’s jugular just for having a slight crush on you.
Though if you got sad about it, he’d become insecure and angry.
Wondering why’d you care about any guy that isn’t him, or anyone that isn’t him at all. It was scary watching Gabriel become angry because he couldn’t really control his powers.
The lights will start to flicker, phones going on and off and radio blasting static. The walls vibrating and cabinets clattering.
Of course you’d tell him there’s no one else but as I said reassurance doesn’t really work on him. So you either just let him blow a fuse until he’s all fired out. Or you just ignore him,
But that won’t get you anywhere but him thinking you love someone else.
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Jacob Goodnight
Though you rejected anyone’s crush proposal to you Jacob still got angry.
He’d bash their brains out saying you’d never date filthy sluts or impure people like them.
There were quiet times too, where’d when he got jealous he’d just come whining to you, and ask you if you loved him despite all he’s done.
And when you’d tell him yes he’d go back to blundering young adults to death before coming to ask you the same question again.
Just to make sure you wanted to be with him despite what he is and what he can’t help but be.
Though it is very easy to reassure Jacob, he trust you with his whole heart.
Sometimes he gets jealous but he can’t help it, there’s always someone that’s going to be attracted to you
He just didn’t like the thoughts of sinners, especially sinners being attracted to you.
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Norman bates (old)
Norman his mother were very jealous people, she couldn’t stand the thought of someone hurting her poor boy and him having his first heartbreak.
So she did what any mother would do, kill them or convince Norman too.
She’d whisper cheeky little things in his ear, telling him if he didn’t eliminate them soon they’d become competition.
And eventually Norman just began the killing on his own.
Norman was extremely jealous, so he stuck by your side. Quick to speak up when someone was flirting with you.
Of course he stuttered and fumbled over his words but he knew he had to stand over you because you were his.
And he wasn’t going to let anyone take you away, not even his mother.
He’d hold your hand everywhere, even in the house, he was weirdly obsessive.
Randomly kissing your palm and each knuckle, telling you how much he loved you so randomly in the most awkward situations.
It was hard to use the bathroom alone without Norman knocking wondering how long it’d take before he got to see you again.
You could barely leave the house, when you two started dating he wanted you to move in immediately.
You barely had any say!
But he just wanted you there fast so he could watch your every move and ward off any other competitors.
If you went on a walk by yourself he’d bombarde you with questions, why didn’t you tell him, did you want some distance from him?
What did he do?
It must’ve been that man he was letting stay in the hotel, he has to get rid of him now. That’s what mother would’ve wanted and, it’s what he wants.
Why is he cleaning up blood?
Oh a rat got in that’s all. He’d pat your head giving you soft forehead kisses before waving you off.
When you two get home he’d make you a sandwich and ask you about your walk, about the scenery. If you had any small talk with a stranger.
Of course you knew it was because of his jealousy,
But Norman was so timid you thought it was cute, not that he could kill somebody!
Kissing your cheek with clenching your shoulders hard, confessing what he did. Because the pressure was too much to keep from his beloved.
You forgive him? Oh thank God, that means he can do it again right? You didn’t say not too exactly.
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Charles Lee Ray.
Charles was the wrong person to make jealous, he’d either put you in your place or kill you both! So you had to be careful,
There was one time a guy came up to you in the grocery store and before you could say anything there was Charles with a pistol up to his back.
He made the guy get on his knees and beg for fucks sake.
After that he yelled at you for even letting the guy in your proximity.
Charles was the type to get sexual when he was angry, angry intimacy.
Either that or blowing the guys head off and going on the run from the police because of it again.
He always expected you to wait for him, whether he was gone for months or years.
And one day he expected you to take him back even when he was a fucking doll!
It was ridiculous, he was always getting himself into some shit and wanting to come back into your arms.
Sad to say the maniac did have his soft moments, where he’d come home after a long run and fall straight into your arms with a snore.
Happy to be back, and happy to see you waiting for him.
Not really like you had a choice though. It’s either you did or your head would meet the back of his famous pistol.
There was no escape from Charles, and his rash jealousy and anger.
It was sort of nice for him to want you and only you, kinda awkward watching him call other woman whores though.
In the beginning he was a cheater, believing that he couldn’t trust anyone, that was until you were fed up of his bullshit and tried to leave him.
Crying, telling him how much he meant to you but you were so tired.
And ever since then the fuck didn’t leave your side, at first it started as threats, stalking and eventually you getting a restraining order.
But that didn’t keep him away, not even prison.
The police had given up before you did so you were sort of stuck, and with him threatening to kill anyone that tried make a move on you.
And eventually, he kept calling you his and you just settled with it.
Not like there was anything you could do.
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Pennywise
You weren’t dating him, more like stuck with him. A chain on your ankle strapped to Satan who’s asleep.
And when he wakes up, he eats.
You were fairly attractive, and after all he was sort of a kid killer so any time some teenager cat called you he was hungry.
He’d laugh at you, taunting, making you believe you could escape before trapping you right again.
Devouring whoever wanted you in front of your very eyes.
One time you tried to defeat him to kill him, you tried to say hurtful things like “you only kill kids you fucking creep.”
And it backfired.
He laughed and left, the next day you heard screaming. And hid until it was safe to come out. Seeing hundreds of adult corpses, men, woman.
And he sat on top, chomping on a leg like a king on a throne.
Laughing loud, his yellow eyes glowing fiercely in the dark.
Now it was different with men, or any adult who tried to hit on you so ever. He needed food, so he couldn’t kill all the adults and stop the production.
So he did what any intelligent psychopath would do, he killed their kids. Not only will whoever hit on you suffer, he gets fed too.
And if they didn’t have kids he’d just kill them, wasn’t a lot of fun for him but still.
He’d play games on you, pretending that they were going to save you until their head randomly fell of their body.
His laughing came quick his same little dance and taunting.
Though there was one odd time he went out of character, a time where he had been sleeping, or what they thought had been “defeated.
And someone, kept cat calling you, drunkard. Enough to come up to you and grasp your arms and started touching you.
You shocked yourself, because you knew the first name you screamed.
And it was unlike him to not play around with his food first, but he came. Broad daylight. And cut his neck clean off.
His eyes were a light blue and full of anger yet worry.
He grabbed you and carried you to the sewers, trying to force you to sleep through the rest of the years with him.
To keep you safe in a way.
But you had to explain to him that you couldn’t, remembering you were human and didn’t need yearly hibernation.
He was reluctant but at least made you stay down for two days, keeping you safe and fed until you needed to leave, for personal hygiene and job reasons.
Not like you needed to work anyway, he’d just kill anyone who tried to kick you out.
When he woke up he ate first, devouring everything because he didn’t trust himself being hungry and going to see you.
Of course he scared you as his little welcoming.
But sometimes he’d nuzzle into the crook of your stomach, he was technically an alien, he had his animal like tendencies.
He was weirdly possessive, he didn’t even understand his own jealousy. Watching you flirt with a random guy who wanted to help carry what he stated a “attractive.” Persons groceries.
Watching you smile, pick at your skin and cover your teeth as you giggled made him angry.
And he was going to make both of you pay for it.
Of course he killed the man first, he was really focused on you. He courted you, waited for you, protected you, and sometimes even fed you. And this what you do to him? Ungrateful human.
He’d come to your home welcoming himself, not announcing it or anything. Scaring you, taking the form of a human intruder.
Pretending to try and kill you before transforming back with a laugh in his face, before you could argue with him he widened his jaw and went to take a bite.
You screamed but he covered your mouth.
He didn’t let go, it wasn’t deep enough to puncture your skin but enough to bruise you.
And he stayed there, you slept with his teeth latched onto your skin.
He was fast asleep, almost subconsciously doing it.
Tightening inch by inch every time you tried to move his jaw.
—
Patrick Bateman
Patrick getting jealous was rare, he never felt that way unless he felt someone was superior than him.
Or someone caught your attention, which was hard to do.
When Patrick was jealous he’d work out more, try to become extra perfect so you’d never advert your eyes again.
Wearing more expensive and stylish clothes, or taking you shopping.
Dressing you so luxurious anyone would assume you were married.
So jealous that he proposed, making you a housewife so that you couldn’t escape. And every time you went out with those “whore.” Friends any cuck that wanted you would know you’re taken.
He wish he could just fucking label you, but god he wouldn’t want to ruin that god forsaken perfect skin.
He’d even solve his jealousy through intimacy.
Doing what he considered a God worthy performance, showing you that no one could make you happy as much as he does, pleasured, taken care of, loved.
Hell anything.
But there was a point where he had to, take things into his own…gloved, hands.
You had this male close friend, this handsome idiot that you knew since high school, through college, and now.
He was perfect, he had money, fit, nice skin. And it didn’t even look like he was trying, and to top it off he was intelligent.
Anytime you’d come back from hanging out with him you’d refer to him as a ‘cute little geek.’ And he was already having a bad day he just needed some release.
So when your friend bumped into Patrick on the street so dumbly looking for you. Can you believe this?
He was confessing his love for you, to Patrick!
The taxi was full of his confession and Patrick’s occasional “oh really?” Right before he beat the pore guy to death with his golf club.
It was sloppier than usual but he couldn’t have someone talking about his precious only ever in such a way.
When you found out about your friends death you were devastated, he comforted you but couldn’t hide the scowl on his face.
Why did you care so much? Why were you crying so hard about a man that wasn’t him?
He enjoyed you sleeping on him but still couldn’t believe how broken down you were after losing another guy.
You eventually got acquainted with Patrick’s “friends.” And you suppose word got around that you were his because men started to avoid you.
Maybe because Patrick always stood behind you with his threatening demeanor but still.
You eventually got happier but couldn’t help but notice how over protective Patrick got.
Patrick loved how soft you were emotionally and just didn’t want anyone else to have it.
He’d lay his head in your palm and sit there for hours. Before going back to his nonchalant monotonous ways.
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I write slasher fics! Please feel free to request!
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Michael Myers 🔪 (Halloween)
Ghostface 📞 (Scream)
Jason Vorhees 🏕️ (Friday 13th)
Freddy Krueger 🔥 (Nightmare on Elm Street)
Bo Sinclair 🧢 (House of Wax)
Vincent Sinclair 🎨 (House of Wax)
Dr Hannibal Lector 🍴(Hannibal)
Will Graham 🦌 (Hannibal)
Charles Lee Ray 🧸 (Child’s Play)
Patrick Bateman 🎧 (American Psycho)
Polite Leader 🎭 (The Purge)
Jennifer Check 💄 (Jennifer’s Body)
Mental Manny 🙏 (The Funhouse Massacre)
Stitchface 🪡 (The Funhouse Massacre)
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Billy Loomis
Bo Sinclair
Brahms Heelshire
Charles Lee Ray
Daniel Le Domas
Leena Klammer
Lester Sinclair
Megan
Patrick Bateman
Sam
Stu Macher
Vincent Sinclair
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my only canon is that "the swedish girl from connecticut" in rules of attraction and uta, marion's friend that charles forgets the name of, are the same girl and the fact that they murdered marion's boyfriend isn't even the funniest shit they talk about.
#swedish girl from connecticut that slept with sean bateman is a gender#but also wearing fishnets and scaring marion's catholic meow meow???#also is to be fair#shitposting#no but the swedish girl is fr caught between.... sean bateman pat's brother at camden and a random bi francis abernathy wannabe AND a girl#its hilarious#i bet you charles heard all about it at that funeral and found it insanely unfunny
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this is a relationship, that i don’t think anyone saw coming – cl16
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Summary: The one where you and Charles think you are successfully fooling everyone on the grid, when in reality you are the ones being fooled.
Pairing: charles leclerc x merc!driver!reader
Word Count: 5.2k
Warnings: cursing, kissing, hiding a relationship (and doing it very badly), smut elements! (in one of the scenes, nothing penetrative), idiots to lovers, sexism and racism in motorsports, pop culture references (bad and many of them).
Request: “Hello! Can I request a charles leclerc imagine where the reader is a f1 driver and they try to hide their relationship from the paddock, but everyone knows and in the end they just reveal it. Thanks xx” + “this is not a request, but, can you use a dialogue from one of your favourite tv shows/series?”
Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! the title comes from an episode of the kardashians, but it was very popular on tiktok for a while so here you go! the request for this one was so good, and i had so much fun writing this, so i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i do. the dialogue i used for the second request/promt is from season 1 episode 9 of suits, which is one of my absolute favourite tv series of all time (even though it has too many legal inaccuracies), and you can watch the scene from here. ALSO, because i can never choose one, i decided to use another dialogue from season 1 episode 18 of gilmore girls, and i think it is the best piece of television ever written, and you can watch it from here. there are a bunch of pop culture references in there, so if you can spot them, you are a star! thank you anons for your requests, and i hope you guys enjoy this one! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee
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Charles is not stupid, in fact, he prides himself in being smart. However, as one of his best friends are looking at him with an unamused glare, he suddenly fears that he might have been stupid when he was getting ready before arriving at the venue for the party tonight.
“You are not dressed,” Pierre drawls, “What are you wearing?”
“A suit?” Charles asks, confused as he looks at his friend’s attire. “What are you wearing?”
Pierre points to the outfit he’s wearing, which consists of brown pants with a linen shirt and a brown vest thrown over it, an annoyed look washes over his face as he explains, “I’m Indiana Jones, this is a costume party, Charles.”
“Why would you have a costume party when you’re turning 27?” Charles’ face scrunches up in even more confusion.
“Because it’s fun, and it’s my birthday.” Pierre rolls his eyes, “We have to do something about it; Kika, I need help!” He calls out to her girlfriend, who rushes into the room in a white dress and a very voluminous blonde wig.
“What’s wrong?” Kika asks, her eyes falling on Charles’ outfits as she groans disappointedly, “Who are you supposed to be?”
“I didn’t know!” Charles argues.
“Mate,” Pierre objects, “it was on the invitation; ‘Hollywood Icons’?”
“We can fix this,” Kika tries to offer Charles a supportive smile. “You could be… Patrick Bateman?”
Charles’ eyes widen with shock, “From ‘American Psycho’?”
“Morbid, Kiks,” Pierre shakes his head.
Kika shrugs, “He’s hot. What about Brad Pitt in ‘Mr. and Mrs. Smith’?”
“Does he even wear a suit in that one?” Pierre asks, still shaking his head in thought.
Kika lets out a loud groan, “James Bond!”
“That could work–” Charles start saying at the same time Pierre objects, “The suit is not sharp enough.”
“Then give him a tie, Pierre.” Kika frowns. “God, the two of you are like children, not even the girls had this much trouble, and the two of us almost matched.”
You’re shivering when you finally arrive at the venue thanks to the thin trench coat thrown over your costume. You link your arm with Lily, who is holding Alex’s hand and the two of them are dressed up as Jack and Rose. “Why are we doing this, again?”
“Because we like Pierre, he is nice.” Lily turns to Alex to let him fix her ginger wig for her as she replies to you.
“I don’t know, I think I want to go back to the hotel.” You mumble, your hands nervously playing with the belt of your coat.
“Just give it a try, Y/N,” Alex smiles at you. “We’ll take you back if you’re still feeling nervous.”
You nod your head with a sigh as you let Lily pull you in towards the entrance of the apartment building. You’re too busy admiring the Italian architecture when you hear a squeal. “You guys made it!” Alex excuses himself to go greet some of the other drivers and you smile at Kika as she pulls you and Lily in for a hug at the same time as she chants, “I’m dying to see your guys’ costumes, show me, show me!”
You laugh softly as you take of your coat, pulling gasps from both of the girls looking over your outfit. “You both knew what my costume was going to be!” You whine, holding your coat close to your body.
“I didn’t know it was going to be –” Lily starts, looking at Kika for help.
“Tight,” Kika clears her throat, “it’s very tight, and your body looks amazing!”
“You’re literally a model, Kiks,” you mumble, “can we please focus on Lily and how historically accurate her costume is? Not to mention yours, I mean, Marilyn?”
“You look amazing, Lily.” Kika agrees, giving her a warm smile. “And thank you, Y/N.”
“Thank you, Kika,” she turns to you, “thank you, Y/N. I’m going to find Alex, meet you at the bar?”
“Sure, see you.” You tell her, smiling as she starts to walk towards the crowd.
“Let me take your coat,” Kika leans over you. “You should grab a drink before more people arrive, Pierre made sure to invite half of the city, it seems like.”
You thank her before she leaves to hang your coat, taking a deep breath as you start moving between dancing people, some of whom greet you as you make your way towards the bar. You give the bar tender a tight smile as you order yourself a gin and tonic, strawberry, of course. The first thing Charles notices about you is your hair, having memorised all the different tones mixed between your locks. His eyes travels down your body, his eyes linger particularly on your dress; the white bodice is connected to the tie dye skirt by a metal circle, and it is oh so tight, accentuating all your curves in the best way possible. His legs start to move towards you in their own volition when his eyes reach the leather thigh-high boots, his voice is thick as he approach you from your right. “Y/N.”
You look at him with your lips parted in shock, your voice coming out in a low breath. “Charles, you’re here.” You let him take one of your hands into his as you lock eyes with him. “I thought you were going to be in Monaco.”
“I was already in Italy for the car testing.” He explains, his fingers gently caress your inner wrist. “I’ve missed you. Were you back at home?”
“I’ve missed you too,” a smile takes over your face, “yes, I’m trying to get used to changing cities.”
“I’ll give you a private tour when we go back.” He offers, eliciting a giggle from you as you reach for your drink and take a sip from the straw. His breath hitches for a moment when he focuses too much on the way your red-painted lips close around the plastic, but he’s quick to shake it off. “Did you see the pictures on Twitter?”
“The ones with Frédéric?” You ask him and he nods in return. The pictures he is referring to being his new team principle giving your four-year-old niece some daisies. There is a teasing smile on your lips as you say, “Don’t worry, Charles, I’m not coming for a Ferrari seat. He was just giving Cecily some flowers when we were passing by.”
“I wish you would’ve brought her into the garage, I’ve missed her.” The pout he’s sporting lets you know that he is being genuine and not putting on a show for your attention.
“You know I couldn’t, I had to get back to my own garage before the race.” The emphasis you use makes him roll his eyes as his fingers occupy themselves with the stacked bracelets on your wrist. “Who are you supposed to be, anyway?”
“James Bond.” He replies in an unattached voice, exhaling a deep breath. “I didn’t realise it was a costume party.”
“Charles,” you laugh, head tilted to the side as you keep holding his gaze, “it was on the invitation, darling.”
He groans, “I know that, now. Pierre was not impressed when I first showed up.”
“I can imagine.” You agree in a sympathetic voice. “Maybe we should’ve thought of something before you left last week.”
“Oh, yeah, like what? Vivian?” He smirks, his eyes going over your body once more, but without any shame this time. “Do you have any idea how great you look?”
“It was the last movie we watched.” You shrug, a coy smile on your lips. “Maybe you could’ve been a ballerina, like Natalie Portman, in ‘Black Swan’.”
He lets out a hearty laugh. “Oh please, you know how good my legs would look in tights compared to yours.”
“Oh, chéri,” You tut, stepping closer to him as you rake your fingers down on his tie. “You couldn’t if you tried.”
“I would crush you.” He challenges as he lifts an eyebrow.
You shake your head. “You wouldn’t touch me.”
“Why not?” He asks, amused.
You shrug in a nonchalant manner. “Because you'd be too busy staring at me in tights.”
“No I wouldn’t,” Charles argues, shaking his head slightly.
“You’re doing it right now.” You sing in a light voice.
“You’re not wearing any.” He points out, his hands moving to rest on the bare skin of your waist, curtesy of the cut-outs your dress provides.
You tug on his tie to draw him closer to you, his lips lingering near his ear as you whisper, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
He is left speechless when you let him go, grab your drink and start walking towards your teammate, making sure to add an extra sway to your hips because you know Charles is watching you to confirm what you’ve just told him.
You have a secret, and it’s big – big, huge. And it has something to do with the Monegasque laying beneath you. Charles talks about the last few days he spent at the Ferrari factory as you listen to him, your eyes focused on the way his face moves through various expressions when he talks about the car. Your chin is placed on your hands which are placed together on his chest, giving you the perfect view of his face. His fingers are moving on the bare skin on your back, the white bed sheet pulled up only enough to cover the globe of your ass. Although you try your best to keep up with his stream of consciousness, humming where accurate and asking him questions here and there, but Charles can see the sleepy look in your eyes through your hooded eyes.
“Are you okay, mon soleil?” He asks, his chest rumbling with his voice underneath your hands.
“Sleepy,” you mumble, leaning up against him to bury your face against the side of his neck, “you’re warm, though.”
He pulls the sheet up your body; interpreting the way you shiver as you being cold, when the actual reason is the pleasure the skin to skin contact brings. “You can go back to sleep; we still have some time.” The incoherent mumbles leaving your lips makes him chuckle, which in return makes you smile against him. Your fingers trace over the edge of his five o’clock shadow, and you suddenly find yourself thanking whatever deity is up there that he forgot to shave because of all the commotion of travelling over the past few days. “What did you just say?”
“It’s just funny that you tell me I should sleep after you’ve kept me up the entire night, darling.” Your breathy chuckle hits the side of his neck as he lets out a chuckle of his own.
“I didn’t hear you complaining at any point,” he raises one of his brows, earning him a pat against his chest and you making yourself rise enough to glare at him.
You try your best to frown at him, locking your gaze with his, as you can feel the heat starting to rise up to your face at the mention of your not so innocent activities of last night. “You’re incorrigible, Charles.”
“Oh, chérie,” he coos, brushing the pad of his thumb over the swell of your cupids-bow. You’re about to give in and give him a kiss when he rises up, himself, with a frown and you in his arms.
“What’s wrong?” You ask in a worried voice, following his line of vision to your closed bedroom door.
“Does anyone else have your keys?” Charles asks, “I heard the front door open–”
Your eyes widen as you scramble to get off him, pulling the sheet up to cover your nakedness. “Charles, hide!” You hiss, while trying to force him to move.
“Y/N?” You hear your assistant, Margo, yell through the house. “I got those thermal things you wanted!”
“One second, please!” You call back to her, looking at Charles with pleading eyes. Thankfully, he manages to hide underneath the sheets just before Margo barges into the room. Even more luckily, the duvet over the sheets ends up hiding his body seamlessly. “Hi, Margo.” You give her the best smile you can muster up under the situation, your hand still clutching the bedsheet on your chest with enough force to make your hand hurt.
“Oh my god, are you naked under there?” Margo babbles, a light blush covering her cheeks. “Since when do you sleep naked?”
“Um… I heard it’s good for your circulation?” You answer her in an unsure voice, causing Charles to tighten his hands on your thighs in warning, you have no idea how he managed to squeeze between them in the first place. “Thank you for the thermals, you’re an angel.”
“N-no problem.” She smiles at you nervously, obviously stressed because of the lack of clothes on your body for the sake of professionalism. “Toto wanted me to tell you that he is meeting up with Lewis for lunch later and asked me to ask you to join them if you were free.”
“Sure, do you know wh-when?” You stutter during the last word, feeling Charles’ fingers and breath coming closer to your center.
Margo checks her watch, then looks back up at you. “Around three, at that Italian place the team went out for dinner the last time.”
You nod in acknowledgement as you try the remember the exact location of the restaurant she mentioned, gasping because Charles decides to give your clit a little lick before taking it between his lips to gently suck on it. “I’ll be there!” You rush out, hands gripping the white sheet even tighter.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Margo asks while eyeing you up with worry, “Should I take you to a doctor, or something?”
“Oh no, I’m fine, honey.” You wave her off with a nervous chuckle. “I think it’s all in your – head!”
“Um.. okay. I’ll see you later, then.” Margo mumbles as she leaves your room with red cheeks.
You throw your head back in a groan over the awkward encounter, waiting until hearing the front door open and close before pulling the sheets back and glaring at the man between your thighs, who still has his mouth on you, by the way. “You are evil, Charles, pure evil! What were you thinking?”
He draws back slightly to raise a questioning brow. “Do you want me to stop?” However, he resumes his torture when you don’t answer him, looking up at you while grinning like the devil himself as he murmurs into your skin, “That’s what I thought.”
It’s hard, being a woman in the motorsport world, and especially in F1. While some may say it’s unprecedented, and you’d agree, you also think there’s going to be misogynistic pigs in any sector you might end up working in, so why not have some fun? The article comes out the day before the race, right before the qualifying session. You’re not the one to check your phone before going on track, but an urge to do so pokes at you when you realise people are giving you worried looks in the Mercedes garage. Your jaw tightens as you read through the article, fingers tightening around your phone as you read every single sexist comment being made about the way you dress, talk, and your entire F1 career and accomplishments being discredited just because of your gender. You’re absolutely fuming as you throw your phone onto the couch in your driver’s room and grab your helmet and balaclava as you walk briskly towards the garage.
Both Toto and Lewis look at you with surprised, but worried, looks as you announce, “Make me go out first.”
“Are you sure, Y/N?” Toto asks, sharing a worried glance with Lewis. “You usually wait for a while for other people to–.”
“No, I’m sure.” You tug on your balaclava as you add, “Make sure I’m on softs, please.”
The two men watch you walk off towards your car, Lewis mumbling, “Hell hath no fury like the woman scorned.” The Austrian turns to him, eyebrows raised, which causes him to roll his eyes. “Yes, Toto, I read.”
You’re a force to be reckoned with on track during qualifying. Although having not the best start to the season, you push your Mercedes to its absolute limits, managing to outpace even the Red Bulls, and constantly asking your engineer for another lap until Toto has to ask you to retire for the day – in long story short, you are the pole sitter for the Sunday’s race. There are four people waiting for you when you get out of your car, those four people being: Toto, Susie, Lewis and Mick – though you’re pretty sure the latter was dragged into this intervention because you’re usually unable to get angry next to the reserve driver.
“You were reckless out there, Y/N.” Toto frowns, crossing his arms over his chest (Mick copies his actions, nodding, as he does his best to give you a stern look).
“I drove the best I have in over a year,” you argue, “we are starting on P1 tomorrow because of my driving today.”
“I don’t care if we start P20, you know you shouldn’t have gone out there that angry!” Susie places a pacifying hand on your team principle’s arm when his voice gets higher.
“We know you were angry about the article,” Lewis starts, but you cut him off as you grumble,
“A very astute conversation, Lewis.” You snap, not allowing him to continue as you begin ranting, “He called me a ‘Malibu Barbie’, and suggested that I should find another career, do you know how disheartening that is?”
“They called me Ken once,” Mick mumbles with a small pout on his lips, quickly mumbling “sorry,” when you give him a scathing look.
“There will always be journalists who are against you and me,” Lewis goes on to remind you, “I told that before you signed, and before your first race.”
“I know, but–” You stop to swallow down a sob, tilting your head back to delay the tears which are threatening to come out. “They implied that I’ve slept my way up to where I am today,” you inhale a deep breath as your voice wavers, “I’m so tired of my accomplishments being reduced to this.”
“Men will always be afraid of women who have the ability to be better at their jobs than they are,” Susie smiles softly at you – soft, but not pitiful, you realise. “It doesn’t mean that we should give up, it means that we do our best to make sure they are proved wrong.”
“You could’ve hurt yourself and others today,” Toto shakes his head, “you almost collided with both of the Ferraris.”
Your entire break pauses at the mention of the red cars, mind quickly drifting to the owner of the eyes you love looking into, but you’re quick to snap yourself out, “Are they okay?”
“Both Carlos and Charles are fine,” Susie assures you.
“No more reckless driving,” Toto points a finger at you and then to Lewis, who raises his arms in surrender. “I mean it.” He pats you on the back before leaving, whispering a quick, “Good job today, kiddo.”
“Why do I get in trouble because of you?” Lewis wonders aloud, his hands on his hips.
“We haven’t been teammates for that long, Lewis.” You squint your eyes.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Mick asks with a concerned look on his face.
You nod in thought, pointed to both of them. “I will be, but I need both of your help.”
Mick gulps, voice tentative as he asks, “We’re not doing anything illegal, are we?”
After you’re done explaining your plan to your teammates, you say goodbye to both of them and make your way towards your driver’s room. Charles gets up, quickly, from the couch as you enter, shocked expressions on both of your faces. “H-how did you get in here?”
“I had to sneak in through the back,” he explains as he gets closer to you, hands quickly cup your cheek for his thumbs to swipe under your eyes. “Chérie, did you cry?”
“I- no!” You shake your head as you try to get him off. “I’m just- ugh, I’m just so angry!”
He lets you rant in his arms, eventually giving in and shedding a few tears of frustration, but he doesn’t comment until you’re done with your thoughts, and when he does comment, it is not to undermine your feelings. He takes you back to the hotel, and before the two of you leave your garage, he sneaks a soft kiss on your lips which has you melting in his arms. Unbeknown to you, Susie, Toto and Lewis watch the interaction from the other end of the corridor, with the latter murmuring, “Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.” Lewis gives Toto a side-eye as the team principle looks at him with the same surprised look from before, “For the last time, man, I read!”
All the eyes in the car are on you, the next morning when you, Mick and Lewis arrive to the track in the same car. “You ready to leave?” Lewis asks you, looking at you from the rear-view mirror from the passenger seat; Mick drove to the track instead of you because you told them both there was no way you were driving with the heels you wore today.
“It’s now or never,” you mutter, subconsciously fixing your hair.
“Give them hell.” Mick turns back to smile at you, and you give him a nervous smile as you exit the car.
A few people around the entrance turn to give you funny looks, you reply to some of them by offering a thin-lipped smile. The real show starts when you finally enter the racing grounds, photographers turning to snap a picture of you when they realise it’s actually you. You plaster on a plastic smile, waving at them as you do your absolute best to walk in the 6-inch heels which were definitely not the brightest idea you’ve ever had.
“Hi, Barbie!” A similar voice calls out to you, and you smile genuinely for the first time as you call back. ,
“Hi, Ken!” You turn towards Pierre, pushing your sunglasses up towards your hair as you watch the Frenchman walk towards you with Carlos and Charles behind him.
“Please tell me it’s a wig,” Carlos frowns, his eyes lingering on your suddenly platinum hair.
“I’m having fun as a blonde, Carlos.” You shrug innocently, your arms crossing over your chest, and the pink dress you’ve decided to wear for the occasion.
Pierre nods in support, “Blondes do have more fun, Carlos.”
“I- Why?” Carlos asks, not getting the joke shared between you and Pierre. “I don’t understand.”
“Fine, no soup for you, then.” You mumble rolling your eyes. However, your eyes widen when you realise he genuinely doesn’t get the reference. “Seriously- Carlos, it’s from Seinfeld.”
“I’ve never watched it.” He admits, his frown still prominent on his face.
“It’s okay, mate,” Pierre assures him taking him away to explain the joke to him, which leaves you and Charles alone.
You turn to Charles with a coy smile on your face. “You like the new look?”
“I- but, when?” He asks you, more confused then ever. “You were not blonde when I left last night.”
“Mick bought the dye for me.” You explain, trying to supress a grin. “We stayed up all night trying to bleach my hair.”
“You stayed up all night?” Charles asks, more concerned now that he learns that you didn’t have a good night’s sleep. “That’s so wrong, mon soleil, why did you do it? Is it about the article? Of course, it is.”
“Charles, calm down, darling.” You place a hand on his chest, even though you’re hyperaware of the fact that both of you are out in the open. “I’m just going to prove something, alright? I feel fine.”
“You should’ve slept.” Charles frowns, taking a deep breath. “Are you sure you feel good enough to be in a car?”
You nod excitedly. “Positive, I have a race to win. And wait until you see what Lewis and I are going to wear.”
“I can’t wait, chérie.”
Just as you promised Charles, you win the race. Your pace is even better than the previous day, but instead of being fuelled by anger, you are fuelled by determination to win. Your engineers play Aqua’s Barbie Girl as a surprise, and to make things even better, Lewis and you stand on the podium in a Mercedes 1-2 in your matching pink helmets and shoes – even Toto donned pink glasses for the occasion. Charles lets out a hearty laugh alongside you on the podium when he sees your outfits. Yeah, you decide in that moment, this one is for the girls.
You and Charles’ relationship happened so unexpectedly, but that doesn’t mean that you regret a secret moment of it. It all started when you were moving to Monte Carlo at the end of last year’s season, and Charles was the only one available to help you in the process – not that you asked him of course, he offered you to help because he is a gentleman like that. It didn’t take the both of you long enough to go on dates as you spent more and more time together, and it was a natural transition to both of you dating each other exclusively. Despite what you expected, the first time Charles actually kissed you was on a cliff overlooking the entirety of Monte Carlo, the view was beautiful, but you were still apprehensive because of your location on the cliff. So, being the gentleman he is, Charles offered to hold you, and that’s when he decided to kiss you.
Lewis comes back to the table after taking a phone call as he apologises, “Sorry, I was on the phone; long distance.”
“God?” You ask him, mockingly nodding, which makes George and Carmen laugh.
“London,” Lewis clarifies as he gives you a questioning look.
You gasp as you ask. “God lives in London?”
“No, my mother in lives in London.” Lewis replies in the calmest voice he can muster.
“You mother is God?” You ask right back, without the appearance of joking. Your small discussion grabs the attention of other drivers and couples as the two of you continue bickering.
“Y/N,” Lewis tries to warn you, but you continue on with your rant.
Leaning towards Charles, Alex and Lily who are seated close together, you announce, “So, God is a woman.”
“Y/N!” Lewis groans this time.
“And my teammates mother, it’s so cool! I’m definitely going to ask for strategy points for the next season.”
The table shares a laugh as you and Lewis continue bickering back and forth, eliciting laughs from people who watch you with amusement. Eventually, Pierre clears his throat. “Okay, what is everyone’s plans for the break?” he asks, trying to look over the long table.
“Isa and I are off to Mallorca,” Carlos announces as she presses a sweet kiss to his cheek.
“I’m going back home,” Yuki shrugs.
“I’m going to see Chloe and Scotty,” Lance mumbles, “and probably Daniel, too.”
Everyone goes around to announce their plans for the break, but when it comes to you and Charles, you are nervous as you announce, “I’m just going to stay home, get to know the city, you know?”
“Yeah, same.” Charles nods, thinking he got away with his evasive answer.
“You’re going to get to know the city you were born and raised in?” Fernando asks with a knowing smirk.
“You can always find new things if you know where to look,” Charles replies in a serious tone, trying to appear stern as he nods to strengthen his point. You’re busy squeezing his hand under the table to death.
“Yeah, like what?” Max asks, which earns him a slap on the arm from Kelly. “What? I’m curious.”
“Like, umm, like-like cafés, and bookshops, and you know those little stores which sell souvenirs but not the generic kind?” He rambles, trying to think of more examples.
“Okay that’s enough,” Lewis cuts him off, shaking his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “We all know the two of you are dating. The entire grid, and engineers, and probably most of the team principles.”
“What?” You laugh nervously, trying to shrug him off. “Don’t be stupid.”
“Yeah, we are not dating.” Charles shakes his head, his octave going up as he receives looks from people around the table. “We are not!”
“Drop the act, it’s disgusting the way you two look at each other.” Checo complains from the other side of the table.
“Yeah, and I can see him doing stuff to your hand under the table.” Lance winces.
“He is not doing stuff to my hand under the table!” You squeal, but Charles is too busy trying to contain his laughter next to you. “Is this funny to you, Charles?”
“I mean, a little bit,” Charles confirms, finally succumbing to his laugher, “we have nothing to hide now, chérie.”
“I knew it!” Pierre exclaims, “I told you I saw them together at my birthday!” He tells his girlfriend.
“Toto and I saw them kissing after quali,” Lewis shrugs.
You gasp as you turn towards him. “You did not!”
“Yes we did,” Lewis argues, “even Susie saw.”
Charles pulls you towards himself, still laughing over people arguing whether they saw you together over the past year or not, as he wraps your arms around your shoulder, you murmur to him, “I am so crashing next to him next year, Daniel style.” You take a pause to think, “No, Mazepin style.”
“Maybe not crash into your teammate for the sake of poor Toto, mon soleil.”
You let out an unsatisfied grumble as you hear Alex complain to Lily, “Why didn’t she tell me? I thought we were best friends!” You groan and look around the table at all the people around you, who are all surprisingly supportive of your relationship, you smile as you press a soft kiss to Charles’ lips.
He grins as he asks, “What was that for?”
“Nothing,” you shrug, “I just think you’re pretty cool.”
“I think you’re pretty cool, too, my love.” He mumbles and gives you another kiss despite few groans coming from around the table.
#monzabee#requests open#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 smut#formula 1#fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1 x y/n#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagine#imagine#fluff#angst#smut#charles leclerc smut#charles leclerc fluff
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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.
Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :
Formula 1:
Max Verstappen
Oscar Piastri
Charles Leclerc
Lewis Hamilton
Carlos Sainz
Daniel Riccardo
Mick Schumacher
Franco Colapinto
Liam Lawson
Ollie Bearman
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid
Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
Marvel:
Bucky Barnes
Tony Stark
Thor
Deadpool
Steve Rogers
Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)
Harry Osborn (James Franco)
Wolverine (X-Men movies)
Cyclops (X-Men movies)
Charles Xavier (James McAvoy)
Call of Duty
Keegan Russ
Simon "Ghost" Riley
König
Phillip Graves
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Star Wars:
Anakin Skywalker
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Kylo Ren
Luke Skywalker
Han Solo
Outer Banks: (pls no spoilers s4 hasnt been watched yet)
JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron
Topper Thornton
John B. Routledge
Ward Cameron
Harry Potter:
Harry Potter
Cedric Diggory
Draco malfoy
Ron Weasley
Fred Weasley
Blaise Zabini
Regulus Black
Severus Snape
Tom Riddle
Sirius Black
Lorenzo Berkshire
Oliver Wood
The Walking Dead:
Glenn Rhee
Daryl Dixon
Rick Grimes
Carl Grimes
Negan Smith
Sports:
Joao Felix
Jude Bellingham
Brock Purdy
Joe Burrow
Leon Draisaitl
Jack Hughes
Vince Dunn
Mitch Marner
Connor Bedard
Wayne Gretzky (young)
Miscallaneous:
Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)
Patrick Bateman
Batman (Christian Bale)
Johnathan Crane
Finnick Odair
Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)
Rodrick Heffley
Tristan Dugray
Dylan O'brien
Bellamy Blake
Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)
Joe Goldberg
Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)
Minho (The Maze Runner)
Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler, Dr. Beckham, Julian Mercer, Ted Logan)
Jim Halpert
Farkas/Vilkas
Ulfric Stormcloak
Miraak
Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)
Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)
Dallas Winston
Sodapop Curtis
Robby Keene
Zuko (atla dallas liu)
Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)
Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)
Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)
James Franco (Laird Mayhew, Harry Osborn, all characters)
What I wont do:
Pedophilia
Beastiality or anything animal-y
Waterworks
Male reader (sorry)
Character x character
Threesomes or anything not 1x1
Character x oc
Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)
Daddy/mommy kinks
Incest or stepcest
(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)
#f1#f1 imagine#angst#f1 x reader#formula 1#formula 1 smut#formula1#criminal minds fluff#criminal minds#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch x reader#derek morgan#derek morgan x reader#max verstappen angst#max verstappen imagine#charles leclerc#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#lando norris#lando norris x reader#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader#marvel#marvel imagine#bucky barnes#chris evans#rodrick heffley#sam and colby
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Horror House Reacts: To Bubba Hugging Them.
Warnings: Its crack.
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Billy Loomis: *Thinking* 'Holy s h i t. Leatherface is gonna kill me.'
Carrie White: *Nervous* "Ohh, Bubba!... haha... Are you- Are you okay? Um... " *Gives in after a moment, burying her head in Bubba's soft warm chest.* "Thank you Bubba... " // She doesn't care about the smell or the rotten flesh- she is so affection starved!!
Chucky Lee Ray: "... Put me the fuck down or lose your teeth. Its your choice. And also- jesus fucking christ, Bubs, take a shower."
Freddy Krueger: *Thinking, because his face is mushed into Bubba* '... this is how I die. Huh. Suffocated by a FAT GUY'S TITS- '
Jason Voorhees: Jason doesn't really cuddle him back because he is not physically affectionate- but this is his brother and he loves him, so he very calmly gives his back a pat. Like yeah I got you. You alright? Did someone hurt you? Does he need to kill someone?
Jennifer Check: "Oh, god, Bubba- you stink like raw meat left out in the sun marinating in ass sweat all fucking day- let me go!"
Jerry Dandridge: *Sighhh* "Okay buddy bring it in, but ah... a quick one, okay? Because this is cashmere, and I have a dinner date- "
Michael Myers: Oh Bubba you have nerve. He doesn't move, obviously, but um... he is not pleased.
Pamela Voorhees: True class, here. She doesn't even flinch, gives him a pat on the back and a smile, and offers him a cookie. He's a good boy, just like her Jason.
Patrick Bateman: *So so close to flipping out... standing there stiff as a board with Bubba squeezing him... eye twitching... *
Pennywise: *Alarms Bubba by reciprocating and wrapping his arms around... and around... and around and around and around Bubba until he's basically ensnared by elongated clown arms, cackling.*
Stu Macher: Initiates the hug. Chucks his arms out, like, "C'MERE, BUBBA! GIMMIE THAT SNUGGLE." Look, Stu is over the moon to meet his idols XDD I mean, he'd prefer to get a hug outta Michael or Freddy... but that seems unlikely... so he is getting that cuddle outta Bubba XD
Tiffany Valentine: Just thinking 'What would Martha Stuart do, what would Martha Stuart do, what would Martha Stuart do- '
#Horror House! AU#Horror House!AU#Horror House AU#Horror House#Horror Villains#Horror Villains React#Tiffany Valentine#Stu Macher#Pennywise#Patrick Bateman#Pamela Voorhees#Michael Myers#Jerry Dandridge#Jennifer Check#Jason Voorhees#Freddy Krueger#Chucky#Charles Lee Ray#Carrie White#Billy Loomis#Bubba Sawyer
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What famous characters I see F1 drivers playing
Max Verstappen — Rick Deckard (Blade Runner)
Checo Pérez — Wolverine (X-Man)
Daniel Ricciardo —Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)
Yuki Tsunoda— Donnie Darko (Donnie Darko)
George Russell— James Bond (007)
Lewis Hamilton— Neo (The Matrix)
Oscar Piastri— Han Solo (Star wars)
Lando Norris— Marty McFly (Back to the future)
Fernando Alonso— Rocky Balboa (Rocky)
Lance Stroll— Ferris Bueller (Ferris Buller’s day off)
Nico Hulkenberg— Elliott Ness (The untouchables)
Kevin Magnussen— Ragnar (Vikings)
Charles Leclerc— Harry Potter (Harry Potter series)
Carlos Sainz— Patrick Bateman (American Psyco), Poe Dameron (Star Wars)
Alex Albon— Ian Malcom (Jurassic Park)
Logan Sargeant— Jessie Pinkman (Breaking Bad), Luke Skywalker (Star wars)
Pierre Gasly— Maximus (Gladiator)
Esteban Ocon— Ricky Blaine (Casablanca)
Zhou Guanyu— Travis Bickle (Taxi Driver)
Valtteri Bottas— Walter White (Breaking Bad)
#formula 1#f1#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#pierre gasly#esteban ocon#oscar piastri#lando norris#valtteri bottas#zhou guanyu#alex albon#logan sargeant#max verstappen#checo perez#daniel ricciardo#yuki tsunoda#nico hulkenberg#kevin magnussen#fernando alonso#lance stroll#george russell#lewis hamilton
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in terms of music i think pocahontas comes pretty close
thinking about mulan. easily one of the best disney movies
#what happened to disney why don’t they put soul into movies anymore#i mean i know pocahontas is like super inaccurate but the songs go crazyyyy#also stacked cast patrick bateman and charles emerson winchester iii
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