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Who am I?

I am a goth chick who is obsessed with all things horror and spooky related. I own a black cat named Elvira and my favorite color is red! I spend my time listening to music and creating digital art.

Who do I write for?

I write for many fandoms but my mains are:

Slashers

Marvel characters

Stranger things

Wednesday

The walking dead

Certain bands

Dead by daylight

Outlast

What we do in the shadows

The office

That 70s show

The joker (ledger and Joaquin’s portrayal specifically)

Tim Burton characters

RESTRICTIONS!

I do NOT write pro shipping content. That is gross

I don’t write non con fics

Heavy BDSM is prohibited

I do not write fics with romanticizing of abuse or heavy toxic relationships 

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The struggles of being a teen vampire | WWDITS | lazlo, Nadja and nandor x platonic! Musician Teen vampire fem reader |

I’ve had this idea for a while :p

Summary: reader is a vampire struggling with every day teen angst since she was bitten at the age of sixteen hundreds of years ago

“They keep getting on my nerves, I love them I really do because they are my family but I want to tear there heads off” reader states slumping back in her chair as the camera crew interviewed her“they keep wanting to spend time with me I never get any privacy” she rolls her eyes balling her fist “I’ve literally been with them for hundreds of years since I was bitten”

“Now this way” Nadja motioned with her hand as the walked down the hallway with the cameras, Guillermo following along side her “um Nadja? I don’t think we should bother reader she seems to be in a mood today” Guillermo looks back at the cameras stress evident on his face “I’m sure she’s fine just a mood swings is all” Nadja Brushes him off. They arrived at a door, it has ‘do not cross’ tape all over it along with a sign ‘KNOCK FIRST’ “she definitely has a unique way of decorating” Nadja sighs. Loud music can be heard through the door. Nadja opens the door “oh reader we just-“ the cameras focus on a dark silhouette, reader was hunched over sitting on her bed the laptop light illuminating her face, loud metal music was blaring through the room the only lights on where old red Christmas lights that where strung around and the many candles which sat everywhere. Posters of her favorite horror movies and bands stuck all over the walls. Her bed wasn’t a coffin but a large bed draped with red satin sheets and a black Canopy over top“GET OUT” reader yells, she grabs a book off of her nightstand and throws it at the door. Guillermo shuts the door quickly before anyone got hit. “Well…that was interesting” Nadja says looking at the camera.

“We’re all…slightly scared of reader” lazlo says looking Nadja “she is very powerful for such a young vampire, her type is a “soul vampire” they slowly suck the soul out of others” Nadja nods “we’ve seen it first hand, pretty gross” lazlo finishes.

Reader decided since they wanna hang out so badly with her she’d drag them along with her to do something she actually is passionate about.

“Everyone! Come to the fancy room, reader wants to tell us something!” Nandor calls. Everyone walks into the room sitting down “well..” reader starts fidgeting with her rings “I wanted to invite you all to a show my band is doing tonight” reader says “really? Oh dear that’s amazing of course we’ll attend” lazlo says with a smile “great, but one rule, no killing.” Reader states crossing her arms. They all sigh but agree “fine”

Should I continue this?

Lestat is the head captain of the sassy man apocalypse

That’s it, that’s the post.

every time i sit down 2 watch a horror movie i think of that one tweet :/

Seeing you again | loki x fem reader oneshot

Summary: Loki goes through one of the timedoors to escape the Time Variance Authority and gets sent to what would have been the time him and his future wife would have met, but he watches on the side lines.

Warnings:

NOT PROOFREAD

“Hey there he is!” One of the guards yells behind me, I continue to run down one of the hall. I run right into a guard. I grab they’re time portal set it to a random time and jump into it, it was the stark tower. Specifically it was cell they would have put me in, I see past or…future me? Sitting inside of the cell “wow was my hair ever that long?” I whisper to myself.

I duck down behind some pipes not wanting to be seen suddenly I hear voices “agent y/l/n it’s lovely to see you” I look past the pipes to see that red head who was fighting along side my brother greet a very beautiful woman “nice to see you too agent romanoff” her voice was silky but firm “i was going to interrogate him but you would fit the job better” agent romanoff says before walking to the door “good luck” she continues before walking out.

The other agent walks towards the glass “mister Laufeyson can I call you that?” She asks holding her head up high, I look up staring at her interested “you may only call me your god since that is what I am, I take no other position” i speak loudly getting up from my spot on the bench in the glass box. “I wouldn’t be so sure” she testified crossing her arms “my name is y/n” y/n…that’s beautiful “well miss y/n you will not be getting any information out of me” I say venom apparent in my voice “of course, I’m not here to get information out of you, I wish to treat you like a real person” she speaks softly “may I do that?” She asks tilting her head, I fill a twinge in my stomach watching this scene play out “if you must” I say turning around and siting back down.

Suddenly before I could hear the rest of the conversation I am pulled backwards into another time portal, I stumbled out, mobius had pulled me out “man what where you doing?” He asks looking at me for any injuries “I- i saw me but it was past me? Or what would’ve been future me talking to a woman her name was y/n I need to find her again” I say needing to know more about her “well you can’t that will mess up the time line even more she is your wife after all” I look at him shocked “my wife?”

I hope everyone understands the difference between the TVA Loki pov and the avengers loki pov but anyways, thanks for reading!

“Why Don’t you post much?” BECAUSE I HAVE A TON OF UNFINISHED DRAFTS AND IM LAZY

Idk why people have to specify “yandere” in slasher fics like There murders you expect Michael myers not to stab someone when they talk to there s/o?💀

HEY IM NOT DEAD. Sorry I haven’t posted in a LOOONG ass time but things have been going on and I haven’t had really any time to write but I hope I can put out a few fics here soon!

A soldiers daughter | 141 x fem teen reader (platonic!) pt 1

Summary: your father works in the military with the 141 group, your dad is kidnapped on a mission by the enemy so they can get information, he won’t talk so they take you from your home as leverage, things take a turn for the worse.

Warnings: general violence, cussing, mentions of SA but nothing happens, angst and blood.

Readers dads pov:

I was walking quietly around a warehouse looking for the guy I had just let get away while being distracted, hearing the crunch of gravel under my boots I look up at the railing not seeing anything ‘damn it I thought I had him’ I curse myself for being so careless and letting my target get away, suddenly a shot rang out and I felt a burning sensation in my shoulder, I raise my gun where the bullet came from seeing my target come out from behind an old burnt car “listen man you shoot me and my men will shoot you, just put down the gun and we can do this the easy way alright” the man with blood gleaming from his chest says already wounded “like hell I will I already searched the place it’s just you and me” I say not being intimidated “think again stontzak” I hear a gruff voice with a thick accent say from behind me then a click of a gun cocking ‘fuck’ I winch wishing I had backup just as I finished that thought a voice comes over my radio “come in hawk, everything alright ther’ mate?” I hear soaps voice ring out “say everything is fine” the man from behind me says I can feel the cold metal of his weapon press against the back of my head, I slowly raise my hand to my radio “yeah everything is fine just doin’ a once over around the Perimeter, over” I let out a breath hoping he doesn’t suspect anything “alright stay safe call out if yer’ need backup, over” as he finishes I’m hit over the head with something and then everything goes black.

(Stontzak means “shitbag” in dutch)

Readers pov:

I was in my bedroom sitting at my desk doing some homework, I had just gotten back from the grocery store a few hours ago, the sun had already set and I was slightly hungry, I left my room going downstairs and into the kitchen, I rummaged through the cabinets until I found a box of Mac & cheese ‘this will do’ I think as I get out a pot from one the lower cabinets, just as I sat down the pot onto the stove i her the door bell ring, I look at the clock 9:08 It reads “it’s to late for anyone to be out right now…” I said to myself as I walk to the window that is close to the door, I push back the curtains and look through the blinds carefully I see no one, I sit there for a second to see any signs of movement, once I deem it safe I go to the door picking my pocket knife my dad had given me before he left, I flip open the blade and look through the peep hole once more before unlocking the door and opening it, nothing is there I lean out slightly. Nothing. Again. I sigh ‘maybe I’m just going insane’ I go to close the door just as I’m about to lock it a pair of arms come around me I scream in fear and start to toss and pull my way out of my attackers grip, I remember the blade I had in my hand and drive it into the man’s leg deeply I hear him yell “damn bitch!” as he lets go I run up the stairs as the man grabs my ankle from the bottom step making me lose my balance and tumble down the stairs I hit my head pretty hard on the way down so everything was blurry for a moment when my vision cleared the man came into my line of view I finally got a look at his face it was slightly scarred with stubble he had dark hair the look like it hadn’t been washed in weeks, before I could get up he sat his boot on my chest “your a fighter arnt you just like your old man” he lears at me as he pulls a cloth from his pocket “my da-“ I wanted to get more info but he pushed the cloth into my face I smelt a strong scent and then blacked out.

I wake up my head pounding the fluorescent lights not helping at all beaming off the off white walls try to move my arms but can’t I look down and see my hands are tied behind my back, my heart speeds up as I hear the blood in my ears pumping, I shift in the cold metal chair as I start to sweat, I look around the room for anything that could help me get out of here but there was only a metal table on the cracked tiles of the room I was stuck in, I feel myself about to cry “what did I do?” I ask myself my thoughts running Miles a minute, soon the icon door makes a loud sound and opens three men walk through one is the guy who had taken me another was a guard based on his gear and the final man was who I guessed was the ring leader “ hello miss l/n I hear you where a bit rough with my soldier here, hope you won’t put up to much of a fight with me” the guard sets down another metal folding chair and the man sits in it looking directly in my eyes “ i didn’t do anything and I’m not apart of whatever my dad is doing so let me go” I say sternly not want to seem like easy prey “oh we know don’t worry about that, we just need you for a bit of negotiating per say” he smirks giving me the chills, I roll my eyes “now until your father tells us what we need your going to be the ransom every day he doesn’t give us what we want we’re gonna set up a little camera and show him how much of in upper hand we have, you understand” he finishes I feel nauseous at the thought of what these men might do to a sixteen year old girl, the thought creeps up my spine and latches into my brain making my head pound worse with anxiety “fuck you” I say nothing will get me out of this so all I can do is try to fight “of course” the man sigh’s getting up and walking to the door the man makes a hand signal to the guard, the man walks towards I lear at the guy staring daggers into his he swings at me landing a punch in my cheek bone I feel my face burn as I taste blood the other man comes next to the other one and snaps a photo i grimaced at the bright light once more they both leave the room and close the door locking it.

It’s been a few days now or what I can tell since this room doesn’t have any windows nor a clock I just guess by the times they brought the bits of food by it consisted of water hard bread and cold grits probably left over from the food the others ate, my body was sore, bruised and bloody my dark hair probably a mess from it being grabbed so many times the door opens and another guard comes in with there usual assortment of knifes, camera and other lovely things I’ve gotten used to, after the first few days I haven’t heard anything about my dad “what happened with my dad” I ask knowing I probably won’t get anything information “he’s dead” the guard say’s simply, my heart drops “dead” I say it not even being a question but me trying to wrap my brain around the idea of my own father who alway called me babydoll and would give me the biggest bear hugs when he got back from his deployment being dead, anger starts to bubble inside of me the only person left in my life is dead. The guard comes up into the front of me and lifts my chin, I bite his hand and kick him in the stomach with my sneaker as hard as I can I scream as tears fall down my face the guard gripping his stomach stumbles out of the room after I clam down all I feel is sorrow, I cry for a few minutes suddenly I hear a siren sound and the lights in my room turn red over the speakers I hear a automated voice say “attention the base has been breached please report to your stations” i stare down at the cracks of the tiled floor once more, just then the door swings open I lift my head to see two men come into the room “hey there lass yer’ hawks kid right we’re here to get you out” he gives me a soft smile the other man adorning a skull mask stood next to the door giving me a slight nod, my hands are freed I rub my wrists feeling the marks and wounds the handcuffs had left the guy who help me out of the cuffs helps me out of my chair putting his arm around my shoulder trying to keep me up right my legs feeling week from being restrained in one place for so long, soonthe two men get me to their vehicle helping me in the Scottish man buckled me in “don’t want ya’ fallin out now do we” he chuckles “by the way I’m soap and this is my buddy ghost we worked with your dad” he nods at the man named ghost I nod staring at my hands trying not to cry I front of a bunch of military guys a few minutes later I hear a few new voices I look up, I see two other men walk up “sir did you find em?” Soap asks a man wear an ugly fishing hat “No soldier i didn’t..” the man looks at me with sorrow in his eyes as he nods to me, I new he was gone and there was no way of getting him back if he didn’t go into this damn league of work he would still be here but I can’t do anything about it now I feel hot tears fall down my face as I hold back a sob I hold my head in my hands I feel a hand on my back trying to soothe me, finally I collect myself wiping my tears the other man in a baseball hat hands me a tissue I thank him quietly “I’m so sorry about all of this kiddo” the man in the fishing hat says as he leans against the door of the car I nod knowing they did what they could “listen Bonnie, we’re gonna take you back to our base and get you fix up and get you some rest alright” soap say I nod once more giving a small “okay” they soon pack up and take off i fall asleep my head leaning on soap which It seemed he didn’t mind, I slip into dark bliss trying to rest up being absolutely exhausted.

(Bonnie means “lovely” or “sweet” in Scottish slang)

babygirlifying the most blood curdling, irredeemable hardened criminals in fiction is so much fun

What it would be like if you where Michael myers kid 🎃

A/n I’ve been reading a few of these and I thought it was cute enjoy!

•You live in the myers house nobody dared to step foot on the property so you where safe from anyone who wanted to mess with you.

•Michael is usually watching just to keep you safe he trust you which is a pretty big deal but your an alright kid so he didn’t really worry about you per say just “other people” *cough cough* Dr. loomis.

•people at school know your Michaels kid so the smart ones don’t mess with you but the stupid ones on the other hand…let’s just say you got into a few fights but you always win and just come out with a bruise nose and a couple of scratches since your dad taught you how to defend yourself.

•when Michael has to pick you up from school after the principal left a message about you “causing fights” he never is mad at you he lets you rant and rave about how the fight started and he understands more than anyone about getting bullied just don’t be to surprised when those said kids go missing .

•you take after your dad quite a bit it’s actually kinda scary. your tall, strong, quiet and keep to yourself usually sitting alone you rarely raise your hand in class and the teachers get on to you about it all the time and don’t get me started one the sarcasm when you do speak.

•when your home it’s pretty peaceful your usually up in your room listening to music or doing art since you also got the art talents from your dad.

•on occasion Michael would come through the back door with his jumpsuit cut up and covered in blood, he doesn’t like showing this side of him to you but he know your the only person he can go to and get patched up safely without getting the cops on him.

•when he not out chasing lorie or loomis he stays in and you both have a wholesome time together it’s either you talking to him aimlessly about school drama like break ups stupid homework and whatever while cooking dinner and him sitting there listening while he cleans his knife or it’s both of you sitting on the couch watching horror movies since you both love them or forcing him to watch a rom-com “dad pleassse clueless is amazing!” *cue an eye roll and a sigh before he caves*

•the only time he is soft is around you since he know what it feels like to not have anyone to care about you, if your in danger he’s going to be the most violent he has ever been tearing the thing/person apart who put his kid in danger.

Lol funny number

Bowers gang headcannons! | Smut-ish

Warnings: mentions of knife play, blood, Patrick in general, abusive father and of course spice!

Henry:

-You caught Henry’s attention very quickly when you showed you where not afraid of him not willing to be pushed around.

-when things start getting more serious with your relationship and he begins to fully feel comfortable around you he will tell you about his dad and his home life.

-when he has a bad day or his dad is making his life miserable he’ll come over to your house knoack on your window and you will be greeted with an exhausted and broken looking Henry on the verge of tears you of course let him in.

-you sometimes hang out with the others but not often Henry likes to keep you more separated from his chaotic life and keep you in the more peaceful side, you are his safe haven.

-when it come to your sex life he pretty private when it comes down to it manly because I believe him and the others are virgins let’s be honest here everyone is to scared of them to go near them.

-so if you are more experienced when you are going to have to teach him a few things, you two experiment with things and find stuff you both feel comfortable in and go from there.

-he will of course live knife play in the beginning he was a bit scared to use weapons in the bedroom but you reassured him he wasn’t going to hurt you.

-he usually is more dominant but sometimes when he is a bit fragile or it’s his birthday and you wanna do all the work he’ll be under you but it’s rear since he likes being in control since he doesn’t have a lot of it.

Patrick:

-he’s horny and your hot thats it.

-just kidding but honestly he was immediately turned on when he saw you there was just something about he found really attractive.

-if you love horror movies and find blood interesting he’s your man, you two will stay in and have a marathon every Friday date night.

-even if he doesn’t say it he adores when he lays on your chest and takes a nap it’s the one time he actually looks peaceful so soak it in.

-gives black cat energy (I don’t make the rules)

-he actually won’t show you “the fringe” in fear of driving you away.

-also is into knife play and just BDSM in general he a freaky man.

-he loooves when you two play cat and mouse aka you running through the woods and he catches you.

Belch:

-Belch is probably the nicest one out of all of them let’s be honest.

-this man adores you he loves small kisses and cuddles and he loves just you two laying in bed and talking for hours it’s very therapeutic for him.

- like Henry he will try to keep you away from the others in fear of ruining what peace he has.

-if your into cars and you work as a mechanic this boy has died and when to heaven.

-car sex 💯 he loves to fuck you in the back of his car the windows fogged up and both of you sweaty absolutely makes his feral.

 -sex with him is pretty vanilla usually soft and sweet sometimes rougher on angrier days but of course nothing is at you.

Vic:

(sorry I don’t have anything to write about him :/ )

Poly gang!:

-the boys will be very protective about you nobody messes with you

-scary dog privileges definitely

-cuddles with them are the best usually it goes: Henry with his arms wrapped around you one one side Patrick propped up on his arm on the other side you laying on belch and Vic laying on your stomach with you playing with his hair.

-won’t let you go anywhere dangerous without at least one of the guys.

-they will have a schedule of who is going to walk you to your next class.

(Not me writing this at 8 in the morning😗)





Steven grant + Jake + Marc with a goth s/o headcannons

A/n I was reading moon knight fics and listening to my music and I got this idea enjoy!

- steven would get very intimidated right off the bat (hehe get it bat)

-you first met Steven when you where at the museum with your friends, you love to study different religions and history so you adore museums so when you heard about this one you knew you had to go!

You where in the gift shop looking at a Spinx cat necklace and your friends where ready to go you went to check out and Steven was working the counter and he go so nervous when you came up he was blushing like crazy

-‘wow they’re really cool’ his mind going a mile a minute

-you thought he was pretty cute and asked him out he was totally off guard stuttering all over the place

-“hey I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime?”

-“ o-oh me? Uh y-eah sure!” He was practically a tomato by the time you all left

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-When the whole thing happens with Marc he tell you everything totally frantic but you calm him down

-once Marc comes along he is infatuated with you…well they all are but he thought you where the most perfect thing

-jack will sweet talk you constantly with his Chicago accent “baby c’mer” and “hey sweetheart how are you?” And sooo much smirking and of course lovey words in Spanish

-Marc will let you in about the plans of going to Egypt and not keeping to much from you since he doesn’t want you to think they just got up and left

-steven will watch you do your makeup and if you ask him to help he’ll say things like “a-are you sure? I don’t wanna mess anything up” and “your the master at it why do you need an amateur like me to help” in a teasing manner but he will end up helping after a bit of reassurances and will be great at it

-he doesn’t care to much for horror movies but he’ll watch them for you but jake and Marc on the other hand loves them they will have a marathon with you

-when you can’t sleep you’ll ask Steven to read one of his many books about Egypt not because of the book itself but because you love hearing his voice

-when you wanna go to goth clubs you always ask the boys if they wanna come and jake sometimes pipes up with a “sure sweetheart I wanna meet your friends let’s go dancing” he sticks out like a sore thumb but you adore it when they come with!

-I know Jake and Marc are “cold blooded killers” but I feel like they’d be total softies around their s/o

Cheese cake - masky oneshot 🍰

A/n IK ik “mAskY iS a SeRiAl KilLeR sToP mAkINg HiM CUte” and “He DoEsNt lIkE ChEeSE CaKE ItS NoT cAnNoN” •_• take the fluff and ENJOY THE FIC<3

You where sat in the mansion with a bum ankle since a few days ago when you where out on a hunt you slipped off the the top of a roof and landed wrong, you decided since pretty much everyone was busy and out of the place or in there room you'd make your self useful, you hobbled your way to the kitchen and grab a recipe book from the cupboard over the stove, you flip through the pages and land on a recipe for cheese cake! 'Masky loves cheese cake! I'll have to make some for him' you put down the book on the counter and start to collect ingredients. You pull the item out of the oven to let it cool just as you do that you hear the door open and a bit of bickering 'must be masky and hoodie' you put down your oven mitts as masky walks into the kitchen "I new I could smell something sweet" he flirts lifting up his mask just enough for me to kiss him happily, once we part he glances over my shoulder "is that for me?" You can tell his is excited "yes it is fresh out the oven too" I hand him a fork from off the counter, he grabs it swiftly and take a bite "is it good?" I ask since it was the fist time I've made it "it's amazing" he says with enthusiasm as he takes another bite "so you like cheese cake more than me?" I taunt he looks over at me with out another work he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder "Tim what the hell!" I laughed as he trotted to our room "I'm going to show you how much I love and appreciate you of course"