#but hes gonna make you watch texas chainsaw massacre and talk through it

[salmonlyster]

needed to take a break from my bad self indulgent comic to draw this bad self indulgent comic

[pierrotsmoon]

Dorm leaders with a s/o who loves horror movies 

(and other creepy media)

Jumping back into it! Might be a little rusty :)

Warnings- horror movie discussion, slight fem implication but not really, fluff, cheesiness, a lil OOC but nothing extreme, author is so tired rn just pretend we can show them media from our world for my sake plz

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is a little afraid of horror movies

His mother had never allowed him to watch anything over pg-13, so he’s really unaware of the wonders of horror media

You probably start him off with scarier kids movies, like Coraline

He’s really freaked out by the opening scene

(Probably deeply relates the other mother to his own)

If you get him into more objectively terrifying movies, like (one of my favs) Texas Chainsaw Massacre, he’ll try to distract himself by holding on to you, and talking about the camerawork, the artistic value and all that

He will sit with you on the couch, hands covering his eyes, peeking out slightly

Doesn’t love overt guts and all that, but probably enjoys the more subtle, unnerving horror, that’s what really freaks him out

Considers you to be extremely brave, probably brags to the other dorm leaders about you

“I’m not afraid! This is just distasteful!”

Leona Kingscholar

He also probably enjoys horror movies, but when he watches them with you, he feels the need to prove himself a little

Loves cheesy slasher flicks, especially if you both sit there and make fun of them together

Adores watching B horror movies with you, the worse the movie, the more fun you both have

Hates the tropes involving women in those types of films, thinks its super disrespectful to assume girls are stupid enough to just open the door for the killer

*Cue eye roll*

One of those people who either falls asleep mid movie, or talks through it with you, either way it's pretty fun

Adores the more old school horror, like 1931’s Dracula and creepy comedy, like The Addams Family

People tend to characterize him as a lazy brute, but he’s also a royal, so he probably grew up appreciating some art and vintage media, so I think he’d appreciate black and white movies

(he’d rather die than admit it, but he definitely feels all mushy inside watching the Addams Family)

He also probably gets mildly disturbed during build up scenes, jumpscares and all that, but it’s usually just because of his heightened beastman senses

“Of course it didn’t jump, stop being ridiculous.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Hes terrified, I’ll just leave that there

Jkjk I could never leave out my favorite fishman

He’s horrified during practically any part of the movie, but especially during the big finale scene (think Scream) 

However big is fear is, his need to prove himself as a big strong manly man is even bigger, so he’ll act like he’s not scared at all

He;s really bad at it tho, so expect to literally have him on your lap by the credits

He definitely sticks to the less scary movies, like The Boy which just sort of unnerved him more than anything

If you’re like, a super horror buff, he’ll stick around as best as he can

He wants to encourage your interests!

Pro tip: invite the twins to come around for a big movie night, they’ll be cracking jokes throughout while Azul looks like he’s about to combust

“Jade! Floyd! Stop laughing or I’ll cut your salary!” 

Kalim Al-Asim

You'd think he’s gonna be scared don’t you?

This man fears nothing on a screen, literally 

Honestly he probably is a bigger fan of analogue horror than anything

Loves Mandela Catalogue 

He enjoys the fresh, new format that it provides, probably because of how easily bored he gets

Literally sits through everything with a calm-to-happy expression

Every time a new flick catches your attention, he’ll get tickets

If you’re a buff who gets scared easily (Me too!) he’ll be sure to tease you about it

Lots of hugs during movies

Another one who jokes about cheesy jumpscares, somehow never even the slightest bit startled

“What's so scary? You wanna see something terrifying, look at Jamil when he realizes I’m throwing another banquet!” 

Vil Shoenheit

Tbh he’s probably acted in horror movies

As the aforementioned horror

Thinks a lot of them are distasteful

Probably because he’s scared (jk)

Has his arm around your shoulder during the whole movie, its for his sake, but you're not complaining

Loveloveloves discussing the practical effects and prosthetics with you

Unrealistic fake blood bores him severely 

Another fan of cheap B horror movies, just for the makeup

You’ve never heard him laugh harder then during some sloppy CGI scene

Literally tears in his eyes

“T-the Hair- oh my Goddess Liebling, look at his HAIR!”

Idia Shroud

 Horror?

He’s in heaven!

Idia is a BIG fan of horror media, primarily horror manga and anime

If you want to win him over for life, introduce him to the work of Junji Ito 

His favorite Junji Ito manga is his rendition of Frankenstein

Deeply personal, also he’s mildly terrified of the hubris of man

The both of you sit in your own little blanket cocoons (unless you wanna share one…) and watch horror movies in his room

Deeply analyzes horror movies with psychological aspects, it's one of his favorite things to do!

 If it's a little late at night, you’ll notice his eyes flit around the room, just keeping watch

Slasher flicks are some of his fav non-anime horror, the tropes keep him excited

“I knew it! I-I mean it was easy enough to figure out, if you check out the context clues and-”

Malleus Draconia

Hm?

He’s extremely inexperienced when it comes to modern media, and horror is completely foreign to him

Malleus probably asked why humans like scaring themselves so much, it seems silly to him

He is open to the idea of watching these films with you, as long as you are happy, he is

Probably enjoys horror comedies most of all, the morbid humor is enjoyable to him

Watching horror movies with Malleus will always include big bowls of ice cream, warm pajamas, and plenty of questions

Lover of horror movies that discuss more mundane human life, because it is so foreign to him

Like Black Christmas 1974

He thinks you are a confusing little human, for enjoying looking at things that terrify and mortify yourself and others

And he wouldn’t want you any other way

“Child of man, what is so horrifying about this movie exactly?”

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Thank you for reading! This is a new acc, but i'll probs repost this on Ao3, also, Vil with German nicknames is so

[haruniki]

Movie Night- CSM

What your fav is choosing for movie night!- Power, Kobeni, Reze, Asa/Yoru, Quanxi(+the gfs), Makima, and Himeno

a/n: first post that i am making from a computer waaaahhh, sorry if it’s bad lol I watched some movies today and i wanted to share what I think some of the characters from CSM would watch! I hope you guys enjoy, also trying to branch out writing some of the characters so there's a bit more in this one i think. Also all movies choosen are just ones that i think they would watch, these are also mostly movies I’ve watched! some of these movie choices suck/are probs overused

POWER:

Power has a very versatile list of movies that she wants to watch every single time

Getting to watch a movie dates are most likely her reward from you for bathing or being good

Power’s pick of a good movie are mostly likely horror movies. The more gorey the better, the more blood shown the better as well.

Always laughing at the horrific scenes

Doesn’t like horror movies where the people have to go through elaborate puzzles to live. Power finds those boring and way to long. (Definitely not disliking Saw)

Power’s go to movie is Texas Chainsaw Massacre! It reminds her of Denji and she likes taking notes of what’s going on then asking Denji if he’s able to do the things that were in the movie.

While watching the movie, Power is really invested! Finds the movies very interesting. Holds Meowy up to see the screen while asking Meowy questions.

“Meowy, don’t you think the movie is interesting? Oh wow! Look at him chopping up that human! Weaklings! I would never be killed in such a way.”

KOBENI:

Kobeni likes movies that have a nice storyline and cute characters!

When she’s able to, Kobeni always choosen a movie that makes her feeling happy! She’s most likely choosing a Studio Ghibli film or a popular romance film!

Howl’s Moving castle is one of Kobeni’s favorite movies to watch on her days off. She likes to be able to be in her pajamas while laying either on the couch or on the bed cuddling with you. Maybe even having a snack or two nearby.

She loves pointing out detail in the scene as well as repeating some of the lines that she knows by heart, though she’ll get embarrassed if you tease her about it.

Kobeni especially loves it when you remember little facts that she tells you about the movie!

“uhh, I know it’s not in the movie, but Sophie.. Sophie actually has powers in novel! I really think they could’ve added it in the movie but I suppose it makes the movie storyline move better. AH! Sorry, I was rambling!”

Kobeni’s favorite character is Turnip Head! She finds Turnip Head helping Sophie along in her adventures adorable!

REZE:

Action Movies with a bit of romance!

While it might be a bit cheesy, Reze likes movies that have both action and some romance. She think it’s nice that throughout all the violence that occurs that the main character and their love interest can still fall in love.

Her top movie of this kinda of movie is Divergent. 

She likes the main character and finds the storyline exciting and interesting.

Definitely read the book series and liked it just as much, maybe even better than movie itself.

Likes explaining niche details in the movie, maybe slightly spoiling the movie/book itself.

“So in this scene, you can see that she’s about to get a tattoo, but your gonna wanna notice the kind of tattoo it is! This will be important for later in the movie and- Heyy (y/nn) are ya listening?”

definitely looks up the actors to see what other movies/shows they’re apart of 

Reze also nit picks certain parts of the movie and how they differ from the book 

ASA/Yoru

Asa doesn’t really watch movies. I see her watching more documentaries than movies.

Likes watching documentaries with you on different topics from oceanic life to ancient greece life.

Doesn’t really talk during these moments you both are watching, but will pause to discuss part of it with you or to correct the speaker about how the information they said was slightly incorrect. (mostly does that during oceanic documentaries)

“I disagree with what they said. While yes you can eat starfish, you have to be careful. A large handful of starfish are poisonous and it’s dangerous to eat them. You can differentiate between them though but that would involve you having to do your own research about such a topic. I don’t see you having to eat those anytime soon, plus if you did-”

Asa is always proud when you praise her for knowing so much. Even offering to teach you a bit more as a study date!

Yoru doesn’t really watch movies or anything but does also like documentaries. Specifically, about weaponry or even wars.

Watching the weaponry documentaries provides her with more ideas for weapons. Likes to also watch the clips of the weapons being made.

War documentaries are a bit different with Yoru though. She oddly proud of them and wishes for you to praise her for them, going so far as to slightly nudge you to hopefully prompt you to compliment such awful events.

“Y’know, I’m the one who cause all of that. Such memorable events came from me! It’s shame that nobody else seems to remember them, ah! But you can boast about how your dating someone so powerful if you wish.”

You might have to explain why those aren’t boastful events even if she pouts.

QUANXI(+the gfs):

Quanxi doesn’t choose what movie is being watched. She usually lets you and the other girls choose. 

However, it isn’t unusually for her to be a tie breaker for a movie. Depending on the movie and her mood, she’ll choose whichever she feels more like watching.

These can range from a horror movie (Cosmo’s choice being Halloween) to mystery movies (Pingsti choice being Where the Crawdads Sing) 

Quanxi usually chooses the movie of whoever she hasn’t been paying more attention to. 

A cuddle pile always occurs during the movies in which almost everyone falls asleep.

Snacks are also always present during these movie nights too. A whole buffet of choices

Quanxi most likely feeds one of the girls and the rest then all ask to be fed there choice of snack

“Eveyone got to eat there snack right? Oh (y/n), c’mere, you got a little somethin’ on your mouth.”

This leads to movie getting completely forgot, sometimes it’s a wonder why a movie night is even held.

MAKIMA:

While a bit of a mystery, one thing that’s for certain about Makima is her love for films.

Makima loves having movies night, especially when you choose then film. She likes to know the reasoning behind your choice. 

Are you sad or mad? Perhaps in a mood for laughs? Romantic movies perhaps you wish for something to happen throughout the movie?

Whatever the reason is, Makima enjoys watching you pick movies.

Makima usually chooses films that might make no sense or that have an artsy way of videography. Though she usually doesn’t say anything or show much emotion during the film

Makima doesn’t really have a favorite film. She likes ones that can make her feel emotions that she might not normally.

A film I believe Makima might genuinely like is Titanic. While an old movie and probably over used movie, it still has a nice storyline and pretty visuals.

“This movie is quite interesting. Were you interested in the romantic aspect of the film or perhaps the tragedy that was the boat sinking? Truly an interesting event, yes?”

Whatever the movie choice is, Makima is sure to even slightly enjoy even if it isn’t something she likes or usually watches.

HIMENO:

On the days that Himeno isn’t working or out drinking with her friends in the division, Himeno enjoys watching movies all day in her pajamas while eating either take out or whatever she has in her house with you.

She always welcome a nice laugh, so comedy movies are definitely her favorites.

Himeno especially likes movies that feature Adam Sandler

Whether that be Grown Ups or Hotel Transylvania, she doesn’t mind.

Loves quote random lines even if the lines are cringey.

Will probably watch any/all comedy movies the she can get her hands on. As long as she can get a good laugh she’s fine with it!

Definitely calls you to tell you that she bought five new movies that you both just have to watch right that moment.

“ Okay so before you come home, head to the convivence store near our place and buy an assload of snacks, OH! And drinks, can’t forget those, No need to grab any beer, i think there’s already some in the fridge. See you at home, ‘kay?”

Overall, Himeno is probably chill with whatever kind of movie you want to watch, but prefers things with comedy or atleast a comedic relief.

[mask-of-anubis]

part of a college au I’ll probably never fully write, but I love anyway.

Joy/Nina, Patricia/Eddie

Two local British girls pick up their idiot American’s at the airport after a long winter holiday.

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“I bet it’s Eddie who’s taking forever,” Patricia said. She checked her watch. The plane had landed forty-five minutes ago.

“It’s so crowded,” Joy said. “I bet it’s a baggage claim issue.”

“He’d still find a way to make it longer,” Patricia said.

Joy rolled her eyes. She saw through Patricia’s annoyed exterior. “Please, you’re desperate to see him.”

Patricia scoffed. “Am not,” she said. “At best, I am mildly pleased to have someone back in the country who can handle the kind of horror movies I like.”

“Is that why you rushed me out of the door?” Joy said. Patricia scowled at her smug smile.

“You’re talking a lot of smack for someone who runs to their girlfriend at the gate like you’re in the sappiest Hallmark movie on TV.”

Joy dropped her jaw. “Sappy? I’m not sappy, I’m never sappy,” Joy claimed.

“So that wasn’t you last Valentine’s writing Nina a two page love letter and hand-making a bouquet?”

Joy crossed her arms. “No, I don’t recall,” she said. She scanned the crowd.

“Nina and I aren’t the mushy type,” Joy said. “Am I excited to hear her weird, American accent and listen to her drone on about mummification or whatever? Sure, maybe – but I wouldn’t be caught dead all like ‘Baby! I missed you! Let’s hold hands on the tube!’”

“You always hold hands on the tube!” said Patricia.

“She wanders,” Joy snapped.

“Well, you won’t catch me in a mushy reunion. I’m sick of Eddie already. Why he wants me to come all the way here to meet him when I’m just gonna go right back to campus is beyond me,” Patricia said.

Joy smiled. “Five pounds says you’ll cave first,” she said.

“Deal.”

“Yacker!” someone shouted in the crowd. They turned, knowing that could only be one person.

Patricia’s whole face lit up. Joy thought this would be the easiest money she ever made.

Eddie and Nina appeared, waving.

Nina’s eyes were tired from the flight, but when she saw Joy she smiled so wide her face nearly broke.

“Mercer!” Nina said. She ran to her, her suitcase dragging to keep up.

Joy couldn’t help it. When she saw that smile and heard that accent, she ran to hug her. Nina dropped her suitcase.

Meanwhile, Patricia stayed firmly planted and made Eddie walk to her.

“Sappy!” she yelled at Joy, who was too busy kissing Nina’s cheek to respond.

Nina squeezed her hard. “Ugh, I missed you!” she said.

“I missed you too,” Joy said into her shoulder. She pulled away and pouted. “I can’t believe you were gone for a month,” she said. “You’re not allowed to do that ever again.”

“Yes ma’am,” Nina said.

Joy looked over Nina’s shoulder and saw Patricia and Eddie distracted with each other. She felt safe enough asking, “So how was your flight, baby?”

Nina groaned. “It was fine until Eddie insisted I watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre with him. Even when I bailed halfway through I still had to watch the whole thing ‘cause his screen was so bright.”

Joy grabbed her hand and swayed. “Wanna come to mine and watch a better movie later?” she asked. She traced Nina’s collarbone.

“Only if you’re okay with me falling asleep during it,” Nina said. “And I have to shower first. I'm so gross, I can’t believe I’m even letting you stand this close to me.”

“Don’t care,” Joy said. To prove it, she kissed her extra hard.

Nina pulled away, out of breath. “Well, maybe I’ll just shower at your place,” she said. Her cheeks were flushed.

“Oh, you and that perfect ass were always coming home with me. Sweet you thought I would give you a choice though,” Joy said. Nina smiled.

“Should we get going?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Joy said. “Not looking forward to a whole tube ride with those two. I bet Patricia I would be less sappy than her during the reunion.”

Joy had definitely lost now, but as long as she’d lost, she was looking forward to spending the train ride doodling on Nina’s hands like she loved to do.

“I dunno, you still might pull out a victory,” Nina said. She pointed behind them.

Sure enough, Patricia and Eddie were making out while travelers wove around them. Patricia even let him thread his fingers in hers.

“Hypocrite!” Joy gasped.

“Well, I haven’t made any bets, so I’m going to be super mushy when we get to your place,” Nina said. She kissed Joy’s temple.

Joy crossed her arms and rolled her eyes as if she was opposed. “Fine, you have permission to be mushy as long as you never tell Patricia.”

“Oh, I’d never tell Patricia what I do in your room,” Nina said with a smile.

Joy felt a buzz in her stomach. God she missed her. “Maybe it would be faster to take a cab home…” Joy said. Nina laughed.

Joy grabbed her hand and led her to the exit, hoping to get out of the airport before she got too hot and bothered.

As they passed Patricia and Eddie, Joy said, “Knock it off lovebirds, we’re leaving.”

They reluctantly pulled apart. Eddie was smiling but Patricia gave Joy a dirty look.

However, it was nothing compared to the look she gave when Nina said, “Damn guys, save the mushiness for behind closed doors.”

Joy couldn’t have been prouder.

[toxicanonymity]

vamp anon again!!! thank you so much, i can’t wait to see what you come up with! vampire joel lives rent free in my head and i’m not even mad about it, he deserves all the love !! im teeming with excitement rn knowing he’s gonna be popping up real soon.

also, now that i realized i’ve got like an anon signature, i just wanted to share something semi-personal?? so ive been on tumblr for a while now, but my blog is completely empty and i don’t interact much except for likes and very recently anons to my favorite blogs. i just find the whole exploration process and the layout of tumblr very daunting and overstimulating, and i feel like i need to dedicate one day to just sitting down and learning about it so i can actually use it more. anyway im totally rambling, but this has a point - i promise!

so, i’m a writer and i have tons of ideas/drafts, but im way too timid to share them with people or talk about them with others, and i often get discouraged from actually seeing them through even for my own sense of satisfaction, as most writers do. but your blog has always felt like such an exciting and safe space to be. your style always inspires me to experiment and your work is always inspirational, and i love reading your thoughts on different characters or stories, joel miller (im a pedro lover) or otherwise. you’re a fabulous writer, and you seem like a wonderful person. everything you make is interesting and engaging, and you’ve actually introduced me to a lot of characters and content that i never would have discovered otherwise (i’ve never watched texas chainsaw massacre but ughh your fic is!!! lovely!) from what you post you seem friendly and down to earth but so sweet. i mean, you’re doing this whole thing to bring people comfort in a very trying time. you seem awesome!

now, i know you’ve had your own share of adversity, especially on this site and in a fanbase that is known for being hostile at times. i just wanted to say, more or less, hang in there and never forget how incredible you are. do what makes you happy, and ik you’ll always have at least one person cheering for you!

also, if this is way too much of a ramble or comes off weird, i’m extremely sorry. i just hope to send some smiles your way!

-💟

Thank you so much friend 🥺, that was moving to read and it really does mean so much to me. I can't tell you how gratifying it is to inspire you, and your encouragement means the world. Tumblr was daunting to me too. @dark-scape brought me onto it 2 yrs ago and for months I was asking her, what's this? What's that? What did I just do?

Vampire is my #1 priority tomorrow :). Stop by any time, and if you ever want to talk about the writing stuff I'm here. Thanks again 🫂🫶

[sugar-spice-everything-vice]

do you have any general headcanons about carl or carl and his siblings??

Carl is a classic horror movie fan - I'm talking Friday the 13th, Halloween, Scream; his favorite is Texas Chainsaw Massacre; he loves a mindless gorey slasher; he's not as big a fan of modern horror movies. He's one of those people that say that horror movies now a days are trying too hard to say something. He doesn't really mean that. He just gets frustrated because he has trouble reading between the lines and understanding what the movie is trying to say. He'll usually rewatch those kinds of movies a couple of times by himself and/or watch those YouTube videos that are "[Movie Title] Explained"

We know he likes video games - we see him playing a few times throughout the show - and in S11 one of the things he buys himself is a VR; so he's a gamer--but he's one of those gamers that drinks shitty tasting energy drinks (no shade, I do too) and only plays like the same 3 games *cough cough* Call of Duty. I think he'd like the Resident Evil 4 Remake though. I think he'd really like Leon and after playing it would get a little fixated on wanting to be a badass cop like Leon; that and roundhouse kicks.

He's an artist!! He does graffiti consistently through the show, but he gets pretty good at it over time which means he practices!! (I'm actually gonna make a post on this). And I love that for him. I think it's a good hobby for him to have. I think that whenever he runs into kids vandalizing on the street as a cop, they run from him, and he tackles them; and they think he's going to arrest them, but instead he's like "your form is all wrong; come on, let me show you how it's done".

Also, I think if Carl had been in a different environment with more resources (so say if that gay couple that had been fostering Liam and him had actually adopted him), he could've become an artist instead.

[nicotinzwei]

February

Hello, February was stressful but okay. The last months I picked a song to listen to parallel to reading but I literally didn’t listent to new songs this month.

Book

Krabat from 1971 is a short novel by Otfried Preußler based on an old sorbian story. It describes 3 years in Krabats life in which he originally wants a summer job at a mill but then accidentally does dark magic. The audio book is only 3 hours long, one for each year, and is on youtube for free. It’s narrated by the author who describes scary or fantastical moments is such a casual manner that sometimes makes me want to scream at him, but also really adds to the mood of the books and Krabats seemingly dead-end situation. After finishing I found out that they built some sort of themed area in the place the story is set. There you can find all sorts of fun attractions for kids like a haunted mill, places of deaths of the characters, a sunken carriage and a graveyard. You can also rent the location for company events or weddings so you already know what I’m gonna do.

Movie

This month I went to my first cult movie screening. I saw a very cleaned up version of Rocky Horror as a play before which was also filled with audience participation but seeing The Room in a small old Viennese theatre with drunk students for its 20th anniversary was just so much better. I love the concept of audience participation and am kind of sad so few movies got the cult status needed for it. For this movie there are a bunch of callbacks pointing out weird details, famous lines you can quote, props like spoons or footballs you can throw or you can just scream at the characters for being so fucking stupid. Some people even came in a suit. I think after like two decades of going to the cinema this was my favorite experience. In an age of Netflix I really think this is how you keep cinema and communal watching alive.

Game and Videos

A double feature category! I started playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons again. I already had like 300 hours in this game and thought I was through with it, but then I started watching the Amanda Files and she got me hooked. The first video of her I saw she visited some horror themed island and described the plot of Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 in her valley girl voice and it’s the funniest thing I ever heard. She could talk about literally anything for 2 hours and I would listen to her while playing animal crossing.

Website

I didn’t know what to call the category because it’s not really about the website but more about the concept of buying second hand directly from people. The vintage fashion thing got so big over the last few years that especially in Vienna second hand stores are selling the stuff so overpriced that even if you only do it for environmental reasons you just can’t afford it anymore. But after I got two harmonicas second hand earlier this year I really started looking through willhaben religiously. This month I picked up a table only like 4 minutes away for 20€ and two days later I sold my old one for the same amount. If you live in an area where a lot of people are using it and you have a friend to carry stuff this is such a cool opportunity to basically just swap your stuff for free if you play your cards right. Now every few weeks on my lunch break I go somewhere, pick up a picture for 3€ and get in a little walk. Highly recommend it!

[morbid-rxse]

bout to go on a tangent so BUCKLE UP!!

1. adam dude i don’t even care if it’s basic no one gets adam like i get adam

2. MANDYYY!!! she’s my bbg and i wanna wrap her in a blanket, give her some warm food, kiss her forehead, and tell her everything’s gonna be ok

3. mark 😡 grrrr he’s so man, like ewww (don’t come after me hoffman stan’s i don’t even really know why i hate him sm i just do)

4. adam 😋 next question

5. ADAM OMG!! don’t make me start, oop too late, he had ways to get out of there we’ve seen one of the ways, i also just want to see how he would be after all that (fix-it fics save me)

6. was gonna say bobby cause i frogot the fucking EWW i cant even talk about it, the r@p!st/p€d0 that scene makes me sick just from everything around it..

7. chainshipping and shotgunshipping i don’t care much for coffinshipping tbh (save me doomed yuri/yaoi… doomed yuri/yaoi save me…)

8. i was definitely WAY too young to be watching these movies but my dad’s watched horror with me since i was like 3 so i probably watched these first when i was like 5? who knows they’ve almost always been apart of my life and i’m so glad i found out there’s a whole amazing fandom (i love y’all 🫶)

9. saw (2004) what can i say it’s the best one

10. SPIRAL OMG IT SUCKEDDD i couldn’t even finish it when i first watched it, the whole copy cat thing made me so mad, we don’t talk about jigsaw/spiral in this house hold (i don’t know why they made those ones so diffrent)

11. i know a lot of people dislike it, i see why, but i love aprentance lawrence (MY HUSBANDDD) i just wish it was hinted at more through the series, i really hope saw XI is more him focused and not yet another mark movie if he made it out of that bathroom

12. just gonna use this to talk about XI/XII, i cannot wait dude, i was bummed at first when i found out XI got delayed but i’m glad their putting effort in it, i can’t wait to see the traps with how good they were in X

13. XII/3D could’ve been better, (gonna be really honest here 4-6 is like a blur to me so i probably won’t talk much about those unless i get some weird hyper focus on them) but i don’t think it needs a remake, none of them do their perfect

14. shotgun carousel!! the whole vibe and “lesson” from it specifically was so interesting! it was a more agressive way of showing how picking and choosing affects people’s lives and sometimes (in this case) ending them

15. the eye vacuum EASY, like i get it’s breaking your finger at the knuckles but that’s about a million times better than your eyes getting sucked out

16. the venus fly trap, i would sit and wait for the timer to go down ain’t no way buddy, go ahead and start cutting this puzzle peice out of me

17. unfortunately no 😭 i know they aren’t the best games but i have the playthroughs saved on my yt watch later list, BUT BUT i heard there might be a new saw game coming in the future by a big studio and you bet i’ll be getting that asap, only hope it’s not another dbd copy like friday the 13th or texas chainsaw massacre (i’ll still play it)

18. definitely the plot, although i love the traps, saw III is one of my favorites for the plot

19. OMG WHOEVER MADE THIS DIE I DIDNT READ ALL OF THEM AHEAD OF TIME 😭😭

gonna add 20. cause only 19 bothers me

20. favorite reveal/ ending

i like how in saw III how it reveals that amanda was just out of frame and how everything finally got to her (my baby 😭)

this was really fun i liked thinking about all these 

Do you want to play a game? -Saw themed asks

Favorite male character

Favorite female character

Least favorite character

A character you relate to

A character you wish could have lived

A character you think deserved what they got

Do you have any ships?

How you introduced to the series

Favorite movie

Least favorite movie

Thoughts on Saw VII

Do you want an eight Saw film?

How about a remake?

Favorite trap

A trap you think you could survive

A trap that terrifies you

Have you played either of the Saw video games?

Which part of the series did you look forward to the most? More traps or more plot?

How does it feel to know that Lawrence never came back for Adam : D

[i-arch-my-backula]

Movie night with the slashers

Got this idea from @pinkcowmeat I really enjoyed theirs so I thought why not do one myself. I hope y’all enjoy. Also I rewatched House of a 1000 corpses and unsurprisingly I’m gonna start writing for Otis Driftwood. I’m a sucker for Bill Mosley. Also Nubbins and Chop Top are officially with the characters I write too. A lot of stuff I know. 

Includes: Thomas Hewitt, OG Michael Myers, Nubbins Sawyer and poly Sinclair brothers

Thomas Hewitt

He’s never really had the time to have a movie night or someone to do it with so he’ll gladly do it with you. 

He’ll make sure nobody interupts the two of you while you watch one together. 

You’ll be the one picking because Tommy doesn’t know many movies to begin with so he’ll be happy with whatever you pick for him. 

If you make snacks to share he’ll probably not eat much because he’ll worry about eating too much. 

His instnct is to hold/ cuddle you while you watch the movie together. If a gorey/upsetting scene comes on he’ll cover your eyes despite your protests. He just want’s to keep you as far away from that stuff as you can be. 

If you start to talk about the movie and geek over the process, impact or the actors in it he’ll listen happily unlike my family when I try to explain to them how George Romero created the modern day zombie. 

If it’s a comedy you might have to explain a few jokes here and there but once you explain it he’ll laugh along with you. 

Michael Myers

You’ll suggest the idea and he’ll probably sign a maybe. But he’ll defenitly show up when it comes time. 

He’ll probably push you to pick a horror movie. I swear the man gets a kick out of scaring people. Like he’ll scare you out of nowhere for a laugh so this is kinda like a comedy for him. 

Depending on how long you two have known each other he might lift his mask to eat whatever you bring. 

If you want to cuddle you’ll have to initiate it and don’t expect him to cuddle back right away. He’ll warm up to it eventually but still he’s not gonna be super like over the top with it. 

He’ll shake you a bit or like make you jump if he see’s you’re really on edge. If you jump at a jump scare he’ll definitly chuckle at it. He’ll get even more of a kick out of it if you yell at him for it. He finds it amusing when you act tough. 

He might not laugh along if it’s a comedy and will definitly just zone out if its a romance or a drama. If it’s a musical he would just leave. Sorry theater kids, Michael isn’t a fan. 

Nubbins Sawyer

He’ll be so excited. He did movie nights with Chop Top for awhile before he had to leave so doing this with you is going to be lots of fun for him. 

Either some old horror movie or another type of old black and white film. I feel like he would watch those. 

You’d think you’d watch it downstairs but I feel like they have a spare vhs tv that they have lying around that you can use. 

He’ll be very handsy while watching the movie. Holding you, kissing you or like just resting on you. 

He will talk about the movie the entire time. I feel like he would do as much research as he can about the movies or their actors. 

He will be like laughing quietly as mostly anything, especially like someone dying, nudity or anything like that. Good luck trying to watch a Rob Zombie movie with him. 

Once you do it with him once he’ll wanna make it a weekly thing. He has enough movies to go through to do that with you. 

The Sinclair Brothers 

Lester and Vincent are imediatly on board with the idea but it takes a little convincing with Bo. 

Good luck on trying to find something to watch. Vincent would love more artsy films and things like that while Lester and Bo probably want something more raunchy. You’ll have to go with a comedy or a horror movie. 

Or if you go the route of letting one of the brothers pick a movie Vincent will pick a like old romance movie and get teased by his brothers for it. 

Lester would pick a western or a horror movie. Probably a cheesy slasher like ‘Intruder’ or ‘Texas chainsaw massacre two’. 

Bo would like a horror movie too but like a classic one. Probably a fan of ‘The exorcist’ or ‘Halloween’. 

If you chose the movie Bo will complain a bit but cut it out after getting a nudge from Vincent. 

If you comment on the killer being hot they’re never going to let you live that down. Bo and Lester will do most of the teasing but Vincent will join in from time to time. 

There might be some arguing over who gets to sit next to you so you’ll either sit on someones lap in the middle of them or one of the brothers has to sit on a different chair. If you chose Lester or Vincent over Bo he’s gonna be a bit salty about it for awhile until you make it up to him. 

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 12: Crossover

Audio Transcript of I Don’t Get that Reference, Episode 148: When a Stranger Calls

[IDGtR intro music]

Castiel: Welcome to I Don’t Get that Reference, a pop culture podcast that analyzes beloved movies, television shows, and the occasional meme that I have never heard of before. On today’s third annual Halloween crossover episode –

Dean: Fuck, don’t hype it up too much; it’s just me. Shit, can I swear?

Castiel: – episode my guest is, once again, Dean Winchester. Dean is the host of American Nightmare, a podcast that looks at a different urban legend every week.

Dean: Cas?

Castiel: [Sigh] Yes. Like you ask every year, you can swear on this podcast.

Dean: Fuck yeah.

Castiel: Dean, do you have anything else to add to your introduction?

Dean: Nope, you covered it. My brother is a true crime freak, and I love horror movies, so we figured urban legends would be a happy medium.

Castiel: Do you have a favorite episode to promote, for people who have never listened to your show before?

Dean: Uh… oh, right! Our Killer Clowns episode. Sam nearly shits himself halfway through ’cause he’s scared of ’em.

Castiel: It’s a pretty common fear, to be fair.

Dean: Yeah, but most people can watch a Ronald McDonald commercial without hiding behind the couch.

Castiel: But he is very… humanoid for a fast food mascot. During my Star Wars series with Charlie Bradbury, we discussed the uncanny valley phenomenon, and I’d say it applies here. I can see how Ronald McDonald would be alarming to any child.

Dean: By “child”, are you including 17-year-old juniors in high school?

Castiel: … no.

Dean: [laughs] Yeah, so in that episode we talk about John Wayne Gacy, Poltergeist, and Plucky Pennywhistle, of course.

Castiel: I have heard of John Wayne Gacy.

Dean: Alright, that’s just tragic. You listen to me, we’re gonna do a Halloween lightning round next year: Nightmare on Elm Street, Saw, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre... shit, it won’t be a proper education without Hell Hazers, I, II and III and All Saints’ Day. You’ve gotta see All Saints’ Day and my favorite, All Saints’ Day 4: Hatchet Man Live, plus Hatchet Man V: The Search for David Yaeger since it's so fucking weird.

Castiel: That seems like a lot of content to cover for one episode.

Dean: You have a lot of catching up to do.

Castiel: That’s why I have this podcast.

Dean: We could do a two-parter?

Castiel: I think you’re vastly overestimating my interest in horror movies. If it wasn’t for people’s inexplicable obsession with Halloween, I wouldn’t watch them at all.

Dean: Aw, are you scared?

Castiel: No.

Dean: I think you are!

Castiel: I simply refuse to let you bait me into watching a dozen hours of fake blood sprays and jump scares.

Dean: C’mon, you know it’s more than that. Don’t make me bust out my horror movie conspiracy theories.

Castiel: Dean –

Dean: You asked for it!

Castiel: [indistinguishable muttering]

Dean: Horror movies are all about economic anxiety. I got the idea from Sammy, but here’s the gist: the classic horror movie protagonists are all white middle class kids or grown-ups. The movies are set in their “safe spaces”, like summer camps or suburbia –

Castiel: Like in When a Stranger Calls and The Sixth Sense.

Dean: Exactly! [pause] Hell, you watched The Sixth Sense without me?

Castiel: I watch most movies without you, Dean.

Dean: Dude… that’s cold.

Castiel: It’s a plain fact. You talk too much. I’m there to watch the movie and not listen to your commentary, especially when we have a podcast to discuss it later.

Dean: Ouch.

Castiel: But, I’m more than happy to watch a movie for the second time with you! I already know what happens, so I’m less worried about missing crucial plot points.

Dean: I guess that’s fair.

Castiel: Good. I hope you’re not offended?

Dean: [pause] A little. Y’know how you can make it up to me, though?

Castiel: Oh no.

Dean: A horror movie marathon!

Castiel: I can’t believe you just did that.

Dean: Better believe it, sweetheart.

Castiel: [a long pause] Will you talk over the scary parts?

Dean: For you? Of course.

  ★★★★★ CemeteryBoysGB, 09/15/22 Love this podcast

I discovered this podcast a week ago, and I am hooked! Castiel asks such good questions and his voice is so easy to listen to.

★ Potoooooooo, 09/18/22 Waste of time, probably fake

The host can’t really be this clueless. Who has never heard of the Sopranos before?

★★★★★ Spoopys_of_Love, 10/01/22 Favorite

As a newcomer to the USA, this podcast is a lifesaver! I especially liked the series on Steven Spielberg’s movies.

★★★★ Deanspie, 10/17/22 Awesomest  

I came here from American Nightmare, and the vibes are great, but wayyy different. Dean’s normally pretty flirty when they have guests on (shoutout to Lisa!) but this was off the charts. Are Castiel and Dean a thing? Their banter is A+

Skip to 15:18 if you want to hear them talk about the actual movie, lol

[satendou]

⟼  monster

⍣ all time low series | next | 1/4

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⇢  pairing: tendo/reader

⇢ au: atl!au, college!au

⇢ summary: you like horror movies, tendou likes horror movies, what could go wrong?

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, mentions of bullying, insecurities, piercings, cursing

⇢ word count: 13.2k

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⇢ a/n: i think this is the biggest fic i’ve ever written and it’s one of my favorites, if not my absolute favorite i’ve written so far. it was kinda hard to write it in a way that stayed true to my vision for it but also didn’t make it childish, so i hope i succeeded in that regard. as always, thank you to @keijiskitten​ for editing this!

“Oh, come on, ‘Kaashi,” you said, setting your hand on your hip. You were standing around in the middle of the classroom with him and a few others, waiting for your professor to show up who was no doubt getting a coffee from the overflowing Starbucks down the street. Class would be half over before he finally arrived. “It’s just a few scary movies.”

“Sorry, _____. I have to study and I just know that trying to watch movies with you and study is gonna be a nightmare,” he said, giving you a sympathetic look. “And give me nightmares.”

You rolled your eyes and looked around to Bokuto, who was scrolling through his phone while he chatted with Yaku about the next practice. That was a hard no. Poor Bo would agree without complaint and wind up with nightmares for a week, clinging to you throughout the night. Catching Akaashi’s eye, you exchanged knowing looks and chuckles.

“Hey, _____,” Semi said from your other side. He was busy filling out a music sheet with notes for his next possible song, and the way he said your name indicated he was more focused on that than your quandary.

Still, you turned to look at him over your shoulder, quirking your eyebrow at him. When he didn’t immediately continue, you prompted him. “What’s up?”

“Oh, right,” he said, looking up from the paper. He gave you a small smile and tapped the tip of his pencil on the desk in a smooth rhythm, leaving small marks all over the surface. “You should see if Tendo wants to join you. He’s really into horror movies too.”

“Um, who?”

Semi’s eyes widened in surprise and he pointed over his shoulder. You could hear Akaashi snicker from your other side. The chair on Semi’s other side tipped back on its back legs, and a man with close-cut red hair peeked around his back, waving cheekily at you.

“Hi, name’s Tendo Satori. I’ve only been hanging around you for about two weeks now,” he said and, though he sounded lighthearted and jovial about it, you could see the way his eyes remained narrowed, scrutinizing you. And he didn’t look impressed.

You flushed bright red, realizing you did know him but had never committed his name to memory. Mostly because he hadn’t ever really said anything to you or seemed interested in you at all. 

“I-- well, I’m sorry,” you offered awkwardly. But you meant it, at least. You felt a bit bad now that he was in your face. Trying to lighten the mood, you joked, “I’m _____ _____ and my brain space is committed to horror movies and studying. No space for names I’m afraid.”

Semi rolled his eyes and Akaashi heaved a long-suffering sigh, covering his eyes with his hand, but Tendo laughed at your stupid joke. His eyes eased up, his smile relaxing, and he now looked genuinely interested. 

“A horror movie marathon, huh? I’m interested. Why don’t you tell me more?”

--

Tendo didn’t actually expect it to go his way. As with most other people, he was sure you were just faking your enthusiasm and would flake out once you were free of him. 

And yet when lunch rolled around and your group of friends were standing in the breezeway, shivering as you tried to pick out some place to go and eat off campus, you fell into step beside him.

“I really am sorry for not knowing who you were,” you offered, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and slipping a pair of gloves on. “Could we, maybe--”

He cut you off, grinning. “Forgiven and forgotten, _____.”

Hesitantly, you smiled back. He was strange, to be sure. Even though you hadn’t really had a true conversation with him yet, you got the feeling he was different, eccentric and unpredictable maybe. The way he harassed the shit out of Semi and some of the others was hysterical, though. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was that made you feel that way, but it wasn’t bad. You were even a little curious.

“Okay cool. So if, by chance, we were to do this movie marathon, how would you feel about cannibals?” you asked, tapping your chin thoughtfully. It was a theme you had been thinking about for a while, but none of your friends were into horror movies much, let alone a dozen or so movies centered around such a gory theme.

Tendo clicked his tongue and you heard a strange clink. “Hypothetically, right?”

“Right,” you said, your eyes zeroed in on his mouth, waiting for him to speak again.

He hummed, his lips curling in thought and his eyes narrowing as he stared off in the distance. Second in height only to Bokuto, he towered over everyone even though the two of you walked together at the back of the group. Speaking of Bokuto, you could hear him over the chatter of the other students around you, talking about the diner just a block away from the school and guessed that that was where you were going. 

Then he shrugged. “That sounds rad. What’re you thinking? Hypothetically.”

“Well, obviously gotta go with The Hills Have Eyes. I mean, it’s a classic. And then of course Wrong Turn because there’s so many of those. And, uh…that’s all I have, but that’s literally like 8 movies and if we get past those I don’t know what we’ll do,” you said, weaving through the throngs of people on the sidewalk. You had forgotten you had been trying to see what was in his mouth just a few minutes ago as you avoided toes. You could see the diner sign up ahead, reading “Newly Opened” and a list of menu items, but it was otherwise obscured from your view.

A gasp from Tendo startled you and you whipped around to look at him, only to find him staring at you in disbelief.

He had to fight the laugh in his chest from coming up at the wide-eyed, freaked out look on your face as he said, “I cannot believe you’ve forgotten the most classic of classic cannibal movies, _____. How could you forget The Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies?”

Relief mingled with amusement on your face when you realized what he was getting at, and you covered your mouth as you laughed. Putting on your best ashamed expression, you closed your eyes. “I can’t believe I forgot those. I’m such a fake fan.”

“Kicked out of the club for sure,” he said, holding the door open for you. The bustle of the diner drowned out anything more Tendo said as you followed the others towards a large table in the back corner. After that, you were seated between Semi and Akaashi and the conversation was halted.

For the time being.

--

You didn’t bring up the marathon again, though you snagged Tendo’s number the day after you went to the diner. The conversation started out about movies and morphed into other topics like majors, highschools, how he knew Eita and how you had met Bokuto and Akaashi, amongst others. It left Tendo in a bit of confusion. The two of you kept up a steady stream of communication throughout the day, even sneaking in texts during classes that could net you extra work or pop quizzes. And yet never once was the marathon mentioned.

Part of him was bummed because he had kind of been looking forward to the movies, but the larger part of him was unsurprised. Something like that was way too intimate, and for someone like you to want to do something like that with a-- someone like him was too much to hope for. He was just happy that you weren’t avoiding him like most others did; he wasn’t going to ask for more.

Except he kind of did want more, and he didn’t want to feel that. The disappointment was already tangible on his tongue and he swallowed it down every time he saw you in the hall, chatting or laughing with someone else. It would ease slightly when you would turn to look in his direction, flashing a smile and waving as you passed by. In class, you started sitting beside him, Bokuto and Akaashi often following behind, and he found his small group of friends growing because of you. Bokuto was loud and brash and treated him like they were best friends, and Akaashi’s quiet demeanor reminded him a lot of Ushijima. Except he was maybe a little more expressive. 

You even started walking home with him, parting ways when you had to go in different directions with a soft smile and a shine in your eyes that he tried not to read too much into. He enjoyed those days, when no one else was around and he just talked. You even knew some of the manga he read, and he lost himself rambling about Jump. When he brought it up once, about how he talked too much, you shook your head frantically. 

“No, no, I don’t mind! It reminds me of Bokuto, to be honest. He can talk about anything and keep a conversation going so easily. I’m kinda jealous,” you said, giving him that satisfied smile again.

He tried to clamp down on the feelings, to keep a tight rein on the emotions that kept trying to pull his eyes in your direction anytime he heard your voice or drew his thoughts to you late at night.

Sighing, he rubbed his eyes, frustrated at the fact that he was thinking of you a-fuckin’-gain. Didn’t he have enough to worry about without wondering what you thought of him? He already knew. You weren’t interested. It was fine.

His phone dinged, the screen lighting up to reveal your name and a text.

You: ‘watcha up to?’ Tendo: ‘nm. studying and suffering. you?’ Y: ‘“studying” sksks what’re you doing tomorrow night by chance?’

Tendo’s heart stuttered in his chest and he groaned, barely resisting the urge to fling his phone out the frost covered window in front of him. For the love of god, could the universe stop fucking with him? Clicking his tongue, he considered telling you he was busy. It would be easiest, and save him the disappointment that was sure to accompany whatever you had planned.

But his fingers were traitorous and typed out exactly what he didn’t want to say. Or so he told himself.

T: ‘nothin. what’re you thinkin?’ Y: ‘well...i’m thinkin about cannibals’

Tendou snorted at that and watched the three little dots appear again.

Y: ‘and u’

He choked and slammed his phone down on the desk, wincing and immediately picking it back up to check the damage. No, no way, he wouldn’t look at it like that. It wasn’t like that. You were just inviting him for the movie marathon in a totally platonic way.

Another message came in.

Y: ‘and me’

You were actually trying to kill him.

--

He could think of nothing the next day but how much he was looking forward to that night. Once he had finally gotten his shit together enough to text you back, the kinks had been worked out. It was almost a no brainer that he would be spending the night. A movie marathon with twelve movies meant an all-nighter, if the two of you could pull it off. He would go home after classes, while away the few hours until around six o’clock, and then head to the address you had given him. 

Unfortunately, he didn’t see much of you that day. You shared no classes, and you had a class when he took lunch, so he ate with Semi and Bokuto that day. Instead you snuck texts to him when you could, mostly talking about how excited you were for that night. It didn’t help, somehow both fanning and soothing his inner turmoil.

“Why do you look like you’re gonna throw up?” Semi asked at last. Tendo was staring at his half-eaten chicken sandwich like it had mortally offended him, and he was curious. 

Tendo jumped, having forgotten the other two were even with him, and shook his head. “Uh, nothin’.”

But Bokuto snickered and leaned in to whisper to Semi, who was already suspicious of his short, clipped answer. Whether he actually wanted to whisper or not, Tendo wasn’t sure, but Bo sure as shit didn’t manage it. “Him and _____ are gonna watch movies tonight.”

Of course you had told Bokuto. And probably Akaashi too. He wondered if they had changed their minds and decided to join you when they found out. It put a rather annoying feeling in his chest, like someone was squeezing his heart.

The other two were still talking in a loud whisper, watching Tendo’s expression shift and flicker through a myriad of emotions. Bokuto was lost, but Semi could recognize them after so many years of knowing the moody red-head, and wanted to laugh. He was so good at hiding his negative emotions, but when it came to sadness or happiness, he was like an open book. And he was being pretty obvious right then.

“Wow, that’s pretty big, Tendo,” he said, watching his friend closely. Tendo flinched, shrinking into his hoodie, and Semi nodded to himself. “Don’t let yourself get so worked up. She wouldn’t ask if she didn’t want to.”

He knew where Tendo’s insecurities were coming from. A childhood fraught with bullies and fake friends and people pretending they wanted him around only to treat him like a freak. Even through highschool it was that way, with a particularly nasty incident involving a girl pretending to want to date him that ended with Tendo refusing to come to school for almost a week. After that, he kept to himself and the volleyball club, refusing to even acknowledge that anyone else might actually want to get to know him seriously.

It had gotten a bit easier when he left Shiratorizawa and those memories and most of those people behind. Growing up with them was what had made it hardest, so surrounding himself with fresh people who didn’t have any preconceived notions and rumors about him had allowed him to open up a little. Even Ushijima, across the ocean in California, noticed a marked difference in Tendo’s demeanor.

Semi just hoped you didn’t do anything to send him spiralling back into his insecurities.

“Yeah, I guess.” 

It was easy for Semi to say that, but he had no idea what it was like, constantly worrying if people were being serious or if they were just waiting to pull the rug out from under him. Even now, he was fighting with himself to just get through the day, waiting constantly for you to change your mind and cancel the plans. Every time his phone lit up with your name, he expected it.

And yet, even after his classes ended and he arrived home, you didn’t. Just commenting that you would be MIA for a while while you cleaned the apartment and went to the store. And when you came back a few hours later, while he was binging Buzzfeed Unsolved videos, his heart leapt into his throat, but you were only telling him what you had gotten for him and to pick up anything else he might want on the way over.

The time couldn’t pass by fast enough while he busied himself packing as slowly as he could. He was already wearing sweatpants but brought a pair of basketball shorts just in case. A clean t-shirt and the other essential items he would need for the night went into a backpack, and when that was done he decided it was a good time to leave.

Unable to help himself, he sent you a text before he left, interrupting whatever you were already typing, the three little bubbles disappearing for a moment while you read his text.

T: ‘you sure you’re alright with this? i don’t have to come over’ Y: ‘?’ Y: ‘do u not want to!’ Y: ‘?*’ Y: ‘we can do this another time if you want’

He was typing before he could really think about the possibility that that might be the best option, his heart thumping harder than he liked in his chest, and he willed himself to take a deep breath. It was just two friends hanging out, watching horror movies together. Nothing more.

T: ‘no i do. was just making sure you were still ok w it.’ T: ‘leaving now to get snacks. your choices s u c k’ Y: ofc hurry up and get over here Y: ‘tf rude’

Locking the door behind him, he slung his bag onto his shoulder and sighed, hoping the night didn’t end as badly as his nerves were telling him it would.

--

Your doorbell rang an hour later, while you were in the middle of setting up your room for the binge. You were hoping he wouldn’t mind, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable either. It was hard to miss the nervousness and the way he seemed to shy away from you sometimes, especially when you did certain things like reach out to pull something off his hoodie or read something over his shoulder. But you wanted this to be as normal as possible, to prove to him you were genuine.

You liked Tendo. A lot. 

He was funny and sweet and just as eccentric as you had expected. His jokes were off-color but not offensive, just sarcastic and witty and you giggled every time. The way his face lit up when he heard you sent your heart into a frenzy, and the way it fell and he seemed to shrink into himself a moment later hurt. It didn't feel like a rejection of you but instead a rejection of himself and you wondered if there was any way to help him understand that you didn’t want anything from him but for him to be himself.

Upon opening the door, you found it was only the pizza delivery man, and you smiled with disappointment, until you spotted a shaved red-head coming up behind him.

Tendo gulped when he spotted you in your open doorway, wearing woolen leggings and a t-shirt, exchanging a box of pizza for cash and smiling brightly at him over the man’s shoulder. Waving, he waited until the stranger was out of the way before he approached you.

“Hey,” he greeted, peering down at you before scanning the empty living room of your apartment over your head.

You were unsurprised to see the wariness in his eyes, bleeding into the smile he was forcing on his face. It was your first time seeing a look so fake on him and for the first time you wondered if this was really a good idea. But it was only movies. And you liked Tendo. It would be fine.

So you smiled and ushered him in with one hand, the box perched precariously on your other, and watched him shrink into himself like he always did when he came within touching distance of you until he had passed into the living room. Then he just stood there, peering around with that same suspicious look, eyes narrowed and mouth turned down at the corners.

“So, what do you think?” you asked, pretending you hadn’t seen it as you moved into the kitchen. 

“It’s nice,” he answered, letting his bag hit the floor with a thump. The rest of the apartment was silent save for the heater going, and little by little he felt himself relaxing. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for little ol’ me, y’know.”

You giggled at the way he pointed at himself, wearing a cheesy grin as he walked into the kitchen. “Maybe not, but it’s been ages since I’ve been able to do anything like this. It’s as much for me as it is for you.” You punctuated your statement by poking him lightly in the chest, and he feigned pain.

“You wound me. And here I thought you were treating me special,” he moaned, leaning back against the counter and placing his hand over his forehead. He grinned a little hearing you giggle again, and then the pizza box hit his arm.

“I am treating you special, you goof,” you said, opening it up and letting the smell of cheese fill the kitchen. “With pizza. But I think we’d better take it into the bedroom, since that’s where we’ll be watching the movies. Just in case we fall asleep, you know,” you tacked on at the end, suddenly realizing how that might sound. Not that it meant anything, but again, you feared making him uncomfortable.

Absorbed in your thoughts, you missed the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks, clashing marvelously with his vibrant hair. You carried the box down to your bedroom with Tendo on your heels, eager to see your room. It was about what he expected from you-- a messy bed, a cluttered desk, clothes half in your laundry basket and half on the floor surrounding it. The TV sitting on your dresser was already set up with The Hills Have Eyes menu playing, volume muted. You set the box on the bed before smoothing the covers and crawling on.

Tendo hovered in the middle of your room, casting his eyes around nervously, looking for a chair or something to sit on. He definitely did not want to assume, but you patted the bed beside you, giving him a quizzical look.

“I’m not gonna bite, Tendo. Promise,” you said, and though you made it sound like a joke he could hear a line of seriousness at the core. Running his tongue over the back of his teeth, he walked slowly towards you, giving you every opportunity to change your mind, but you just looked impatient until he climbed on beside you. “Alright, now let’s get this started!”

--

Two movies in and the two of you had gotten pretty comfortable. Both of you had stretched out on the bed, but you had decided to lean up against the headboard with your pillows to support you while Tendo had opted to lay on his stomach with his head resting on his arms by your feet.

“Would you stop?” he laughed, pushing your foot away where it had been tapping incessantly at his shoulder. You were just doing it to annoy him, and you giggled at the irritated amusement in his voice.

The pizza box sat empty on the floor by the bed, but you found yourself craving something else to eat. When you hummed, Tendo looked away from the screen, rolling onto his side and propping his chin in his hand to watch you nibble at your lip. It was cute, he couldn’t lie, and the anxiety he had repressed by getting distracted by the movie came back slowly.

“What’s up?”

“I’m thinkin’ about...those chips,” you answered, and made to get up. You had to crawl over his long legs and almost fell off the bed as you gracelessly made your move, knee slipping off the small space between his leg and the edge of the mattress. Sticking your tongue out as he laughed at you, you pranced towards the door. 

“Bring my bags too, would you?” he called, pausing the movie since you had forgotten. It had just started, and you were lucky that he was nice enough to do it, especially when he heard your voice carry back down the hallway.

“Kiss my ass, Tendo.”

He laughed at that, loud enough that you could hear it from the kitchen and over the crinkling of the bags as you rifled through them. In the end, you shrugged and carried them all back down to your room, along with a few drinks. Maybe you wouldn’t have to get up again for a little while.

You shivered when you stepped back into the room. It wasn’t much warmer than the rest of the house, and now your arms and toes were cold. The heater was already set as high as it would go and hardly touched the chill, and you cursed the cheap piece of crap. 

“What, you cold?” he asked, pulling out a bag of the chips he had brought with him. The tab on a can of soda popped and he cursed as it fizzed over onto your blanket. “Shit, sorry.”

“No worries. Yeah, kinda. But the heater is already on full blast. Ugh,” you said, sitting beside him on the bed again. He was still wearing his hoodie, and up close he was warm, making you realize just how cold you were. You were just gonna have to crawl under your blankets because you would never survive the cold like that. “Wait…”

There was a tent on the screen where the movie had paused, and Tendo looked back and forth from it to you with curiosity. There was a calculating look on your face and he wasn’t sure he liked it. “Uh, what?”

There was no way he would agree to it. Way too intimate, right? But it really seemed like it’d be right up his alley, and it would be fun to build, and it would get you warm. It was the perfect idea really.

“Tendo, how do you feel about making...a pillow fort?”

The heater continued to buzz in the corner, overlaid by the slight static from the TV, while Tendo processed your question. His mouth had fallen open, brows furrowed while he stared at you in what could only be surprise, and you laughed nervously.

“Wha-- Seriously?”

“Um, you know what, nevermind. I guess it was a stupid idea. It just seemed like it might be fun and--”

He cut your babbling off with an excited wave of his arms, leaning forward into your space and in the light from the TV you could see a childlike happiness glowing in his eyes. “I’ve never made one but it sounds like fun. You know how to do it?”

Stunned by the turn of events, you nodded. “Well, sort of. Mine have always fallen down after a while though,” you admitted, standing up from the bed again. “We need chairs and books and all the blankets and pillows we can find. And the couch cushions. Probably.”

In no time flat you had everything gathered, with Tendou hovering around waiting for you to direct him. It was a pain to get everything set up, and you ended up using the bed since you didn’t have enough chairs. Moving the chairs all over the place until there was enough room inside and you could put the books down to seal the ‘walls’ was tedious, but it was worth it when Tendo crawled in to set up the cushions to seal the space beneath the bed. After padding the floor with several blankets to lay on, you stuffed the pillows from your bed in after Tendo. When you didn’t immediately crawl in after him, he poked his head out to see what you were doing.

“Well, we didn’t think this through at all, so now we gotta watch the movies on my laptop,” you said as you ejected the DVD from your player. The jingle of your computer booting up played and backlit your face in the glow, and you prayed it wasn’t going to go right into an update. It took a few minutes to start up, so you passed it to him while you plugged the power cord in and ran it into the fort. 

You could hear the clicking of the mousepad and by the time you flipped off the light and crawled in beside Tendo, the movie menu was playing. You also realized just how cramped it really was with Tendo’s lanky form inside. There was just enough space for both of you, but you were going to have to either sit up with it in your lap or you were going to have to set it to the side of you and lay on your sides.

He was tense, staring determinedly at the movie playing and trying to avoid moving too much. Or so you guessed, anyway. Anytime you so much as shifted he would jerk away before relaxing, and you were a split second away from nixing the idea. A part of you was starting to wonder if it wasn’t you that was the problem, but if it was, why had he bothered to agree?

“You’re really warm, Tendo,” you said, trying to break the ice. It was an awkward and clumsy attempt, but maybe you could help him settle down if you showed him you weren’t uncomfortable first?

But that just made him pull further away, leaning against the couch cushions. “Oh, sorry.”

It was already warm and comfortable in your little fort, a light blanket thrown over your knees and warming your toes. And with him beside you, you were actually a little more than comfortable. “No,” you said, waving your hands frantically, “no, like, it’s nice. I’m finally warm.”

It was hard to tell in the washed out light of the laptop, but Tendo’s face turned a very bright shade of pink. He tugged the neck of his hoodie up over his nose and fixed his eyes firmly on the flickering violence, annoyed that he was overwhelmed by something so simple. Why did you have to be so damn cute?

But it did the trick, even if he didn’t know that was your intention. He finally relaxed and stopped flinching every time you shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. Sitting cross legged only worked for so long and Tendo noticed you moving around after a while, when your knee knocked his for the third or fourth time.

“You alright? You’re about to bring the whole fort down,” he commented around a mouthful of chips.

“Ah, well, my back is starting to hurt sitting up, I guess. I wanna lay down,” you said, sounding whinier than you meant to, following it up with a short stretch. It alleviated the pain for a moment, until you hunched over again.

He swallowed his chips and returned his eyes to the TV screen, thinking. On one hand, he wasn’t exactly comfortable. On the other, he had no idea what you were thinking. Did you want to abandon the fort?

But you didn’t say anything, fiddling with the blanket for a few moments as you tried to work up your courage. You damn sure didn’t want to tear down your fort-- it had taken you way too long to put the stupid thing up-- and if you said the idea of cuddling up with Tendo wasn’t appealing, you would surely go to hell for lying. The underlying problem was him. What would he say if you brought up the obvious solution?

You were taking too long to answer, so Tendo prompted you, pausing the movie. “Do you want to just get back on the bed again?”

“No,” you said, and then flinched. You had answered way too quickly and that somehow made him nervous and reassured at the same time. “This is really nice I just…I-know-that-you’re-kind-of-uncomfortable-and-I-don’t-want-to-make-you-more-uncomfortable.”

Tendou stared at you, unblinking as he tried to decipher your breathlessly rushed words. After a moment he laughed, still confused, but he could see the anxiety on your face. “I-- what? All I heard was uncomfortable, I think. But you don’t make me uncomfortable.”

Your heart thumped painfully in your chest as that weight left your shoulders. He was so intuitive it was almost scary. Even still, you had to make sure. “Oh, really? You always seem like...weird around me, I guess. I was starting to think I was pushing too hard, I guess?”

“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his head. His elbow brushed the sheet above you and he quickly dropped it. “I’m used to people being uncomfortable around me. Guess it just turned into a habit to avoid people I don’t know. So that I don’t freak them out.”

Not entirely true, given that he enjoyed messing with people, but it was true in your* case. It took you a moment to answer, and he started to worry that he had said too much. 

“You don’t...make me uncomfortable, Tendo. You never did. You’re a weirdo but not...in a bad way,” you said, and glanced at him to gauge his reaction, worried he would take it in a negative light.

But he was smiling, eyes fixed on the paused movie and you bit your lip. He was way too attractive and you couldn’t fathom anyone who thought otherwise. Clearly they were just cowards.

“Well that’s a relief. It would make things pre-tty awkward right now if I did,” he said and bumped your shoulder. It felt like a whole planet was lifted off his shoulders with this revelation and he heaved a huge sigh. “So, if we don’t want to abandon the fort but our backs are about to crumble, what do we do?”

“Uh.” You blanched, having forgotten about that little hiccup. Your idea was embarrassing to think about let alone explain and if you hadn’t made him uncomfortable yet this was sure to.

“Uh,” he mocked, and twisted around like a snake so his face was in front of you, blocking the light from the screen. “Spit it out before we collapse.”

“Just-- um--” you stuttered, and he quickly realized whatever your idea was, it had you flustered. He was just about to start teasing when you picked up the laptop and set it to the side of you. Rolling over onto your side, you tucked your hand underneath your pillow and relaxed, feeling the pain immediately alleviate. “Now you lay down. If you want.”

Your heart was racing in your chest, waiting for him to do something. It was a long, long minute before he finally said anything, and it wasn’t what you expected. Not that you had any idea of what to expect.

“Uh, are you sure? I mean, we could just--” What was he thinking? This was exactly what he wanted and wasn’t it Semi who had said she wouldn’t ask if she didn’t want it? Did he really have to overthink everything? You were in a literal pillow fort watching scary movies with him, offering to let him cuddle up with you, and he still thought you weren’t sure.

“Well, unless you aren’t,” you said, and was that disappointment in your voice? No way.

“No no, no. I’m gonna take my hoodie off first, though. It’s way too warm in here now,” he said, backtracking quickly. Then again, maybe it was just him that was too hot. It was an actual dream come true, and he pinched himself quickly just to make sure he wasn’t asleep. 

You rolled over onto your back to watch him struggle, his arms brushing the ceiling and walls of your warm little haven as he fought the hoodie. Your eyes widened as it finally came free, seeing the colorful swirls of ink covering his arms. “Holy shit.”

“Wha--?” he said, and turned to find you staring open mouthed at his tattoos. “Oh, right, I guess you haven’t seen these before, huh?”

“Nope,” you said, sitting up and squinting to see the undefined shapes in the faint light. It was almost cute the way he held his arm out to you hesitantly, like a child offering you a drawing to examine and praise. Taking it, you traced the lines covering his smooth, warm skin, trying to figure out what they were. But the shapes were undefinable in the faint light. You could make out splashes of blue and purple, red and pink, separated by black lines or faded together to make something. Part of you wanted to ask, but there was something mysterious about not knowing. “I can’t even tell what they are but god, Tendou, I know they’re gorgeous.”

He shivered at your featherlight touches, the feel of your fingers skimming delicately over his skin, and your words caused fire to erupt in his stomach and chest. His tattoos were something he was extremely proud of, one of the few things he had that made him feel confident, and hearing you compliment them made him feel so fucking good. Chucking his jacket out into the room, he returned to your side and the two of you got comfortable.

Pressing play on the movie for the 3rd time, the two of you fell silent. With your head below his chin, it was the perfect position for him to see the screen over you. You could feel the warmth rolling off of him, only an inch of space between his chest and your back, and both of you were well aware of it.

It was nearly impossible to focus on the movie, trying to reign in the urge to just slide back a little bit and mold yourself to him. Nibbling at your lip, you rolled just a little under the pretense of stretching and bumped into him. Just your arm into his, and he didn’t move away.

“You good? Need more space? I can crawl under the bed if you want,” he said, smirking at you. He thought he knew what you were playing at, but your next words confirmed it. It was the oldest trick in the book and, even though no one had ever used it on him, he had seen it at work with Semi and Shirabu too many times.

“Just stretching. I’m still a bit cold though,” you said, facing the TV again.

Suppressing a snicker, knowing damn well that wasn’t what you were after, he offered, “I can get you another blanket, if you need it.”

The silhouette of your shoulders fell, and you couldn’t hide the sigh that accompanied it. “It’s alright, Tendo. It’s not that bad.”

You really should have seen that coming, you guessed. The swell of hope and the crash of disappointment was painful in your chest, and you tried to focus on the movie again, ignoring the tempting warmth at your back. If he wasn’t interested, he wasn’t interested. It was cool.

Which was why you jumped when a weight settled over your side, a snicker filtering behind you as he molded himself to your back. It was slow, hesitant, and you would guess he was trying to make sure you were alright with it. Warmth seeped through your t-shirt and you sighed happily, shimmying back into him out of instinct, and this time you could feel his quiet laughter in his chest.

His arms were so long that he had to fold it in front of you, hand coming to rest just underneath your chin, and when you relaxed so did he. With his chin resting atop your head now, he asked, “Better? This is what you wanted, right?”

“Shut up,” you whined, hiding your face in your hand. It was embarrassing enough without him having to tease you about it. But you supposed it wouldn’t be Tendo if he didn’t make fun of you for everything. It was so easy after that to focus on the movie, now that you had gotten what you wanted. The snacks lay forgotten near your feet, not wanting to move and mess up the delicate balance that was now between the two of you.

It was tenuous and any small movement from either of you could send it toppling in either direction, and you weren’t even sure what it depended on. You knew for sure which way you would like to see it go, but it was just as comfortable the way it was.

Silence fell again until the movie ended, which was the only reason you moved. You could probably have fallen asleep like that, but you weren’t ready yet, wanting to bask in whatever you had with Tendo for a while longer.

When you sat up to change the next movie, Tendo rolled over onto his back, watching you fiddle around with it. Sweat beaded on the back of his neck and he shifted uncomfortably. Seemed you felt the same because you turned to look at him, an apology written on your face.

“Sorry, do you mind if I go change into shorts. It’s actually too warm for these now,” you said, setting the DVD case back on the pile. You felt like you were suffocating in your thick winter leggings now, but if he wasn’t okay with that then you would suffer a little longer. At least until you melted.

“Oh thank god you said something. I was about to die in these sweatpants, I swear,” he answered, fanning his face with his hand. You were pretty sure he was just exaggerating that though. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’, and crawled towards the escape flap, wincing at the sound of crunching and crinkling under your knees all of a sudden. “Oops.”

“Oh those had better not have been mine,” he whined, flashing the light of his phone towards the bag. He groaned, seeing his bag of doritos crushed. He could hear you snicker outside the sheet as you walked away and growled, “Watch it. Yours are still in here, _____.”

You opened a drawer as he finally came out as well and began rifling through his bag, pulling out the pair of shorts he’d packed. When you turned around with a pair of soft shorts in your hands, you found him standing awkwardly in the middle of your room again and laughed. “I’ll go change in the bathroom. I gotta use it anyway. I’ll be right back.”

Your footsteps receded down the hall and he raced to get changed before you came back. His sweats landed on his backpack and he shrugged at himself. What did it matter, so long as they weren’t on your floor?

The sound of the sink reached his ears just as he was climbing back into the fort, frowning at his crushed chips even as he shoved a handful into his mouth. He was so gonna make you pay for a new bag, especially because you had laughed. The door creaked open and the flap shifted, and he almost choked on his chips as he realized just how short your shorts were. Were your legs always that long? And smooth? And pretty? Shit.

“How are your chip fragments?” you joked as you made yourself comfortable beside him again. Your hair fanned out behind you and you gathered it up off the base of your neck, twisting it around so that it spread out above you instead. How the fuck was the back of your neck sexy*? 

He was so screwed.

“Uh,” he replied. Smooth, Satori. Shaking his head, he tried to gather his thoughts and focus them literally anywhere else. It worked. Sort of. “Pointy. You owe me a new bag.”

You scoffed, smiling at the car full of vacationing teenagers on the laptop. “There’s like four other bags in here. Quit whining.”

But he wasn’t giving it up, throwing his bag into the corner and hopefully out of the way of your carelessness. Settling behind you like he had before, he once again left space between you, afraid now of how his body might react if he didn’t. “No, all of them suck.”

You definitely noticed the gap and wondered if he was just waiting for you to take the initiative, so you did. Before he could blink, you were once again molded to his chest, head tucked under his chin and knees folded around his. He tensed, fingers curling into a fist while he willed himself to chill.

His arm came down around you again, but you could feel how stiff he was. When you made to move forward again, to give him space, his arm locked, even pulling you back again and you grinned. With his arm now lit up properly by the light of the laptop, you realized you could see the tattoos more clearly, and began to trace the stars and fish on his arm.

“Aren’t these the spirit fish from Avatar?” you asked, skimming over the white and black koi. It was a watercolor piece, lacking the heavy lines like the ones on his other arm, and you felt him nod against the top of your head. “They’re gorgeous. Who’s your artist?”

“A friend of mine in Miyagi did those,” he answered, watching you continue to trail up his arms. Goosebumps were raising the fine hairs all over his body, your touches so gentle and intimate, your focus rapt. Higher up near his elbow was what appeared to be two jolly rogers, but they weren’t the normal ones. “Those are from a pirate manga I read in Jump,” he said before you could ask, and you smoothed your hand over them before sliding it back up near his hand.

His heart skipped a beat when your fingers curled into his palm, hesitating before you slipped them between his. He was sure you could feel his heart pounding away in his chest, unaware that you couldn’t because yours was racing fast enough that you were lightheaded. Folding his fingers down over your hand locked them together, but you didn’t try to pull away. If anything, you tried to cuddle up closer to him, dragging your hands so that they were pressed to your chest. It was the most intimate thing he had experienced in recent memory and if his heart didn’t slow down it was going to explode.

The movie wasn’t holding his interest and a new question cropped up in his mind, one he had wondered more than once before tonight and he couldn’t figure out why he thought of it now, but he latched onto it because otherwise he really thought he was going to combust. Besides, it would ease some of his insecurity if he got an answer.

“What took you so long to set this up, anyway? I kind of thought you had changed your mind for a while,” he said, staring at the screen. He was sort of taking it in, an anchor point so he didn’t get lost in his thoughts.

Your chest rumbled against his hand when you hummed, and your answer was so mundane and rational that he almost laughed. “Well a part of it was wanting to get to know you a bit before we did this. Didn’t want to invite a total stranger to spend the night, after all. And then it was just a matter of waiting for my roommates to freakin’ leave.”

“Oh, are your roommates actually gone*?” he asked in surprise. He had thought they were just out for the night and would be home-- probably not soon, given the time, but still. “Like, for the weekend?”

You hummed again in agreement, twirling the ends of your hair absently around your fingers. You were locked onto the movie, absorbed as Leatherface chased one of the characters he didn’t care about through the yard. He fell quiet, thinking you wanted to watch uninterrupted, but then you asked, “That’s alright, right? They would have just wanted to join in otherwise and they can’t stand horror movies either, so they would’ve just talked through it.”

Exactly like he was doing, he realized, and his face grew hot. Hopefully he hadn’t already annoyed you. He nodded, responding in a much quieter voice. “It’s fine. Was just surprised, I guess.”

For a while, neither of you said anything and Tendo managed to focus on the movie, feeling you jump and twitch every once in a while at scares you weren’t expecting. Unfortunately, those movements were brushing against areas that he really didn’t need them too and your shorts did nothing to diminish the curve of your ass against him or the slowly growing hard on he was getting. It didn’t help that every time he shifted even a little you would just follow him, as if he wasn’t pinned by your hand holding his.

But shit, if he didn’t move soon he was going to be screwed. The bathroom-- that would get him out of there before he embarrassed the fuck out of himself.

It was too late, though. You flinched and ground your ass back into him and he groaned before he could help it. You froze, he froze, he just really wanted to die.

“I-- Sorry. I’m really sorry,” he said, tugging at his hand to try and escape. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but the best option was probably to leave and transfer to a school in a whole different country. He could already hear your words now, an echo of so many times before, the sting of disappointment a familiar feeling around his heart.

“I’m sorry, Tendo. I just don’t see you that way.”

It was because he was a freak with a weird name and creepy eyes and-- fuck. It was high school all over again, being rejected by someone he genuinely thought liked him only to find out they were using him to get to Ushijima or pretending to as a fucking joke, only this time Ushijima wasn’t around and he had really gotten himself into it by agreeing to any of this.

But you were refusing to let his hand go, holding so tight he thought his fingers might break, saying his name until he came back down from his panicked high.

“Tendo, Tendo, calm down, please,” you were begging. You had rolled onto your back, unable to sit up because you were using both your hands to keep him from jumping up and taking the whole fort down. You could see it on his face when he finally heard you, wide vermillion eyes locking with yours while his heart continued to race.

He remained propped up on his elbow, ready to run at the first opportunity, and you almost felt bad for antagonizing him as much as you had. If you had known your teasing was going to get him this riled up, you would have tried a different tactic-- or not tried it at all. Maybe you had pushed too far too soon, and the skittish look in his pretty eyes worried you that you had ruined it.

“It’s alright, Tendo,” you said, trying to keep your voice quiet and soothing. It felt an awful lot like you were dealing with a wary animal-- like a coyote or a fox. When the insistent tension in his arm faded is when you relaxed your death grip on his fingers. 

The sound of the movie was too loud in the unnatural silence between you, and you rolled over to turn it down. When it was only a background buzz, you turned back to him. He was still staring at you without blinking, his eyes devoid of the panic from earlier but now they were eerily blank.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, deadpan. He flinched when you took his hand again, forehead scrunching in confusion. “I don’t understand. There’s no way you-- What are you doing?”

It was your turn to be confused, pursing your lips at him. He sounded so lost-- and wary again-- like a child. For the first time, you wondered what his childhood had actually been like. He talked an awful lot about Ushiwaka and Semi, and the volleyball club in general, but you heard nothing outside of that. It made you suspicious now.

“What am I doing?” you parroted, finally sitting up. Your joined hands fell into your lap and you stared down at them, petting the back of his hand with your free one. “Do you not want me to?”

His words were stuck in his throat, trapped by the lump there, and he swallowed thickly. His mouth felt like cotton, and he shook his head, croaking out, “It isn’t that. I just don’t understand why.”

“Why what?” you asked, gentle amusement in your voice. There was no teasing, no malicious undertones that he could hear, like you were waiting to spring the final part of the joke on him. And he was listening for it. After years of dealing with it, he had learned to recognize it in people’s words and on their faces. The way their lips would curl and their eyes would narrow just before cruelty would spew from their mouths, he knew the tells and you--

Had none.

There was nothing but open curiosity and nervousness-- and hope. A lot of hope swirled in your eyes and he swallowed again. He was just going to disappoint you. If not tonight then tomorrow, if not tomorrow then next week. It was going to happen--

“Why do you like me? How do you like me? I’m-- weird. And you’re--” He gestured frantically up and down at all of you. You weren’t anything he was-- a freak. With freaky eyes and a freaky name and a freaky personality.

“I-- um,” you said, and you couldn’t help but smile. There was clearly a lot of baggage with him, and his questions made that obvious. It was likely too much to unpack tonight, especially when you were still only just getting to know each other. Reassurance was what he needed, and that was something you could offer on the spot. “You’re funny...and sweet and...very good looking. Your eyes are so pretty. Um, there’s also the fact that you’re the only person who would watch these movies with me, which earns you a lot of points, in my opinion,” you said, tapping your lips as you stared up at the ceiling.

Your face was on fire as you listed things off the top of your head, your throat tight with anxiety as you wondered what he would say in response. They were all surface level things for now, but you knew underneath the armor that there was a lot more to Tendo, and you hoped you had a chance to discover it.

He groaned low in his throat, not from disgust but from a deep seated need to believe you meant those things. His forehead met your shoulder, his fingers squeezing yours. He didn’t fight it when you eased back down, following after you without a word, leaving his face hidden in your neck. He was still trying to gather his thoughts and calm his overworked heart. It would be so easy to reject you and be on his way, to return home and beat himself up for letting himself get too close and too comfortable with you when he knew nothing would come of it.

Except something had come of it and he wasn’t sure what to do now. Semi and Ushijima always told him he was too closed off and that someone was going to come around who actually liked him and his ‘weird ass’ and that he was going to lose that chance because of some stupid high school assholes. Was he though? He wanted to believe you, wanted to trust you, and slowly he relaxed, his stress leaving him in a long, tired exhale.

“You mean it?” he whispered against your neck, and you could feel his lashes tickle your skin when he blinked. His arm was heavy where his hand rested on your stomach, fingers intertwined with yours, and you squeezed his hand as tight as you could.

“I do. I like you and really want a chance to get to know you better,” you whispered back, and it suddenly felt like no one existed but the two of you, protected from everything in the world outside by a few sheets and each other's warmth. There would be things to discuss and hiccups to overcome, but you could worry about those tomorrow. In that moment, all you wanted was to prove to Tendo you wanted him.

Maybe it was your words, whispered softly into the dark, or your hand gripping his for dear life, or the way you let him cling to you like a lifeline, or maybe it was a combination, but when he pulled back from his hiding place and found you staring at him, he slotted his lips against yours without thinking. Your lips parted almost immediately, free hand sliding out from between your bodies to tangle in the close cropped hair at the nape of his neck and you used it to pull yourself closer. 

When your tongue poked out to glide across the seam of his lips, he let you in on a breath, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His eyes were squeezed shut tight as your tongue met his, praying that what was happening wasn’t a dream, and he wasn’t expecting it when you gasped and pulled away all of a sudden.

His eyes popped open and he stared down at you with panic. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

“I-- forgot you have a tongue ring,” you said, and the laughed. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

He blinked like an owl, eyes wide as he processed your words. It wasn’t something that he had ever expected to hear in his life, let alone from the girl he was half-making out with in a freakin’ pillow fort. He suddenly wondered if his life had turned into a Shounen Jump manga.

“Well, so are you,” he said, and leaned in for another kiss.

It was kind of hot to see him confident and you felt heat pool in your stomach, starting to bleed further down as his tongue slipped into your mouth again. He tasted like the root beer he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t resist toying with the piercing, swirling your tongue around it and listening to him moan against your mouth. 

Your shirt had ridden up your stomach as you moved around, trying to get closer to him, and neither of you realized it until Tendo’s hand smoothed over your skin. He froze mid-kiss, waiting for your reaction, and was unsurprised when your hand grabbed his.

What he didn’t expect was for you to guide it upwards, letting go when you hit your ribs to cup his cheek. Pulling back just enough that he could speak against your lips, he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Frankly, Tendo,” you said, and kissed him again before you continued, “I haven’t wanted anyone this bad in forever. Even if we wake up tomorrow and change our minds, I am fucking sure right now.”

He groaned, letting his hand hike your shirt up a little higher until his hand cupped under your breast. He wasn’t sure when you had taken your bra off, or maybe you hadn’t been wearing one the whole time, but there was nothing impeding his skin from caressing yours. Your breast was so soft in his hand, topped by a pretty pink nipple that he couldn’t resist pinching. You mewled underneath him, pulling your shirt up to uncover your other breast and he moved to that one, doing the same and feeling your nipple harden at his touch.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he rasped, gazing down the length of your body. Your thighs were clenched, and his hand migrated lower, fingertips skimming over your skin.

The heat that was pooling earlier erupted when they met the waistband of your shorts, but he paused, looking unsure again.

“Tendo, I’ll show you how much I want this,” you whispered and grabbed his hand. He was still hesitant, looking at your face as you slid his hand into your panties, and his eyes widened.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, his fingers gliding over your soaked lips, spreading your slick all over them. His fingers quickly found your clit, circling it and you squeezed his hand between your thighs, hips jerking. “All because of me? I’m flattered.”

Teasing at your soaked opening, he waited for you to balk but you only twitched, panting against his lips before he sunk one finger in, your walls parting easily. You moaned and he swallowed it in a kiss, his tongue filling your mouth again. It wasn’t long before he was fitting a second finger, crooking them up and grazing your sweet spot, his thumb taking over massaging your clit as he pumped them inside you. Your arousal was already high enough that you could feel your orgasm coming on, and you pulled away to announce it.

“T-Tendo, gonna--” You gasped when he forced them in deeper, a mischievous smirk on his face as he prodded your cervix. “How-- fuck, your fingers are so long,” you whined, toes curling.

“Think you can take one more?” he asked, already fitting the tip of a third finger in. But it was only when you nodded, tears pricking the corners of your eyes that he slipped it in. Your teeth dug into your lip before they parted in a soundless cry.

The coil snapped on the first thrust and he groaned, drinking in your face as he tipped you over the edge. No one had ever cum so prettily for him before and he wanted to see it again. 

But only if you wanted it. His cock throbbed painfully in his shorts when he pulled his fingers from your twitching hole, feeling you shudder against him. Examining his glistening fingers in the screen light, he slid one experimentally into his mouth and moaned. “You taste so good, princess.”

You gasped at the pet name, a warmth unrelated to the one between your legs blooming in your chest. He said it was such reverence that you flushed, hoping he’d say it again at some point. Never had anyone called you that before, at least in that context.

When he laid back down beside you, his erection brushed against your leg and he stifled a groan. He was wearing boxers but the friction against his cock was still a pleasurable sensation. Not as much as your hand might be--

Speaking of hands, he nearly jumped out of his skin when you cupped him, squeezing and kneading up the length of him confined in his clothes. A shaky breath ripped out of him, the result of him barely containing a moan, and his long fingers wrapped around your wrist to stop you.

“That’s alright, _____. You don’t have to--” But you weren’t listening and the pressure felt too good. His head fell back, eyes fluttering closed, content to let you literally massage his dick until you started tugging at his shorts. He stopped you more insistently then, pulling your hand away. “Wait a second. Let me get ‘em off since you’re so eager, princess.”

He pulled his shirt over his head first, because it was getting way too hot in there anyway, and then kicked his shorts and boxers off into the dark corner. His cock bobbed against his stomach as he rolled onto his side again, leaking precum already. 

Your hand was soft against his stomach, roaming over the hard planes of his abs and down further, until it wrapped lightly around his head.

And froze.

“What the-- Tendo, what are those?” you asked in a high pitched, startled tone. Before he could answer, you let go and rolled onto your back, exposing him to the light and you thought for sure you had died and gone to heaven. 

It wasn’t just his arms that were covered in ink. His shoulders, chest, and sides were all covered in it as well, swirls and splashes of color interrupted by splotches of black or white or skin. You could hardly make out what the images were in the flickering, inconsistent light, but you recognized flowers and circles, and on his pec you were pretty sure there was a scene of a lake bathed in moonlight. And as your eyes followed the path of colors down, you landed on the thing that had startled you in the first place.

“Those are--” you breathed, taking his cock into your hand again. There was a ball at the tip, covered in precum, and you knew if you traced down, you would find another just below the crown. Further down on his shaft were five horizontal barbells in a row, and you recognized it as a Jacob’s Ladder. “Fuck me.”

“Gladly,” Tendo quipped and pounced. He settled between your legs and tugged your shorts down over your hips, and you had to hold your legs up to let him pull them the rest of the way off. He was too tall to sit straight up without brushing his head against the ceiling, but he braced back on his arms when you grabbed his shaft again. He groaned when you fondled the ball below his crown, shuddering at the intense pleasure. It was one of the major reasons he’d gotten it- to enhance the sensations. But the feel of your fingers gliding over his tip, gathering the precum and nudging the ball was something else entirely. “Holy shit, that feels amazing.”

His voice sent shivers through you, deep and raspy and way too needy. But you were unsure of what would hurt him, so you kept your touches light, feeling his thighs tense under yours, his fingers squeezing your calves as he let you explore. Before long though, he was pulling your hand away, pinning it down at your side. “Can’t keep that up, princess. I need more, if you’re alright with it,” he said, letting his cock settle against your cunt. 

The piercings were warm and pronounced against your folds, and you shuddered when the ball under his head grazed your clit. The thought of them inside you, rubbing all along your walls as he fucked you was too much and you could feel yourself growing wetter, your pussy drooling for it.

“Yes, Tendo, please. I want it, I want to feel them inside me,” you begged, rocking your hips. The stimulation was mind blowing and your walls clenched, empty and needy for him to fill you up. And he would, his cock was huge-- he still had room for more piercings below the ones he had. You had no doubt you would be stretching to take him and you keened in the back of your throat.

“I want you to call me Satori, princess. And I need you to let me know if it’s uncomfortable,” he said, pressing the tip of his cock into your sopping hole. “Sometimes they make it hurt, but you’re so fucking wet I don’t think it will. You really like these, huh?”

You were really just answering his question as you said yes, but a stream of them fell out of your mouth as he pushed the rest of his cock inside you, encouraging him to continue. The stretch was so good, your walls splitting easily for him, and you could feel every ball just like you had imagined grazing against your walls. The ball at his slit rested snugly against your cervix, and you didn’t even realize you were screaming as you came, hips jerking in his hands as he let you ride it out.

He was staring at you with what could only be awe, his mouth slack and eyes wide with surprise. “Holy fuck, princess, did you just cum?”

Your breaths were coming in pants as your mind spun, trying to come down from the unexpected high. It came on so suddenly you had no time to prepare, and tears slid down your cheeks. “F-Feels so good,” you whispered, fingers digging into the blanket beneath you. “Satori, oh my god.”

“Are you alright? We can stop--” he said, but you shook your head frantically, locking your ankles around his back, and he laughed under his breath. You sure were something else. He knew for a fact no one had ever come just from him sliding into them and a swell of pride filled his chest. “No? Alright, whatever you want, princess. Can I move?”

This time you nodded and he was slow as he pulled back, making sure you were okay. You were so tight around him from your orgasm, your walls fluttering with overstimulation, but your back arched when he stuffed himself back in, a breathy moan slipping out of you. Hiking your legs higher up on his hips, he bent over you, gathering your hands and pinning them above your head, lacing his fingers with yours. His lips met yours as he thrust into you slowly, grinding deep and stifling a moan. Once again you were playing with his tongue ring, flicking it as you suckled on his tongue. The fort-- and probably the room-- was filled with the wet slap of his hips on yours every time he drove his cock into you, drowning out the low buzz of the forgotten movie still playing. He was being careful, waiting for you to stop being so sensitive, and he knew you were ready when you arched into his chest and pulled away.

“So good, Satori,” you murmured against his lips, hips rising to meet his. Your eyes were glazed and fucked out, tears still flowing and you could already feel the start of another orgasm, but he was moving too slow. The drag and pull of his piercings had almost all of your attention, the ball at his tip constantly tapping your cervix, making your toes curl with every thrust. “You’re so big, and those-- fuck-- piercings feel so good inside me. I can feel them all everywhere.”

He snickered darkly at that and kissed your cheek. “You wanna feel even better, kitten?” he whispered into your ear, nipping the shell. He could feel you nod against his cheek, nails digging into his hands where he kept them pinned above your head, and then he was letting them go and pulling out of you. You whined, staring up at him in dismay, but he already had your thighs in his hands, prodding you to roll over. “Trust me, pretty girl. On your stomach, just like that.”

It was a bit difficult to get comfortable, but he grabbed a pillow and jammed it beneath your hips before settling with his legs outside of yours. And when you shook your ass, begging him to hurry up, he couldn’t deny you, not when he wanted to be back inside your tight heat so badly.

“Holyshitholyshitholyshit,” you whined, high-pitched and breathless as he finally filled you again. His thighs trembled as he forced himself not to just stuff himself into you, you were so tight. And the way you were crying and shuddering beneath him wasn’t helping, especially when you gasped his given name like a prayer. “*Satori, oh my god.”

If you thought those piercings felt good before, you were in heaven now. Everyone of them dragged slowly over the front wall of your cunt, grinding into your sweet spot and you had to bite the pillow to keep from outright screaming. And he was so, so, so big inside you, but with your legs trapped between his there was nothing you could do but take him. Against your will, your legs kicked, hitting him in the back as you wailed into the pillow, tears streaming down your cheeks in an endless flood. 

He snarled into your ear as he planted his elbows beside your head, plastering himself to your back. “You are so fucking tight, princess. How do those piercings feel now?”

“So good so good so good,” you babbled, circling your hips back on his dick to get any friction you could. The orgasm that had been building came back ten fold just from him hilting inside of you and you knew that if he fucked you like this you would be cumming in seconds. “‘Tori, please move, please please please.”

Your needy begging made his cock twitch and you whimpered as he slowly pulled out of you and pushed back in, intentionally slow to let you feel everything. The pleasure was ebbing and flowing, building and falling because he wasn’t moving fast enough, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to go faster, not when you could feel him so clearly. Every time he bottomed out, he made sure to grind down into you, nudging your cervix with the tip of his cock so he could feel you clench suddenly around him. It never failed to make him moan, your slick walls gripping him so tightly as he dragged himself back out. He wanted to make your pussy his new home and barring that he was going to fuck the shape of his cock into you.

“Tell me what you need to make you cum, princess,” he whispered into your ear. He knew what he needed, but he was still learning what would make you feel good. 

Releasing the pillow from your teeth, the first thing you did was moan out his name again as he buried himself inside you again. You were so close to cumming, your clit throbbing with need and if he even brushed it you were going to be gushing all over him. You gasped as he thrust a little harder than before.

“If you don’t answer me I’ll just keep going like this, kitten. I can go for hours, if you want,” he whispered, warm against your ear. That made you twitch underneath him, and he chuckled. “You like the sound of that? We’ll try it another time. Right now, I need you to tell me where you want me to cum and how I can make you cum, okay?”

His words were dark and sweet and coaxing, and you were sure you had never whined so much in your whole life. “Touch me, please, Satori. I wanna cum all over your cock and pretty piercings while you cum in me, oh fuck.”

Bracing himself on his elbow, he forced his hand beneath your stomach, aided by you lifting your hips, and you whimpered when he finally, finally brushed your clit. It was all it took and you had to bite the pillow again as you creamed all over his cock, whiting out and screaming into it as you shuddered and jerked. He eased you through it, leaving his cock buried inside you while he fondled your clit, listening to you whimper and moan. It was a good thing you had hidden your face because you would surely have woken the whole complex up otherwise. 

He groaned into your ear as you massaged his cock, so tight that you launched him into his own orgasm, cumming inside you as you had asked. He remained still inside of you even after you had relaxed, leaving small kisses all over your hair before he leaned down to rest his head on the pillow. He had fucked you so slowly that he hadn’t broken a sweat, and yet he was still out of breath and panting. His head swam for several more minutes, until you shifted beneath him. But you didn’t move like you wanted him to get off.

Instead, you turned to look at him, a lazy, blissed out grin on your face and said, “Holy shit, that was so amazing. I’ve never cum so many times.”

“So were you. I’ve never made someone cum so many times,” he admitted, and replayed the way you came just because he had filled you. That was something he was unlikely to ever forget. He brushed some hair out of your face before leaning in to kiss you. It was slow and gentle, belying how tired the two of you now were, and he could see you were ready to fall asleep. “Gonna pull out of you now, princess. Need you to stay nice and relaxed, okay?”

You nodded, your eyes closing and winced as he slid from your ruined hole. A stream of cum followed after and he took a moment to appreciate it, allowing a smirk to steal across his face. There was no doubt you were his now, at least for a little while, and he committed it all to memory before gently gripping your shoulders. “We should really get cleaned up, then we can go to sleep.”

You grumbled cutely but let him help you up, the both of you stumbling blindly to the bathroom. Sleepiness was a thick fog, and you got cleaned up as quickly as possible before returning to the room. The two of you stood in the doorway, looking at the mess of nonsense covering the bed, and then you looked at Tendou.

“Let’s just sleep in there,” you suggested, taking him by the hand. He let you lead him over, watching the way your ass swayed as you crawled into the fort for hopefully the final time that night. In the few minutes it had taken him to get in after you, you had already pulled a blanket over your legs and were setting up the next movie to play. Not that you would be watching it, but he understood it was the principle of the thing. This was a movie marathon and it just wouldn’t do to fall asleep without being in the middle of one.

Once he’d gotten comfortable behind you, you rolled over and splayed out across his chest, startling him. He had expected to curl himself around your back while you went to sleep, but now you were tracing what lines you could see on his chest in the thin light. His hand rested on your waist, the other tucked behind his head, and he closed his eyes, comfortable with your warmth and weight in his arms.

“Satori,” you murmured, your hand falling flat right over the picture of the lake. “I really do like you.”

He laughed at that, and you could feel it rumble in your ear, deep in his chest. He was clearly as tired as you were, but you needed to say it. There was something in your half asleep brain that would not stop telling you to say it, and you were in no position to fight it.

“I figured as much, princess. Three orgasms are hard to fake, especially around a dick as big as mine,” he answered, and you blanched for a moment before erupting into laughter. He watched you through narrow eyes, fondness bubbling in his chest, until you settled back down against him. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, you know that?”

“So’re you,” you murmured. The nagging had stopped now that you had said what you needed too, and you were falling asleep quickly. “Don’t be gone when I wake up tomorrow, okay?”

“It already is tomorrow, and I’ll be here. There’s nowhere else I wanna be anyway,” he answered, letting his eyes close as well. With your comfortable weight on his chest and your even breathing mixing with the buzzing of the movie in the background in his ears, he drifted to sleep in no time, for once not worrying about what tomorrow would bring.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

If you're taking requests, may I ask for reader having regular movie marathons with the TF boys? Like it's always fun hanging out with them (esp since you almost always get to sit beside Frankie), but because it's Benny's birthday this weekend, he decides he wants to watch a horror flick. Reader can't handle horror, but she says she's willing to sit through it. What's one movie, right? Frankie sees right through her false bravado, of course, and does everything he can to make sure she's comfortable!

Notes: I haven't written much Frankie, so I hope you like this! No use of Y/N. Not beta-read. Rating: T Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader Warnings: Cursing...Fluff?

Summary: When you find yourself watching a horror movie that you hate during movie night, Frankie finds an inventive way of keeping you from having to watch the scariest parts.

Santiago always gets the armchair—it’s a recliner, lets him put his feet up. Will sits on the far left of the couch, Benny beside him (Will swears that it’s the only way that he’ll get any popcorn); you sit between Benny and Frankie. Frankie usually winds up leaning against the arm of the couch.

If Frankie has had a long week, he’ll wind up slouching against it, head on hand, eyes shut under the pulled-down brim of his hat. You always give him light little nudges when he snores or snuffles just a little—well, the other guys’ll rib him if he’s any louder, tease him about the chainsaw-snores they knew from their service days. Frankie’ll always peer an eye open, glance at you, and offer a sleepy, thankful smile before settling back again. That smile always makes your stomach flutter, and you always turn back to the screen, glad that he can’t see your grin from under the brim of his cap.

--

“I’ve narrowed it down to The Exorcist, The Conjuring, The Ring, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre!” Benny announces as he comes in, and you wince. You’ve been dreading this.

You all take turns in picking movies, and Ben’s picks are usually on the action side, but he always, always picks a horror movie for his birthday. Well, it is October 30th, after all—’tis the season. Last year, you managed to talk everyone into The Nightmare Before Christmas, but you’re not sure you’ll be so lucky this year.

You turn back where you’re pouring popcorn into a bowl and popping a piece into your mouth, knowing full-well that this is the last time you’ll be anywhere near it. You’re liable to throw the whole bowl if you have it in your hands during the movie. You can’t stand horror movies—the jump scares, the music, the way Santiago mutters, “Well that’s not gonna be good,” when a character does something stupid (coincidentally, he’s started doing the same thing when someone comes over to flirt with you. You hate him for it). You glance up as you hear someone come over, your shoulders going rigid; you’re already beginning to grow tense. But you smile when you see that it’s Frankie. “Want some popcorn while it’s still warm?” You offer. “And before the birthday boy eats all of it?” He smiles before murmuring his thanks and taking a handful. He casts his eyes back toward the others before he informs you, “They’ve narrowed it down to The Conjuring and The Ring.” Great—a movie about ghosts while you sit in an old apartment that creaks, or a creepy woman crawling out of a tv while you all are watching a tv. “Faaaantastic,” You mutter. “Why don’t you grab a beer, I’ll carry this to the couch,” Frankie offers, plucking up the bowl. “Thanks, Frankie.” “Sure,” He nods, patting your lower back—the touch makes your stomach flip as you watch him head into the living room. You grab yourself a beer out of the fridge before heading in after him. Benny’s looking for the movie on a streaming platform, the guys are already seated—but Frank’s in your usual spot next to Benny, leaving the space beside the arm open. You hesitate before you lower yourself down beside him. This might be better—you won’t be reaching out to grab Frankie’s hand, or Benny’s—because Benny would make fun of you, Frank wouldn’t complain when your nails bite into his hand. You lean back against the couch cushions, biting your lip as the movie starts. And at first, you think you might be fine. You’re wrong. You’re very wrong. And your nails are digging into the armrest of the couch within ten minutes. You’re flinching, you’re wincing—but you’re trying to keep as still as possible. You don’t want to hear it from Santiago, because you’ll hear it from Benny in turn. You turn your head away, though, at a jump scare, sucking a sharp breath in through your nose. You feel shifting beside you before something warm is lowered onto your head—and then your eyes are shaded. You glance up and find the brim of a hat—Frankie’s hat. You glance over at him and find him leaning back, his arm sliding behind you on the couch. “I’ll tell you when to look,” He whispers before he reaches around, tugging the brim of your hat down over your eyes a little bit. You grin, unable to help yourself, and lean into Frankie a little bit, snuggling closer. Watching a horror movie still kinda sucks, but—But this sucks so much less. You’re comfy, and you feel safe, cuddled into his side. You still wince at the sound of screams, at the fighting, at the sharp orchestrations—But with Frankie’s comforting presence beside you, with his warmth and gentle nudges, you feel way better watching this than you have any other horror movie in the past. When it ends, when the guys trickle out (pretty quickly—Will’s got an early morning, Santiago has a booty call, and Ben’s got a training session at the gym to get to), it leaves you and Frankie on the couch. Neither of you rush to clean up; you’re still wearing his hat. “Thanks,” You glance up at him, “For, uh…” You wave at the brim, “It was good, it worked...Really worked.” “We’ll have to keep it in mind for next time.” You wrinkle your nose, but nod; you know Benny, there will definitely be a next time. You lift the hat off of your head, and see Frankie bite his lip, stifling a grin. “What?” You ask. He shakes his head a little, but you press, “What?” as his smile widens. “You have hat hair,” He informs you, a fond smile curling his lips. And you’re sure that you do—you’re sure you look ridiculous, but with the way Frankie was smiling at you, you couldn’t care less. “So do you, you big doof,” You reach up, ruffling his flattened curls. He laughs but doesn’t lean away from your touch. You set Frankie’s hat on his head, carefully pressing it into place. “...Guess we should clean up, huh,” He says. He looks almost...Disappointed. You glance at the couple of empty popcorn bowls on the coffee table, the odd empty beer can. “...Nah,” You say lightly, “It’s not so bad—And after that frickin’ movie, I need something to decompress. Think we can find a comedy or something?” It’s a few seconds before you feel Frankie’s arm curl back around your shoulders, his hand plucking up the remote from where Ben had left it. “I think we can find something,” He nods, rubbing your shoulder. You allow yourself to cuddle closer now that the two of you are alone, curling an arm around his middle and resting your head on his shoulder. You feel Frankie squeeze your shoulder gently, and you grin. You’re pretty sure you had the next movie pick. You’ve heard Hereditary is pretty scary.

[souvenirsofsurgery]

monty’s horror movie list

no one follows me for this but i’m back in my horror movie obsession era so here we go. some of them are good, some of them are bad (but I love them), and some of them are kind of unacceptable, like, morally tbh, I’m sorry

anyway, in no particular order:

mother!: I just watched this one today so it’s on my mind. get ready to be stressed out by deeply uncomfortable social situations for like, the first hour and a half and then genuinely disturbed for the last twenty minutes. i finished this and then sat in my room mouthing “what the fuck, what the fuck”. v good, 10/10

Orphan: What if you adopted a kid but they sucked?

Absentia: I was really impressed, cause this was like a low-budget, crowd funded movie but it’s so so good. This one is about a woman whose husband went missing years ago, a creepy tunnel, and family relationships. V quiet and sad

Possum: Not very much happens in this movie for a long time but the atmosphere is so good, and it’s genuinely creepy. The ending also made me so uncomfortable I almost couldn’t watch it, so there’s that

The Wolf House: Incredible unsettling stop-motion animation, and I’m a sucker for good animation. Makes more sense if you know a little Chilean history, but it’s interesting even without that context

Amityville: It’s About Time: Jumping right from that foreign arthouse film into cheesy schlock, what if a clock made people evil and fucked up?

Hell House LLC: More! Schlock! This is a fake documentary/found footage movie about people trying to make a haunted house in an old hotel... but what if it was haunted for real??

Host (the 2020 shudder original): Unfriended if it was good

Hereditary: Made me sad :( This was one of the first movies to genuinely scare me in a while, and my sister-in-law won’t even let anyone talk to her about it. The story about a family dealing with grief and complicated relationships is also just so interesting to me, this one’s in my top 10

Anything for Jackson: Reverse possession movie: they try to put a spirit IN someone! Hell yeah. So many good, weird ghosts in here, I love some good, weird ghosts

13 Ghosts: (the early 2000s remake) Speaking of good weird ghosts. What if your estranged uncle died and left you a house but there was a ghost jail in the basement? I just rewatched this movie with my little brother and remembered how much I love it. Very schlocky, Matthew Lillard’s acting is off the fucking walls and I love it, why does he act like that??

Kindred: One of the only “is it in her head, or is it real?” movies where I actually really wasn’t sure. It’s about a woman whose husband dies right before she’s about to give birth, so she ends up staying with his family and slowly starts to question their motives

Parents: What if you were just a little kid and you started to suspect your parents were eating people?

Basket Case: I’m not crying over a B movie, I’m not crying over a B movie. In this one, two conjoined twins are surgically separated against their wills, with one of them getting thrown in the trash. As adults, they start hunting down the doctors who did it to them

The Poughkeepsie Tapes: Very depressing fake documentary about a serial killer. Just fucked up and sad

The Taking of Deborah Logan: One of the few found footage movies that I think is actually good. A small documentary crew goes to film a woman and her aging mother who’s suffering from dementia, but they start to think that... huh, maybe this is something a little worse than dementia...

Ju-On: The Grudge (the original Japanese one): this movie just freaks me out, I don’t like how Kayako moves around, I don’t like the sounds she makes, and I don’t like her weird little son

The Ring (the American remake): I saw this movie when I was like 8 bc someone recorded it over the Willy Wonka VHS I’d gotten from the thrift store, and I’ve been fucked up ever since. In it, a woman sees a cursed tape that will make you die in seven days, and has to try and figure out how to save herself before then. GREAT atmosphere, very creepy

Sadako Vs Kayako: What if the girl from the Grudge and the girl from the Ring fought each other? Hell yeah. Plus, love that a ghost hunter comes to help with the situation and he’s got a random mean little girl with him. People are like “why is she here?” and he’s just like “she’s my associate” okay?? Where did she come from??? I’m obsessed with this movie

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: A classic. Rancid, nasty atmosphere, just feels gross, 10/10 

Society: Rich people suck so so bad and are very fucked up

House of 1000 Corpses: I love this movie and I’m sorry, its just some disgusting, campy fun. Like, what if your car broke down the night before halloween and ended up in a house with some terrible (but very entertaining) people?

Oculus: The idea of being a little kid, stuck in the house while your parents are slowly losing it, or potentially being possessed by something evil, is really scary to me. This movie does it so well. It moves back and forth from the main characters going through that in their childhoods, to them as adults, back in the house where it happened, and it’s so so good

Hellraiser: You tell me it’s about the blurry line between pleasure and pain and I watch it. The designs for the cenobites are so good. I like this first one a lot, but I also really enjoy the second one bc the torture dimension looks like MC Escher designed it and it’s sick as hell

The Others: This is one of my favorite, like, classic haunted house kind of movie. A mother keeps her kids inside an old mansion, with all the curtains drawn, because they have an illness that means they can’t go in the sunlight. Very, very creepy

The Blair Witch Project: This one just feels so real, I’ve never seen another found footage movie that reached this level. The actors knocked it out of the park, how am I so freaked out just by a couple of people wandering around the woods? It’s the blueprint, honestly

A Nightmare on Elm Street: You guys know this one, he gets you in your dreams! Probably my favorite of the classic slashers, I love some good old practical effects. my brother actually just bought me the WHOLE box set for my birthday so I’m gonna start working though the ones I haven’t seen yet 

Jennifer’s Body: What if your best friend, who you have a very homoerotic relationship with, started eating dudes? Iconic. No, but seriously, this movie has a lot more going on than you might think 

House of Wax (the 2000s remake): Bad, but so good. It’s really got that uncanny valley thing going on, love that fucked up wax museum

Ichi the Killer: Pretty unacceptable, I can’t in good conscience tell you to watch this movie, but it’s definitely an experience. Very very very violent, like super violent, but in the wildest fucking ways. Basically, what if you were a masochistic Yakuza member with a weird joker mouth and you just wanted a sadistic vigilante to beat the absolute shit out of you? Anyway, I think there’s something wrong with Takashi Miike and probably also me

Black Christmas: This is one of the og og slashers. It’s about girls getting killed in a sorority house, but surprisingly it’s like, not really an exploitation film, and I really like the characters. Good, unsettling killer, too

The Baby: WEIRD. Weird and uncomfortable. I’m not trying to kink shame anyone when I say this, but it’s probably definitely a fetish thing. In it, a social worker takes on the case of a family with an adult son who they’re claiming has the mind of a baby. This one’s probably kind of unacceptable too, to be honest with you

[kryptoniteheadcanons]

Thoughts On: Spiral: From The Book of Saw

Spoilers Ahead! 

- I-i hate the new voice thing for the killer. I can understand the 

- I can’t put my finger on why, but there’s something very....off about this movie. 

- Wait so did Emmerson also fake having a wife or does he actually have a wife? 

- I’ve been thinking about and watching a lot of stuff about parents and parenting recently, so the relationship between Zeke and his father really struck me as kind of reminiscent of honestly how a lot of people are with their parents sadly. 

-  Okay so I went into this expecting it to be more like Se7en, and I was kind of surprised when they ‘killed off’ Zeke’s partner halfway through the story. Wasn’t as surprised whenever he was revealed to be the killer. 

- Going back to it feeling ‘off’, I think this movie is in a sort of predicament where because of the way that the Saw franchise works it feels less complete because it doesn’t have as many tie ins as the others do to each other. There’s always this very Soap Opera vibe that a lot of the saw movies have because what will be a tiny little part in one movie will be a major part of another one. 

- Also the editing needs to be faster. 

- There’s so little...emotion put into a lot of these performances. Like, yeah, there’s a lot of yelling but I don’t feel it ya know? Remember how terrified Mark looked whenever John was interrogating him? 

- Im sorry I keep comparing it to the other movies in the franchise (that’s gonna happen when you make another movie in a franchise) but I think even on its own this one falls just a little short. Like i’d put it in the same camp as the netflix version of Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the Childs Play reboot. Although I will say I liked this one definitely more that netflix’s TCM. 

- Oh my fucking god they literally used the “you’re too close to this thing” line. why god. 

- I like to imagine Tracey, Lisa, and Eric Mathews’s ex wife are all in group together where they talk about their cop ex husbands. 

- Maybe you should have given him your villain speech before you filled him with glass? Being filled with glass can make it hard to focus. 

[all-might-can-smash-me]

Festival

Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead x Reader

but Present Mic is in it too and this turned out more platonic and fluffy more than anything

Summary: you, Aizawa, and Present Mic found yourselves with free time during the festival and decided to take part in some of the attractions the students worked hard on

Masterlist

The sound of laughter and voices filled UA campus along with the smell of food. Just taking in a deep inhale made your mouth water with how many scents you could smell through out the different areas of the festival. You couldn’t help but indulge in just one crepe, you now sitting down and happily eating away at it at a picnic table. You only huffed as two extra forks were now making their way to the crepe that was in your hand, scoffing at the two men who now sat on either side of you.

“Of course, I knew I should have grabbed two more forks...” you spoke out sarcastically, but you held the food forward, your husband, Shouta Aizawa, and your very good friend Hizashi Yamada were the two culprits who had taken it upon themselves to eat away at your food you held. “And shouldn’t you two be out walking? You know? Watching the kids.” You spoke out accusingly, now beginning to eat again, Yamada only groaning as he leaned onto the picnic table at your accusations.

“You’re such a square, you and Shouta...” he grumbled out as he glared at the two of you. “But the kids are fine, they are other heroes patrolling around here, plus it’s my break!” He said as he crossed his arms, though you soon turned to Aizawa who only shrugged his shoulders, grabbing your bottle of water to take a quick sip.

“I’m on break too.” He said simply as he gathered everyone’s forks and trash to toss in a garbage can nearby, the three of you now silently watching the students walk back and forth with their friends in tow, talking about the exciting things they had just went to and what they enjoyed, but then your ears perked up at a certain conversation that was happening off to the side.

“The haunted house was so scary! Especially when they guy popped out of no where....”

“Guys...” you said, now looking to them with a knowing look, Yamada instantly grabbing onto your arm, the same look upon his face.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Oh hell yes I’m thinking what you are thinking” you reciprocated back to the other, now you and Yamada looking to Aizawa expectantly.

“Nope...” he simply said with a shrug of his shoulders at the pouts that now pulled down at you and Yamada’s lips as the two of you now stood before the other pro hero, you holding both of his hands.

“Come on! Please!” You begged, though he only shook his head once more, you huffing with a small stomp of your foot. “Fine then! I’ll just have Yamada here then to grab onto.” You said, turning away from him, linking your arms with Yamada. “Any second now...” you whispered to him with a wink, the two of you stopping with childish grins upon your faces when a familiar voice called after the two of you.

“Fine! Fine! I’m coming! Wait up!” Aizawa called out, soon linking his arm with your free one, you and Yamada now excitedly running to the haunted house, a not impressed Aizawa in tow.

“A group of three!” You and Yamada said excitedly to the student who waited to great people before entering the house. She of course was kind of shocked to see the three teachers before her, but shrugged her shoulders.

“Beware! No touching any of our spooktacular decor and no touching the actors! Enjoy!” She said as she stepped aside, you and Yamada giggling childishly as the three of you entered the haunted house. You got to admit, it kind of felt like the three of you were teenagers again scurrying around at the festival, forcing Aizawa to do anything and everything together.

“Wow...so spooky..” Aizawa said sarcastically as the three of you slowly walked through the maze like construction, fog parting as you legs glided through the white clouds, the three of you listening to the spooky sounds that were played by a speaker.

“Oh come on Aizawa, it is kind of spooky.” Yamada grumbled out as he clung onto your arm, you only laughing at his reaction as you rolled your eyes at your friend beside you, casting a glance to Aizawa.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions alright? We only just got in here...for all you know something could....” though your words were caught off by your screaming, along with a loud one that sent your head ringing from Yamada as a bloody, fake dumby was swung out from the wall next to him and brought back in. The two of you slowly turned your glaring gazes to Aizawa who broke out in laughter as he motioned the two of you to continue forward.

“The look on your faces! You should have seen that! It reminded me of the time we all watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre when your mom told us not to, Hizashi!” Aizawa spoke out between his laughter, you and Yamada clinging onto each other as you followed behind your husband.

“Shut up Shouta! It isn’t funny!” Yamada whined out as the two of you huddled close, moving as far away from the props within each scary themed room of the house. Of course that still didn’t stop your yelps for when something or someone would pop out, Aizawa only laughing through the maze, the two of you taking shelter behind his back, you and Hizashi’s hands clutching on the back of his shirt, ignoring the swats of his hands to try and get the two of you off of him.

“You two are heroes? Come on, pull yourselves together!” Aizawa said with a huff as he now had your and Present Mic clinging onto his arms, though the two of you stopped in the middle of a hall.

“Hey....hey?! What’s that noise, bro!?” Yamada asked as he whipped his head around, desparately trying to find the source of the groaning, gurgling noise that seemed to echo through the empty hall.

“Shouta! What is that?!” You soon whined out as you pressed yourself into his side, his arm now wrapped around you as he was now confusingly looking around as well.

“I don’t know! Does it look like I know?!” He asked, his hair now lifting up from his head, the glow from his eyes illuminating a little bit of space before you.

“Shouta? What is that gonna do?” Yamada spat out as he glared to his friend next to him, Aizawa only glaring back, though you had begun to inappropriately laugh as you looked to your husband.

“Ooh! Someone is finally scared!” You teased, being silenced by the glares on Yamada and Aizawa’s faces as they basically told you to ‘shut up’ with their expressions. Though finally, it was like realization hit the three of you as your heads slowly looked up to the ceiling above you. A boy was hanging upside down, blood splattered onto their face.

“Oh shit!” You and Yamada shouted out together, Aizawa already clutching onto Yamada’s and your own hand, beginning to drag the both of you out through the rest of the maze. Students couldn’t help but giggle from their hiding places in the maze and from outside as your screams and along with Yamada’s and Aizawa’s rung out as the three of you ran past the rest of the jump scares, finally stumbling out through the exit, taking in deep breaths as you sighed out in relief when the light from the sun infiltrated your vision.

“Shouta....you should have seen your face...” Yamada was soon laughing from his kneeled spot on the ground as he looked to his friend hunched over trying to catch his breath. Despite the glare Aizawa casted, his friend had began to laugh, you joining in as you let yourself kneel down onto the ground too with your uncontrollable giggles, Aizawa now glaring at the two of you, embarrassment already bringing a soft hue to his cheeks as he listened to the two of you laugh.

“Yeah because you two spooked me!” He accused, you and Yamada finally catching a breath from your laughing fit, but with one glance from each other, the two of you had began to laugh again, now stumbling back up onto your feet to now stand up in front of Aizawa.

“Come on, lets go find something else to do.” You said as you hugged onto his arm, Yamada wiping away the tears from his eyes from his hysterical laughter earlier, now walking beside the two of you, now excitedly beginning to speak.

“I bet I can totally beat the two of you at the obstacle course!” He said with a smirk upon his face, though playful made a little noise of pain as you gave a small, playful punch to his arm.

“Oh really, big mouth? Bring it on brotha!” You shouted out, already beginning to jog forward beside Present Mic, Aizawa only sighing at the childish antics the two of you seemed to always pull together.

“Really!? I think it’s going to be me to beat the two of you!” He called out to the two of them as he ran past them, the two of you picking up your steps to try and beat him to the obstacle course.

“No running!” Shouted out Iida though, the three of you slowing your steps down, though couldn’t help but let your feet continued in a speed walk.

As the three of you readied yourselves for the course, students had begun to gather around, beginning to chant Hero names as the three of you waited for the sound off. It was honestl causing quite a commotion as the three of you were already zooming forward, beginning to skillfully make your ways through the course.

“Oh yeah!” You shouted as you made it through the course first, Aizawa in a close second with Yamada so close to tying with him, but was left with third. The students cheered and screamed as you did a little victory dance, Yamada and Shouta now only sulking as they caught their breathes.

“That’s what you get for trying to act all big and bad in the haunted house!” You said as you jabbed a finger at Aizawa, who only pushed your hand with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah yeah...what’s next...”

“Beauty pageant?”

“Beauty pageant!” You shouted out in agreement, the three of you now scurrying off to the next place.

Though let’s just say a video got out of the three of you scared shitless in the haunted house the next day amongst the students. Along with a video of the three of you competing against each other in the obstacle course.

[trash0receptacle]

Brothers with an Mc who loves horror Movies

(Spoilers for the saw movies and others)

Lucifer:

- He definitely is a fan of movies like the ring over slasher films

- He appreciates the metaness in movies like Us or get out

- He can handle gore better than his brothers but that scene from Saw 3 where the guy gets twisted to death. Or in saw four where the guy gets his skin ripped off.

- Being a demon most of these movies don’t get to him but he hates human centipede 2 with a passion (I’m not going to mention all the fucked up shit from that movie but it’s banned in several countries for a reason)

- Honestly he does find it humorous how Mc won’t be affected but his brothers will get grossed out or terrified

- Personally I see his favorite film being either Vertigo or Pyscho two classics

Mammon:

- I love mammon but he definitely hates horror movies

- He likes to spend time with you sure but always cringes when you want to watch horror movies

- He likes the stupid horror movies like the ones so bad you can tell it’s fake or it’s a mock movie

- When you guys watched Saw he almost puked probably but the great mammon isn’t scared by human movies

- Well that was until Texas Chainsaw massacre

- Humans eat each other and you think this shit is funny?

- He probably thinks you’re mentally deranged but who knows

- He definitely had to go sit in a corner by himself after human centipede

- His favorite movie is Scream

Levi:

- He loves horror movies too

- He plays enough horror games that he finds them fun

- I see him enjoying the films where the ending is unexpected

- My mans doesn’t get affected by gore probably but will get affected by other stuff....(curse you human centipede 2)

- He’s a sucker for a surprise killer or killers

- Japanese horror? You know he is in to it...

- Until he watches it and doesn’t sleep for a week

- I think his favorite movie is 47 meters down because it’s not a slasher but is intense

Satan:

- Now Satan he probably hates horror movies as well but for different reasons

- He does that thing where you talk to the movie like “that was fucking stupid” (so do i)

- He hates The Friday the 13th franchise with a passion because it makes no sense

- You know he gets a big head about cult themed movies

- He’s offended by humans portrayal of him quite frankly

- He’s not affected by gore he just thinks it’s a overused troupe

- He has a respect for the really fucked up minds behind these movies

- He likes the Japanese horror franchise because some of them are truly gut wrenchingly terrifying

- He hates clowns (I don’t have a reason but I feel like he would)

- He watched terrifier with you and regrets it

- His favorite movie is The Nun

Asmo:

- Oh he hates horror movies

- Well except for the ones that are filled with Sex

- Now that doesn’t exscue sexual violence in movies (again fuck human centipede 2)

- He likes slasher films for that reason

- Almost all slasher films are full of teenage sex and shit and you know he’s here for it

- While everyone else just watches those scenes in awkward silence he vibes

- In movies with satanic cults or demons he’s offended.. Lucifer, Satan, and Beel get mentioned but he the avatar of lust does not?!

- You know he will use the excuse he’s scared to cuddle up to you

( I got distracted so I ran outta steam sorry)

Beel:

- he’s not a big fan of them but he enjoys snacks so he’s down

- he doesn’t like gore

- He’s a soft boy you know he doesn’t like people randomly being killed

- He doesn’t think people are tasty why do people eat each other?

- He likes #Alive mainly bc he thinks it’s cool

Belphie:

-this man is just gonna sleep through it..

- from what he pays attention to he likes the Shining