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peacheeeliz · 3 months ago

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COMMUNITY

SYNOPSIS ⤏ mark, desperate to talk to the cute girl in his japanese class, forms a study group. who knew that other struggling college students might want to join a study group?

PARING ⤏ nonidol!mark x nonidol!fem reader

GENRE ⤏ smau, written, rom-com, fluff, college au, slowburn, mark is so down bad, but so is y/n eventually

FEATURING ⤏ mark, donghyuck, jaehyun, jungwoo, and johnny from nct 127, julie from kiof, kim jiwoong from zb1, minnie from idle, and allen from cravity (+ mentions of a TON of other idols)

FACECLAIM ⤏ faceclaim for y/n purely for picture purposes!! (@ 0ki0h on ig)

WARNINGS ⤏ swearing, sexual and kys/kms jokes, pls ignore timestamps 💔, mentions of jaehyun being a stoner, a bit of bullying, more to come

STARTED ⤏ 9/21/2024

STATUS ⤏ complete ♡

NOTE ⤏ community is literally my favorite sitcom, so when their tiktoks started popping up on my fyp, i couldn't resist making a smau inspired by it 🥴

PROFILES & CHAPTERS

STUDY GROUP | MEAN GORLS | BIBLE STUDY

prologue. try it bite it lick it spit it

episode 1. community

001. i could literally kiss u

002. i love ur brother too (469 wc)

003. they're not soundproof (1046 wc)

004. what the fuck am i chopped liver (653 wc)

episode 2. fundamentals of accounting

005. seize the day

006. DAY SEIZED (821 wc)

episode 3. psychology of personality

007. the apple of my eye

008. thanks soso much

009. alpha i need you......

episode 4. problems in history

010. WHY NTO

011. GYATT DAMN

012. u told me u kissed him

013. she's so crazzzzzzzy

episode 5. self defense & combatives

014. hyuck :((

015. old barbie movies??

016. friday. three o'clock. right here. (539 wc)

017. the what on friday?

018. beat his ass mark (1039 wc)

episode 6. heating laboratory

019. concrete jungle

020. love at frost sight

021. OHHHH WHAT THE FUCK

episode 7. survey of characteristics

022. FREAKISHLY YOUNG??

023. except ur both stupid

024. (not stupid ☝️)

episode 8. intro to media communication

025. uu feel lile home

026. i wish i waa qith u

027. why does my heart still feel heavy

episode 9. critical thinking

028. we need to talk

029. am i stupid (639 wc)

030. snap out of it

031. my favorite study buddy

episode 10. team sports

032. fuckass burger

033. i gotta piss (1107 wc)

034. zombie by the cranberries (1497 wc)

035. my jellies are tingling... (1073 wc)

036. these kids are so weird,,, (1474 wc)

episode 11. human relations

037. stupid ass friends

038. FYM SADLY??

039. i love you man (1925 wc)

040. meet me at the apateu, apateu

041. my favorite part of the year 🩷

☆©peacheeeliz, 2024

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mrsparrasblog · 7 months ago

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MASTERLIST

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Dark Kyle

Layover in London (NSFW)

Regency Gaz

Change my mind

John Price

Seducing Price (NSFW)

Advice from Price

Layover in Liverpool (NSFW)

Headcanon

Brat daughter

All too well

Pussy inspection

Bridgerton crossover

Rodolfo Parra

Sweet as cinamon

Jealous Rudy

Alejandros sister (NSFW)

John "Soap" MacTavish

Mrs. Mac Tavish (Angst)

Sauna Soap (NSFW)

Layover in Glasgow (NSFW)

Take me to church

Simon"Ghost"Riley

Jealousy Jealousy (NSFW)

Stripclub visit (NSFW)

Speak now

Layover in Manchester (NSFW)

Regency Simon

College Ghost

Traitor

Makarov

Makarov x Price daughter

Alex Keller

work is right now in process

POLY

Mai festival

Randome headcanons

Introducing Boyfriend

Birthday Girl (NSFW)

Fighting for you

Pregnant reader

POLY 141 and how it started

POLY 141 reaction of being the father

POLY 141 if they are not the father ( Angst)

POLY 141 x postpartum Depression

POLY 141 reaction to someone flirting with them

POLY 141 Reader on period

POLY 141 When you die because of them

You're losing me

Tf141 and their kinks

POLY Tf141 wedding

Barbie Drabble

COD Porn links

Other characters

Nikto ( heavy angst)

Longer fics

The selection

Traumatised reader who is a living weapon in a team with the tf141 (pairing is not confirmed at the Moment)

Mission save the human race (NSFW)

A fanfiction about being the last Woman in the Zombie Apocalypse

Highscool Au

Nightmares become true solider

Love triangle between Cap, Kyle and Reader with Ghoap Elements and Drama Drama Drama

Other fandome

Passenger

Eddie Wells x Reader

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darkbluekies · 23 days ago

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Trick or treat, end in defeat

Yandere!female!mafia OC x reader

Summary: Halloween ends in a bloody game

Warnings: yandere, jealousy, threats, knives, guns, humiliation, killing, drugs, alcohol, sexual suggestions

Word count: 2.6k

She’s dressed as a dead 1920’s flapper girl. Her shoulder length black hair have been forced into wavy swirls, her dress bloodied down. You’ve taken for granted that she didn’t buy her blood at a hobby store. She was wearing white contacts in her eyes. You have dressed as a vampire without fake teeth. Jerry said that you look stupid with them on.

“Who wants to make out with a vampire with dentures?” she mutters before grabbing the back of your neck to bring your face to her lips. “Not me.”

She devours your mouth. Kissing and sucking on everything she reaches. She has the ability to suck the air out of your lungs when kissing you, leaving you breathless and dizzy.

“If you do something stupid tonight, baby, I’m going to show you what the ‘trick’ in trick or tret is”, she whispers against your lips. “Maybe I’ll use you skin as a pumpkin? But if you’re good, I will give you a treat. And I promise you’re going to like it.”

You’re going to be her cover for a mission, a halloween party where she is going to be handed an envelope with a list of locations for weapons and money by a man you have never heard of before.

“What’s the treat?” you ask.

“Me, of course”, Jerry smiles smugly. “Aren’t I a yummy treat when I look like this?”

She spins, giving you a full view of her costume.

“It’s real blood … isn’t it?” you find yourself asking.

“Of course it is. Come now, we have to leave.”

She grabs your hand and walks out of the apartment. Her boss has sent a car for the two of you in which you jump into the backseat.

The car stops outside a club. The loud music can be heard out to the car, despite the doors being closed. Jerry jumps out and helps you out on the sidewalk.

“Remember what I said, okay?” she says, looking into your eyes warningly.

The white contacts makes her look manic. You nod and swallow. Jerry leads you into the club. Everywhere you look, you see Barbies, Jack Sparrows, Spidermen and sexy nurses. The music pounds in your ears and you’re sure that you’re going to leave the club with no hearing. Jerry takes you to a pair of round couches by the wall and sits you down.

“What do you want to drink?” she asks you, mouth close to your ear to be heard.

Her breath fans against your skin.

“Whatever”, you reply.

Jerry nods.

“Stay here”, she tells you. “Don’t move.”

She disappears into the sea of pretenders. You look around, wondering how many in here are aware that this more than a dance floor this evening. Could the girl dressed as a tiger be aware that this is a meeting place for illegal dealing? Or the man dressed as a cowboy, is he in on it? How many eyes do Jerry have? And how many do her enemies have? Is the man in the zombie costume the one to deliver it? Or the one in an astronaut overall?

Jerry returns with two drinks. One lime green and one black.

“One if sour and one is cola”, she says. “Which one do you want?”

“The cola.”

She gives you the dark one. You take a sip and grimace.

“Oh yeah, it has vodka in it”, she laughs.

“I can tell”, you cough.

She takes a sip of her toxic green one and grimaces.

“God, that’s undrinkable”, she mutters.

A woman comes up to the table. She’s dressed as a pirate.

“Do you want some?” she asks — clearly on something — and waves a little, clear bag with white powder in it.

Jerry shoots her arm over you, as a barricade.

“They don’t want anything from you”, she says coldly.

The girl stumbles away. Jerry moves closer to you. Although she’s wearing her contacts, you can tell that she’s gotten that look in her eyes again. She’s alert, ready to lash out at anyone that comes near you. She grabs your jaw, turning your face to her.

“If anyone offers you something you better decline and tell them to get the fuck away, you’re not into that”, she tells you.

You nod understandably. Jerry kisses your lips.

“How long do we have to stay here?” you ask. “When will you meet your contact?”

“He said around midnight”, Jerry replies and you are about to point out that it’s almost two hours until then, but she continues talking. “But we had to get here some time before so that it doesn’t look like we’re here to get something and then leave. That way, it’ll look suspicious.”

“My head hurts already.”

Jerry lifts your glass to your lips.

“If you drink some more you’ll feel better”, she says.

She watches you gulp it down until the glass is empty. You cough, trying to get rid of the burning in your throat. The liquid leaves a warm trail through your body.

It’s as if you can feel your head fog up, feel your body burn up. The air inside the club is hot from all the dancing people. The costume sticks onto your body

“My poor girl/boy”, Jerry coos and brushes your hair out of your face. “Feeling hot? You’re sweating.”

She leans in and kisses your temple, licking her lips of your sweat. Someone sits down on the couch beside you. Jerry is quick to make them leave. She pulls you even closer. Her nails dig into your hot skin. Jerry knows that you need to go out for fresh air, but there’s something about your look that makes her want to keep you here. Your eyelids hang heavy over your eyes, your glowing, sweaty skin and tired pout. It doesn’t take much to get you here, and yet she loves to see it every time.

“Can I have a water?” you ask.

“Wait here”, Jerry tells you.

She disappears once more and returns with a glass of water. She feeds it to you as you rest against her shoulder.

“You’re so cute when you’re drunk”, she chuckles.

Are you drunk? Or are you dying of heat? You can’t tell. But she was right. Your head isn’t hurting anymore.

“There he is”, she suddenly says and stands up.

She turns to you, holding your jaw and directing your face up towards her.

“You’re going to stay right here, do you get that?” she says. “I will be back in a little while, and you’re going to remain here, do you understand?”

You nod. Jerry gives your jaw a warning squeeze before walking off. You follow her with your eyes, seeing how her and a man dressed as a detective walks into a backroom. Something else catch your eyes. A man in a spiderman costume. A very familiar man. An old friend. You feel your heart skip a beat. Oh, how you’ve missed him.

“Y/N!” he shouts out, happily and hurries over to the couch.

You give a quick glance towards the door to the back room. Still closed.

“It’s been so long!” he says and hugs you. “How are you?”

“I’m good”, you answer and clear your throat.

You can’t tell a drunk man to go away without it becoming a scene … and this is a drunk friend.

“I’ve been wondering what happened to you”, he said. “None of our friends have seen you for a while.”

If only you knew.

You give the door a new glance. Closed.

“I’ve been busy”, you say.

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

You force yourself not to glance at the door. Your heart beats inside your chest, causing a wave of fear induced nausea to reach your head.

“We should do something soon”, the friend suggests.

“Oh, sure”, you reply, knowing very well that it’ll never happen.

But you can’t really tell them that the reason you’ll never do anything with him is because you have an insane girlfriend who is in the mafia.

“What are you doing nowadays?” you ask.

“I work at the bank”, he replies and laughs. “Basically their runnerboy.”

“What? You run their errands?”

“Pretty much.”

You tug at your lips, trying to imagine him run back forth between men in suits. You glance towards the door. Open. Your entire body goes cold, and for a few seconds you can’t hear anything. You look around, as in slow motion, trying to find her. She must already have seen you — talking with someone else, laughing with someone else.

“What’s wrong?” the friend asks worriedly. “You look like you’re going to throw up.”

You want to shout at him to stop being stupid, but he doesn’t know why you’re suddenly mortified. He can’t be blamed for anything.

You, however, know what's going on … and you know that you have to save him before Jerry gets to him. But where is she?

“You have to go now”, you tell your friend and push him towards the exit. Your voice is short and direct, trying your best not to show how scared you are.

Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?

“What are you doing?” your friend asks. “Stop pushing me.”

“You have to leave”, you try again. “I’m not trying to be mean, I’m trying to save your life!”

“What?”

“Just walk!”

You manage to get him out of the club, out into the fresh air. Quickly, you look around. Jerry’s nowhere to be seen. You don’t want to leave your friend before you’re sure that he will be okay. If you leave him now, you won’t know if he will be okay.

There is only one thought in your head. WHERE IS JERRY?

“Listen to me”, you say and grab your friend, forcing him to look at you. “Listen closely, okay? I don’t know how long I have. You have to leave. You have to run. If we’re lucky, she didn’t get a good look at you.”

“Who? Y/N, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m scaring myself. Please believe me. Just go. Now. Run. Please.”

The words seem to have trouble coming out. The man frowns, but starts to back away before turning around and running away. You dare breathe out, but the relief don’t last long. Someone grabs a handful of your hair and force your head backwards, cutting off the air in your throat.

“Who the fuck was that?” Jerry hisses in your ear.

“N-No one”, you manage to choke out.

“Oh, so now I need to go to the optician?” Something sharp presses against your throat. “I’m asking again: who was that?”

“J-Jerr-” You can’t get anything past the bending point in your throat.

The knife presses closer to your skin.

“Did you find him hot?” she asks teasingly, but with a sharp anger in her voice. “Did you want him to fuck you?”

You shake your head frantically.

“I know that’s right”, she says and lets you go.

You cough and desperately heap in air. You stumble forward with dark spots dancing over your vision. Before you have the time to register that she’s let you go, she’s pushed you up against the brick wall and put the knife against your chest.

“I didn’t know my pet was a little news reporter”, she scoffs. “Talking to people left and right.”

“He was a friend”, you breathe out. “Someone I knew from school!”

“Mm, and I guess that you were so happy to see him again?”

“Jerry-”

“You either love the attention or to piss me off.” She tilts her head. “Where did he go?”

“I won’t let you hurt him. He did nothing wrong.”

“Oh, he did nothing wrong, did he? I saw him clinging onto something that belongs to me! I think that’s a bit fucking wrong, don’t you?”

“Jerry, I swear that I told him to go away.”

“Yeah, I saw that too. I saw quite a lot, actually. I saw too much and it made me fucking nauseous.”

“Jerry, please …”

“Mm, I love it when you beg.”

“I’ll beg all you want if you spare him.”

She uses the knife to point onto the ground.

“Down on your knees.”

You sink down on your knees and stand eye to eye with the point of the knife.

“Beg”, Jerry orders you.

You lick your lips, preparing yourself for this humiliating task.

“Please”, you say and look up at her with the most innocent, pleading eyes you can muster.

“You can do better than that, baby.”

“Jerry, please, I’m sorry.”

“How sorry?”

“Very. Please.”

Jerry grabs your jaw, smiling cockily.

“You say ‘please’ so sweetly, how can I not forgive you?” she coos. “I will let him go … if I don’t find him until the night is over.”

“W-What?”

“It’s halloween, isn’t it? Shouldn’t we have some fun?”

“Jerry, please, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“He was at the wrong place at the wrong time, h-he didn't know. It’s not like he tried to piss you off. He doesn’t deserve to be punished for that. Punish me instead. I shouldn’t have answered him, I should have ignored him.”

She stares down at you, clearly contemplating.

“Please”, you beg weakly, hoping that your ‘sweet please’ will be enough to make her agree.

“Okay”, she says. “Let’s play a game. If you win, I’ll leave him be. If I win, I get to slaughter him and you have to watch me do it.”

“Can’t we have something else?”

“Like what?”

“If you win, I’ll do whatever you want for a week-”

“A year.”

“A-A year …”

“You know I can make you do whatever I want? I can decide to humiliate you for no reason at all.”

“I know. But I can’t have a human life on my consciousness. If you kill him, I will never be able to forgive myself.”

“Aren’t you just adorable? Okay. Deal.”

You get to stand up.

“What game do we play?” you ask.

“Russian Roulette”, Jerry decides.

“W-Will one of us die?”

“Are you dumb? No, we’re not going to play with our lives. I have a guy we can use.”

She takes you to the HQ’s basement. You hate the HQ. A man sits on the floor, bloody and chained. Jerry picks up her gun and shakes out all bullets but one. She spins it and holds the gun towards you.

“Do you want the first try, my love?” she asks.

“No”, you breathe out.

Jerry doesn’t hesitate before shooting the guy. You flinch and have to squeeze your eyes shut. The sight still haunts you.

“Your turn”, Jerry says and presses the gun to your chest. “It was blank.”

“Fuck, Jerry …”, you whisper without opening your eyes. “This is insanity …”

“If you don’t shoot, you lose. Do it.”

You open your eyes slowly and take the gun in your shaking hands. You have a cold sweat. It’s a mistake to look at the man, one you regret immediately. His eyes are widened, taped mouth begging you not to shoot him.

“Jer-”

She stands behind you, holds her hand over yours and pulls the trigger. The following moments feel like an eternity. It’s blank. Your knees buckle and you stumble backwards. Jerry shoots. Blank. She holds the gun towards you. You shake your head and swallow thickly.

“I give up, I can’t kill him”, you pant.

“You might not kill him”, Jerry says and grins. “I might. Oh, the possibilities.”

“No …”

“Okay.”

Jerry lifts the gun and shoots until the bullet hits him. You swallow a scream and cover your head with your arms. She throws the gun on the cement floor.

“I win”, she says in satisfaction. “Now, get those legs moving, the night is not over. On the contrary, it has just begun.”

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heavyhitterheaux · 5 months ago

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Shoot Your Shot Part 1

Bayou Barbie Meets the Hometown Hero

Synopsis: When you are playing a game in Louisville a certain person in the audience couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Not wanting the opportunity to pass him by, he quickly makes it his goal to grab your attention before the night is over

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Basketball Player!Reader

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A sigh of relief finally escaped you as you lifted your arms in order to shoot a three pointer and successfully scored making your team win the game. You were currently in Louisville going against the Cardinals and as good as a team that they were, tonight you had proved to be better.

Currently, you played for LSU in the position of point guard on a full scholarship and you were in your sophomore year. Even though you grew up in Maryland, this was the only school that you had your eyes set on for as long as you could remember.

Your teammates quickly crowded around you and embraced you as the buzzer went off signaling the end of the game.

As you walked off the court, different people were congratulating all of you, but all you wanted to do was get food, go back to your hotel and sleep all weekend until you boarded a plane to go back to Louisiana.

Studying for your midterms would also be thrown in there somewhere.

But it was Friday night and more than likely your teammates were not about to let that happen.

You quickly showered and got dressed, but as you were putting on your shoes, one of your best friends, Kelsey, sat down next to you and simply eyed you.

She played center and towered over you at 6’4 even though you were 6 feet yourself.

“Why are you just staring at me you little weirdo?” You asked when she finally caught your eye.

“Uhh did you see your boyfriend staring at you tonight?”

“Who?!? Me and Tristan broke up so what in the world is your ass talking about? Was he here?!”

“Not him! Jack Harlow!”

“Girl, what?! Now, I know you’ve lost your mind.”

The entire team knew how big of a crush you had on him and would tease you about it all the time, and you would constantly be fighting for your life in the group chat. Kelsey had actually gotten you tickets for your birthday to see him in concert before.

Multiple times.

“He was staring at you the entire time!”

“Uh, because he was watching us play?” You responded as you put your curly hair up in a bun on top of your head.

“Nah, not us, YOU!”

“I second that!” Screamed Ebony from across the room, but you just looked at the both of them dumbfounded.

“If you two say so, now I’m hungry so where are we about to go and eat?”

“Zombie taco, I think we should be able to walk to it from here. I looked it up before we even got here."

The restaurant wasn’t far from the arena and you and a few of your teammates walked a few streets over. As you were all standing in line, your other best friend Briana pinched you and told you to look to your left.

“Ow! What the hell Bree?!”

“Your husband is over there and so is his fine ass best friend Urban. I’d do anything to kiss those lips of his.”

“First, he’s my boyfriend and now he’s my husband? I’m going to need for the two of you to make up your mind!”

“He obviously wants you since he keeps staring at you.”

“Everyone stares at me. I’m used to it. I’m tall.” You replied while shrugging.

“Bitch, we’re all tall! You’re actually one of the shortest ones on the team!” Kelsey quickly said and all you did was roll your eyes and playfully push her.

You were the last to order and as you went to take out your card to pay, the girl at the cash register quickly shook her head.

“No need, someone already paid for your food for you.”

Kelsey and Briana heard this and you quickly looked over at them to see them both smirking.

“It wasn’t us. We’re broke college students, bitch.” Briana said while taking a swig of water from her courtesy cup that she had gotten and all you could do was laugh.

“I got you when I make it to the WNBA.” Kelsey added and you just smiled at the cashier.

“Do you mind me asking who paid for me?”

“Dude with the curly hair sitting in the corner. I think you already know his name.” She replied as she smiled at you.

You looked in the direction where she pointed and of course, she was pointing to no one other than Jack himself and your eyes went wide.

“We told you.” Was all Briana said as the three of you waited for your food.

“I hear wedding bells and Harlow babies in the future.”

“I will make you walk back to our apartment.”

The three of you found a table not too far from where Jack was sitting and Kelsey and Briana sat on one side making it so you actually ended up facing him and you quickly rolled your eyes at the two of them.

“You two get on my nerves.”

“We just want to see this love connection unfold. Don’t be mad at us!”

“I’m not mad at all, but come on. He’s tall himself, what does he need with a tall girl too?”

“You’re a catch and I’m going to need for you to stop talking about yourself that way.”

“I’ve hardly met any guys who want to date tall girls. Tristan doesn’t count because that relationship was a dumpster fire on wheels.”

“The team celebrated when you dropped him.”

“WHAT?!”

“Come on, he treated you like shit. You deserve happiness and we can’t understand why you of all people can’t see that. You have the biggest heart and we’re tired of seeing you get hurt. Take a chance with him because his number will definitely be in your phone by the time we leave. Mark my words.”

“Bree, unhand my nacho before I stab you with my fork. If you wanted some, you should have gotten some.” You responded as you avoided what she had said before. The thing is that you knew that she was right, but now that basketball and school took up most of your time, doing anything else with you was like pulling teeth.

“Didn’t I tell you I was a broke college student?”

You wanted to thank Jack, but didn’t want to interrupt him with his friends, however Kelsey and Briana could tell you were trying to make your way out the door before saying anything to him and they weren’t having it.

“Nope, come on. Let’s go right now!” Kelsey said as she tugged at your arm.

“What?! No!”

Before you knew it all three of you were in front of Jack, Urban, Clay, Ace, Sunni, Cope, and Nemo with you in the middle and Kelsey and Briana on each side.

“Hey! Our best friend just wanted to say thank you for paying for her food. Right, Y/N?” Briana said and you quickly smiled at him.

“Yeah, thank you. I appreciate it.” You quietly said and Jack couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Anytime, pretty girl. You three played a hell of a game tonight.” Jack answered and you could feel yourself getting hot.

“Well we have no choice when we have a captain as good as she is. We have to do our best to keep up with her.” Kelsey said while looking over at you.

“Well, Y/N, I want to be able to keep up with you too, so put your number in my phone if you’re up for it.” Jack replied while handing you his phone and you quickly took it. You already knew Kelsey and Briana were internally screaming and you wouldn’t hear the end of this for weeks.

As you finished putting your number in, you quickly handed him back his phone.

“You doing anything tomorrow?” He asked and you started to answer, but Kelsey quickly cut you off.

“Being with…”

“NO! SHE’S FREE! Pick her up at 8! We’ll send you the address. Come on Y/N!” Kelsey said as she pushed both you and Briana out of the door.

“See you then gorgeous.”

“Okay, can’t wait.”

When the three of you got outside, you all looked at each other before collectively screaming.

“Bitch! What did we tell you?!”

“Okay, I admit you two were right because a lot of times yall aren’t.”

“That was one time on the sociology final. You aren’t going to keep hanging that over my head, Y/N! That was freshman year!”

“I- you know what Kelsey, I forgive you for that. Even though that was just literally last semester.” You said while laughing.

“Oh shit, I can’t wait to pick out your outfit!”

“Uh oh.”

“Uh oh, what?!”

“I don’t have anything to wear!”

“Uhh? You literally look like a model out of your uniform, how do you not have anything to wear?”

“All of my cute clothes are at our apartment… In LOUISIANA!”

“It’s okay. I have my credit card my parents gave me for emergencies. I think it's almost maxed out, but there should be enough for us to get you something.”

“Bree…..”

“This is a fashion emergency so tomorrow we’re going shopping to get you ready for your date with Jack Harlow.”

Suddenly you had stopped walking and when they both noticed that you were behind them instead of beside them, they looked at you concerned.

“Y/N? Everything okay?”

“Did he just call me pretty girl or was I imagining that?”

“You definitely didn't imagine it. He wants to get to know the bayou barbie for himself.”

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tryan-a-bex · 4 months ago

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100 fics

Today I posted my 100th fic on Ao3!

My first was Pottery; or Function, Purpose and Heart on Mar 11, 2023. It was a retired Dreamling fic with Destruction (who I call Joe) as the main character.

I moved fairly quickly into my Spy x Family crossover series. Anya is so cute, and throwing her in with Dreamling and the Endless family led to a lot of fun shenanigans! (Generally you don't need to know Spy x Family canon to follow these.)

Next I started on my Sandman x Scooby Doo shenanigans! I really like the Scooby Gang, and there are definitely some mysteries to solve surrounding the Endless! (With awesome art by @sab-draws!)

Gaulcienne caught my eye next. Lucienne, my beloved librarian, and the shape-changing dream-fairy? Oh yes! A Quiet Love with Wings has most of my commissioned art, with pieces by @athymelyreply for Sometimes when You Fall, You Fly, @ibrithir-was-here for Fireflies and a Missing Person, and @designtheendless for The Dragon Rider!

King of Night and Prince of Day, for @nathanwonderwolf's wonderful art, has the second highest kudos of all my fics.

Then I invented an OC who is the preteen personification of the consciousness of humanity, aka Social Media. I thought this was pure crack but people liked it and now it's a series! Dinner and Play was created with @carnelianmeluha's food ideas in mind!

My Dreamling works tend to be short and sweet, often prompted by something on tumblr or discord, and are collected as Dreamling vignettes.

I have recently written (but not yet posted) my first honest to god smut, but early dabbles in the craft were mostly crack, like my Helm Fucking Crack series. I'm unreasonably proud of how cracked it is, and thank everyone who enabled me (notably @sleepsonfutons, @windsweptinred, @tickldpnk8, @zzoomacroom, read their fics!).

My obsession with Fuckboi Dream (mind the tags) is ongoing, and included creating a chapter index with notes so I can find things, a series about Murphy's childhood (somebody please read these, they are so cute), and others, fanart as well!

In The Dragon's Tongue, Lucienne takes on Titania! I commissioned @lostelfwriting to write the bdsm continuation of the scene, and she did a fantastic job!

A Reunion in the Dreaming (picnic recreated here) was the first fic in Walking with the Walkers, my series about Rose, Jed and Unity. It features Rose and Ara (Barbie transformed in Life is but a Dream), Rose and Jed meeting their Endless family members, Jed and Gault having adventures, and Unity throwing family parties in the Dreaming (with art by @ilya-halfelven).

Trials of a Shapeshifter in Love (in which Gault tries to surprise Lucienne with a romantic dinner) was my favourite fic from October 2023 -- Femslash weekend (by @sandmanfemslashfans ) and Monsterfucktober (by @seiya-starsniper and friends) made it a really fun month! I also wrote Chantal and Zelda, Johanna and Death, and zombie Lyta (my most angsty fic, I believe).

Just Get Me Off the Damn Mountain was written for designtheendless' contest and omg, I won! It is my most popular fic, at 185 kudos!

I also wrote an OG story for NaNoWriMo! At 23k, Wander Witch is by far my longest story (the next longest is under 9k).

After a bit of being stuck, I got started again by writing continuations of @gabessquishytum's asks! Thank you to Gabe and to all the anons and contributors who allowed me to post their parts of the story!

Asmi, @weirdly-specific-but-ok, argued that he does not have a fandom, so (with permission) I proved him wrong by writing fanfic where he meets Crowley and the Maggot Fam. I love you, Asmi and the maggots!

Heading on an Adventure, the story of Rose and Orpheus' road trip, led to a series of library adventures for Lucienne (often featuring Meowpheus), starting with The Library Cat and continuing in the Lucienne my Beloved series.

I wanted more Lucienne and Walkers content, so I started a side blog, @lucienne-my-beloved, and am open to prompts there! On ao3, the series is called ficlets for lucienne.

Hob Meets the Doctor June 7, 2389 and The line I will not cross and the line I will (Gaulcienne) are my space fics, and I am unreasonably happy about them!

I'm now writing for @augustwritingchallenge! (They got me over 100 in my wips a week or two ago!) I combined prompts so you'll see a fic every 2-5 days in various series and fandoms, including Good Omens (Aug 30) and Dead Boy Detectives (soon).

And my 100th fic! Why are you whispering? a Jed and Rose fic for the late night call prompts. Woohoo!

Thank you so much to everyone who has supported my fandom journey! I'm the least depressed one in my long covid cohort, due to your support and friendship! I cherish every kudo and comment and bookmark and reblog, and the art and fics you all create as well!

#shameless self-promotion #100 fics #feel free to share/reblog #tryana find it back

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sirhamburrger · 20 days ago

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couple costumes?! gen and fic-specific headcanons!

kai's halloween '24 miniseries - a halloween to remember!!

CHARACTERS: shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kenma kozume, tetsuro kuroo, kotaro bokuto, keiji akaashi, kiyoomi sakusa, atsumu miya, osamu miya, tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi x reader (separate)

general headcanons:

SHOYO HINATA: shoyo hinata and tobio kageyama lol

he's not above getting a bright orange wig, and bonus points if the height difference is very obvious. if not, then probably something classic and cute like barbie and ken.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA: literally anything you want

he has no opinion on costumes whatsoever, but he'll go along with it if he knows you love it. you'll eventually end up as some generic duo (pirates, zombies etc.).

KENMA KOZUME: doesn't dress up

when asked about his costume he introduces himself as "kodzuken, professional gamer, stocks trader and ceo of bouncing ball corp". you just wear whatever you want because he doesn't really care.

KOTARO BOKUTO: mario and princess peach

or mario and luigi, depending on what you're game for. possibly trafalgar law and bepo from one piece (you're trafalgar, he's bepo). just anything that allows him to wear something eye-catching and goofy.

ATSUMU MIYA: gru and lucy from despicable me

(the sole reason is because somewhere out there there's fanart of him and osamu as gru and dru.) however, you two decided to both go as minions and leave osamu without a costume partner. might also go for something as simple as vampires.

OSAMU MIYA: linguini and colette from ratatouille

subverted expectations as well by ditching the dru costume. if you want to be linguini, he’ll be remy.

TOORU OIKAWA (fic-specific but not really because i haven't even written it yet): any couple in any musical

hamilton and eliza. veronica and jd. lydia and beetlejuice. being the theater kid he is, he will break into song and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

fic-specific:

molto vivace tsukkiyn: refuses to match with you

he'll pick your favourite fictional character and wear a really bad costume just to spite you. you do the same (obviously). when you finally stop hating each other, you go in matching dinosaur onesies.

akrasia akaashiyn: elizabeth bennet and mr darcy from pride and prejudice!

it'd have to be something to do with classic or modern literature. whatever you eventually decide on, it's very likely that absolutely no one at the party will know who you're dressed as.

ag omiyn: plague doctor and plague victim.

enough said. anything, really, that allows him to keep a mask on.

double life kurooyn: batman and nightwing

you'll use your actual superhero costumes, scuffed and beat-up from fights with gotham's supervillains, and tell everyone you had really good replicas made.

match point iwaizumi: godzilla and king kong

he will not compromise on this, but you get to be either one.

DIRECTOR'S NOTE:

my first headcanon post yay

inspired by @/nectardaddy's halloween couple costume headcanons!

borders are by @saradika-graphics!

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 10 months ago

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pt X good omens whatever the HEAVEN s1e5 was

LAST DAY OF ANTIBIOTICS BABY CAN I GET A WAHOO? In that enthusiastic spirit and listening to my gay playlist that I called BOYS, let's have my summary of whatever I remember from the livestream of season one episode five, which ain't a lot:

In the few minutes break between episode 4 and 5, everyone urges me to get more emotional support fruit. I find a second apple and some sugarcane.

Some of you don't know how to eat sugarcane. It's simple, baby. You bite and suck, blow out the fibres, and swallow the juice. Suck, blow, swallow, guys, it's hard but it's worth it.

I was still howling over the books in the bookshop, because fuck me I have books that are from the mid 1900s and IF THEY BURNED I'M BURNING THE WORLD.

Barely a few minutes in I've already finished the remaining orange watching Crowley break down over the burning bookshop. Crowley can't find Azi and I start eating the apple too (I was saving apples for being gay gn over Crowley, guys, LITTLE DID I KNOW THE PAIN).

I make a reference to driver's license looking at Crowley being sad in their car. For some reason everyone calls me a prophet.

Tracy who is the kinky lady has plushies to make a bedroom seductive. I'm too ace for this. I hug my IKEA snake, Draco.

The Antichrist goes batshit poor Adam. There are some rictus smiles, horror movie shit, and he insists that his friends are having fun. It is similar to how this fandom kidnapped me. You're having fun, Asmi, you say. This is fun.

There is more vague hetero sex. I cannot deal with the genre whiplash. I am still too ace and gay for this.

The apple is over. Finally, Aziracrow gets screentime, but then I watch Crowley's voice break over the residual emotional of losing his best friend, and Aziraphale maybe not realising that the friend was him. My eyes are burning and now everyone is demanding emotional support fruit and making sad headcanons. Fuck you all.

Aziraphale possesses a lady, which is normal, and summons spirits, which is normal. I insist that I am not crying over flatulence, and @thescholarlystrumpet who organises the stream tells me to put it in my tumblr review. I'm not crying over flatulence.

CAN I A WAHOO. Aka Crowley fucking things up for future Crowley yet again.

Aziraphale is THE southern pansy, THE posh gay.

MAGGOTS ARRIVE. IT'S YOU GUYS YAY! Everyone is disgusted except me, because I love you guys, even if you are slimy.

Crowley is now stuck in traffic and simmering with the not-yet-zombie in the passenger's seat. There is fire around London.

Through the power of Manifesting, Crowley drives the bentley through the fire to get to Tadfield. Dream it to be it, guys. With Barbie Crowley, Anything Is Possible. Crowley is now literally a flaming gay (gn).

Friends leave Antichrist. Antichrist sad. Dog leaves Antichrist. Antichrist heartbroken, Antichrist now back to being baby.

Through small town directions, Aziraphale still possessing lady arrives at Tadfield. Crowley in all her flaming glory arrives too. The kids are badasses, riding in on cycles. I am on my second apple. Crowley immediately recognises Aziraphale.

They are now at the American base. Wahoo, bitches. See ya next post my lovely maggots.

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tiredofthehumanlife · 1 month ago

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Victor's Village

Barbie dolls: Peeta Mellark x gn!Victor!reader

Word 1.4k

Summary: you have a nightmare so you skitter into Peeta's Victor village home and hide under his covers

Warnings: bad dream that includes death and sad and death and blood and sad and suicidal thoughts and zombies?!? What!, peeta has his prosthetic BECAUSE WE WERE ROBBED but it's like a removable one yk so he doesn't sleep with it on, you guys are goofy if idk, you think Peeta is bird like, you guys are kinda dating kinda not kinda yes kinda no yada yada it's light it's airy don't think too hard about it, oh you guys are sweet

Ever since the Games, nightmares plagued your mind. You just couldn’t breathe without feeling that sense of dread weighing down your skin.

With Peeta’s blood staining your hands, you frantically slapped at his face. You needed to wake him, he was just asleep. Just a nap. Just a rest. His eyes were open and unfocused. You smacked at his face again. He was unresponsive, head lulling to the side. You dropped your head to his chest and begged to hear the thump of his heart. No sound met your ear, eerie silence from his heart. A twig snapped behind you. Your head shot up, meeting eyes with the offender instantly. A woman pointed her sword at you. You leveled your chest with it, all she’d have to do is lean forward and you’d be dead.

“Do it. Please. I can’t go on, not without-“ Your voice stopped as she jutted her arm forward. You gasped at the feeling of your heart being sliced in two. You looked down at the sword, watching the blood pour from your chest. You gave her a light smile of thanks and flopped yourself back into the dirt. You turned your head to face Peeta’s unfocused eyes. You choked on your blood, dropping a hand to his cheek. Just as the life was leaving your body, he shot up.

Your eyes snapped open. Your body was frozen in place, the fear of leaving Peeta alone weighing your body down. Your heart beat rapidly against your ribs. You were able to peel your body away from the mattress soon enough, shaking off the weight from your shoulders. You sat up and left your bedroom. You quietly made your way down the stairs and stopped at the front door. You wanted to be quiet, but at this point, you were positive that anyone who stepped foot in Victor’s Village knew your routine now. You honestly shouldn’t even try to sleep in your own bed. It felt too intruding to actually start the night across the road. You pulled on your slippers and coat. You weren’t worried about losing a toe in the cold, you’d only be outside for a few seconds.

You shut the front door behind you, making fast work of the stairs. You glanced at either side of you as you walked across the road. As you reached Peeta’s doorstep, you realized how stupid it was for you to do that. What was a magical car going to come run you over? Please be serious. You chalked it up to just the stress of the nightmare, pushing open Peeta’s front door. You toed off your slippers. You left them next to his small line of shoes. One from his stylist and one for every day. You shrugged off your coat and hung it on the rack. You moved through the house with solid memory, knowing every turn and wall. Not only from the large amount of time you spent in these walls but also because every house in Victor Village was a carbon copy of each other.

You moved up the stairs quickly. You gently pushed open Peeta’s bedroom door. You stayed quiet as you shut it behind yourself and moved towards his bed. You stepped over a stray t-shirt and stopped at the side of his bed. He was stretched out on one side of the bed. Your lips quirked at the thought of him used to you joining him in bed and adapting to that. You slid under the covers and snuggled up behind him. You slipped one arm over his back and pressed his back against your chest. Peeta’s sucked in a deep breath.

“Nightmare?” Peeta whispered. You snorted at the thought of you joining him in bed for any other reason.

“Just like last night. And the night before that. And the night before that. The one before that.” You responded. Peeta leaned back slightly. In the dark, you could just make out the small smile playing on his lips.

“Wanna talk about it?” Peeta asked. You shrugged and pressed the side of your face into his shoulder. You deeply inhaled his scent and felt your anxiety settle slightly at the knowledge of his blood not on your hands. That was quite calming.

“You died. I died. You came back to life. Crazy dream nonsense.” You answered. It wasn’t the answer he wanted but it was what he got. Peeta hummed.

“Always considered myself more dog-like than cat-like. I guess I only have eight live now.” You rolled your eyes and patted his cheek. Peeta laid his head back on his pillow. You followed his lead, settling back down. You wanted to slip into sleep. You worried his death would follow you back into your nightmares again. You doubted they would but still, the anxiety sat next to you on the bed, startling you awake when you just barely slipped under the blanket of sleep. Peeta turned to his side, facing you. He must’ve noticed you not sleeping, his eyes were as wide as yours. Peeta pressed his palm to your cheek.

“I consider you more bird-like than any of those.” You whispered. Peeta pulled back, a smidge from shock. He leaned back towards you.

“Really?” You nodded.

“You’re smart, social, pretty, and I think if you wanted to date someone you’d do a dance to gain their affection.” You said. You really did think he was birdy. He was also quite observant but you didn’t list that one for the betterment of his soul. Peeta snorted. He pulled his hand away from you, sitting up in bed. He flung the blanket off his lap. Peeta reached toward his bedside table, hand heading towards his prosthetic leg. You leaned up on your elbow.

“Where are you going?” You asked kind of hurt he was ditching you. Peeta glanced back at you, a smile pulling at his mouth.

“Well, I’m going to dance to gain your affection, of course,” Peeta said, rolling his eyes. You scoffed and reached out for him. You smacked his shoulder, pushing him back towards the mattress.

“Oh, please.” You groaned, though there was a fond smile in your eyes. Peeta grinned at you as he pulled the blanket back over himself.

”What? Do I-uh-already have your affections?” Peeta teased, puffing out his chest. You smacked him and settled your head on his shoulder. Peeta tucked his arm around you, still chuckling at his own joke.

“Unfortunately, you already have all of my affections.” You whispered. Peeta gasped. He rested one hand on his chest, clutching his pearls.

“All of them, you say? Wow! I didn’t even do anything. I just let you sleep in my bed and you’re all over me.” Peeta said, throwing his hand into the air out of exacerbation. You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it.

“I’m all over you? Please. You were about to dance for me!” You said, Lifting your head off his shoulder. You pointed over toward his bedside table. Peeta pressed his lips together in an ‘oh-I’ve-been-caught’ way.

“Right well. Maybe it’s a mutual all over each other thing.” Peeta whispered. You nodded. Peeta smiled up at you. You loved how easy it was for him to sedate your worries. It just took him a few little jokes and you felt like you were going to pass out at any minute. You leaned forward and gently brushed your lips against his. Peeta leaned up slightly from his bed, his elbow shooting out to hold his weight. His other hand slipped behind your head, pushing your lips flush against his. You gave him the kiss he wanted, tilting your head to deepen it. The tiny bit of anxiety still resting on your shoulder, disappeared with the feeling of his lips on yours. You pulled back and watched Peeta’s shoulders sink in realization. You gave him an awkward smile.

“Sleepy now?” He whispered. You nodded.

“Your love sedates me.” You whispered, dropping back onto his shoulder. Peeta hummed.

"Strange way for you to say you feel less anxious when I’m ar-“ You reached up and pressed your finger against Peeta’s lips. Peeta’s sentence dropped off.

”I’m sleeping.” You whispered. Peeta huffed. He left his sentence unfinished as you slipped into your sleep. You woke up without any new nightmares. Peeta’s arms were still wrapped around you. He was still snoozing away. You sighed against his chest, so incredibly happy his house was just a few feet away from you.

#peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark #the hunger games peeta #thg peeta #peeta x reader #thg series #thg fanfiction #thg

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aresthelostboy · 1 year ago

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Hello! I heard you do requests and I have just the request for you, my friend! *Clears throat* Male Reader x the Rob Zombie version of Michael Myers. I have a HUGE crush on that guy like he is so hot! The prompt can be that they were both childhood friends that had feelings for each other when they were younger and years later when they are grown up, still have feelings for each other. Everything else is up to you. Anyways thank you and have a lovely day! :)

Ooh yay! Thank you for the request, I love the idea, so I’ll try my best to make it what you want! I hope you like it :) and have a lovely day too <3

RZ!Michael Myers x Male!Reader

Summary: After being introduced in the sanitarium where you had basically been raised, your interest grows over the often-masked, nearly silent boy. But, your fascination comes to a close when he escaped (you soon following suit) and you can’t seem to find him. Years pass and, after moving to Haddonfield, things seem to be weird… and why are they talking about Michael?

Wandering around the facility has become a pastime to you. The doctors don’t class you as enough of a risk to be put under constant surveillance so they let you roam free as you please, watching as patients slowly go crazy with their own thoughts. Boredom is rampant though, something you couldn’t help. That is, until he came.

You aren’t shy about death, you couldn’t be in such a situation without having a strong stomach for such an issue. So, when you hear wind of a killer, just a boy around your age, you can’t help but go find out for yourself. After a few minutes of wandering you come to the previously empty cell, now with a boy sat inside. As soon as his shining blue eyes meet yours, you know you’ll be close…

After a good few years, enough for you to be coming into your early and his mid twenties, you notice that your feelings for Michael (you’d found his name out after a lot of pestering that fateful day) had changed. That what being close constantly did, making you fall deeper and deeper into the hole that is affection.

The blonde hair is no longer synonymous with a Ken doll, as the nurses had previously gifted you (they foolishly believed it would keep you as a manly man, giving you Ken instead of Barbie), no. The colour was now only knows as that of Michaels hair, something you grew to appreciate dearly. Hair that he’d let you comb through on your worse days. He was a kind man, in ways that the others can’t see… no, in a way that they won’t see. And his eyes, how you could stare into the pools of blue, with hidden mysteries and intimacy, for as long as he’d let you… that is, until you get the news that you’ve been released.

Your heart sinks at the news, DR. Loomis explaining to you in a gentle tone that you cannot come back or be within driving distance of the sanitarium.

“It would be bad for you… and for Michael.”

You knew it. It was all because of Michael, you’re too close to him. You’ve done this to yourself… so you run.

Heart pounding in your chest, your feet slap against the linoleum flooring as you race to Michaels room, flinging the door open and yourself into his arms. He catches you with ease, pulling you to him. With frantic words, you whisper to him, urgency and worry lacing your voice.

“They’re making me leave. Come find me. Haddonfield. I won’t forget you,”

Feeling him freeze under your grasp, you know the orderlies are behind you, confirming as they wrap their arms around you. “so don’t forget me. Find me Michael… please.”

After a moment of sullen staring, he turns, the lack of reaction only fuelling your growing concern. You call his name again, wishing for him to know that this isn’t your choice. That you’d be with him forever, if it was. No, all you can do is hope that he’ll come to find you, so you truly can be together.

A year passes, then another and you lose hope of ever seeing the man who had your heart ever again. Tears burn at your eyes as you walk in the streets, greeting you as they remain unaware of who you are. Or at least, who you were. Your heart yearns to brush through his hair again, watch as he makes his masks during downtime, even to just stare into his gorgeous souls one last time. Right now, you’d take anything.

“Yeah, the boogeyman is back and someone’s died already…”

A hushed whisper catches your interest, the use of one of Michaels many aliases making you perk up slightly. Across from you, two men talk of a death, close to Haddonfield and your heart can’t help but stutter in hope as your wish for him may finally come true

The house is dark but your eyes have long since adjusted to the shuttered windows and beams of moonlight being cast through them. You know that if he’s back, he would come here, to be with you once more. Heart pounding, much like the day of your release, you can’t help but feel both excited and fearful.

You may have him back…

but will he want you?

A floorboard creaks behind you and, at breakneck speed, you whip around to find a man. At no less than 6’9, he’s imposing and a figure that most would be intimidated by. But you know him, have known him since you were both tongue. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you watch him carefully, noticing all the ways he’s changed.

“Michael… you came.”

A single nod is all it takes for you to become at parallel with those years ago and you fling yourself into his arms. It’s almost as if he’s a boa constrictor, the way he wraps himself around you. It’s comforting, a feeling you had long since forgotten. His head rests on top of yours, arms encircling your body as you cling to him, desperation filtering through into the embrace. After a few minutes, you pull away, looking up at him.

“I missed you… every day for 845 of them. I- I thought you’d forgotten me. Thank you for coming back, thank you.”

His head tilts, watching you in turn before finding yourself back in his arms, completely at ease with yourself. If you could feel him trembling slightly, you’re sure it’s just your imagination.

Though you had to leave Haddonfield (dating it’s known killer isn’t best for publicity), you can’t be happier with your life. You’d found another town, somewhere quiet and stable, somewhere that you can live with Michael in peace…

*slam*

Well, almost peace. The door of the wooden house slams open and shut, Michael soon shuffling into the room and directing his attention to you, bringing you close to him once more. Though many say the killer has no feelings, you can’t help but reject that, he just needs to trust first. And he trusts you. Opening his palm to you, Michael gestures for you to take what he’s holding. A (preferred colour) mens wedding band lays there and your eyes shine as you glance to him.

“Michael… this is gorgeous.”

Your voice is breathless, an deep awe detailing just how flustered but pleased you truly feel. His other hand comes out, showing off a matching black band around his finger.

“Oh. Oh Michael… I do.”

Turning in his arms, you raise the mask for your lips to meet his. He presses into you, albeit lightly, and makes sure to keep you close.

Hell, maybe you’d be forgiven if you went back to Haddonfield after dating it’s killer, but you sure as shit can’t go back now. And who’s to say where the rumours started, it may or may not have been you. After all, who wouldn’t be proud of who you are and what you had accomplished? What is the rumour? Well…

Its the rumour of the Boogeyman’s husband.

#michael myers #rz!michael myers #rz michael myers #halloween #rz halloween #rob zombie #x male reader #x reader #reader #male!reader #male reader #reader insert

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sasi-art · 1 year ago

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The zombies take on Barbie! (2/3)

#zombies x barbie #zombies #fanart #myart #zombies 3 #disney zombies #zombies 2 #disney zombies 2 #disney zombies 3 #zed zombies #zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolus #zoey zombies #zoey necrodopolis #zoey necrodopolus #bonzo zombies #eliza zambi #eliza zombies

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lovelykil · 1 year ago

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「 Halloween 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; little nsfw

note; me when uhh mee whennn ermm uhhh me when cowboy kyle ohhhhhhhhhhhgod

black reader implied

I whipped out my phone to take a picture of my cowboy boots next to Kyle's to post on my Instagram as we waited for Kenny and Eric to finish getting their candy. We stood on the sidewalk waiting for them to get back.

It seemed like forever I mean how long does it take to just get your candy and go?

I had already posted the picture on my account and still they weren't back.

Kyle huffed in frustration feelings the same then felt his pockets since it vibrated.

"Did you tag me in something" He asked before even looking at his phone. I giggled lightly, putting my phone in my jean pocket.

"How'd you know?"

"Cause you always tag me in something, I swear." He opened his phone, going to insta.

I swung my bag of candy slowly from boredom, my eyes wondering around. I saw other groups of people walk from house to house, kids running around in their little costumes and some houses going way out for this Halloween. Webs everywhere with giant spiders in the middle, tall ass Skeletons in their front yard, smokey-like air filling the yard with gravestones in the grass as zombie like hands reach out to bring in an unattended little kid down to the underground, and bright red scary lights hung from their houses.

South Park went big for this year, that's for sure

Kyle set his bag of candy down on the concrete to hold his phone better as he probably tapped through our friend's stories from tonight, an hour ago Wendy posted her and Stan's costume, they went as Mavis and Johnny from hotel transylvania.

Which was totally cute, they went trick or treating with Bebe and Clyde not sure why they didn't join us though but it's whatever.

It was maybe cause every damn year we go and do this Eric likes to bitch about the candy and start a whole scene with the person handing out candy.

oh wait..

My head whipped back around to find cartman and to NO surprise he was waving his arm in the air with candy, even from way over here I could hear him shout in his barbie costume.

Surprisingly Kenny and him matched.. can you guess?

barbie and ken

If it wasn't obvious

His blonde hair wig bounced all around as he yelled I saw Kenny bring his hand to his face, shaking it slowly.

I groaned to myself, rolling my eyes into their sockets.

"Cartmans being a dick again.." I muttered. I looked over at the ginger in his cowboy costume. He looked up from his phone, squinted then rolled his eyes.

"That fucking asshole- hold on I'll be back." He put his phone back in his pocket then walked his way onto the drive way of the house, his boots clanked on the hard floor following the path to the front door to drag Eric back.

I watched,, more like studied him.

Okay I lied, fonded over.

Me and him went as cowboys this year he wasn't to big of a fan of this though.

"You want to go dressed as cowboys this Halloween?" Kyle put down his pencil and spun his chair to look at me. I set on the edge of his bed with my phone to my chest and my legs swinging in excitement. I nodded, even smiling.

He looked at me like I had a screw loose in my head or something, to which I clicked my tounge and leaned off the bed.

"I think it would be cool, I like cowboys" I walked over to him, pouting. He took off his glasses with to rub his over worked eyes.

"Don't you think we're to old to be trick or treating? I mean we can just eat candy and watch movies at my house for the night." He put his hand down, waiting for his eyes to adjust.

I stared at him in disbelief, obviously very offended. I set my hand on my hip turning my head in offense.

"I'm not that old!"

He watched me walk back to his bed andturn over to lay on my side as I sulked on my phone, he sighed and got up from his chair to crawl over next to me.

"You're kinda of a baby you know"

"I love trick or treating."

"Alright fine we can go, sorry." He played with a stain of my curly hair, curling it around just to let it go and watch it coil back to its regular curl. I turned over, sitting up.

My eyes lit up, I put my hands on his shoulders "Really?"

"Yes" He chuckled, nodding. I smiled, pecking his nose then went to grab my phone.

"Okay we are sooo going to need to buy these, also I have a spare cowboy hat back at my house that will look so good on you." I showed him the clothes, my voice trembling with pure happiness.

"Okay but why cowboy?" He questioned, grabbing my phone for himself to scroll through the clothes we needed. I was about to answer his question when I paused, remembering the reason I wanted to do this in the first place.

I mean I initially did like western things but.. the other reason behind it..

My cheeks burned my dark face, I rubbed the back of my neck as my eyes darted elsewhere.

"Uhm no clue like I said I just like cowboys, they are cool.."

"Mmmm, okay I guess."

The real reason was because I just wanted to see him in clothes like that, he's pretty tall with a pretty face and a small waist though still masculine in every way.

Him in brown boots, a button up black shirt, sliver western buckle belt to go with his low rise boot cut jeans that fit his figure complimented with chaps to wear with, and a cowboy hat to top it off.

And of course his rope that he could totally just use on me, maybe tie my wrist together and hold them over my head as his slender fingers make contact with my bare skin from beneth my button shirt. His voice low telling me to keep quiet each time I whimper to his touch.

His eyes filled with lust watching me struggle to fulfill his demand once his fingers inch near my temple, rubbing my pearl slowly. He'd smirk from above taking off his hat to set it on the bed.

"Want me to go down on you baby?" He'd whisper in such a suggestive tone, his smirk making my legs tremble. I'd nod nervously and watch him hum a response, unbuttoning my pants.

"Yeah you do, my pretty girl."

And possibly maybe his–

"CARTMAN GOD DAMMIT COME ON!"

"NO LET ME GO, THEY GAVE ME A TOOTH BRUSH KAHL, A FUCKING TOOTHBRUSH. WHO DOES THAT?" My flash back came to a quick end, hearing loud voices coming near me. I blinked, looking around for a second gaining conscience.

"oh shit." I whispered, feeling my face burn.

"There's other houses still fatass, you'll be okay." Kyle dragged Eric back to the spot as Kenny followed.

He looked so damn fine in that hat, his angry expression just made his outfit look 100 times better on him.

I felt my heart race and a nervous feeling washing over me.

"Sorry that took long, ready to continue Y/n?" He let got of Eric, dropping him on the concrete. The barbie shouted in frustration to the jew, fixing his messy blonde wig.

My eyes traced up at Kyle just realizing how small I was compared to him, I wasn't even that short and he literally towered me.

I swallowed some extra spit, avoiding his gaze. "yeah..uh let's.. let's go." I turned around to start the walk to the next house. If I stared at him more I think I would've probably started to make out with him in front of these kids which I was not going to do.

So many explicit thought flooded my god forsaken mind as we continued the walk to the houses I wanted to bang my head on a wall.

There wasn't much I could do anyway Kyle had no clue I was suffering from him, he kept arguing with cartman but still held my hand since I wanted him too.

I could feel my body grow hot especially my lower region, my cool breath was soon hot and thick.

As we approached another house I gripped Kyle's hand for him to stop. The other duo went ahead of us as I kept Kyle back.

He turned around confused, looking down.

"Something wrong Y/-"

"I need you badly right now ky, need you to tie me up with that rope of yours." I pointed to the rope on his waist, pleading. His stunned eyes met my begging ones he was quiet and didn't say anything from shock.

"You want to cut this short then?" He pointed to the decorated house to which I nodded, feeling a little sad then again that was the least thing on my mind at the moment.

He faltered with a blush, his contact still on me. I stepped closer to him, my hand feeling around his pant area begging some more. Anything I would do just for him to take me home so he can have his way with me in this cowboy wear.

"you just look so good right now, I don't think I can hold myself back for much longer.."

"o-oh?" He watched me feel up on him, his face growing redder. Just moments later I felt a bump growing from beneath his pants as my fingers teased him.

He whined, his hips leaning towards me.

"fuck.." He muttered from pleasure mixed with shame. I giggled, moving my hand away from him.

"Now you have to take me home."

"Okay fine.." He gave in, looking around to check if the coast was clear to flee.

He took my hand soon enough and walked away from the previous house we were at, I held onto his hand in content.

As we walked, trying to find his car he looked over at me needing the feeling to ask something.

"I have a feeling you picked these costumes just so you can see me in this." He stated. I looked at him then turned away once I felt myself get nervous.

"Maybe, or maybe not.. who knows?"

"Mhm.." He hummed.

A silence fell between us then was disturbed when he snickered lightly.

"You're so horny it's crazy." He laughed, I scoffed with a blush.

"Says the one with a walking boner right now."

"Oh shit I forgot about that, kids are here oh my god.."

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