#happy almost halloweeeeen!

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(I really wanted to have my apocalypse ronance fic done by Halloween and that's simply not happening, so have this little guy instead <3) ronance; horror filmmaker!Nancy; future fic; 1k words

Over the course of the ‘90s, a collection of unconnected but similarly themed horror movies are made and released.

Minuscule budgets and narrow theater releases, they don’t go very far at first. In fact, they don’t go anywhere for a couple of decades, only gaining traction with a DVD release and a flash in the pan of a cult following.

They aren’t sequels of each other, these movies, but they have a great deal in common to the point where in the early 2010s an online community starts connecting not just themes, but also characters whose names may not align even though their stories do, a haunted town or house or swimming pool which might as well all be the same version of Hell.

Each cover boasts a promise of fake blood and big screams but never gets across the great deal of sincerity tucked between cuts in the film strips, no, it’s up to audiences to find that.

And eventually? They do.

No one knows who N.W. Holland is, the name listed as director and writer and producer and on and on endlessly into the credits, a pseudonym from the looks of it and one which stopped being used around the new millennium if IMDb is to be trusted. They talk about them though, this mysterious figure who made four films which are considered life affirming or changing to any number of fans.

They debate gender and political affiliation and whether or not they went to film school or just figured it out on the job. They talk about the tells in their writing and try and find them in newer movies with different directors, trying to catch their mystery in the real world beyond those four films.

They seek and search and wonder and bite each other’s heads off and still all the while…

All the while Nancy Wheeler stays in the shadows.

“You have to do it.”

“No, I don’t,” she shakes her head definitively, leaning against the kitchen counter in a modest two bedroom home in central Indianapolis.

“Come on, Nance!” Robin laughs all sharp with disbelief, the sheaf of papers clutched in one hand fluttering in the wind created by her gestures. “Look at this! I mean look at it.”

“I’ve seen it,” Nancy shrugs, turns to set her mug down and give herself a refill from the carafe behind her, effectively turning her back on both Robin and this conversation.

The sound Robin makes in response is a familiar one, that sort of fond frustration when Nancy is being intentionally obtuse about something coming out in a huff of air.

“Nancy.”

“It did what it was supposed to!” Nancy says with no shortage of indignation, but she also knows, no lacking in anxious unsteadiness either. “That’s why I let you read it, because it’s— it’s a final product as-is.”

“You and I both know that isn’t true,” Robin says, gentler this time, holding those endlessly heavy pages between them like they weigh nothing.

Although, Robin has always been good at that, hasn’t she? Taking Nancy’s baggage for what it is and storing it securely and carefully on her shoulders?

Robin Buckley is a thing of wonder, the way she wormed into Nancy’s heart and life, made a cozy little home there long before Nancy herself even realized. It was like waking up, the day Nancy started to understand what they were, years behind the times as far as Robin was concerned but finally having gotten enough of the rot out of her system by way of four movies about a best friend lost too soon and the girl who failed to save her.

(The horror of the final girl, that's what the forums call it. Nancy just calls it Hawkins.)

Nancy loves her and Nancy knows her and being known in return is something she is still, twenty-five years on, learning to cope with, but it’s just.

“It’s been fifteen years since I made a movie, Robin,” she exhales, heavy as she slumps back against the counter again with her arms crossed like she’s sixteen and protecting her soft bits again. Maybe she always will be.

“It’s been fifteen hours since you wrote one,” Robin drops the screenplay on the table to her right in a punctuating smack! of a sound.

“I just had to get it out of my system,” Nancy breathes down towards her feet, even as Robin steps closer, steps into her space, steps right up in front of her, “it’s not like the others, I don’t need to say this one out loud.”

“Nance,” Robin breathes, guiding Nancy’s gaze up to meet hers with hands on her cheeks, thumbs tracing just beneath her eyes, the thin frames of her glasses. “This is the one you need to say out loud the most.”

Nancy’s eyes sting. Her arms unwrap so her hands can fall to grip at Robin’s waist.

There’s a community online who would likely agree, but it’s not their opinions which Nancy cares about in this moment. Just Robin. Just the way Robin sees it in black and white right there on the page, typed on the same typewriter she’d used on the first one in 1991.

“It’s been so long, it’s so obvious I haven’t written in so long.”

“Sure,” Robin shrugs, wiping a stray tear before it even makes it to Nancy’s cheek and smiling like there’s joy to be had here, “but that’s the point. I can see it, all that time between the last one and this one.”

“Because this one isn’t as scary?” Nancy scoffs, but Robin just holds her more firmly and leans in until their foreheads touch.

“Because in this one you forgive yourself.”

Nancy cries. She sobs, standing in the kitchen of the home she’s built with this woman, just an hour from the town where her childhood was stolen from her, but a joyful home despite it all.

She breaks down and lets herself be held on this day, because what they both know is that it’ll start tomorrow.

There is a community online that’s been searching for more stories from N.W. Holland for decades, and they’ve never found them because they didn’t exist.

One year from now, a script folded and paged through and dog eared will turn into exactly what they’re looking for, but it will take some time for them to realize.

It’s finally her story, complete in its resolution and its forgiveness, after all.

It’s only right it finally bares her name.

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happy halloweeeeen 💖💖😘

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With an impatient huff, Leon pushed himself off the table. He brought his arms up, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his elbow, as if he was suddenly feeling cold. “This is so weird,” he said, and everything about his body language spoke of how uncomfortable he was. “I still can’t believe any of it.” He laughed, but it didn’t exactly have any joy in it. “I’m almost convinced this is some elaborate prank you’re all trying to pull on me.”

“Trust me,” Piers said, dropping down onto the couch. It was comfier than it looked. “None of us would have the patience or the attention to detail to do that.” He shifted sideways, leaning against the backrest with his arm over it so he could still watch Leon. “Aside from maybe you.”

The way Leon looked at him was almost pleased, a shy kind of smile ghosting over his face. Then the careful nonchalance was back, the vulnerability gone and hidden again. “It’s still weird,” he said, walking over to the couch so he could take a seat at the other end of it. “The last time I saw Chris he was… well. More your build, not buff as hell.”

“You calling me scrawny?” Piers asked with a teasing grin.

It did what Piers had hoped it would and drew a laugh from Leon. “You know I’m not,” he said, “but Chris is all…” He cupped his palms together, before pulling them apart in a gesture Piers immediately understood. Chris really had bulked up a lot in the time that was now lost to Leon.

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Tyler awoke with a jolt, and he sat up with a start.

Sun filtered through the brown-tinted windows, through the gaps of the velvet curtains. Tyler let out a shuddering exhale and was about to swing his legs out of bed when he heard the chains. He looked down at the shackles around his ankles and wrists and let out a heavy sigh. He’d forgotten. For one blissful moment, it was like he was home again.

Tyler scrubbed his face with the both of his hands, letting out a low exhale. Dropping his hands into his lap, he looked around the tall, empty room. Even with his enhanced hearing, he could barely hear anyone else in the house. It was mostly silent.

He sat there for a few minutes, fingering the shackles absentmindedly while trying to ignore the gnawing in his stomach. He supposed he could break out of the shackles quite easily if he let Hyde take over, but he wasn’t willing to risk it. He could feel the Hyde grumbling in protest, but he tried to ignore him as he watched the flecks of dust floating lazily in the sun.

He was about to go back to sleep when he suddenly heard the creak of a bed, somewhere underneath the house. Familiar footsteps sounded across the room below. Lurch was awake. Tyler felt an overwhelming urge to hide as the butler’s footsteps lumbered slowly up the stairs, in his direction.

The door opened slowly, and Tyler stared with wide eyes as the butler stepped inside, staring at him with narrowed eyes. Tyler swallowed as he came inside. He was already wearing his suit, and he was holding… a key. Tyler involuntarily shrunk away as Lurch came closer, finally reaching over with his large hands towards the shackle restraining Tyler’s left hand.

Tyler stayed as still as possible as he slowly unlocked all his shackles, and once he was done, Tyler carefully shook them loose. They fell onto the bed with an almost silent clang, and Lurch grunted once before leaving the key on the side table and lumbering away.

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I PROMISE I'M STILL GONNA CONTINUE THIS!! I PROMISE 😭😭😭 *kicking my negative editing mindset furiously* HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN!!

[wwilloww]

spiderman | jjk

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff. Smuttish? Halloween Au. 

Rating: Explicit.

WC: 700

Warnings: Alcohol. Mentions of genitalia. Kissing. Writer Who Doesn’t Know What They’re Writing About.

A/N: Happy Halloweeeeen!  Wahoo! a quick, unedited request drabble. The only spiderman I’ve ever seen was a cartoon version when my baby brother was little and obsessed with him. So I had to watch a youtube clip. Here’s my best shot.

“What on earth are you doing.”

“I’m spiderman,” the graveled voice murmurs. “Hero of heroes.”

You’d stepped out into the alleyway, just for a moment. Behind you, the voices of your friends - and many a stranger - fade until the slow hinge of the door finally shuts, leaving you with the sounds of rain splattering against the concrete and cars splashing by on the street.

All of this, to clear your head. But instead of blissful silence, you find a young man in a spiderman suit hanging upside from the fire escape, knees hooked over the bar of a ladder.

Someone flicks on a light above you and suddenly the figure before you is illuminated.

“Spiderman, hm.” You step closer. “I thought I saw a familiar face darting around the party inside. I think I have a stalker.”

You’d seen him tonight. Noticed him. Had heard his laughter echo like something dearly familiar through your friend’s kitchen when someone made a joke. Had watched as he let loose on the dance floor with another man dressed as Wolverine and one in a sexy nurse’s costume, leg hair fully embraced.

And you’d thought he’d noticed you too, his masked face turned towards you when you’d jumped on the kitchen counter, singing and toasting a bottle of rum when your favorite song came on. A hand offered as you jumped down from the counter, only for him to disappear back into the crowd of masked figures.

You can tell he’s smiling through the mask.

“I was just in the neighborhood.”

“You’re amazing,” you play along, adding your own ad libs. “Hanging upside down like that for so long. The blood must really just rush to your head like this. Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“It’s only uncomfortable when it’s rushing to another head.”

You can’t help but snort, and he giggles too, his body shaking before you. You’re standing close enough that you can hear his breathing calm after the laughter runs through him. Silence falls between you as you stare on at the masked stranger, until he cuts in.

“So. I’ll be honest, I climbed up here to try out the whole spiderman thing but now that I’m up here, I’m actually a little stuck - so, unless you’re here to play out the rest of the scene, I’d really love some help getting down.”

“The rest of the scene?” you prompt, a teasing note in your tone.

“Yeah, you know…” You raise an eyebrow. “You know, where you pull the mask down a little bit…”  You reach out, and his breathing hitches as you let your fingers skate over his neck until they catch the bottom of the mask. “Just to the bottom of my nose…” You pull it down, just as he’s directed, to reveal a chiseled jaw and pink, full lips. “And then you lean in, and-”

You press your lips to his.

He melts against your touch, the two of you pressing close. His lips move against you, searching, slow, and ever so gentle. You press your hands to his face, the rain trickling down around your hands. It’s like floating on a buoy, kissing him, the push and pull of the waves bringing you back and forth, drawing you out to sea. Has kissing a stranger ever been this hypnotizing?

You pull back, cheeks flushed with warmth, heart pounding in your chest, the hint of an unbridled smile pulling at your lips.

His half-unmasked face is grinning back at you.

“Well, I’d say they should have hired us for the movie if we’re going to have that much chemistry right off the bat.”

You laugh, covering your smile with your hand.

“Well thank you, Spiderman, for saving an almost boring night.”

“How about you return the favor?”

“Hm?”

“Help me down? Please?” You laugh. “And I’ll be sure to show you just how well I can kiss right side up and with full use of my hands.”  

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Fated Instinct Chapter 15: Gluttony is a Sin... and so is Greed

Author’s Note: The above picture M’Baku’s family ain’t prissy, but they are royalty in Jabari land, plus they wanted to make a good impression for their future addition ;) The picture above that one? Well... it is HALLOWEEEEEN!!! The first half is inspired juuuust a bit by @laketaj24 fic Bet.

Summary: Sequel to Cabin in the Snow. Akari finds herself in a predicament after an accidental overnight stay in a cabin grants her the title of fiance to the chieftain-to-be M’Baku himself.

SMUT WARNING! 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14,  Chapter 16,  Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19,  Chapter 19(2),  Chapter 20,  Chapter 20(2),  Chapter 21,  Chapter 22, Chapter 23,  Chapter 24

Bonus Chapter 21.5

M’Baku x Akari (OC)

“Bet what hmm?” Runi raised her eyebrows, challenging her captor. No matter what the situation, Runi was always acted like she was in control, even when she didn’t have the upper hand. But even she was starting to have second thoughts about provoking the beast. Zahkele’s salacious gaze told her as much, who was eyeing her up like prey.

“Bet those black panties. And that bra.” He relished in watching her mouth turn in utter shock at his boldness.

But Runi was quickly shaken out of her daze, trying to wriggle out of his grip but to no avail. “Gyagh, so what’s the bet?”

All of a sudden they were snapped out of their negotiations as they heard the muffled sound of the front door slamming. The pitter patter of footsteps grew closer and closer, and Zahkele quickly twirled Runi around so her back was to his stomach, tightening his hold with one hand on her mouth and one around her waist. He liked the way Runi’s body moulded with his own, taking in the distinct scent of boysenberries that wafted from her skin. As they waited for the footsteps to identify themselves, Zahkele brought himself to Runi’s ear.

“Bet I can make you moan.”

“Kele!”

“What do you want Kaia?!” He roared, and beyond the door Kaia made a face at Zahkele’s unwarranted outburst. Little did she know his frustration of being interrupted, trying to keep a squirming Runi on lock in his arms. “Hold still!” He hissed into her ear.

“Did Runi come over?”

“Yeah, but she said she had some stuff to do so she went home.” This comment earning an angry muffle from Runi who then started thrashing. But before she could break free Zahkele, suddenly eyed up a soft spot on Runi’s neck, licking his lips before going in for the kill.

Runi let out a muffled squeal when she felt Zahkele’s mouth suckle on the nape of her neck. Zahkele raised his eyebrows, realising he must’ve found her sweet spot. He continued to nip and suck on the soft skin until he was sure it was going to leave a mark.

“Okay. Kari just wanted me to let the fam know she’d be going to the palace for dinner.”

The squirming stopped as both Zahkele and Runi unknowingly made the same expression of intrigue. And Zahkele would have normally pressed further, if he didn’t already have business to attend to. “Okay, sounds good, I’ll let dad know when he gets home.”

“Sweet.” Zahkele didn’t even wait for the pitter patter of feet walking away before continuing his brazen attack on Runi’s neck, weakening her with every lick. Every bite. . Zahkele let his hand roam her waist, feeling the slight curve of her hips that dipped in the tight black training pants she was wearing.

Zahkele had always seen the girl in his arms as exactly that- a girl. The loud-mouthed friend of his sister, but also friend of the family. It was until that fateful night Ever since that night Zahkele had started to notice Runi was actually grown. Fully grown. And night after night he had prayed for Hanuman to help him, considering he couldn’t help himself.

Runi let out a small muffled moan.

He really couldn’t.

Zahkele finished off his second hickey with peppered kisses along her shoulder until he reached her singlet strap. Satisfied with his victory, he released Runi, stepping back and watching her almost stumble as her very knees were weak. Zahkele causally made his way back onto the bed, lying down in the exact same position Runi found him in. They both heard the front door slam again, signifying the fact that both of them were now again alone.

“I guess I win.”

“Oh shut up.” Runi took one look at her former captor, lying there with a smugly wolfish grin, and for a moment paused to take in the image of his half-naked form. Before relieving herself of her singlet. She then jumped on the bed and immediately straddled Zahkele’s hips, grinding on his hard member through the fabric of his pants, rewarding her with a hiss from Zahkele before his hands found her hips once again. Runi brought her lips to his in a heated kiss, while Zahkele ground his hips upward. Neither one was willing to let up.

Even when Zahkele all but ripped Runi’s pants off while Runi furiously undid his own. When Runi settled herself on his lap, taking him inch by inch not by necessity, only to tease. Even when Zahkele gripped her hips as she winded on top of him, raking her hands up and down Zahkele’s chiseled torso.

Neither one was willing to admit defeat. 

Even when Zahkele’s grunts signalled his release at the beckon of Runi’s gasps, now towering over her as she raked her nails down his back and came with a loud cry. And as they both lay there in the afterglow, tangled in each other’s arms,

Neither one decided to let go.

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Laughter echoed throughout the hall as the Lord and his family unfurled themselves on the many pillows and furs around the lavish banquet before them. Nocawe had already started piling on her second plate. It’s okay Kari, you can do this. You’ve already met half the family, and your pretty sure none of them hate you which is good. Akari counted the facts that were in her favour, letting them bolster her confidence.

Akari in her silence mentally ticked off the names of M’Baku’s brother, all of whom were in attendance. Uuka, clad in a light blue sleeveless top with white furs on his shoulders, nearest to his mother and the chief at the head of the table. Next to him sat Akhona, dressed partly in armour like he had come straight from the battlefield. Akari couldn’t help but wish she was seated across from anyone but him, as his ambivalent gaze felt more cold than neutral.

On Akari’s side of the table she was sat next to M’Baku on her right and the youngest twins, Fundiswa and Gcobisa on her left. They both settled for talking amongst themselves, but gave her curious side-eyes whenever their conversation lulled, which was usually about fighting for food.

Akari knew that most times her quiet or aloof nature around strangers was interpreted as standoffish, or just plain snobby. But in reality, Akari was just confident in herself that she didn’t feel the need to make small talk with every person in the room. She was comfortable in her silence. Well, usually.

“M’Baku my boy, you’re fiancé has barely said a word! It must be because she’s ashamed at your manners.” The chief chided his son, who was halfway through his second helping of rice before casting a concerned ‘you okay?’ glance towards Akari.

Akari gave a sort of ‘help me’ look towards Nocawe as the chief threw back is head in laughter, while Nocawe (with a mouth half full of papaya) mouthed to her the word ‘breathe’. Akari had gone to Nocawe for advice as soon as M’Baku invited her, for which Nocawe was only more than happy to help.

The most important thing you can do, is be honest child. Even if it is not the most ‘proper’ answer. The chief values honesty, and as long as you are truthful, it will be fine.

“Well to be honest, my Lord, I am very anxious.” Akari chuckled nervously, and M’Baku put his bowl down at the boldly open answer his fiancé gave. “I am not only in the presence of our chieftain, but my future in laws, and in truth I don’t know which I am more nervous about. I care for M’Baku, and he cares for his family, therefore I hope to make a good impression.” She finished with a shy smile. The chieftain smiled and nodded at her words, and Nocawe sneakily gave her a wink and a thumbs up.

“Do we scare you?” The chieftain prompted.

“Oh Hanuman no!” Akari laughed loudly for the first time that night, earning raised eyebrows all around. “My father made sure to beat fear out of us when we were young.” Akari skulled back a cup of cordial, before her expression went dark. “We have no fear.”

The brothers all made nervous eyes at Akari’s sudden change of tone and the sliiiiight hint of bloodlust in her eyes, making them wonder what kind of training she had endured before their father burst into laughter yet again. “That is exactly what I would expect from Eshile’s offspring, nothing less!”

The brothers relaxed while the chief continued on. “I have fond memories of your father. We did not call him the ‘fang of the Jabari’ for nothing.” Nocawe nodded in agreement. “Only my wife here was bold enough to face him in training, and that was because your father would bribe her with the promise of exotic foods if she won.”

“What can I say, the food was good!” Nocawe shouted in her defence with her mouth half full of sweet potato, and Akari couldn’t help but burst into laughter, as did the table.

 The night continued on with many a tall and entertaining tale, including several childhood memories that the brother’s had wished had never resurfaced. Nocawe and Daluxolo however seemed content to embarrass their children, especially M’Baku, who by the end of it had earned a worn out Akari on his shoulder who had almost been brought to tears at not only the stories, but the story-tellers themselves, who she was guessing were mostly excited by the fact they had a fresh audience.

M’Baku walked Akari through the large hallways and watched her wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. “I’m glad you had fun.”

Akari burst into a small chuckle. “Well I’m glad I came M’Baku, I hope I made a good impression.”

“Are you kidding? My father was practically beaming with pride when he saw you fall off the cushion almost scream-laughing.” M’Baku smiled, before looking to the side with hopeful eyes. “I hope that you will come again?”

“Of course Baku, I’d be honoured.” Akari flashed him a genuine smile, and M’Baku thought his heart would stop. Something warmed him inside at the sight of his fiancé’s happiness, something that made him feel pride. Grandmama Nobomi watched from her little corner as she weaved in the moonlight, waving to the happy couple as soon as they passed by. But as soon as they were gone from sight Grandmama Nobomi shifted her gaze to the shadows.

“Are you done spying?”

Nobomi watched as the figure emerged from the darkness, her eyes softening slightly when the familiar face stepped into the moonlight.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

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[mexicaliblues]

Happy almost-halloweeeeen! 👻 We’re so excited to dress up, give out candy, and share in the celebration with everyone else who’s feeling spooOooky! What’s your costume going to be? If it involves anything from Mexicali, be sure to tag us and we’ll share your pics tomorrow! . . . #halloween🎃👻 #halloween🎃 #mexicaliblues #magicalmexicali #spookyseason #spookyseason👻 #readyforhalloween #readyforhalloween🎃 #orangehoodie #hippiehoodie #hippiefashion https://www.instagram.com/p/B4QajeYhUcV/?igshid=1m1c0h68xxt0q