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[lussiane333]

The way you write art the clown is so perfect and it's sad there isn't that much content for him yet so thank you for doing god's work 😩 do you have any hc's of him receiving a lapdance from s/o?

Hello! Thank you for your kind words <3

This one took me some time.. 😅 Sorry for the wait, here it is!

I decided to do more slashers so:

Slashers receiving a lap dance from their S/O 🔥

Art the Clown

He's making facial expressions you've never seen before

We all know that our clown boy is a comedian..

He would take the hidden dollars out of his clown suit and tuck them behind your panties and grin like a madman he is

His eyes never left you, and the way you touched him, breathed against his lips and toyed with your underwear, his gaze seemed almost tender like

But when you knelt spread legged down on the floor and looked at him, he's gawking with an open mouth and dilated pupils

He would do anything for you, it's like you hypnotize him every time and deep down he hates it, but it just feels so good..

He wants to ruin you in his own fucked up way so yeah, get ready for a long night afterwards

Bo Sinclair

You want all of his attention and oh boy.. It's yours

The way you leant back on his lap and grinded against his bulge..

Yeah, he'd whip his cock out and jerk it shamelessly as you move your body against him

He's really into this, he loves watching you show off for him

You make him absolutely feral and he feels like a virgin seeing a woman's body for the first time, but he can't help himself

Don't get me wrong, he's really not seeing this for the first time, but he's seeing someone he loves and enjoys it so damn much

You went from between his thighs to sit on his lap, and groping, teasing and whispering nasty things in your ear quickly turned into you riding him in a reverse cowgirl

He has a secret erotic polaroid collection of you

He loves your body, your moves, everything about you makes him crazy

Charles Lee Ray

He would act indifferent at first

Yeah, yeah, you're hot but he has seen it many times before

Still likes it and won't keep his hands to himself, I mean you two love to put on any kind of a show

His biggest weakness is when you nib at his neck and run your nails down his chest, he's humming in approval, squeezing your ass harder

Praises and degrades you at the same time

"You really are the biggest whore I've ever seen"

"Come on baby, show me that I'm right, oh yes"

He wants you all to himself, but he also wants to show you off so he'd surely make you dance in front of a victim and be like:

"You see that? All mine"

"Show them exactly what they're missing on, baby"

His egoistic ass is so proud knowing that he has someone like you

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villains x Reader || Imagines

Who wants some unrealistic fluff for Horror Villains? I sure do, let's do it-

Bo yelling at you, shocking you, and then Vincent coming outta fricken nowhere to huddle with you, hold your hands, and touch foreheads until you feel better. You might get over it quick, but he still want to protect you so he keeps softly squeezing your hands in his big warm talented artist hands and staying close to you.

Sitting in between Jason's legs or in his lap, with your back against his broad chest in front of a camp fire at night so you feel all snuggly and warn against him and with the heat of the fire wafting over to you. The only things that you hear are the fire crackling and the forest around you doing its natural, spooky-yet-comforting thing and, for a while... nothing feels bad ^^

Feeling sad and lonely, just cuz thats what your asshole of a brain is doing to you then, when Bo collapsing into bed with you after a long, exhausting day of his own. He doesnt even get changed, just takes off his hat and runs a hand through his sweaty hair. Then he wraps his arm over you and draws you into him and gives a beyond tired sigh. Ahh, there it is... he mutters, closing his eyes and falling asleep. Everything feels better after that ^^

Begging Freddy to just be a boyfriend for the night- just get into bed with you and wrap his arms around you. You really need it, just for tonight. Just a moment... to feel better. Miraculously he agrees and curls himself around you, his chin on your head, and you just take a deeeeep breath hidden where all you can see is red and freen stripes... and let it out... and start to feel better. Thank you...

Tiffany running you a bubble bath; The perfect temperature with lotsa soft bubbles and nice-smelling bath salts (Caramel, or eucalyptus, or chocolate... something that's warm and non-headachy, and comforting to you), and about a gazillion candles lit up and burning steadily all around you (Non-flickery). When you're ready to get out she has the softest robe of hers for you to wear and gives you sweet cheek kisses.

Laying down on the floor because you're just so overwhelmed and frustrated and just closing your eyes and counting to yourself... until Baby finds you- an Uno deck in her hand. Without a word she deals you seven cards and the two of you play a nice long round without saying a word, or even making faces at each other. It's a nice easy (But not too easy) thing to focus on and the first sound you make in who-knoss-how long ends up being a little laugh when you Draw Four her. She doesn't even mind the betrayal when you finally smile.

... Leaving the room where you were hanging with Chucky all of a sudden and going to your room, and screaming into a pillow because it's been building up for 2 damn movies. He'll hold you from behind for as long as it takes, happy to just lay there drawing patterns into your back (Possibly symbols?? Possibly sigils???) until you're ready to roll over and cuddle him back.

Candyman noticing your sour, upset mood and lifting your head up with his hook under your chin... looking so deeply into your eyes that maybe you start to shake a little under the intensity, and asking in that voice-... are you alright my dear? And you know he really means it, he really cares and he really wants to do something about if you're not okay.

Feeling dizzy and drained due to low-iron or from just not eating well lately when Foxy comes in with bags of groceries. When you look inside, it's all good stuff- bags full of big juicy apples and manderines and sweet, in-season nectarines. And other bags full of juicy broccoli and cobs of corn and lots and lots of snow peas. Also orange juice, and plain yoghurt, and some light crackers. Its a feast of non-heavy, healthy food that'll perk you up and you know he went grocery shopping for you and that just means so much!! You pull him into a hug and you don't even mind the B.O and gas smell ^^

Pamela having you stop working - you can do the dishes later, I know its hard but don't even look at them, - and just sit the hell down in front of the TV. She then puts her adorable baby Jason in your lap to cuddle carefully and turns on a nice long movie you both can watch. You will sit there, smell clean baby head, and watch TV for the duration of this film. Then she'll have a good, hearty meal ready for you, and you'll take a good long shower, and then- if you're well refreshed and still want to- you can do the dishes.

Feeling stressed out and your head won't stop going, so Norman guides you gently, tentatively away from whatever you were doing and to a bench before dissapearing for a moment. When he comes back he has a big book with plenty of pictures inside (Fauna species, or maps, or insects or something) and sits with you for a long time just looking through the pages. Every now and then he'll point at something in particular and stutter out a quiet comment that you nod carefully to, and until you're fully relaxed and engage in conversation with him about them ^^

Chop Top fixing his big noise cancelling headphones to your ears good and firm when you can't stand the random fricken noises anymore and playing music for you - music you like, - good and loud so everything else is tuned out until you're exhausted and ready to go to sleep.

BONUS, because this makes the total no. of imagines 13: Getting sick and tired of 'Sheriff Hoyt' and feeling uncomfortable about the whole stolen identity thing because who you fell in love with was Charlie- so he gets changed back into his comfy flannel and overalls and tells you he's Charlie again, for the night. C'mere, he tells you, pulling you by your waist into his side. You can't stop looking at him in that old baseball cap.

Which one of these would make you feel better??? I'd be so happy with Foxy!

[ali-r3n]

Being Enid’s older sister and the only one to stand up to your mother when she is too harsh with Enid

[blackenedsnow]

I was the one who made reader have a you her sibling they take care of, just saying, it was so amazing. I love it:D. I have another request. This one was a bit weird and rushed cause like I'm a sleepover with two of my cousins so

Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, Art the Clown, Stu Matcher, Thomas Hewitt, Jason, Michael, Billy Lenz, Pinhead, Tiffany (if you write for her) Charles/Chucky, Bo, Vincent, Lester, Brahms. If you want to add more or get rid of some it's okay. But you can either have it platonic of them being a younger sibling or child (adopted or not) going to a sleepover. Maybe sneaking out to it. They go to find out where they are and find them in a house and they are being loud, laughing, and just being kids

If you don't do platonic (cause I can't remember if you do or don't) then do it romantically and just like the same thing. You can change things if you that helps and sorry about this. But, the request I first made and you did, it was a great and made me smile cause I didn't expect it so thanks for that

slashers reactions to their younger sibling reader sneaking out to a sleepover ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Billy Loomis & Sibling! Reader, Bubba Sawyer & Sibling! Reader, Art the Clown & Sibling! Reader, Stu Macher & Sibling! Reader, Thomas Hewitt & Sibling! Reader, Jason Voorhees & Sibling! Reader, Michael Myers & Sibling! Reader, Billy Lenz & Sibling! Reader, Pinhead & Sibling! Reader, Tiffany Valentine & Sibling! Reader, Charles Lee Ray/Chucky & Sibling! Reader, Bo Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Vincent Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Lester Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Brahms Heelshire & Sibling! Reader

NOTE: Hope you enjoyed this! I could imagine so many of them struggling to hold back but ultimately wanting to let you just be a kid and have fun. Thank you so much for this request; it was a blast to write!

BILLY LOOMIS

You’ve managed to sneak out quietly, thinking Billy won’t notice because he’s engrossed in a movie marathon.

But within half an hour, he realizes you’re gone and his “big sibling” instincts kick in.

He shows up at the house with that intense, unblinking stare that could stop anyone mid-laugh.

Who do you think you are, sneaking out like this?

He’s relieved (and slightly embarrassed) to see you just goofing off with friends.

Pretends to be unimpressed when you’re caught off guard.

He’ll let you stay—for now—

With the most deadpan expression, muttering,

“You could’ve just told me.”

But he’s not about to let you get away with it.

Once you’re back home, he’s the silent-but-deadly type. Just know you’re grounded.

BUBBA SAWYER

Bubba panics the minute he realizes you’re gone, running through the house and making distressed sounds as he searches for you.

He's going to family members and pointing to where your things should be.

The whole family tries to calm him down, but he’s inconsolable until he finds a clue leading him to the sleepover house.

When he tracks you down, he’s so relieved he doesn’t know what to do.

Seeing you safe and having fun brings tears to his eyes.

He’ll probably sit outside the house, just quietly waiting for you to finish.

If you notice him, he might wave shyly or even try to make himself “invisible.”

ART THE CLOWN

Oh, Art knows you’ve snuck out, and he’s amused.

He’s both delighted to have a reason to check in and irritated that you thought you could get away with this.

Appears at the sleepover out of nowhere, scaring the life out of anyone who notices him lurking outside.

Watches silently, only making himself known to you with that twisted grin of his, waving as if to say, “Caught you!”

Doesn't stop you from having fun but does make it clear that he knows—and will remember.

Expect creepy antics as payback when you get home.

STU MACHER

Stu probably wasn’t paying enough attention to notice you sneaking out right away, but once he does..

He's MAD.

Once he finds the house, he’s too tempted not to sneak around and scare the shit out of all of you.

Might throw a pebble at the window to get your attention and then give you a dramatic pout, mouthing,

“How could you leave me out?”

When you get home, he’ll give you a long (and playful) guilt trip about how you left him to "suffer".

THOMAS HEWITT

Notices you’re missing right away.

Thomas doesn’t like you out of his sight, so he feels uneasy, imagining the worst.

He follows you quietly, not wanting to interrupt.

When he spots you through the window, safe and laughing, he stops, taking a deep breath of relief.

Watches you with a slight smile, just relieved to see you having fun.

He’s happy that you’re being a normal kid and knows better than to interrupt that.

Will probably leave you alone and probably won't bring it up, ever.

He would definitely prefer if you let him know though.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason’s heart drops when he notices you’re not in your usual spot, and he’s anxious as he starts tracking you down.

He’s relieved to see you laughing and safe with friends.

Stays outside or hidden, keeping a protective eye.

He doesn’t want to interrupt but also doesn’t want anything sneaking up on you.

Plus, who knows if these kids don't mean any harm?

Might leave little signs outside (like stacked stones) to let you know he was there, just to make sure you’re safe.

MICHAEL MYERS

He’s annoyed.

Why would you leave his protection?

Michael doesn’t even try to blend in; he’s the shadow at the window.

Once you see his white mask peeking in, you know the jig is up.

He won’t cause a scene, but he just stares until you get the message.

When you sneak out to meet him, he’ll give you a tiny “you-know-better” look, but he’s not mad—he just wants you safe.

Doesn’t reveal himself to anyone else, but he’ll stay there the entire time.

When you get home, expect a long, silent stare, reminding you that you’re not as sneaky as you think.

BILLY LENZ

He notices right away.

Billy has a keen eye for your whereabouts, and he’s instantly on the move, tracking you down.

Peers through the window, watching you play with a pout.

He feels oddly betrayed but finds your happiness too endearing to be angry.

He won’t disrupt the fun, but you might catch a glimpse of him outside, holding his hands up in an “I���m watching you” gesture.

When you get home, he’ll tease you nonstop about “abandoning him.”

PINHEAD

This is completely out of the ordinary, and he is both confused and a bit annoyed that you snuck out without informing him.

Appears in his signature, intimidating way, silently observing from outside.

He finds the concept of a “sleepover” curious.

He’s more contemplative about it, watching as if studying some strange new human ritual.

He waits until you’re ready to return and then accompanies you back without a word.

You can expect a very stern lecture when you get home about the importance of communication…

TIFFANY VALENTINE

She realizes quickly that you’re gone and storms out to find you, though her anger’s more worried than anything.

When she spots you through the window, laughing and having fun, her irritation fades into a soft smile.

She won’t interrupt, just stands outside and watches for a bit.

She loves seeing you like this, happy and unbothered.

When you get back, she’ll playfully scold you but then pull you into a hug, reminding you to tell her next time.

CHUCKY (CHARLES LEE RAY)

Chucky’s annoyed at first, muttering to himself,

“What does this kid think they’re doing?”

He’s irritated you’d sneak off, especially without his “permission,” and tracks you down, grumbling the entire way.

When he finds you, he feels an odd mix of pride and annoyance.

He likes your independence but also doesn’t like feeling “left out.”

Gives you a wicked grin through the window, mouthing, “We’re talking later.”

He’ll grumble that “next time, you should let him know,” but he’s proud you managed to sneak out without him noticing.

BO SINCLAIR

Bo is mad and lets you know it.

He’s worried you’re in danger, and when he finds you, he’s that overprotective brother with his arms crossed.

He pulls you aside, lecturing you on safety and probably embarrassing you in front of your friends.

But once he knows you’re okay, he lets up a bit and waits outside for you, a little softer.

At home, he pretends he’s still mad but lets you off the hook pretty easily.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent’s used to you being close by, so when you’re not there, he’s unnerved and worried.

Tracks you down and watches quietly, almost touched to see you carefree with your friends.

Leaves a little note or sketch somewhere you’ll find it later, a reminder of his presence even when you’re far away.

He’s quiet when you get home, but there’s a warmth to his gaze.

You should him next time..

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester’s both amused and concerned when he finds you missing.

He tracks you down quickly, not one for letting you go unguarded.

When he finds you through the window, he watches with a fond smile, chuckling at your carefree attitude.

Might knock on the door and make up an excuse to check on you if you notice him, but he’ll mostly just let you have your fun.

Gives you a playful nudge and a “don’t think you’re getting away that easy next time” when you get back.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Brahms does not take this well, feeling abandoned and maybe a bit betrayed.

When he tracks you down, he watches from the shadows, arms crossed, grumpy but protective.

Might stare until you feel his gaze and look over at him, just so you know he found you.

When you return, expect a big fuss, with Brahms grumbling about how much he “suffered” in your absence.

[scoonsalicious]

1/Uncovered

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Pocket!Reader

Summary: Family is complicated. Family is messy. Family is what you make it.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mention of sexual situations.

Word Count: 2.8k

Previously On...: Fuck the one-shots-- we're in miniseries territory now, baby! Consider this a kind of teaser that bridges us from Unwanted to Unbroken.

A/N: I HAVE MISSED YOU. I HAVE MISSED THEM. WELCOME BACK, BITCHES!

No release schedule for this one, though-- sorry. We going in raw.

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Laying on the chaise lounge on the apartment terrace, you lazily ran your fingers through Bucky’s soft hair as he rested his head against you. The two of you were taking the rare break in your busy schedules to enjoy some quiet reading time– you had finally convinced Bucky to read To Kill a Mockingbird after trying to (poorly, in your opinion, but you were a science nerd, not a literary major) explain how it was the most important piece of American Literature ever written. He’d argued with you, firmly stating that title belonged to The Jungle, and while you didn’t discount the importance of Upton Sinclair’s work, you failed to see how he could make the distinction when he’d missed out on almost one hundred years of The Great American Novel. 

He’d only conceded to giving it a chance once you promised to reread it along with him, so you could discuss it together and now, here you were, enjoying the cool breeze that came in off the Hudson that cut through the late Summer heat, letting your imagination wander along with the adventures of Scout, Jem, and Dill. 

“Gotta say, sweets,” Bucky said absentmindedly as he turned a page, “kinda surprised you love this book so much. Over a hundred pages in and nobody’s having sex; doesn’t seem like your kinda story.”

“Shut up,” you chastised him, playfully tugging on a strand of his chestnut locks. “Not all my interests are smut-related, thank you.”

“Coulda fooled me,” Bucky chuckled as he stroked his fingers along your thigh where it rested next to his side. “Always such a dirty mind to go with that dirty mouth.”

You tried to suppress the shiver that went through your body at his touch, but it was like trying to keep the sun’s rays from warming your skin– impossible. He was already lying between your legs on the chaise while you read, his head resting comfortably on the soft curve of your stomach, his vibranium arm propped posessively over your knee. 

“Behave,” you warned him, though your voice didn’t hold any real heat. “We’re supposed to be reading.” You both knew that, if Bucky really wanted to distract you from the book in favor of other more… intimate activities, it wouldn’t take much work for him to do so, and you wouldn’t even be mad about it. 

Though you couldn’t see it from the way you were laying, you could easily picture the smirk that was gracing his face in your mind’s eye. “Okay, okay,” he conceded. “I’ll be good, I promise.” 

You wanted to believe him, but the way he kept teasing you by drawing soft patterns on the skin of your leg with his fingertips told you otherwise. You’d tried to ignore him, but you were only human. 

“Bucky,” you groaned in frustration as his fingers climbed ever higher along the outside of your thigh. “You are not playing fair!”

Bucky tilted his head back so he could look at you. “Whaddaya mean, doll?” he asked, his face the picture of innocence. “I’m just readin’ my book. Not m’fault, you’re so sensitive.”

You rolled your eyes at him; you were minutes away from just tossing the book to the ground and locking your legs around him, and you knew he knew it, too.

Before you could make a move, though, your phone began pinging with incoming alerts, one after the other, in a seemingly neverending barage of notitifcations. You frowned as you both turned to stare at the device where it sat on the coffee table. 

“Who’s textin’ you like a crazy person?” Bucky asked, slowly sitting up between your legs to look back at you.

You shook your head and frowned. “That’s not my text tone,” you told him. “That’s my Google Alerts notification.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed and he leaned forward, picking your phone up from the table. “May I?” he asked, inclining his head toward it. 

“Please,” you nodded, granting him permission to unlock your phone and check the notifications as you sat up straighter, pulling your knees against your chest.

Bucky quickly tapped in your passcode and began scanning the screen. You were grateful he’d taken the initiative to look for you– there was only one thing you’d ever set a Google Alert for: your own name, and every time you received one, your heart would stop in your chest, convinced that this time, someone would have uncovered the truth about your abusive past and the horrible things that had been done to you as a child.

You weren’t ashamed of what you’d endured. No, the years of sexual assualt you’d suffered at the hands of your mother’s boyfriend and the men he pimped you out to had made you stronger, given you courage, tenacity, drive to make something of yourself, but the secrets of your past were yours to divulge at your discretion, and you’d lived under a constant cloud of fear that one day, the choice of who to share that information with would be taken from you.

After a moment, Bucky sighed and held out the phone to you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said softly, and you felt your heart seize in your chest. “Looks like we’ve finally been found out.”

With a confused frown, you took the phone from Bucky and glanced down at the screen. You were suddenly hit with the wildest sense of deja vu as you read the headlines that filled the page, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh at how you’d worried over nothing, or cry over the memories the headlines invoked:

Cold War Love Affair: Winter Soldier Caught in Scandalous Romance with Stark Exec!

Winter Soldier’s Shocking Romance: Bucky Barnes Steals Cap's Flame, Sparks Fly at Avengers’ Tower!

Captain America Left in the Cold? Winter Soldier Spotted Getting Cozy with Stark Industries CTO!

Is Bucky Barnes Breaking the Bro Code? Winter Soldier Moves In on Captain America’s Girl!

Demotion in Rank? Stark Industry’s Tech Queen Downgrades from Captain to Sergeant!

Winter Soldier & Stark's Leading Lady: Romance Heats Up Between Avengers' Baddest and Brightest!

You ended up breathing out a relieved laugh. Your past remained behind closed doors, exactly where you wanted it to stay and, unlike the last time you found yourself the subject of tabloid fodder, at least you were being romantically linked to the right man for a change. Granted, you could have done without the implication that you and Steve had any sort of romantic history, but you’d take what you could get when it came to these vultures.

Bucky, however, looked like he was about to be sick.

“Baby?” you asked tentatively as you put the phone down and picked up his hand. “Are you okay? Why do you look so upset?”

Bucky exhaled loudly and looked up at you through his lashes. “I’m so sorry, Pocket,” he said softly.

You looked at him, baffled by his demeanor. “Sorry? Buck… what on earth do you have to be sorry about? So people finally found out about us– so what? It’s not like we were ever keeping us a secret.”

“I know,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair, “but this…” he nodded toward the phone, “this can’t be good for your reputation. I can’t be good for your reputation.”

“Fuck my reputation,” you scoffed playfully, picking up the phone as you began looking through the headlines again. “Baby, the only people who’s opinions of me I give a shit about are you and the people who live in the Tower. I couldn’t possibly care less what the general public thinks of me. We don’t owe them anything. We don’t belong to them.” 

Bucky gave you a look as though you were being incredibly naive. “Sweetheart, people hate me. They wanna see me locked away for the rest of my life for the things I’ve done. They’re gonna look at you, and they’re not gonna see the brilliant, amazing woman that you are. They’re gonna see someone willing to date a monster. And they’re gonna judge you for it. They’re gonna treat you differently because of it, punish you for loving me, and I’m so sorry for that.”

You barked out an unintended laugh as you reviewed the comments on one of the articles. “Baby, I don’t think you have to worry about that.” He looked at you with a puzzled expression. “Oh, they definitely seem to hate me, alright,” you added, turning the phone back for him to look at, “but it’s not for the reasons you think.”

He curiously took the phone from your hands and scrolled through the comments, his face growing more and more angry as he read: bbarneslover: Ugh, how does she land Bucky Barnes? She's literally just… a nerd. → makemehowlcommando: Wow, really? Her? Guess even superheroes lower their standards sometimes.       → bbarneslover: I could treat him way better. What does she even have that the rest of us don't?

→ wintersoldierwifu: How much ya’ll wanna bet it’s just a PR stunt?!

→ hydrahottie4bucky: She better watch out. Bucky deserves someone who actually appreciates him—not someone chasing clout who fucked his best friend! → wokeupwithbucky: I can’t believe Bucky would fall for someone like her! It should be me! →hydrahottie4bucky: She’s only with him because of the Avengers connection, not because she cares about him! → bucky’snaughtynightmare: She couldn’t care less about Bucky’s trauma. She’s just after the Avengers clout, obviously. → barnesinmybedroom: Bitch probably doesn’t even understand Bucky's past like real fans do!

→ bucky'snaughtynightmare: First Captain America, now Bucky? I don’t want to call slut, but… → bbarneslover: Girl’s out here collecting Avengers like Pokémon. We all know the rumors about her and Tony Stark. → bucky’snaughtynightmare: Pathetic. What, is there some “Collect All Avengers” achievement we don’t know about?

→ barnesridesmerough: I’m sorry, but how does a glorified IT girl snag two Avengers? Must be some kind of tech magic.     → bucky’snaughtynightmare: Magic tech vagina, maybe.

→ makemehowlcommando: She’s just Cap’s leftovers. Bucky deserves so much better than some sloppy seconds! → bucky’sbadgirl: It’s obviously a attention thing for her. Can’t believe Bucky’s falling for this! → barnesridesmerough: I give it a month before he comes to his senses and dumps her. She’s not right for him! → makemehowlcommando: LOL, she won’t last a week. He’ll get bored and dump her for someone interesting. → barnesridesmerough: From your lips to Bucky’s ears! Ugh, this girl sucks!

→ brooklynbadboylover: Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Why does he make me so feral?! → bucky’sbadgirl: He could choke me out any day. Either with his arm or his dick, idc… → darkchocolate78: Ya’ll need Jesus. Besides. I think they're cute together.

The scowl on Bucky’s face was almost adorable as you watched him grow offended on your behalf. “How do we get them to take this stuff down?” he asked you. 

You gently took the phone back from him and began typing away at the comments section. “Not really much we can do about it, Buckaroo,” you told him. “Once it’s on the internet, it’s pretty much forever.

Bucky frowned at your lack of concern. “I’m not just gonna sit back and let a bunch of strangers talk shit about you like that, Pocket.”

“I’ve heard much worse, trust me,” you said with a shrug. “Besides, why should I be mad when they’re just jealous? I can’t blame them. You’re fucking delicious. I feel sorry for them for not being me.” You quirked an eyebrow at him over your phone, trying to be playful, but he wasn’t having it. You snorted as you finished typing. “Besides, I’m not doing ‘nothing.’” You grinned as you turned your phone back to him so he could see what you just typed. → BuckyBarnesFucker69: Oh, I��m sure she sucks alright… like a fucking Hoover. Probably the only reason he’s kept her around as long as he has. Only thing a mouth like that is good for. “Pocket, this…” Bucky spluttered, “this is awful! I—” He stopped and turned to look at you as you started laughing maniacally. His gaze went between you and the comment in front of him, then back again. “You’re BuckyBarnesFucker69, aren’t you?”

You bit your lip, trying to fight the grin that was desperate to escape across your face. “Mayyyyybee,” you offered mischieviously. 

Bucky glared at you, a combination of confusion and frustration clouding his features. “Why the fuck would you play into this?” he asked. “It’s like… you’re letting them bully you.”

His indignance on your behalf warmed your heart and you scooted closer to him to wrap your arms around his neck. “It’s very sexy that you want to defend my honor, Buck,” you said, pressing your lips to the stubble on his cheek. “But you don’t have to worry about it– I’m in on the joke, now. They think they’re laughing at me, but they don’t realize they’re actually laughing with me. So, I win.”

Bucky’s gaze was skeptical as studied your face. “You’re certifiable. You realize that, right?” he asked eventually, a slight smile pulling at the edge of his lips. 

“Uh huh,” you agreed with an enthusiastic nod. “But you love my brand of crazy.”

Bucky sighed dramatically. “God help me, I do,” he said, pulling you down into his lap. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face before his gaze turned serious again. “Are you sure this is all okay, though, doll?” he asked.

You repositioned yourself on his lap, straddling his thighs as you turned to face him. “I’m sure,” you told him. “I know it’s hard for you to believe sometimes, but I’m proud to be your girl, Bucky Barnes. I don’t care if the whole world knows it. Fuck, I want them to know it. I want them to look at you and see the man I see, every time. To see all the good things about you that I love so much.”

Bucky’s gaze turned soft as he stroked your cheek with his flesh thumb. “And what are all the good things you love about me?”

You pulled back slightly, giving him a wary look. “Oh, fishing for compliments now, are we?” you teased.

The grin he gave you was enough to light a fire low in your belly. “Maybe one or two,” he admitted cheekily. 

“You have a magic dick,” you told him with a grin. Your natural instinct was to make a joke of it, and you thought you were going to keep going in that vein, but in the moment, you suddenly felt the need to be serious, to be honest with him. “You’re a good man. Even after everything you’ve been through, you still try. No one would ever fault you if you just threw in the towel and said ‘fuck it, I’m done,’ but that’s not who you are. You keep fighting, even when you don’t have to, but you do it because it’s the right thing to do. You do it so that other people won’t suffer the way you were made to suffer. 

“You make me laugh, Bucky. You’re warm, and kind, and yeah, you occasionally fuck up sometimes, but you learn from it. You’re always striving to be a better version of yourself, and you make me want to be a better version of myself, too. You–” you had to pause to clear your throat. Somewhere along the way, you realized you’d started getting worked up with emotion. 

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I know… I know I’m not always an easy person to love. I know I have my issues, and a lot of guys would have looked at all my damage and probably just run in the opposite direction, but not you. You’ve never been anything but patient and loving and gentle with me.” You choked back a soft sob. “I never thought anyone would ever be able to love me, with my history and my baggage, but there you were. And baby, you love me better than I could have ever even wished for, because despite everything you’ve been through, you have such a big heart. And that’s what I love about you the most– they put you through hell, and you’d be well within your rights to turn your back on the entire fucking planet, but you don’t. You choose to save it. Every damned day, you make the choice to be a good man. And I fucking love you for it.” 

You sniffed and wiped at your face, your hand coming away wet with tears. “Shit,” you laughed, embarrassed at the way your emotions had taken over. “Was not planning on going full-drama on you. Should have just stuck with the ‘magic dick��� part. Sorry.”

Bucky was silent as you regained your composure, looking at you with an intensity that unnerved you.

“Say something, Buck," you chuckled in an awkward attempt to relieve the tension you felt under his gaze, "otherwise I’m going to think I embarrassed myself right out of this relationship.” You weren’t sure what you wanted him to say to you– just reassure you hadn’t made a complete fool of yourself in front of him, you supposed, but when he opened his mouth, he took you completely by surprise.

“Marry me.”

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[pvlvsdog]

X-ray: what I think is down there

Take this as my own personal musings, definitely influenced by people who introduced me to the game. Stuff like that just sticks with me and sometimes it just seems more fitting than whatever alternative I could come up with

Nsfw! Unedited!

Don - giant cock. No other way to put it, I think she has the best of both worlds and while I definitely give her decently sized tits when I draw here, there is a penis down there and it is both huge and thick. Is it clean or taken care of? About as much as her shoe-covered feet are

Heathcliff - a pretty big penis, has some girth and a little of a curve to it with noticeable veins. Not the biggest on the bus but it’s surely up there

Meursault - a penis with well trimmed hair. It’s a bit above the average in length but very thick. Clean, good dick, probably a good time to have it in you

Ishmael - hairy pussy. She doesn’t waste time to trim so there is a decent amount of hair along with a happy trail. It’s well, sort of clean. She doesn’t do anything fancy, probably knows better than to use hand soap but she doesn’t care enough to do anything beyond the bare minimum

Hong lu - I think it would be a penis but I’m willing to hear you out if you think otherwise. I think it’s well taken care of, very long with not a lot of girth to it. Not much in terms of visible veins I imagine

Faust - a vagina covered in white, fluffy hair. She keeps it very clean but doesn’t shave or trim, she sees that as a hassle and the hair doesn’t bother her or anything, if you have a problem with it she figures it’s none of her business

Rodya - immaculately smooth and well maintained pussy. On one hand she doesn’t like to follow fads that are set up by society to make you spend more money, but she also likes to feel like that’s a bonus to what she already has to offer. A bit hypocritical, but that’s a bit of her thing. Like, she likes that she is the most conventionally well taken care of in that area even if she is aware that the mainstream preference doesn’t hold much relevance in the grand scheme of things

Ryoshu - also a vagina. She keeps the hair short for comfort only, but doesn’t like to shave it completely, I think

Outis - again, vagina and yet again hair that is only a little trimmed, not as neatly as Ryoshu’s though. She just does it when she feels like it, it takes up a bit of time and she cares more about resting before another work day. It’s not that well washed either, she just can’t be bothered

Dante - I think they have a vagina. It’s hairless but more so because I generally think their body is pretty hairless to begin with. They try to keep it clean but also I’m not sure if they remember all the proper ways to do so. Probably used hand soap and calls it a day

Yi Sang - honestly this one could go either way. If it’s a penis then it’s average in length, no bigger veins, with not much girth or hair. It it’s a pussy then it’s a nicely washed one, shaved (‘just in case’)

Gregor - PUSSY. VAGINA. I firmly believe in trans Greg and that’s a hill I will die on. I don’t think it’s very clean on trimmed at all. It’s probably pretty hairy too. Most days he doesn’t feel like going out of his way to wash it and just ‘lets the water do its thing’. Would

Sinclair - hhhh I’m sorry but. Personally I imagine a penis and I don’t think it’s very big (both in terms of girth and length). It’s noticeably short and has some light hair around it. He’s the type of person to apologise when undressing in front of you, give that man some confidence please. I also fw some trans Emil art so I’m not saying you guys are ‘wrong’ or anything, I can definitely see that. I just personally think it’s a penis

[luverine]

Masterlist

Imagines/scenarios:

Shower thoughts (multiple x gn reader nsfw)

Virginity (multiple x fem reader nsfw)

Rut (multiple x gn reader nsfw)

Creep (multiple x gn reader nsfw)

Ache (multiple x gn! reader)

Crybaby (multiple x gn! Reader nsfw)

Resident Evil:

Restless (Leon Kennedy x fem reader nsfw)

Taste (Leon Kennedy x gn reader nsfw)

DBD:

Girlfriend (Sable Ward x Fem! Reader)

MHA:

Omegaverse (multiple mha x gn reader nsfw)

Puddles and cuddles (Bakugou x gn reader sfw)

Slashers:

Movie glow (Charles Lee Ray x fem reader nsfw)

Swords (fem reader x Vincent Sinclair nsfw)

Original works:

Scary (fem monster x fem reader nsfw)

Devourer (Dallon Popescu Vampire Hunter x Bitten! gn! Reader)

The Anvil and the Arrow (Orc (Leif) x fem reader)

One: sunrise

Two: moonlight

Three: sunlight

Four: sunshine

Moth to a flame (Mothman (Luan) x fem reader)

one: he found you

two: monster fucker reader

three: becoming mates

four: fluffy babies

five: he’s cold

Six: can’t sleep

Seven: want

Caged animal (wolf hybrid/werewolf x fem reader)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4,

Divider credit: sweetmelodygraphics

[lolahaurisfw]

✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Here i'll only be taking requests for fluff, platonic, and angst! Reqs are always open like usual too, and you can request as much as you want and as detailed as you want! i just get to things when i can/want to.

Anon's: None Yet

Other Accounts: @lolas-favfics @lolamultifandom @lolahauri @chowderpop

AO3: Here

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-> MASTERLIST <-

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

What I Won't Write:

Smut. (Go to my other blog)

What I'm Willing To Write:

Reader Who Is: Tall, Short, Fat, Chubby, Curvy, Buff. Trans/NB.

Reader Who Has: Depression, Anxiety, DPDR, ADD.

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Triology: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Life Is Strange (2015): Maxine, Chloe.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

~

Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Gaurdians of the Galaxy)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

[augustjustice]

Sunday Six

Harrington flips his Ray-Bans up into his hair, the portrait of popular high school douchebag that Eddie remembers all too well from last year. But the soft-looking baby blue sweater he’s sporting, combined with the way he impatiently ushers Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair into the Beemer with a hand on his hip, sinks some fairly sizable cracks into the overall effect. 

When he catches Eddie’s gaze, there’s a weariness in his eyes that has Eddie fighting down an instinctual shit-eating grin, anticipating whatever nasty jibe the former king is about to throw his way. He almost feels bad. It’s gonna be a pretty bad shock for Dustin. But, better the kid sees his hero’s true colors now rather than later. 

Instead, Steve’s head dips in a tired nod, a stiff but not impolite acknowledgement. 

“Munson.”

Eddie’s mama had run off before his folks got the chance to get a divorce, but, he imagines this might have been what that would have looked like, the pair of them passing him off between them with an icy sort of cordialness every other weekend.

(That’s not fair. If it had been his parents, there would have been a helluva lot more yelling, an a helluva lot less civility than Harrington’s showing him now.)

It throws off whatever snide remark Eddie had been gearing up to toss back. He feels wrong-footed, tugging a strand of hair into his face partially to hide his wide-eyed expression.

“Uh, yeah. Hey, Harrington.”

[slasherfckr]

˜”*°•.˜”*°•𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢•°*”˜.•°*”˜

Hello 👋

Before I start posting imagines, headcanons, requests and more.... I've got a few rules I should mention. So PLEASE PLEASE read until the end 🙏🥺

First are the characters I write for:

Michael Myers (78 or RZ)

Jason Voorhees (specifically Part 2/3 Jason)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy 2016)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Lester Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Bubba Sawyer (OG TCM)

Thomas Hewitt (2003 TCM remake)

The Grabber (Black Phone AU where he didn't kidnap and kill kids. Only adults)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky (Child's Play movies series/Chucky TV series)

Tiffany Valentine (Chucky TV series)

Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine)

I'll add more as I catch up on other slasher franchises I haven't seen yet such as Scream for example 😉

Secondly, here are topics I will NOT write for or even allude to:

Incest

Rape

Pedophilia

Animal Abuse (yes this includes any kind of sexual acts with animals)

Homophobia

Transphobia

Racism of ANY kind

Basically any nasty kind of topic similar to any of the above

So if your request is for any of the slashers I mentioned and doesn't have anything to do with the topics I refuse to do, go ahead and send me an ask! Smut or fluff, I'll write!

**IMPORTANT**

I typically write for a female reader unless specifically requested for Gender Neutral. I'm not comfortable writing for male just yet but I'll occasionally do a male!reader x slasher so I can get more comfortable with it 😁

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Double Edged Sword

Part 1

A/n: Decided to not do an x reader with this one and actually indulge myself with the oc I’ve been picturing for this specific scenario. I’ve had a lot of OC’s that I tuck away when I do imagines but this time, I’m gonna just include him, even though I know my already bare bones interaction will go down. This one is for me <3

Side note: This is an ot3 fic between my OC (Sam), Xavier and Tyler that goes into a lot of stuff that I hc about this series. I think I have a very different interpretation of these characters than most people do so like. Keep that in mind.

Word Count: 5,000+

Warnings: implied domestic abuse, manipulation.

Wednesday Addams hated Nevermore Academy. She hated everything about it, like the therapist who wanted to peek into her mind, even though Wednesday knew the second she did she’d run screaming. There wasn’t even a point to trying. Like the mean girl siren who had a shitty attitude and thought she was better than everyone else - just like every annoying mean girl that ran these stupid institutions of torture. Like the meaningless classes that didn’t teach Wednesday anything she didn’t already know from her family. The fact that said family haunted every inch of the school, and that every step she took had already been taken by one of her parents. Like her roommate. God, she hated her roommate more than anything else here.

Enid Sinclair had only one redeeming quality: her brother.

Sam was... interesting. Enid had admitted to not being able to go full wolf like she was supposed to be able to at her age. Sam, on the other hand, was apparently a prodigy. He had wolfed out for the very first time when he was startlingly young. He never talked about what had set him off, as it hadn’t been on a full moon, or even at night, but everyone knew that he was one of the youngest werewolves to fully transform known through history.

Enid was all sunshine and different shades of pink and dyed hair and multicolored nails. She was cotton candy personified, rays of sunshine sprinkling from her wavy, blonde hair. Sam was bitter and biting and arms crossed, rolling eyes. He wasn’t drawn to black the way Wednesday was, he just didn’t care all that much about fashion in general. Which wasn’t weird for boys, I suppose, but compared to Enid it was startling. He was a fan of sweat pants and tshirts on the days he didn’t have to wear his school uniform, where he could always be found with a non-matching hoodie underneath his blazer. The only thing he and Enid had in common was a necklace - one with a lock, and one with a key. Enid’s key hadn’t made sense at first, until Sam had changed into his usual tshirt with a short amount of time and had run out with the small lock moving along his chest as he ran to catch up with his twin and her friends.

Wednesday liked Sam. He wasn’t Addams weird, but he didn’t treat Wednesday like a freak. He seemed to follow her logic just fine enough. She realized a little too late that it was because he wasn’t a talker; he was a listener. That’s what they had in common. When everyone spoke, Sam was the one who heard every single word. To the point that when Enid made Wednesday a snood and the black haired girl made a comment that it would be a fitting piece of clothing to wear to a funeral, Sam snorted in the corner. “A high compliment,” he remarked. And Enid rolled her eyes, thinking him sarcastic, and left. But Wednesday Rose and eyebrow, stunned at this man as he looked at her knowingly.

“How did you know I like funerals?”

That question seemed to amuse him. “If you liked anything, it would be the things that other people hated. Dead or vicious plants instead of roses or daffodils. Black before any other color. Comments that were insults, are compliments. You like the quiet and the dark. The stormy, cold weather, and the loneliness that comes with silence - both that would drive a normal person crazy if they indulged in it for too long. But not you, hm?”

Wednesday thought him a genius. Not just because he had perfect grades, but because he saw and understood so much more than others did. And he wasn’t just like this with her either. He had a perceptiveness for every student.

So when Wednesday got looped in some kind of murder mystery, of course she included her clever friend.

He was in a lot of ways, the Sherlock to her Watson. Or... perhaps the other way around. They both had an unapproachable way of being, it was hard to tell which was who.

“You’re definitely Sherlock,” Sam told her one day when she jokingly referred to him as the detective. She rose a questioning eyebrow but he was already answering her unspoken question without needing to be prompted. “You’re the logical one. The one who’s willing to do whatever it takes to get the facts. The one who walks into a room, and only stays if there is something interesting. I’m the people person. You get facts, I get living beings. They make sense to me. And... perhaps that wasn’t Watson’s exact thing?” He shrugged. “I’ll learn how to be a doctor for you.”

Wednesday smiled.

She decided he was officially her best friend.

The thing that really sold it was that while Enid and Eugene were great, they both were easily scared and put off. Wednesday often had to forcibly drag them into trouble... and that wasn’t fair. Sam went willingly. Eagerly, even. So although Wednesday still had lots of fun in the Hummers with Eugene, she also had taken the initiative to drag Sam after her into the club as well. And though she ended up being at Enid’s side during the Poe Cup, her eyes sought Sam’s in the crowd when everyone cheered her on and she felt lost in people who would have otherwise hated her in any other situation. Who did hate her.

He was there every time she went to fine more answers. Every break in, whether to a mortuary (where Sam had to hide under the office desk with bated breath, sneaking out a window and hoping the best for Wednesday when the mortician and the sheriff went into the morgue, where his best friend had gone to look at the bodies) or a secret library (getting kidnapped wasn’t that bad, but she did get a little more aggressive than she probably should have when she looked around and realized she could not see where Sam was... it turns out that he was just behind all the other students, bling folded and gagged, but still) or even Xavier Thorpe’s personal art studio, he was there for all of it.

In the shed, Sam and Wednesday looked around with wide eyes at the paintings of the beast that they had seen in the woods. Wednesday had now seen it twice, Sam only once, but it was burned into both of their minds. Wednesday looked at Sam. “You’ve been here for a few years longer than me. You know Xavier, right?”

Sam shrugged. “Yeah. We were friends once.” He always did that when Wednesday asked about something personal. Brushed it off, or minimized what had actually happened. He did it the most with Xavier... and Tyler Galpin, of all people. Wednesday didn’t know what was going on with the three boys, but she couldn’t be nice about it this time. She needed Sam’s insight.

“Do you think he’s the beast?”

Sam didn’t react shocked, or even offended, as so many people did when you accused people they knew of being horrible, evil things. He thought about it logically. “The art is weird,” he admitted. “But I know what Xavier’s ability is. He’s an animator. He can make pictures move, or even bring them to life outside of the page. He can’t turn into a beast. And if he did... I mean, what kind of creature would need such a set of skills?”

Wednesday hadn’t thought of that. Evolution created creatures, even supernatural ones. The parts of your genetics that were different in order to make room for abilities, they all connected. They made sense. Most people had mental abilities or physical abilities. It was such a weird match to be able to play with pictures, and then also turn into a horrible monster when the moon was out.

Wednesday sighed. “So probably not Xavier?”

“Probably not,” Sam agreed. She appreciated that he didn’t shut her down totally, or get angry or even emotional, or call her crazy. He was being completely fair to her accusations. It was one of the reasons she liked him - he would consider things logically, even if he didn’t like the implications of the thing he had to consider.

“Well then.” She lowered her bag to let Thing back inside, then pulled it onto her back again. “That’s all that we’re going to find here. Let’s-“

Sam put a single finger to his lips and Wednesday went silent immediately. Sam’s head tilted, his blonde hair glinting in the artificial light as he closed his eyes, listening intently to whatever he was hearing outside. That was another perk to having a werewolf as your partner in crime: super senses.

“Someone outside,” he whispered very quietly. His eyes opened and then his lips pressed together in an unreadable expression. “It’s Xavier.”

Wednesday asked, “Do we have time to get out of the shed without him seeing us?” Sam shook his head no. Wednesday looked for a place to hide, but immediately realized that was also a bad idea. She looked at the blonde. “What’s the plan, Watson?” He was the people expert after all.

Dutifully, Sam met her eyes and she could see the cogs of his thought process clicking in place. “Wait here.” And that insane man simply walked outside the shed. Wednesday watched with parted lips, surprised at him. She stayed absolutely silent though... partly to keep hidden, and partly so she could hear what was about to happen.

Sam closed the shed, and began to walk away from it. A heart beat’s later, he heard, “Sam?”

The blonde turned to the other person there, and felt himself naturally grow awkward and stiff. Yes, this was good. “Xavier,” he greeted shortly. He swallowed. “I knocked but, you didn’t answer.”

“Yeah,” Xavier nodded. “Probably because I wasn’t inside.”

“As I can see.” Sam’s hands intertwined behind his back. His knuckles went white as he gripped his wrists, trying to brace himself for what he was about to do. “Well. Hi.”

Xavier huffed in amusement. “Hi.” A pause. “Is there... a reason you’re here?”

And here is where Sam ended. He came to terms with the fact that this conversation would kill him. “I haven’t been here in a while. Sorry to just show up. I just, I had to ask-“ he cut off, his voice shaking. Xavier Rose an eyebrow. So did Wednesday, inside the shed. Sam had been here before? Interesting. “The R-“ Nope, that word stuck in his throat too. He cleared it, suddenly unable to look away from Xavier. He was frozen solid. “I thought I might be allowed to bother you, as- well, you see- I know that soon, we have a certain... event, coming up,” Sam choppily managed. Xavier’s eyes widened in surprise as he understood.

“The Rav’n?”

Wednesday covered her mouth inside the shed. Holy shit.

Sam swallowed again. “Look, I-“ He cleared his throat again. “I know we haven’t been friends in a long time, and we were never really together or anything. But I don’t have a date, and J thought, for old time’s sake, we could maybe go together. Since this is the first time you won’t have a date either.”

Xavier slowly smiled, small and unsure, but there. “As friends?”

Sam’s claws grew just a little, digging into his skin. “If you want.”

Xavier didn’t answer at first. Then he started to walk toward Sam, his smiling fading to something more personal. More tender. When they were just about chest to chest, Xavier slowly rose a hand to touch Sam’s cheek. Sam gasped and Xavier seemed to revel in it. “I didn’t think... you’d ever react to me like that again.” Sam’s eyes fluttered and Xavier’s hand shot away. He softly chuckled under his breath. “And to think last time, you were so-“

“Xavier,” Sam whispered, eyes closed. “I’m trying to be friends with you again. What we had before - it’s off limits.” He opened his eyes, looking up at the giant of a boy. “I don’t want that again. I’m trying to resurrect our friendship again. Our friendship only.”

Xavier went quiet for a second. His smile was gone. “Yeah. Sure, that would be- you and me. At the Rav’n.”

A very old part of Sam screamed with joy, too weak and small to actually effect enough of Sam to garner a reaction of any kind. He just nodded. “I’ll see you there then.” And then he turned and began to walk away.

Xavier, ever so predictable, followed. “Sam, wait!” Sam may have had shorter legs, but he took faster steps, and he found himself much more familiar with the woods than even Xavier was. So he stayed ahead just fine. Not too far to discourage Xavier from following, but enough that when Wednesday slipped out of the shed, Xavier was too busy to notice.

Distracted by his friend’s escape, Sam misjudged how far ahead he was and was surprisingly pulled to a stop by a firm grip on his wrist. He spun around to face a frantic Xavier. For a horrible second, he thought he was about to be kissed. A kiss would have ruined everything. He would have broken, right then and there, and all the last months of what he had worked so hard to build would have immediately broken down. They’d have been right back to where they were before, and Sam would have been miserable but too wrapped up to try and escape a second time.

What he got instead was a hug. He had a different surrender with this act of affection. Not something passionate and painful, though it did have a twist in his gut that stung. No, this was a slower thing. Warmer. An easy melt into the taller boy’s arms. Sam’s eyes closed and despite his hesitation, he hugged back, burying his face in Xavier’s neck.

“I missed you,” Xavier whispered.

Sam tried not to say it, but... there really wasn’t any point now. So he did the first honest thing he had in months. “I missed you too.”

When they parted, Sam didn’t make eye contact. He just turned and her lined it for the school. This time, Xavier let him go. Sam was relieved - he didn’t want anyone to see the stupid tears that rolled down his cheeks, making darker marks on his grey sweater.

-

He had more than pulled himself together by the time he reached Wednesday’s room. Their rendezvous. Sam didn’t cry much, just a tear or two, and especially when he had already shed too many tears over the stupid artist that had so infuriatingly much control over the blonde boy.

Wednesday turned when she heard her door open. She knew it wasn’t Enid - they had coordinated today to Enid’s schedule so she’d be busy when they needed to meet for scheming, and a little after if they needed to discuss it. Sam wasn’t supposed to be in here, being a boy, but he had perfected sneaking in at this point.

Wednesday crossed her arms over her chest. Sam sighed, already knowing what she was silently demanding. “I told you we used to be friends.”

She scoffed. “I beg to differ.”

Sam sighed, plopping onto the ground. “I... don’t know what else to tell you Wednesday. We were just friends.”

Her eyes narrowed. “With benefits?”

He barked a laugh, bitter and short. “No. The most we ever did was kiss, and it was only a few times. It was-“ he cut off, looking away. His face twisted. She let him have his moment, but he knew she needed to know the facts. She needed to know how much he was involved in her prime suspect. If his dismissal earlier had been genuine or defensive. “Xavier and I used to be best friends. And then... I don’t know, he dated someone who hurt him.”

“Bianca?” Wednesday asked, doubtful.

Sam looked at her again. “Tyler Galpin.”

Oh.

Wednesday was silent for a long time, mulling over that. “And then he messed up Xavier’s mural?”

Sam nodded. “I came to Nevermore my first year with Enid. We were here with Xavier, who I hit it off with pretty quickly. Last year, my friendship with Xavier became... strained. He dated this guy I hadn’t even registered on my radar. A normie, of all people, was more of a lure to him than I was. Tyler was better than me somehow. And it got messy, because this will-they-won’t-they we had going on for so long just screeched to a halt very suddenly.” He chuckled fondly. “Enid hated Xavier for so long.” He shook his head, slowly turning sad again. “We started a new school year, and Xavier was excited because we had our first normie teacher too. And I liked her, we all do. She’s amazing. So I started to be more open minded about Tyler. And then...” he shrugged. “Tyler started to act weird. He grew distant and agitated and started to hang out with different friends than he used to at his school. And suddenly, he got into a lot more arguments with Xavier. And then the mural happened and they haven’t really talked since.”

Wednesday mulled over that. “Where did Biance come in?”

Sam nodded. That was a fair follow up question. “He turned inward when he and Tyler broke it off. And he and I... we were awkward. Apparently he knew Bianca through his dad even before they got here, so they started to talk more. Someone he didn’t have all this complicated history with. Well, when they started dating at the beginning of the year, I took my distance from him. I couldn’t deal with being in love with someone who was willing to date normies and strangers and everyone else other than me.” He shrugged. “So I lied to him, and I told him that I didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. And they broke up eventually, but we never started talking again. I never really gave him a reason to cut it off. I guess he assumes it was because of her. And it kind of is, but mostly... we were already falling apart. And I didn’t want to watch him get hurt again. I couldn’t keep wanting him, wanting us, when he didn’t. Bianca was just the last straw. The final proof I needed that he didn’t want me.” He scoffed at himself. “I’m such a petty asshole. Why can’t I just be happy that he’s happy like a normal pining best friend?”

“Movies aren’t real,” Wednesday answered immediately. Sam looked at her, genuinely touched at her response. It had been exactly what he’d wanted to hear. “And frankly, not setting boundaries or putting your own needs first is super toxic. You taking space is the mature thing to do. And I- I’m sorry you broke that for me. And thank you too.”

Sam smiled. “For you Wednesday, anything.” He stood up, moving to her bed where she sat. He leaned against the bed itself instead of her, but the proximity was affection alone for Wednesday, who hated being touched and who equally liked her space. “This means you have to go with me though. To the Rav’n. Get a date.”

Wednesday gave him a withering glare, setting Sam into belly shaking laughter. Unfortunately, she could not longer be mad at him like this.

But she could pretend to be. So she shoved him and he went rolling, falling into a giggly mess. And while he wasn’t looking she managed a small smile. She was glad he could enjoy himself after recounting memories that obviously hurt him. He was a lot... lighter, since she had come into his life. She’d never had that effect on anyone before.

They really were best friends.

-

Sam stayed outside the police department when Wednesday went inside to try and align herself with the sheriff. He should have known better. With his luck, it only made sense that he’d run into Tyler Galpin out here, by himself.

Now, Sam and Tyler didn’t really have all that much going on personally. They’d always been too awkward around each other to say or do anything. First because Tyler had called day one that Sam was in love with Xavier, and then because Tyler had ruined Xavier’s mural, and they hadn’t really seen each other after that. Not until Wednesday had come to Nevermore, and started to hang out with Tyler, forcing him and Sam to be in the same vicinity way too many times for either of their comfort.

Through her they had at least held one normal conversation, but the awkwardness had only lessened slightly. “Hey,” Tyler greeted.

“Hey,” Sam returned.

They were quiet for a moment. “You get in trouble on your own this time?”

Sam shook his head, but a small smile did make the corners of his mouth twitch a little bit. This Tyler was different than they one that had dated Xavier, but... for once, there were peeks of who he used to be then. He had always been funny and welcoming and friendly. A little out of place, but nice if nothing else. This Tyler was... nice, too, but also a little sad. His smiles were smaller and his confusion and irritation was a lot more common. He had found Wednesday to be intriguing day one, but didn’t joke around or flirt or play like he had once. He was a lot more low energy these days and Sam couldn’t figure out if he had a crush on the Addams girl or just a strange fascination. Sam had to admit he had grown a little fond of him though, either way. At that peak of the old Tyler, the one that Sam had managed to have a slight friendship with despite.... everything else.

“Not this time,” Sam answered. “Wednesday’s here to speak to the chief. She’s making headway on this case of ours, but we can’t totally do it by ourselves.”

Tyler made a strange expression. One that was a bit pained - almost like a wince, but with a smile too full of amusement for that. “Good luck with that. He isn’t really a team player. Especially if he doesn’t have to.”

Sam nodded. “That’s what I said. But you know Wednesday, she won’t listen to me.”

“That tracks.” Tyler slid his hands into his pants pockets. As if to start small talk, he asked, “You have a date the Rav’n?”

Sam had always answered no. Now he felt awkward, especially having to tell Tyler of all people. “Yes, actually, I do.” Tyler’s eyebrow rose and now Sam knew he couldn’t get out of this one. “With Xavier.”

Tyler grew suddenly awkward. “Oh.” Sam let a sharp breath out of his nose, nodding. Tyler watched the reaction, tilting his head a bit. “Aren’t you guys...”

“Not talking?” Sam finished. “We weren’t. I sort of did it as a... in... to...” Sam sighed, rubbing his face. “I guess it was really just an act of self preservation.”

Tyler rose both eyebrows this time. “So you’re totally fine with this and not torturing yourself at all then?”

At that, Sam had to admit that maybe the normie boy knew him a little too well. Perhaps they had more history than Sam had ever allowed himself to admit.

He didn’t get a chance to answer. Wednesday came out of the station, in a horrible mood. “Tyler,” she greeted.

“Wednesday,” he greeted in the same fashion.

“Avoid your father today.” She glared, but although her eyes were on Tyler both boys knew it wasn’t a look meant for him. “He’s in a particularly frustrating form today. Avoid.”

Tyler seemed to find that a bit funny. “Welcome to my world.” There was bitterness in his words though, and Sam’s eyebrows came together. Hold on, what? What had he missed in the last while since he had dated Xander? Because sure, yeah, since Tyler’s mom died there had been a lot of tension between him and his dad, but they were all around agreed to at least a truce. Now his passive teasing and throw away comments that weren’t all that deep had weight, and the way he looked at the station had a certain darkness to it.

It made Sam think of how different Tyler had really been since the mural incident. He wondered if maybe something had been set off by his dad. Maybe that was why he’d lashed out? Gotten different friends?

“We were talking about Sam taking Xavier to the Rav’n,” Tyler spoke again as a way to ease the silence. Wednesday rolled her eyes and grabbed Sam’s arm, dragging him away. Even before Sam had asked Xavier, Wednesday’s attitude toward the dance had been biting. So when Tyler and Sam made eye contact as the blonde was dragged away, they couldn’t help but exchange a rather amused smile.

How very Wednesday.

-

While Wednesday moved her theory board into the Hummer base to give Enid her space away from the horrifying images, Sam took initiative. He hadn’t stopped thinking about Tyler’s biting comment against his father, and an older part of him that had once cared about the boy dating her best friend was back. Even if Tyler played such a different role in his life...

So he went back to his dorm and pulled out the box from under his bed. The box was covered in dust. He ignored the sick feeling that settled into his gut at that realization.

Inside was a diary, and a lot of pictures. Ones that used to hang up around Sam’s room. Now he looked at them. Pictures of the Nightshades, out of mask, all poses broken into blurry laughter. The top half of Sam’s forehead and one hand, in the shape of peace sign, were at the bottom of the frame. He remembered how they’d all posed so properly, wanting to put a picture up like the one with Morticia Addams, but they’d burst into laughter when Sam had suddenly shoved himself in the picture, only to fail as he was also the one taking it. The ultima the photo bomb.

Almost were with Xavier. There was one of his friends, and not him. Sam had always had a passion for photography... one that he’d lost when he’d stopped being friends with Xavier. It had been a form of bonding between them, their passions for art.

Sam pushed past that as he sought out all the ones with Tyler. He had dated them all on the back, and pinned them up in chronological order.

It was clearer than ever like this. The pictures started with the trio of boys all being rather goofy and touchy and having fun. Even though Tyler knew about Sam’s feelings, he had never been bitter or possessive. He’d only pointed it out as praise - thankful that Sam was trying to be his friend and trying to make this work despite his own feelings, for Xavier’s sake. At the beginning, they’d been awkward, but Sam supposed that really, they’d become friends too in a way.

There.

As he moved down the timeline, he was shocked to see that it really wasn’t as gradual a change as he remembered. There was no difference between the days - only between the change and after the change. The change wasn’t even on the day of the mural. It was rather suddenly, just before the beginning of the previous school year. It went from pictures of sloppy kisses and rough housing and laying all in a pile and laughing, to a very suddenly dark picture taken at night. Fairy lights were around and above them. It was obvious they were in Xavier’s shed, wrapped up in sweaters and blankets. They had a projector playing a movie that was paused. Tyler had started crying. He had curled up in Xavier’s lap, his face buried into Xavier’s stomach. At the time Sam had thought it adorable and had taken a picture. He’d seen it as a new stepping stone to their relationship. It was surface level or nervous or awkward anymore, they were allowed to be quiet and soft and a little bit intimate. In that moment, Sam had felt sickeningly jealous, and had meant to give the picture away to Xavier afterward. But then he’d thrown it in this box and forgotten about it.

The pictures after that very quickly showed differences. Tyler didn’t smile as wide, and he seemed much more tired. Slowly his old normie friends faded out, replaced at first one at a time, and then very suddenly all at once by the outcast-hating friends he’d started to have. Within a week they were all replaced, and only ever showed up in pictures that Xavier and Sam weren’t in. Sam watched in horror as Tyler got further and further away from his boyfriend, the distance between them literally getting wider as people started to be suddenly inserted between them or Tyler lounged further away or preferred to watch Xavier paint from a distance than up close and cuddled like he had before.

How had Sam not seen it before?

All the new friends were popular kids in Tyler’s other school. One was the mayor’s son. Kids that Tyler’s father had always encouraged to be friends with Tyler instead of Xavier and Sam. Because they all hated outcasts just as much as the sheriff did.

For a horrible moment, Sam held into doubt. Held onto the idea that a father would never... but, then, that was wrong. Fathers hurt their sons all the time.

What if they hadn’t just grown distant? What if they weren’t just separated by how they grieved over Tyler’s mother? What if the sheriff wasn’t really content on letting his son date an outcast?

Sam’s face set in a dark expression. He better be wrong. Because if he wasn’t, he was about to destroy Donovan Galpin.

Even if it was the last thing he ever did.

[slashingdisneypasta]

How would your horror/slasher faves take care of you when you're sick? 🥺 (I know you've done a cheering up hcs before but maybe this is a lil different ^^)

Get well soon!! Take care of yourself <333

THIS IS SO SWEET! Thank you! ^^ <3<3<3 I hope you're doing better too with your life stuff or at least you will be very soon ^^

I took this opportunity to be super super self indulgent! XD 😅

Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons +Imagines at the Bottom

Topic: Taking care of you when you're sick ^^

Includes (For HC's): Jim Bickerman and Otis B. Driftwood. Included (For Imagines): Bo Sinclair, Chucky Lee Ray, Drayton Sawyer, Freddy Krueger and Jeffrey Hawk/The Clown. (They aren't in this order, sorry 😅)

Warnings: Otis fucking Driftwood (Meaning nasty smut hc's and a liiitle dub con)

Jim Bickerman:

If you get really clingy when you're sick like me (Opposite to me when I'm healthy 😅😅) he is absolutely on board with that XD Honestly he loves having you sticking close to him, going to him for warmth, laughing a little too easy at dumb jokes, listening intently to whatever he's saying... he eats it up. You're like an adorable little puppy dog, hangin' onto him. He'll almost be disappointed when you get better and don't act like that anymore 😅😅😅

"... Do you need help gettin' changed? I'm happy to help y'out pumpkin, really! Ul-ulterior motive?? No... "

Usually he's a frozen meal kinda man; he's probably got a freezer just packed full of pizza's and little microwave meals, and the most gourmet thing he 'cooks' regularly is campfire sausages in the backyard- but he knows how to make chicken soup and mash some potato's and that's his first duty when you wake up sick as a dog.

You get to wear one of his flannels when you're sick (:(:(: Its big and thick and probably smells like spilled alcohol.

He's probably gonna get himself sick too because he can not stay away from you. He'll be sat next to you most of the time- watching tv with you and entertaining you, eating soup with you, having tea with you, napping with you- basically, this is not your sickness. This is both of y'alls sickness 😅😅😅

"Here, this'll help. Promise ya."

"... That is a bottle of bourbon."

"Exactly." *Shakes it in your face*

Otis B Driftwood (NSFW mostly)

You think a little bit of snot is gonna deter this freak man??? Uh, no. He's still going to try and fuck you if he can swing it. You look so fucking cute with your sore, sore red nose from wiping so much, the bags under your eyes are sexy as hell to him, and you're moving so damn slowly... you think he isn't gonna take that as an opportunity?

So yeah... he is actually quite into you when you're sick. And he'll probably exhaust you to the point that you'll be sleeping a lot and get through this much faster then usual!

He will kiss you, full on the mouth with a foul amount of tongue (Lets see if we can soothe your throat, baby), so I hope his immune system is good.

He is happy to just warm his cock in you while you sleep, or lay there and babble because you're half really unwell and halfway to an orgasm at the same time. You're just so fucking cute.

He is also happy to eat you out/blow you and overstimulate you for hours. What?? This way he wont get sick himself! Isn't that better, you gross, diseased little slut?

Otis also doesn't shy away from mess (Obviously), so if you have tissues everywhere he's not gonna look at you sideways or anything ^^ Which is such a load off my mind, at least! ^^

He's not gonna make you something good to eat, but he's not a total animal- especially when he gets older. He will make you a cup of tea, and you better like it XD

You need a ride to the bathroom? Otis will haul you on his shoulder the whole way and set you down right on the toilet seat 😅 You need someone to hold you up in the shower? Otis is on it- he needs a shower anyway.

+ Imagines

Another one who does not give a damn how 'gross' you might be when you're sick is Jeffrey/the clown. He'll have you set on his big lap snoozing against his shoulder or sniffling and coughing into tissues while he messes around with different potions in his trailer, just keeping you warm and comfortable there. He says if you can put up with him coughing and hacking all over ya all the time he can damn sure handle you're adorable fucken self whimpering into his shoulder all day.

If you tend to have bad dreams when you're unwell due to your fever like I do: Imagine frowning in your sleep, pressing your lips together in a tight line as the scenes in your head just replay or get worse the harder you try to get rid of them or distract yourself. But there's immediate relief as soon as Freddy enters your dream. Just his presence is comforting to you ^^

Imagine convincing Drayton to come to bed with you instead of back to work. It takes some convincing, but its no secret he likes you more then anyone else in the world- literally- and he gives in after a while. He gets back in, fully clothed, and delicately but purposefully gets in close so you can cuddle up to him, sayin 'just for a couple minutes okay??' very sternly, before he falls asleep to you stroking his surprisingly soft hair.

Imagine sitting on a bench in Bo's shop while he works, slowly just making your way through a roll of toilet paper there because you just couldn't bear to be away from him- even if he was paying little attention to you. Imagine him, though, taking a break eventually and standing between your legs, his hands warm on your thighs, to ask you how yer goin, doll?

Chucky's conscious of your illness and does not want to get it, but he'll sit out on the ground on the other side of your bedroom door and talk to you through it. Ask you if you're alive still, talk about whatever goes through his head just to hear you hum in acknowledgement, play 20 questions while he fiddles with a lighter... that kind of thing. And he'll also cook you some soup later (He's just an asshole- not an incompetent asshole).

[oceanblueeyesoul]

hi! i saw you are doing ship matches and was wondering if you could do one for me from wednesday?

physical appearance: 5’2”; curvy hourglass figure; fair skin; shoulder length, wavy, light brown hair; blue-gray eyes; she/they pronouns and i often switch between them (i think i’m gender-fluid but i’m still questioning); my aesthetic is kinda a mix between coquette, grunge, and dark academia.

personality: i love drawing, painting, singing, reading, and writing. i’m a very artsy person and i’ve been told i give off a very queer vibe lmao. my fav music genre is alt and i love lana del rey, taylor swift, and harry styles. my fav book genres are fantasy and romance. my personality type is INFP-T and i’m a slytherin and a libra.

sexuality: pansexual 💖💛💙

thank you so so so much!!!

Hi there, sweetie! I really hope you like this a lot!

Wednesday (Netflix) Matchup

Your Wednesday (Netflix) soulmate is...

ENID SINCLAIR!

The two of you would be dancing and singing along to Lana Del Ray, Taylor Swift and Harry Styles songs together in your dorm rooms and having fun together.

The two of you would definitely be reading romance and fantasy books together and plus, the two of you would love to imagine the lovers as the two of you in the story.

The two of you would try painting something together because you would try to draw Enid as a birthday gift to her a lot and she would definitely trying new color combinations for her next highlights colors on her hair.

[lastchancevillagegreen]

Top Ten Favorite Reads of 2022:

I read 62 novels this year, a number that is way down from previous years. This number is way down from other years, so I hope to do more reading in 2023.  As far as choosing my favorite read this year, like previous years, I have chosen two novels (and I’m counting them as one).  

The Gospel Singer Harry Crews (1968)

A Childhood: The Biography of A Place Harry Crews (1978)

The Gospel Singer is a dark and often hilarious take on the curse of one’s hometown, religion, worship and false gods, not to mention the subtext that most of humanity is nothing but serious freaks who would destroy just about anything given half a chance.  While A Childhood: The Biography of A Place is a unique take on the autobiography.  It documents Crews’ first six years of life as well as the story of his hometown Bacon County, Georgia.  Yes, he relies on his family to fill in holes in his memory but the stories are amazing and sometimes shocking.  Now that polio is back in the news, you will not forget Crews’ contracting the disease and no one in his family knowing what was wrong with him (he scooted the ground like a rock crab to get around for many months and then was bedridden for a year). Like The Gospel Singer, this is a dark tale and a very funny tale about the miseries of life in a poor rural Georgia town.  

The rest of the novels I read were equally memorable and I look forward to reading as much of these authors as I can track down. 

The Ladies’ Paradise Émile Zola (1883)

The Dream Émile Zola (1888)

The Conquest of The Plassans Émile Zola (1874)

There is little doubt up to this point in the Rougon-Macquart 20 novel series that The Ladies’ Paradise is far and away Zola’s best book.  It follows Octave Mouret and his grandiose dreams to run the largest department store in the world.  Based on real facts (the store Zola blisters is the Bon Marché which is still alive and well in Paris) the book documents some of the small shopkeepers that Octave puts out of business and Zola loves dark and depressing situations.  Even when he is writing about opulence it always takes a dark turn.  In The Dream, a novel unlike any Zola novel I’ve read thus far, Angélique dreams of marrying a prince but she is an orphan who is adopted by a childless pair of seamstresses.  The young girl becomes a master embroiderer and her accomplishments become renown in her area as she brings in jobs that are delicate yet influential which leads to many new business contacts.  Will a prince be among her customers or is it only crotchety, selfish priests demanding the impossible who make use of her services?  In The Conquest of The Plassans we follow François and Marthé Mouret (Octave is their son) a married couple with different ideas for the future.  All hell breaks loose when Marthé rents out the upper floor to a priest and his secretary who happens to be his mother.  François despises religion (a trait many characters in Zola have) and he plots to bring misery down on the priest.  Yes, I count all three of these as one book in this Top Ten count!

Harlem Shuffle Colson Whitehead (2021)

Ray Carney is a furniture store salesman in Harlem in the early 1960s and he might get into some dubious arrangements as he works overtime to tend to the needs of his family.  His father was a conman and his wife’s family doesn’t think much of Ray no matter how well he provides and no matter how well off he becomes.  I thought Whitehead only wrote serious historical novels having only read The Underground Railroad and The Nickle Boys, but this novel was such a joyous read (and it is filled with plenty of dark moments) that when I finished I wished I could read more of Ray Carney’s exploits.  Turns out, there are to be two more Ray Carney novels and this is the first book in a trilogy (the new book, Crook Manifesto, comes out in Summer 2023). 

It Can’t Happen Here Sinclair Lewis (1935)

Imagine a presidential candidate who promises to outlaw Congress and give every citizen $5000 dollars (everyone save black people who will only get $2000) and who then abolishes newspapers, starts a military program called the Minute Men in which everyone is expected to serve and rat out their fellow man?  Berzelius “Buzz” Windrop becomes President for Life and begins rounding up all Jews, liberals and anyone else who speaks out against him and placing them in concentration camps throughout America.  Doremus Jessup, a newspaper man sees it as his job to bring down President Buzz, but Sinclair Lewis is a savage writer with no problem dealing underhanded.  Things only get worse.  

Bambi: or, Life In The Forest Felix Salten (1922)

Yes, this is the novel Disney poached for his feature film about the deer. This book so captivated me that when my workout ended at the gym I was startled to discover I wasn’t in the forest with Bambi and his mother.  Completely engrossing and the secondary story about the weak little deer Gobo is equally captivating even if we all know how things must turn out for poor Gobo.  

The Day of The Triffids John Wyndham (1951)

My father had this book on his shelves way back when I was a wee lad and I always thought it sounded so corny: plants that walk and kill humans!  But what happens when all of the world goes blind, how easy is it to escape these odd plants?  Then I saw the 1963 film directed by Steve Sekely which was only worse and didn’t endear me to ever considering reading this sci-fi classic.  So when Modern Library released four of Wyndham’s novels this summer with very appealing covers (and with the intent of doing four more this coming summer) I decided to give the novel a chance.  Wow!  A true apocalyptic novel and the most startling thing is the triffids, those killer walking plants have nothing to do with the comet that blinds everyone.  This book is stunning and I could almost believe it is far better than another great apocalyptic sci-fi I Am Legend.  I wasn’t prepared for this novel and it only made it that much more intense.  I will be reading more John Wyndham in 2023.

Doctor Glas Hjalmar Söderberg (1905)

An epistolary novel told via the good doctor’s diary, we watch as the fine and upstanding citizen that is Dr Glas slowly descends into madness as he decides to murder the husband of a woman he has fallen in love with.  Absolutely haunting.  (Equally good is Mai Zetterling’s film of the same name.)

Commonwealth Ann Patchett (2016)

The author wrote this in homage to Richard Hughes’ High Wind In Jamaica and her novel surrounds a group of children from two separate marriages converging into one.  Patchett has a talent for merging timelines in the course of a conversation that make this story flow and allows the reader to understand the time span it does embrace as we follow some of these children from birth to death.  

Crossroads Jonathan Franzen (2021)

I’ve never read anything by Franzen so why not start at the beginning of a proposed trilogy that follows a man of the cloth and his troubled marriage?  It is an epic and there are plenty of characters who will only frustrate you with the poor decisions they make.  It takes place in Illinois making pit stops in my hometown and surrounding cities which only makes it feel that much more authentic. I’m game for book two if it happens and I also plan on working backwards through his bibliography.

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue VE Schwab (2020)

If you would have told me I would join a book club this year and that it would encompass novels I would never consider reading I’d ask how long will I last in such a book club?  The first novel assigned was this book which is about a young woman who hates her life and wishes never to be anyone’s wife.  She makes a deal with a devilish man named Lucien who may or may not be the Devil.  Spanning centuries (it begins in 1740 and ends in 2020) this book proved to be a great surprise.  Addie LaRue is one of the great characters of modern novels and I’m almost certain should there ever a follow up, I’d be interested in learning where Addie is at.

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Meeting and Dating Ray Sinclair

(My borderline alright gif)(Welcome to my first underrated movie headcanons post! This is from the movie Something Wild (1986))

(If you’re going to learn anything about me from this blog then you’ll learn that I’m a big fan of criminals.)

- You and Ray first met while you were dating a friend of his. He’d just gotten out of a stint in prison when you and your boyfriend had happened across him on the street. The two men greeted each other warmly as you stood off to the side, wondering who the hell this guy was.

- Finally, your boyfriend turned and introduced the two of you, letting Ray get his first good look at you. That was all it took for him to decide he wanted you and let’s just say that when Ray wants something...he gets it.

- He doesn’t immediately try to put the moves on you. If there’s anything Ray is its conniving and cunning; he’s willing to wait to make sure he gets things right. He studies your relationship, taking note of its weak points; all the touchy subjects and things that make you incompatible.

- At the same time he gets closer to you, showing you a good time and getting you addicted to the rush of adrenaline and the thrill that comes with being around him.

- Isn’t it sad that a man you barely know brings more excitement to your life than your own boyfriend. But that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? That’s exactly what he wants you to think but it isn’t like he’s putting up a facade. He’s showing you exactly what it’s like to be with him, he just knows that the lifestyle will be too alluring for you to resist.

- Ray isn’t a great person, he knows that, everyone knows that. He’s a conman, a criminal, a bastard, the list can go on. Him being vindictive and two faced with your ex boyfriend is just the tip of the iceberg but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t actually care about you. He loves you that’s for sure, enough to plot an entire scheme to get you for himself.

- Honestly, all your relationship needed to fall apart was a little push and he was happy to provide it. A little instigation on his part and the two of you were exchanging screaming insults.

- It was only a matter of time before you two officially split up and let’s just say it wasn’t on good terms. Ray was the one who swooped in and comforted you, calling your ex an ass and offering to get your stuff from his apartment.

- To be fair you weren’t all that upset, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how much he was dragging you down. You were finally free to do whatever you wanted and so...Ray asked you to run off with him.

- You’d been happily prancing around your room when he first asked, too caught up in your own excitement to hear him correctly so you had to ask him to repeat himself.

- When you finally heard the question you were shocked, the smile faded from your face a bit as you processed what he was actually asking you. Sure you’d wanted to leave your town for a while, see the world a little and live your life but could you really do it, and with Ray for that matter? Sure he was attractive and you liked him a lot but this was a huge step. You couldn’t exactly go back once you’d started.

- It took you a minute to come to your decision. You were free... and you were gonna stay free. You packed up your things, kissed your life goodbye and hopped in the car with him, never looking back.

- Whatever you want to do the two of you will do. Is it considered a date if you’re just living out your lives together?

- You rarely leave each other’s sides and you rarely want to. You’re as comfortable as can be with each other.

- Lots of pda, homeboy would legitimately fuck you in public if you let him.

- His go-to pet name is baby and he calls you it often.

- Ray can be a real sweetheart when he wants to be and he saves all his sweetheart points for you. You’re the only person he’s ever nice to without there being an ulterior motive behind it.

- He honestly thinks you’re the most amazing girl he’s ever met. You’re beautiful, smart, sweet, talented; the list could go on and he’d happily read it out to you if you cant see what he does.

- He loves having you model clothes for him. He’d steal you expensive outfits just so he could watch you try them on and tear them off you afterwards.

- Acting gentlemanly has never been like a conscious decision of his, he just opens doors for you (etc) because that’s what you’re “supposed to do”.

- You do a lot of moving around so get used to being in cars and packing up your stuff constantly.

- Sleeping in the passenger seat of his car while he drives to your next destination. When you’re awake, he likes to keep one hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel.

- Ray has no shame and that’s a fact. He isn’t afraid to make a fool of himself for you.

- He always checks on you when he thinks something may be wrong. He may overreact a little in certain situations but it’s all coming a good place.

- You catch him staring a lot, sometimes it’s innocent other times it feels like he wants to eat you alive.

- He’s really protective of you, that’s part of the reason why he watches you so much. He doesn’t like having you out of his sight just in case something happens to you or you need him.

- He finds nearly everything you do amusing. You could be killing someone and he’d find a way to make a teasing comment about it.

- He takes pride in seeing you become more like him. Whenever you do something wild he can’t help but smile.

- He’s probably taught you how to use a gun. You spend some weekends sitting in an isolated area with him, shooting cans off of broken fences and bins.

- Learning how to patch him up and reset his broken noses. Get used to blood, that’s all I’m saying.

-Sometimes he genuinely amazes you with how tough he is. You don’t think you’ve ever met anyone in your life that can handle a broken nose like it’s just an inconvenience.

- He likes going through your things so I don’t suggest owning things you wouldn’t want him finding. He does it out of curiosity and boredom rather than suspicion so don’t read into it too much.

- He’s very...convincing. It’s hard to resist him when he asks you to do something or asks to do something to you.

- Play wrestling and just being overall kinda rough with each other.

- He’s one hell of a kisser. He takes your breath away on a daily basis.

- He likes to people watch and make fun of everyone with you.

- He has a thing for your shoulders. He just always seems to be touching them in some way whether it be laying his head on one or wrapping his arm around both of them.

- Late night trips around town. You have a lot of fond memories under the stars.

- Even if he thinks something is silly he can’t help but do it for you just to see you smile.

- Keeping a list of all the motels and hotels that you’ve visited...It’s a long list.

- He likes being able to carry you into your motel room/bedroom after you’ve fallen asleep in his car or on the couch. There’s just something about it that’s so precious to him.

- Sleeping in his shirts with your head resting on his arm and his body pressed against your back.

- Probably has your name tattooed somewhere on him. He also may or may not have gotten it done while in prison.

- Be prepared for a lot of surprises, he likes seeing the look on your face when he catches you completely off guard.

- Likes when you play with his hair. You can always calm him down with it, it’s your own little secret weapon against him.

- Fights are screaming matches but he never lets either one of you walk away. You’re going to fight until things get fixed and that’s just how it’s going to be even if he has to stand by and watch you cool off for an hour. The both of you can go to bed angry with each other but you’re still sleeping side by side and that’s final.

- He hates upsetting you; he always apologizes and knows exactly what to do to make things better though.

- To a certain degree he knows almost exactly what you need and want. Sometimes it’s annoying how right he is about you but other times it’s helpful. You find solace in the fact that there’s certain things about you that he’s just dead wrong about or that he doesn’t know about at all.

- Occasionally, he gets kind of insecure about your relationship because he isn’t sure if he can provide you with the future that you really want. Sure, his adrenaline junky, carefree ways are fun now but how long are you going to think so?

- He has high hopes for you even though you’ve chosen to spend your days with a dirtbag like him.

- He’s often quick to jealousy but he hides it well...to people other than you at least. You know the way he is so you can always spot the little quirks and cues that tell you he’s getting ticked off. That and the fact that he’ll grill you on who “that guy was” after you’ve walked away from them.

- Sometimes he’s ready to start a full on fist fight after hearing someone use a pickup line on you. Other times he likes to stand around and listen to guys talk about or attempt to flirt with you just to see how quickly their faces fall once they realize you’re together. Occasionally he’ll do both of those things just for the additional ego boost.

- He’s willing to fight for a woman like you.

- He likes telling you about his different robberies and schemes. Whenever he commits some kind of crime he just has to brag to you or mock the people he just messed with.

- You’re probably going to have to visit him in prison at least once, just saying. But hey, if you’re with him you already know what you signed up for

- He’s never afraid to admit how much he missed you.

- Even if you broke up with him (probably because of him being in prison, let’s be honest) he’d still be caught up on you and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from trying to get you back by any means necessary.

- He absolutely melts on the inside whenever you tell him you love him, especially if it’s after a fight or when you’re getting back together after a long time apart.

- Ray is a charmer so it wouldn’t be hard for him to get your parents to like him, it’s probably best that you leave out the fact that he’s been to prison though.

- You probably have a Vegas wedding on a whim one night pretty early into your relationship because that’s just how your relationship is. Funnily enough, you don’t regret it one bit.