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starsofmilos · 1 year

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The Five Times (Adrian Chase x reader)

Synopsis: The five different times Adrian proved he wasn’t like your toxic ex.

So I’m in need of some fluff and smidge of angst and this came to me last night and I immediately whipped out my laptop and got to work! I hope y’al like this and these are experiences of mine. I know not everyone is the same, but this kinda my coping mechanism.

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Warnings: mentions of past emotional abuse, mentions of trauma, mentions of toxic relationship, angst, fluff, mentions of sex, mentions of pressuring to have sex, insecurities and mentions of weight gain

Adrian Chase was deeply in love with you.

He always made sure to say it at least once a day and he always made sure to prove it in anyways he could.

But there were five times you could pinpoint that he truly made you feel loved. Even though he didn’t directly say it those times.

Number One

The relationship was still new at this point. Adrian came over to spend the night as he had been doing for about a good month now.

You hummed as you brushed your hair gently trying to look as presentable as possible before Adrian showed up. Even though at the moment you’d rather do anything than do your makeup.

Groaning a bit, you grabbed your washcloth wiping your face. Would Adrian even care if you had make up on?

‘I’d expect for you to put effort in your looks if you really want me to stay!’

Your ex’s words played out in your head as you grabbed your foundation pad. Adrian would care. Most guys do.

“Hello my love!!” You jumped hearing his voice ring through. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you tensed up once he walked in the room.

“There you are!” He approached you tilting your head back. You pouted a bit as he kissed your lips. Adrian hummed in content turning your chair around so your could face him.

“What are you doing? Why you putting on makeup? Did we have a date tonight?! I’m so sorry! Did I forget?! Oh shit! I didn’t bring nice clothing unless you count these stupid jeans here!”

“No! No!” You laughed a bit, “I was just putting it on so you didn’t have to see my stupid ugly face all natural.”

“Oh..wait! Your face is not stupid or ugly! Your face is very pretty!” He kissed you pulling you away from your makeup.

“But I need to put it on-”

“Why though? It’s not like we’re going anywhere plus in all the time we’ve been spending together I noticed you get irritated having to remove it every night so come on! We have some cuddling to catch up on!”

“You don’t like when I put on makeup?”

“No I do. I love your face with or without though and I can kinda tell you didn’t wanna put it on.”

“How could you tell that?”

“For one you were pouting and you usually never hesitate to do something unless you really don’t wanna do it.” You smiled a bit as he grabbed your face.

“Besides you look so beautiful right now and I just wanna lay down and watch some cartoons with you.”

“Can I put pajamas on?”

“We’ll put pajamas on together...Hey real quick though why did you think I’d care if you had make up on?”

“Well...to be honest my ex kinda did..had to make sure I looked presentable at all times so he could stay..glad he didn’t though you came along..”

“Yeah he sounds like a douche nozzle. I’m glad he left so I can show you that I don’t care how you look. You’re not getting rid of me at all. I mean at all. I just wanna make sure you are comfortable. If you wanted to never wear make up again I’d still be here.”

“Do you really mean that?..”

“Yeah. You are beautiful with or without make up and you should only put it on only when you want not because you think you need to please me. Now can we please watch the scooby doo live action movies and wear pajamas. I’ll order a pizza.”

You couldn’t possibly be more in love with him.

Number Two

It was going to be a great night.

You friends birthday was today and she invited all of you for a small party at her place. Thing was she planned it last minute.

Fidgeting a bit, you cautiously approached Adrian as he washed the dishes. “Hey honey...whatcha doin?”

“I’m washing the dishes.” He laughed a bit turning around.

“You look nice...and smell nice..”

“Yeah..I was wondering if it’s okay with you my friend is having a last minute hang out for her birthday and I wanted to know if I could go? I promise to make it up to you! I’ll figure out a ride home in case I decide to drink! I-I just would really like to go-”

“Hey hey! Calm down! Of course you can go dude.”

“Really?”

“Yeah why would I say no? Go out with your friends have a good time.”

“Okay..” You smiled at him giving him a small kiss. “Do I look okay?”

“You kidding me? You look incredible. Also about what was said before if you need anything and I mean anything please call me. Be safe.”

“Thank you Adrian! I promise I’ll make it up to you-”

“You have nothing to make up to me buttercup. You also don’t have to ask for my permission to go out either you know that right?”

“Really?”

“Yes really. All you gotta do is let me know that you’re gonna go out with some friends. I’ll say that’s cool just keep me updated so I know you’re safe and to please send me your location. It’s like when I go on patrols.”

“Oh..I never thought of it that way..You sure you’re not upset with me?”

“I promise you I’m not. Now you should start heading out. Message me when you get there so I know you’re safe and call me if you do end up needing a ride.”

“Okay thanks Adrian! I’m gonna finish getting ready!” You cheered a bit running to the room.

Adrian made a small promise afterwards to always make sure you felt reassured and safe enough to not feel the need to ask him for permission for simple things.

Number Three

It was your one year anniversary. Adrian had officially moved into your home and you had wanted tonight to be special.

So you ordered pizza and rented out his favorite movies for the night. Adrian was already home as you walked in carrying the pizza.

“I’m home!”

“Oh hey!! I’m in the shower. Give me a minute and I’ll be out!”

“Okay!!” You sighed a bit getting dressed in more comfy clothes looking around once you heard a small chirp.

It was Adrian’s phone.

Grabbing it, you tensed up once realizing what you were doing. Quickly dropping his phone you backed away from it feeling scathed and guilt rise in your throat.

Why did you grab his phone and look at his messages? Adrian is gonna be so mad. They always are.

It was their business not yours.

“Y/N! You okay? You’re being kinda quiet!”

“Oh sorry!” You nervously replied. Hands fidgeting against your will, you groaned a bit knowing you needed to tell him.

“Adrian!”

“Yeah?!” Adrian peaked out behind the curtain seeing you enter the room.

“Your phone buzzed. You got a message. I’m sorry I touched it-”

“Oh! What did it say? Who is it from?!”

“What?...”

“My phone? Who messaged?” You tensed up thinking the worse. Was he testing you? Was he was just waiting for you to do it to yell?

“Y/N? You okay? You look pale?” Adrian grew concerned turning the water off to step out.

Adrian would never do that.

“It’s Emilia she said your guys mission was moved to this Friday instead of next week.” You read off his phone quickly and anxiously.

Adrian hummed, “Oh okay can you respond back to her for me?”

“What?”

“I’m gonna dry up and change can you please respond back to her?” Adrian shot you a questioning smile.

“What would you like me to say to her?”

“Just type okay for me! Add a mermaid emoji!” Adrian approached you quirking an eyebrow as you tensed up. “Y/N?..You okay?”

“I’m sorry I touched your phone. I know it’s your business. I already let Emilia know, but if you’re gonna yell at me can you do it now so we could get it over with..”

“Woah woah! Yell at you? Why would I do that?” Adrian laughed a bit shaking his head. He planted a wet kiss on your cheek grabbing his shirt off the bed to begin dressing.

“Because I touched your phone?..”

“So what you touched my phone? Big deal. You’re allowed to do that Y/N. You can go through my phone anytime you want.” Adrian booped your nose walking around you to grab his sweat pants.

“I can...” He turned around seeing the uncertain small look on your face.

“Yeah honey you can..Are you okay?” You nodded looking away. Adrian shook his head grabbing your face to stare at you.

“What’s going on in that pretty brain of yours?” Adrian hummed waiting for your response.

“My ex..almost all of them would get angry if I so much as placed their phone somewhere else, but you just let me message someone and said I can go through it anytime I want.”

“Yeah you can..God I hate that piece of shit you dated. Look I have absolutely nothing to hide from you. Go through my phone anytime you want.” Adrian placed a small kiss on your pouting lips.

“You smell good.” You smiled as he pulled away.

“Thanks it’s your shampoo.” He grinned pulling you away. “Now let’s go relax.”

Number four

“Shit..” You groaned out feeling Adrian move his lips down your neck.

Adrian moaned out grinding down onto you as he fiddled with your pant buttons. He kissed you once you grabbed his face whispering his name softly.

“Adrian..”

Adrian glanced at your face for a small moment taking you in. His hands roamed along your sides sliding them under your shirt. “Yes honey..”

“I love this a lot, but I’m not really in the mood..” Adrian stopped his movements freezing on the spot.

“I’m sorry. I probably should’ve mentioned it earlier, but I just really wanted kisses and cuddles..”

“Oh..”

“Yeah..please don’t be upset! I’ll make it up to you! Or maybe if we can keep going I can get in the mood-” Adrian shook his head kissing you quickly to shut you up.

“You have nothing to make up for and we are not continuing if you’re not up for it.”

“But I’m your girlfriend. I know sex is kinda a big deal and I don’t want you to think I’m stuck up. Or think that I’m not interested in you. I’m your girlfriend I know I should be willing whenever.”

“You are not stuck up and I know this doesn’t mean you’re not interested in me. You’re allowed to not be in the mood” Adrian shook his head kissing your forehead.

“Okay I’m sorry Adrian..”

“You have nothing to be sorry about..Who said anyways that you always have to be ready for sex!” Adrian tried to joke but grew quiet seeing your eyes grow watery.

His eyes darkened once he realized.

“I will never and I mean never pressure or force you to do anything you do not want. If you are not in the mood for sex, then we don’t have sex. Instead we cuddle and kiss just like you wanted.”

“But-”

“No more buts. You are my girlfriend and my equal half. I give you the respect you give me. My heart is yours. I think it’s always been yours and it breaks my heart when you think that I wouldn’t treat you in a way you deserve to be treated.”

You felt a couple of tears fall down your face as you jumped up throwing your arms around Adrian. He smiled kissing you gently as you thanked him.

“You deserve to be treated good and I promise I will always be the one to spoil you and be the one care for you.”

Number five

You groaned throwing down your clothes frustrated at the fact that what was once a cute pair of jeans now were a unwearable cute pair of jeans.

Your favorite pair couldn’t even make you feel better. Nothing felt right.

“Fuck me!”

“Don’t mind if I do!” You screamed a bit throwing a nearby pillow to the door where Adrian stood.

“Nice..you do that to all the intruders or am I your loving boyfriend just lucky?”

“You’re the lucky one.” You smiled sheepishly as you turned back to face the mirror.

“I look gross...” You sighed dejectedly as Adrian approached wrapping his arms around your waist resting his head on your shoulder.

“You’re not gross? You look just as beautiful as ever.”

“No..I just look bad..”

You gave Adrian a small pointed look. Adrian smiled running his hand down your sides. “You look great..”

“But my body feels bloated and I look weird and I gained some weight!

Adrian groaned, “There’s always a but with you! Most of the time they don’t even make sense! Who cares if you gained weight? Or if you’re bloated! I can reassure that you do not look weird.”

“Don’t you care if I gained weight?”

“Fuck no! You kidding me!” Adrian groped your ass grinning as you jumped. “I love your body. I love it so much! I could care less if you gained weight or if you’re bloated. As long as you’re healthy and happy I do not care!”

He lifted you up tossing you on the bed. “You say that now-”

“And I mean that now. Look Y/N I love you. I’m so fucking crazy about you that I don’t even understand it myself. I love you very much..”

“I know you do..I just worry sometimes I wanna be enough for you-”

“No shut up. In the nicest way possible shut up. You are way too good for me.”

“No I’m not-”

“Yes. Yes you are. You are so much better than me. You say you wanna be sure you’re good enough for me? Y/N I kill people for fun and fight aliens on a daily basis. I am a fucking busboy and nerd who still plays dnd but alone so no one judges me. You are way more than enough for me. You are everything.”

“I’m everything for you?..”

“Yes. Look you are my first love and the very first person I have ever said I love you too. I know you don’t have the best experiences with past relationships, but I am not those guys.”

“I know you aren’t..I’m sorry Adrian-”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Now let me finish.” He jabbed your sides causing you giggle.

“I know I’m not your first I love you like you are mine. I know I’m not the first person you’ve ever caught feelings for again like you are mine.”

You laughed a bit as he kissed your cheek blowing a raspberry giving you a look of what you could only describe as adoration.

“What I do know is that I would love and would do anything to be the last person you say I love you too. The last person to keep you happy, safe and loved. I know I don’t say it often enough, but I love you.”

“I love you too and believe me..you are and will be the last person I say I love you too..”

“Good...now get dressed and let’s go out for some of your favorite.”

“I hate you for being so good Adrian..”

“Well that kinda stings.”

“Shut up and kiss me dork.” He rolled his eyes kissing you softly.

“Since you insists..I mean it though if you ever feel insecure or you need me to reassure you then I will always be more than happy to do so.” You nodded grasping his face.

“Hey just to clarify..You’re my everything too..”

“Good..I will never let you go.”

There were five times that Adrian proved that he loved you.

You have to say the fifth one and the day you got married were your favorites..

#adrian chase #fanfiction #vigilante fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #adrian chase x you #fanfic #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker #vigilante peacemaker

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honeysuckleharringtons · 2 years

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"Kaufman Shoes" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: When Steve and Lori run into Y/N once again, Lori is determined to make Steve ask Y/N out on a date.

Pairing: Single Dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,404

Content Warning: mentions of food, honestly i think that might be it? but as i always say, let me know if i missed anything!

Genre: Fluff

Extra Notes: i know that light up sneakers aren't historically accurate but this is my world and i make the rules

Based On: a conversation me and @dungeons-are-too-cold had lol

Originally Written: 10/14/2022

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single dad!steve blurbs masterlist can be found here!

"Daddy, are we almost there yet?" Lori asked for probably the twentieth time before taking a sip of her apple juice.

"Almost, bub," Steve answered, reaching over to give her a reassuring caress of the cheek.

Steve was almost regretting his decision to bring his daughter along on his shopping trip. Though he made sure to pack her favorite Scooby-Doo plush and multiple Barbie dolls, he knew she'd get impatient after a while, and that was a breeding ground for a tantrum, which no one wants to be a part of.

But Saturdays were Lori days. One of his two days off, Saturdays were set aside to spend time with his daughter. Normally, it would be spent playing Barbies in her Townhouse (courtesy of Dustin, who'd begged Steve to let him buy it for her birthday) or taking her to the Hawk to see whatever movie she'd been begging to watch.

However, when Steve got the news that Family Video was hiring a second manager, he leaped at the opportunity. He didn't see any reason not to—similar hours, extra pay, and it came with health insurance. Unfortunately, this meant spending his Saturday looking for a suit and dress shoes for his interview.

Luckily, Steve was able to bribe his daughter with a Happy Meal afterward if she promised to be on her best behavior. Of course she'd promised she would, but Steve secretly had his doubts.

Soon enough, they'd finished the half-hour drive into Lafayette, Steve parking as close to the building as possible so as to not wear Lori's legs out any more than he had to.

"Up," she requested as he helped her out of her car seat, her little hands doing a grabbing motion to signal what she wanted.

Steve sighed, regretting his decision to teach her what the word "up" meant. "OK, but just until we get in the store. Daddy's gonna need his arms to try on some clothes."

"OK," she hummed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he lifted her.

Steve closed the car door with a slight slam! before walking into Kaufman Shoes, apprehension weighing heavy on his shoulders as soon as he walked in the front door.

"Welcome to Kaufman's- hey, it's you!"

He immediately laid his eyes on Y/N, who somehow managed to look even prettier than she had in Family Video.

"Hey," he smiled, trying to hide the fact that he was nearly blushing at the mere sight of her.

"And you!" she grinned, walking around the counter to greet Lori. "I love those shoes. Too bad we don't sell anything near as chic as those."

Lori giggled as she showed off her favorite sneakers. "They light up when I stomp!"

Y/N let out an excited gasp. "Can you show me?"

Lori nodded before swiveling her head to face Steve again. "Down, please."

He chuckled as he placed the girl on the ground. "Be gentle though. Don't want you making too much noise, OK?"

Lori let out a nod before stomping hard on the beige carpet. She giggled as butterflies on the ends of her shoes lit up neon pink. "See?"

Y/N bent down, her face lighting up almost as much as the shoes on Lori's feet. "Woah! Those are so cool! Can I borrow them sometime?"

Lori's lips scrunched together as she thought about her answer. "Well, I'm not sure they'll fit, but if you can squeeze into them, sure."

Steve chuckled at his daughter's politeness, leaning down to leave a kiss on her hairline. "That's very sweet of you, Lori-girl."

Y/N's hands clasped together, turning her attention back to her actual job. "So, what can I help you with, Steve?"

Steve exhaled, nervously wiping his palms on his jeans. "I'm on the hunt for a suit and some nice shoes."

Y/N nodded understandingly. "Mhm. Any particular style?"

He let out an awkward and embarrassed huff. "I'm gonna be honest, I haven't gone shopping for a suit since my high school graduation three years ago," he admitted, a bashful blush creeping into his cheeks.

She gave him a sympathetic smile, leading him toward the back of the store. "I think I know just the place to start."

Steve found himself popping in and out of the dressing room, modeling various suits, looking to Y/N and Lori for approval. For what felt like hours (but in reality was only about forty-five minutes), he tried on suit after suit, hoping something would check all the boxes on his mental checklist.

"OK, how about this one?" he asked, making his way out of the dressing room in a basil green suit, the tailored pants accentuating the length of his legs perfectly.

Lori stood from her spot on the floor, grip tight around her Barbie doll. She walked up to Steve, her head swiveling up and down to look him over. "Hmm, do you think it'll match the tie I picked out for you?" she asked.

Steve's expression softened as he looked down at the girl. "You picked out a tie for me?"

"Mhm," she answered, motioning over to Y/N, who was holding onto the tie for Lori.

Y/N held up the tie, showing off its blue and green paisley print. "Didn't she do such a good job?" she asked, a smirk tugging at her lips.

The print was less than attractive to Steve, but he could never say no to those rosy cheeks and silky pigtails. "I think it'll match perfectly," he said with a nod.

Another twenty minutes later, Steve had finally found a pair of shoes that complemented the suit he'd decided on.

The three made their way to the checkout counter, Lori's legs wrapped tight around Steve as she sat on his hip. "Pssst," she whispered in his ear, sitting her chin lightly on his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he chuckled as he placed his items on the counter.

"You should ask her on a date," she said softly.

Steve's cheeks heated up even hotter than they had the first time he'd met the woman standing across from him. "Lorraine, what has gotten into you?"

"Well, what else would you need a suit for?" she shrugged, this time speaking at normal volume. "Don't people usually wear suits on dates?"

Y/N giggled as she finally understood the topic of their conversation. "I agree, Lori. It's a very nice suit to wear on a date," she added. "What's the occasion anyway, Steve?"

"A job interview," he answered proudly. "Not many dates on my agenda."

Y/N zipped up the garment bag before carrying it around the checkout counter. "But you aren't completely opposed to the idea of adding a date to your agenda?" she smirked, holding out the bag.

Steve nearly shivered as his fingertips brushed against hers. "I suppose not."

"Well, I think any woman would find you as attractive as I do when you're wearing that suit," she blushed.

Steve stumbled over his words as he attempted to find something to play along with her idea. "W-would you? Maybe wanna go on a d-date or something?"

"Hmmm," she said, thinking over her answer. "Will you be wearing something as handsome as your new suit?"

His cheeks flushed even more red than they already were. "If you wanted me to."

"Then it's a date," she nodded. "If you want it to be."

"I-I'd love that," he stammered. "When are you free?"

"Saturday nights after work usually work for me, if that's good with you. I understand if you have prior commitments."

Steve turned his head to face Lori, who was now sporting a proud smile. "What do you think, Lori-girl? Would next Saturday be OK with you? Would you wanna spend next Saturday with Maxi? I know we usually spend Saturdays together but would you be OK with that?"

Lori nodded, proud of herself for her successful session of matchmaking.

"How does 7:00 sound? Maybe we could meet up at that new Italian restaurant that just opened up in Hawkins? If that isn't too far out of your way," Steve fretted.

A smile once again made its way to Y/N's mouth. "Sounds perfect."

And with that, Steve and Lori made their way to the BMW, Steve mentally preparing himself for his first date since Lori had been born… and Lori planning through all the ideas she had to make Steve and Y/N's date the most memorable date they'd ever been on.

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frogsndogs · 7 months

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I feel like if they were to make another Scooby Doo series, they should reboot the 13 Ghosts (properly this time). Lemme tell you why:

(Also Note: I have not seen the 13 Ghost movie in it's entirety so pls just keep that in mind)

okay so first we could have that found family dynamic that everyone loves and that the 13 Ghosts had amazing set up and some execution but i don't think reached it's full potential.

Dad!Vincent parenting a bunch of wack kids who insist on helping put the demons back and they keep showing up at his house how did they even find this address I live at the top of a cliff in the middle of nowhere what do you mean you brought my Chinese food - that delivery person gave you my adress didn't he I always knew he was a bad egg

Next I think that we should get a proper Flim Flam and Vincent backstory - how did they meet? where? Why is Flim Flam staying with Vincent? and we could have some added depth there

And an cool aspect of Flim Flam and Vincent's relationship is that Vincent is a real-deal wizard where Flim Flam is (like his name suggests) a con artist. I think this could bring an interesting facet to their relationship and maybe even drive the inner conflict of at least one episode

Then I think that we should have more lore abt the Chest of Demons, like where it came from, how they were trapped originally, etc, etc,

Explore the magical community and Vincent's place in it

along these lines ppl in the magic community must have at least heard of the Scooby Gang and their exploits - watch Scooby become a celebrity in the Magic world and have one of those cliche "fame is dangerous episodes" while building lore

Daphne leadership role!!!

I always kinda went with the idea that Daph, Shag and Scooby didn't tell Fred and Velma abt the chest bc they wanted to protect them from the demons

Like when they were originally going after the demons they weren't just tracking them - they demons were tracking them back and it often got dangerous, so we could have some tension with Fred and Velma thinking that the trio is lying to them and a heartfelt episode with that

Then I think that Weerd and Bogel deserve a redemption arc

They were always treated badly by the demons and i think that the one episode where they pretend to team up with the gang could be a turning point where they realize how teams are supposed to work and how the gang shows them (their enemies) genuine compassion

They're funny and they also have a complex dynamic that I would have liked to explore

I think that Daphne's sister (either an older one from SDMI (prob Delilah) or a younger one, like the one that was pitched with Scrappy to be his owner(kinda leaning towards this)) would be a good edition

Depending on if she was older or younger she could be a mentor or a good friend for Flim Flam and Scrappy

I see this Daphne as being more of a leader than her goofy BC self(who I love don't get me wrong) but I think that Daphne's sister could bring a goofier element with Flim Flam and Scrappy

AND

BRING BACK SCRAPPY

He was such a good boy in this series - such a good friend to Flim Flam and so supportive of his uncle

There is so much wasted potential with his character, in my opinion but that's for a whole other post probably - this has already gotten longer than i expected

anyway that's most of my ideas - i probably have more somewhere in my head

#scooby doo #scooby gang #shaggy rogers #daphne blake #13 ghosts of scooby doo #scooby doo rewrite

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waywardnerd67 · 2 years

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Broken Road

Title: Broken Road Summary: She moved to Helena to escape her past to end up running into the one who got away. Main Characters: Beau Arlen, Reader Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Implied Smut Word Count: 5132 A/N: My first go at Beau…

(Y/N) sped past the city limit sign of Helena, Montana. From all the research she had done, Helena was the perfect spot to start new. Small town vibes but populated enough to have a Starbucks. As she drove down the main street in town, she took note of a few shops to visit. One sign caught her eye, Dewell & Hoyt Private Investigations.

She chuckled, “Wow a real life Scooby-Doo gang.”

Focusing on the road in front of her, (Y/N) headed towards the small ranch her dad had purchased and left for her before his death. The last five years had been the darkest of her life. Between an ugly divorce and her dad dying in a drunk driving accident, (Y/N) didn’t think she would make it through it. A cold chill ran down her spine as flashes of what she had drug herself out of speed through her mind.

Cresting over a hill, the beautiful golden log ranch house came into view. It rested on a modest ten acres of land with thick woods lining the property line. Immediately all the anxiety and heaviness she constantly carried on her shoulders faded. For the first time in years, (Y/N) took a long, deep, relaxing breath.

For the next several weeks, (Y/N) settled into her new home and getting to know her new town. She even found a little bookshop that was looking for a part time clerk. It was the perfect opportunity for her to earn extra money while making time to work on writing her book. She couldn’t help thinking that her dad had some kind of idea of knowing that this move would be exactly what she needed.

Walking into Turn the Page bookshop, (Y/N) found Loryn, the owner talking with a woman with long auburn hair up into a messy bun. Her thick rimmed glasses slipped down her nose as she spoke animatedly. Loryn glanced up seeing (Y/N) walking towards the backroom.

“Good morning! Fresh coffee in the pot and a box of brand new books waiting for ya.”

She smiled, “You’re too good to me.”

The woman’s head perked up, “You have a similar accent to our new, handsome sheriff. Are you from Texas?”

“Um… yeah, I am. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She held out her hand as the woman took it.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Denise. I work over at Dewell and Hoyt.” Denise shook her hand as she asked, “Have you met our new sheriff?”

“Thankfully, I haven’t gotten into any trouble to merit meeting the sheriff. You said he’s from Texas? Do y’all get many Texans up here?”

Denise shook her head, “Not really. Sexy Sheriff Arlen is the first I’m aware of.”

(Y/N) froze hearing his name. Memories that had been buried deep in the dark hole of her mind were playing like a movie.

“(Y/N), you alright?” Loryn asked, squeezing her arm.

It had to be someone else. There was no way it could be the same man from high school. The man who was the love of her life. The one that got away.

“H-His name wouldn’t happen to be Beau?”

By the expressions on their faces, she knew it was him and suddenly the room felt like it was closing in on her.

“You know him? Do all Texans know one another?” Denise chuckled as she looked down at her watch, “Shoot, I gotta get. Cassie will be in the office any moment. Nice meeting you (Y/N), stop by anytime to chat about Sheriff Arlen.”

She rushed out the front door as (Y/N) took in a couple of shaky breaths. A chorus of ‘It’s A Small World” began playing in her head. Beau Arlen. One person she never thought she would see again, let alone thousands of miles away from their hometown.

“Okay spill… how do you know our new Sheriff?” Loryn asked, tapping the counter to get her attention.

“It is a long, very long, complicated story. I’m going to get started on restocking the Young Adult section.” (Y/N) walked off towards the opposite side of the small shop trying to control the memories flooding her mind.

August 1998

“This is dumb.”

Beau’s laughter filled the clearing as he stripped off his t-shirt, “Come on (Y/N/N), cut loose and have a little fun.”

She watched as he pushed his jeans down to his ankles then kicked them off along with his boots and socks. They were at Lake Conroe in a remote part off the main path. Beau had thrown a rock up at her window two hours earlier and they drove out to this spot. Their spot. Her eyes snapped up hearing a splash and Beau’s head emerging from the water.

“Get your beautiful ass in here.”

She watched as he dove under the water revealing his bare butt. Her cheeks burned as she turned away from him. They had been friends since grade school and flirted with one another over the last year. They acted like a couple, but Beau never asked her out… officially. (Y/N) let her shorts drop to the ground and pulled her tank top over her head. When she looked over her shoulder, she noticed Beau was facing away from her.

“You know it’s killing me not to look right now but my momma raised a gentleman.” He called out with a chuckle.

(Y/N) kept her eyes locked on him as she pulled her bra over her head tossing it with the rest of her clothes along with her panties. The water was still warm from the hot summer day and the tension she unknowingly was seizing her muscles began to relax as she emerged herself fully.

“O-Okay, you can turn around.”

Beau slowly turned to face her, his dark eyes shining in the moonlight. He held his hand out to her and pulled her to him. Their bodies met and heat rushed over her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful when you blush.” His fingers brushed against the side of her face then back behind her head, “May I kiss you?”

She nodded as he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was gentle, sweet and not what she had been expecting for their first kiss. She had read about passionate first kisses in books and seen them in movies. When he pulled away, she found herself chasing him for more.

“(Y/N)...”

A shiver ran down her spine seeing the doubt in his eyes. Dread pooled in her stomach as every insecurity ran in her mind.

“Beau, you don’t have to say anything. I get it. Can… Can you take me home now?” (Y/N) tried to push away from him but he held onto her tighter.

“Stop (Y/N), stop trying to push me away.”

Tears were running down her face, “Beau let me go. You clearly don’t want me after that kiss so let’s forget it ever happened.” She pushed harder against him only to get nowhere.

His hands slipped beneath her thighs wrapping her legs around his waist. Gasping, right before his lips crashed against hers. His hard length pressed firmly against her.

“I want you…” He let out a harsh breath, “I want you so much that I can’t think straight. The moment I kissed you, I wanted more. I wanted all of you.”

His forehead leaned against hers. She could see his eyes were close and his jaw clenched as she moved against him.

“I’m yours Beau. I always have been.” She whispered.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, “You’re making it nearly impossible for me to be a gentleman.”

“I already know you’re a gentleman. I already know you’re a good man.” She lifted his chin so his eyes met hers, “I want to know that this sickening sweet desire filling my veins is real or just fleeting teenage hormones for the only man to ever show me any kind of attention.”

His hands went up into her hair, pulling her lips to his, “Are you sure (Y/N)?”

She nodded, “Without a doubt, yes.”

Present Day

(Y/N) leaned against the bookcase trying to think of anything but that night on the lake. It was the first of many midnight rendezvouses of love making. That summer was the best of her life. Beau made her feel alive. Wild and free. Random road trips of getting lost and having to explain to their parents why they hadn’t come home until the next day. Making out in the back of movie theaters or going to house parties with Beau’s football team.

Eventually, her dream summer had to end and reality hit them full force. (Y/N) was headed off to UT-Austin and he was staying in Houston to join the police force. She believed there was no way for them to keep their relationship going long distance.

“(Y/N)?”

Loryn’s voice cleared the Beau fog clouding her mind, “Yeah?” she forced a smile on her face.

Her doe-like eyes seem to be able to pierce the wall (Y/N) was quickly trying to build around her. She patted her shoulder giving her one last knowing look.

“If you ever want to talk I’m here for you.”

Her shoulders relaxed beneath her friend’s touch, “Thank you. I truly appreciate that.”

The rest of (Y/N)’s day was seemingly uneventful. She went about her tasks around the bookshop and Loryn treated her to lunch. The small diner was across the street from Dewell and Hoyt and (Y/N) couldn’t help but keep looking over to see if she could catch a glimpse of Beau. It had been nearly two decades since she last saw him, but something told her that she would recognize him instantly. Not that she would know what to say to him. The last time they had seen each other was the night of her bachelorette party.

November 2011

The bar was wall to wall people, the whiskey was flowing and music was drowning out everything around her. (Y/N) was dancing with her best friends and they were the center of attention of everyone around them. The six of them had been through college, heartache and successes together. (Y/N) was the last of them to get married and they were going all out for her last days as a single woman.

“(Y/N), there’s a hottie eying you from the bar.” Her maid of honor yelled in her ear.

She rolled her eyes as she turned towards where she was pointing. Time suddenly stood still as her eyes landed on the Houston Sheriff. His eyes unmoving as she stared at him.

“I love a man in uniform.” Her friend giggled.

The tethered between them pulled her feet forward towards him as her friends cat called her over the band playing.

“W-What are you doing here?” She yelled, keeping some distance away from the man she dreamed about every night.

He leaned in towards her ear and (Y/N) was hit with an intoxicating wave Beau naturally musk mixing with his cologne. Her knees wobbled and her head began to spin as his husky voice filled her ears.

“Let’s go somewhere more private and quieter.”

Her mind screamed for her to walk away, but her body instantly followed his command following him towards the main door. When the cool night air hit her it cleared the fog that he had surrounded her in.

“Beau, what are you doing here?”

He led her around the corner to an alleyway where she saw his cruiser. The noise of the bar muffled and no one in sight as (Y/N) leaned against the front of her car. That was when she made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. They were dark and intense as he walked towards her. He was intimidating in his uniform that fit perfectly in all the right places.

“I heard you were back and I…” His fingers grazed the side of her face, “I had to see you.”

She swallowed hard, “I-I’m getting married…”

His large hand cupped her cheek and she immediately leaned into his touch, “I know. I’ve run into your parents from time to time. Is he-”

She looked up to see his eyes closed and his jaw clenched, “good to you?”

“Yes.” Her answer was immediate, but what came next from her lips was from deep within her soul, “But he’s not you.”

His eyes snapped open and time stood still before his lips crashed to hers. Her body ignited into hot flames as he set her up on the hood and wrapped her legs around him. She felt the same wild freedom she had that summer when they crossed the line from friends to lovers. His hands cupped her face and a cold, harsh reality pressed against her cheek.

(Y/N) pushed him back releasing her legs from around him and slid off the hood, “We can’t. Shit, we can’t do this.”

“(Y/N)...”

“Don’t. You’re married and you have a daughter.”

She looked up seeing his surprised look as she chuckled, “You’re not the only one getting updates from my parents. I know all about Carla and Emily.”

He looked down to the ground, “Oh. Carla and I… we’re going through-”

“I don’t care. This,” She motioned between them, “can-not happen. You have a family and that should be your only concern. I’m getting married to the first man who finally made me feel even a fraction of what you made me feel.”

Her chest tightened suddenly making it hard for her to breathe, “I-I have to go.”

(Y/N) turned around to walk away when Beau’s hand grasped her elbow turning her into his embrace. She tried to push out of his grasp but his hold was tight around her. Her body betrayed her as she relaxed against him, unable to fight the feeling of being safe and at home within his arms.

“You’re right. We shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have come to find you.” He lifted her chin for her eyes to meet his, “But I had to see you. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you because I’m still in love with you.”

She let out a shaky breath, “Beau, please…”

He kissed her forehead, “I love you, (Y/N). I hope whoever he is treats you well and loves you the way you deserve to be loved.”

With that (Y/N) watched him get into his car and drive out of her life one final time.

Present Day

When (Y/N) arrived home, she noticed a letter taped to her front door. The envelope was blank and her heart began to race as she looked around expecting to see Beau appearing from the shadows. Snatching the envelope, she walked inside and headed towards the kitchen. Pouring herself a glass of whiskey, she opened the letter only to drop her glass to the floor upon seeing the handwriting.

“No. No, no, no.” She muttered reading the short letter, “Shit. Shit!”

(Y/N) quickly went to the main hall closet and grabbed her dad’s old Winchester rifle. Making her way through the house making sure no one else was inside of it. She locked all the windows, drawing the curtains close then double and triple checked the locks on her front and back doors. Panic fueled her adrenaline making one more pass around the house.

Setting the rifle beside the couch, (Y/N) cleaned up the broken glass and took the bottle into the living room. Her mind was racing of how he could have found out where she was and which ranch was hers. She stared at the front door, rifle right next to her ready to take down anyone who entered. By the time she watched the sun peek out over the horizon, (Y/N) knew she needed to get help.

Still in the same clothes as yesterday, she stared up at the Dewell and Hoyt sign before finally walking inside. Laughter was ringing throughout the office as three women came into view. Denise immediately recognized her and rushed over to her.

“(Y/N), right? What’s wrong dear?” She guided her over to the other two women who were leaning against Denise’s desk.

One was a gorgeous blonde whose hair was pulled into a side braid over her shoulder. She wore a classic band shirt beneath a leather jacket tucked into her tight jeans. The other was an equally gorgeous black woman with long, curly hair and dark eyes. She was dressed more like the other people in the town with boots, jeans and plaid shirt.

“Cassie, Jenny this is (Y/N). She works with Loryn at the bookshop.”

Cassie held out her hand, “You’re from Houston, right?”

She nodded, shaking each of their hands, “That’s right. My dad bought the ranch up on Old Mill Road for me right before he died a year ago. I needed a new start and this seemed like a good place for that.”

Jenny chucked, “We get that a lot around here.”

“Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” Denise asked as the bell from the door rang.

“Oh look, the gangs all here…”

(Y/N)’s body stiffened from the familiar voice behind her. Her eyes snapped up to Cassie’s who gave her a curious look as Jenny walked towards the man behind her.

“This isn’t a good time, Beau. I’ll meet you back at the station.”

(Y/N) turned around to see Beau come to halt as his wide olive eyes stared at her, “(Y/N)?”

“Hey Beau.”

She swallowed the large lump in her throat and tightened the leash on her body. She wanted to jump into his arms and feel the safety he always brought to her. Keeping herself from doing that was taking every fiber of her willpower to do.

“Holy cr… what are you doing here? Are you alright?” He immediately came over to her and the moment his hands touched her shoulders (Y/N)’s willpower vanished.

Launching her body against his tears flowed freely down her face, “I-I’m scared… I’m scared my ex is here and he’s going to do something bad. I need… I need help.”

His arms tightened around her and (Y/N) could feel his chin resting on her head. An agonizing sob escaped her lips and she buried her face into his chest.

“Shhh, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He pulled back enough to look down at her when someone clearing their throat caught their attention.

“Obviously, you two know each other.” Jenny said, staring right at Beau.

(Y/N) stepped out of his arms, but when she tried to take a few steps away he reached out grabbing her hand.

“(Y/N) and I were childhood friends in Houston. We kind of lost track of one another as adults.”

(Y/N) looked from him to Jenny as they had a silent conversation. She recognized the familiar longing in her eyes and immediately withdrew her hand from Beau’s. She wrapped her arms around her waist not daring to look up at the man beside her.

“Why don’t you tell us why you need help with your ex.”

It was over an hour later that Beau was driving (Y/N) back to her house. They had not said a word to one another since she explained everything that had happened in her divorce and the police’s suspicion that her ex had something to do with her father’s death. He parked his old truck in her normal spot and followed her up to the front door.

“Thank you for the ride home.”

She unlocked the door, surprised that Beau walked inside before her, “If you think I’m letting you out of my sight then you’re sadly mistaken.”

She sighed, “Beau, I’ll be fine. I have Jack and Winchester here with me.” (Y/N) pointed to the bottle and rifle next to the couch.

He chuckled, “Those will definitely help while I keep watch and you get some much needed rest.”

“Still as stubborn as ever. Are you hungry? I can whip up some grub for us.”

For the first time since seeing him a genuine, handsome smile spread across his face. It was the same smile she fell in love with as a teenager and still made her heart skip.

“I am always hungry for your cooking. You don’t happen to have the fixin’s for your famous chili and grilled cheese?”

“I do, but that will take a few hours.” She chuckled.

“It’s worth the wait. I haven’t had a decent chili since leaving Texas six months ago and don’t get me started on the barbeque situation up here or breakfast tacos. God I miss breakfast tacos.”

She started laughing, “Maybe I can start my own diner with breakfast tacos and chili. I could call it Chicks and Beans.”

His bellowing laughter joined hers, “That’s a great idea! I will be your number one customer.”

“For now, I’ll start on the chili and see what I can make in the meantime for some lunch.”

(Y/N) kept herself busy in the kitchen getting the chili started and making her version of breakfast tacos for them. She was walking back to the living room when she heard someone knock on the door.

“It’s alright, it’s only Jenny Hoyt.” He answered the door letting her inside, “What you got Hoyt?”

Jenny’s piercing blue eyes went from her holding a tray of freshly made breakfast tacos to Beau and back. A small smirk curled on her lips as Beau rolled his eyes.

“Hoyt! What. Do. You. Have.”

“Seems like I’m in time for some brunch. May I?” She pointed to the tray.

(Y/N) nodded, “Help yourself but Beau may fight you for them.”

“I can take him.” She took a bite, “These are amazing… w-what are they?”

“A Texas delicacy known as the breakfast taco.” She looked up to see Beau shaking his head before sitting down next to her.

“Any time before I die of old age.” He grumbled before taking his own bite, “Oh god, I’ve missed these so much.”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks burning hearing Beau moan his enjoyment and Jenny staring at her. Quickly, she averted her eyes to the ground, no longer hungry for food, but for something else.

“We think we might have a lead on your ex. Denise called around to some local motels that she has an in with and we think he might be staying at the Blackbird Inn. Cassie and I are going to check it out.”

“I’m coming with you.” Beau stood, grabbing another taco.

Jenny stood as well, “No. We got this. You should stay here in case he comes here. Cassie and I can handle ourselves.”

(Y/N) reached up grabbing his hand. Looking up, she knew she didn’t need to say what she was thinking. Beau simply nodded at her then looked back to Jenny.

“I need a moment before you head out.”

(Y/N) watched them step outside on the porch before she moved closer to hear what they were talking about.

“Take Poppernak with you. You don’t know what you’ll be walking into. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything…”

Jenny cut him off, “We’ve been in worse situations, but I’ll take Pop just in case.”

Beau sighed, “Thank you. The moment you have this guy in custody, call me.”

(Y/N) heard Jenny’s boots stepping down the stairs before she spoke again.

“You know this whole time I thought it was Carla that you were still in love with.”

Beau scoffed, “I told you I’m not.”

A small chuckle came from Jenny, “I can see that now. You’re still in love with the woman inside. You should tell her. Trust me, you don’t want to miss out on that chance.”

There was a long moment of silence before Beau cleared his throat, “Duly noted. Hoyt, thank you.”

(Y/N) took a few steps back as Beau opened the door. His olive eyes meeting hers knowing she had heard everything. He walked past her and into the living taking his spot on the couch again. She sat on the opposite end, the silence between them growing more uncomfortable by the second.

“What do-”

“Are you-”

They both spoke at once before (Y/N) motioned with her hand for him to go first. His leg bounced nervously and he was fidgeting with his jacket.

“What do you want to know? I know you have to have questions and I’ve never been able to keep anything from you. So shoot.”

He was right. She had a million questions about Carla and Emily, what happened to their marriage and what brought him up to Montana. However, the only question burning at the end of her tongue came tumbling out.

“Are you and Jenny a thing?”

He slowly turned his head towards her, raising an eyebrow, “Really? That’s what you want to know about?”

“No. I want to know everything that has happened to you since that night of my bachelorette party. But, I need to know that… I mean… I don’t want to…”

“Spit it out, darlin’”

Her eyes narrowed on him, “I want to make sure I’m not infringing on anything between you and her. I don’t want to get in the middle of that.”

Mischief was shining in his darkening eyes, “Why is that? Do you think something is going to happen between us?”

“History has proven that it will. After Josh, I vowed I wouldn’t make any stupid, impulsive decisions when it comes to matters of the heart.”

(Y/N) took in a deep breath as Beau’s tongue darted out over his bottom lip dragging it beneath his perfect teeth.

“Do you feel like that a lot around men?”

She shook her head, “Only you. So, I want to know if anything does happen that I’m not going to have to face the gorgeous sheriff who is obviously attracted to you.”

Beau stood up walking over to the window. He peeked out the blinds and she watched his shoulders sag for a moment.

“There’s nothing official between Hoyt and I. We flirt. We have each other’s backs. We’ve both had broken hearts.”

He turned towards her as she nodded, “So, you like her as well. I can see why. She’s gorgeous and I’ve heard the stories of her being a badass. I’m happy you found someone.”

His intense eyes were locked on hers as he walked towards her. (Y/N) started to squirm in her seat as Beau leaned in towards her.

“I found someone a long time ago. Everyone else since then has only been fleeting which is why I’ve put up walls concerning Jenny. There’s only ever been one woman who could smash through those walls in an instant.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, “Beau…”

His lips were on hers before she could say anything else. Her hands immediately went over his shoulders pushing his jacket down his arms. He tossed it to the side, breaking their kiss long enough to snatch her up over his shoulder.

“Beau!” She giggled.

“I’m not losing you again. I’m not backing down from this second or third chance. Bedroom?”

He brought her legs around his waist holding her firmly against him. His lips leaving a hot trail of kisses down the side of her neck.

“Down the hall… to the left…” She breathlessly murmured as his lips met hers once more.

She heard him kick the door shut behind them before turning and pressing her back against it. Her feet touched the ground as his hands pushed her shirt over her head. Another passionate kiss was shared as she worked on undoing his belt and jeans while Beau quickly worked on getting his button down undone. He pulled the white tank over his head as she began to push his pants down towards the floor.

Suddenly he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed behind them. She landed in a fit of giggles that faded as soon as she saw the glorious naked man in front of her. Her eyes traveling down his well toned body and noticing new scars that decorated his skin. One particular scar on his shoulder looked newer than the others.

His eyes followed hers to the scar and there was a longing in them from the memory she could see running in his head.

“Want to talk about it?” She asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

“No. I want you to take off the rest of your clothes,” He shook his head climbing over her, “so I can make love to you.”

In a few swift movements Beau had her bare and she was reminded of the scars she bore. Immediately she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to move away from him.

“Are these… are these from your ex?” Beau gently took her hands in his and moved them from around her, “He hurt you.”

The pain in his voice made her eyes well up, “The physical scars are nothing compared to the mental ones. He… broke me, Beau. I’m damaged. Now’s your chance to run if you want and I don’t blame you.”

(Y/N) watched his trembling hands brush against the longest of scars on her side. He leaned down pressing his lips to it, taking her by surprise. With each kiss he placed on her scars more tears fell down her cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere except to kick that guy’s ass when I get the first chance.” He wiped the tears from her face.

“Reminded of the woman I used to be. The carefree and happy woman. The one that always felt wild and free. The one who loved without hesitation.”

Beau settled himself between her legs and the weight of him was comforting to (Y/N). She ran her fingers over the scar on his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

He chuckled, “I’m supposed to be asking you that.”

She nodded as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. The world stopped for a moment as everything aligned into perfection. Beau and her. Together as it was always meant to be. Desperately, (Y/N) tried to commit every feeling and sound to memory. However, it was his right olive eyes lovingly looking down at her that would be the last she remembered.

A dark figure from above them stood pointing her dad’s Winchester at them.

“I told you if I couldn’t have then no one could.”

“BEAU!” She screamed.

A single shot rang throughout the room and everything went black.

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judgementdaysunshine · 9 months

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Hello my little thinker <3 Can you please write about a Liv Morgan x fem!reader. Where they are taking care of the readers little sibling. I need to melt from some fluff of yours? 😘😘

Yessss babbyyyy

Practice

Pairing: Liv Morgan x Fem reader

Description: You and Liv spend the day baby sitting your younger siblings

You smile when you see your mom with your baby sister in tow with your younger sister and brother. You and your girlfriend agreed to watch your three young siblings for the day since your mom needed to run errands for the day and originally had asked your brother and his wife to watch them but they had left for out of town just an hour earlier, so you and Liv agreed to watch all three of them which made your 12 year old brother and 9 year old sister excited and you were real happy to get extra one on one time with your baby sister who was 12 months old, you hug your siblings and your mom waving as she leaves and you immediately lead them outside to the swimming pool and all of you swim together holding your sister to you while liv plays with your other siblings. All of you dry off and go to the park, enjoying the cool breeze and sunny day for two hours then eating pizza before heading home and watching movies together, you smile sweetly full of warmth when you see liv and the baby asleep on the couch while you and your two siblings finished Robots and started watching Scooby Doo, you take pictures until she wakes up and holds your sister to her chest "You're doing great, this is great practice" she raises her eyebrows as you giggle quietly and hold your sister in your lap "Practice for what?" you grab and hold her hand as you smile bigger "Practice for when we have kids" she smiles and turns a rosy pink and sharing a quick kiss as you grab and hold your sister who ended up falling asleep on you, your mom calls and asks if you could keep them for the night and you both agreed a few minutes later all of you were in bed upstairs, you hold your baby sister on your chest as she sleeps, you brother and sister cuddle and sleep wrapped in liv's arms and you spend half of the next day together until your mom came and picked them up, feeling excited when the two of you will have children and always see the two of you so happy that the two of you were with your siblings.

#wwe x reader #liv morgan #wwe #liv morgan x reader

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godresembled · 1 month

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ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE(S):

æther the reality stone — marvel

aurora amets — sleeping beauty (1959; modernized)

bella swan — twilight saga (anti smeyer)

belle marchand — beauty and the beast (1991)

ben solo / kylo ren — star wars (ep 1-8)

bruce wayne / batman — the batman

bucky barnes / the winter soldier — marvel

carina smyth barbossa — pirates of the caribbean

chrissy cunningham — stranger things

daemon targaryen — asoiaf

daenerys targaryen — asoiaf

daphne blake — scooby doo (the witch's ghost / on zombie island)

druig — marvel

gaston legrand — beauty and the beast (1991)

heather miller / edith sawyer — texas chainsaw massacre

helaena targaryen — asoiaf

henry creel / 001 — stranger things

jackson rippner — red eye

lancelot du lac — cursed (netflix)

laura kinney / x23 — marvel

natasha romanova — marvel

phillip altman — this is where i leave you

remy lebeau / gambit — marvel

rey virens — fandomless oc

rogue — marvel

selina kyle / catwoman — the batman

shmi skywalker — star wars (ep 1-8)

WANT TO WRITE: (maybe i will write them someday, maybe not)

i just want to write again, truthfully. but there's always muses from the last thing i've read/watched floating around my head:

if i thought i was smart enough i'd love to add some dune muses blending movie/book canons, especially chani and alia

lisa swallows — lisa frankenstein

taffy — lisa frankenstein

the creature — lisa frankenstein

jason bourne — the bourne identity + supremacy

salem the cat — sabrina the teenage witch

sabrina spellman — sabrina the teenage witch

coriolanus snow — a ballad of songbirds & snakes / the hunger games

murph — interstellar

henry jones iii / mutt williams — indiana jones

selene — underworld

HAVE WRITTEN:

i doubt i can remember them all but let's try:

several babysitters club characters (far too many to remember)

several fandomless ocs for random rpg tumblr groups i can't remember anymore

prince phillip —sleeping beauty (1959)

rey nobody — star wars (modernized and turned into my rey virens oc)

rey palpatine — star wars

violet hunter — sherlock holmes (the adventure of the copper beeches)

dahlia gladwin — fandomless oc

ava starr / ghost — marvel

ricky reyes / ghostrider — marvel

dani dennison — hocus pocus

lilly kane — veronica mars

will caldwell — fandomless oc

amelia ander — stranger things oc

lady — lady and the tramp

felicia hardy / the black cat — the amazing spider-man

aemond targaryen — asoiaf

jasmine — aladdin (1992)

harry potter — harry potter books (anti jkr)

WOULD WRITE AGAIN:

i'd probably write any and all of them again if the muse came back or was requested

tagged by: @luckhissoul tagging: @paramounticebound @chaoticjoke @notonlyfriendsbutallies @vntagetee @sevenbulletsavior @kylo-wrecked + whoever would like to do this!

#ooc — it's me hi (i'm the problem)

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starclast · 9 months

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About my experience with Scooby Doo

Okey, if you have seen some of my fanart carefully, you may have noticed that...I'm a Scooby Doo fan. And honestly: who isn't? No matter in what year you were born, you pretty much grew up alongside (at least) one of the many- MANY series and movies from the Scooby Doo franchise. So, even if you are not really a *fan*, you certainly know about this famous gang with a talking dog and the *meddling kids* phrase is probably stuck on your head. Aaand so, as a fan, I just wanted to talk about my experience with some of stuff from this franchise!!

To be honest, my first REAL interaction with the franchise is...pretty blurry. Like, I honestly cant remember which one was the true beginning!! O__O But still, I can say a couple of guesses. First, I own a vhs of the *first* and one of the best Scooby Doo movies in existence: Scooby Doo on Zombie Island. When I saw this movie for the first time I was confused about why they were separated and other things so...I think I wasn't really aware of the gang before that?? Still, I really enjoyed this movie and it remains as one my favorites till this day (P.S: And surprisingly, I didn't get scared at all!? :o)

My second guess is that I saw an episode of the old series (one from the 60s to 90s) on TV one day, though...I cant really say what episode exactly, hehe.

Still, I (kind of) remember when I saw the first live action Scooby Doo movies for the first time! I think...before I saw the first movie, I already watched a scene from the second one, specifically: the one where the gang is knocking at the door of the *villain*s haunted house. Buuut well, back to the first one! I saw (the full movie) on TV one day and I really, REALLY loved it! It had some kind of charm and atmosphere which I can't really describe, but it caught me immediately!! And ooh boy, the Latin Spanish dub was incredibly funny!! XD This movie also remains as one of my favorites of all time!

It took a couple of years (but not really too long) for me to see the second movie. I also liked it, but not as much as the first one, which is curious, considering that aesthetically, this movie is more Scooby Doo like than the first one. Oh, and as a side note! I didn't ship Shelma back then. Actually, I didn't ship anyone inside the gang. I mean, I saw Fred and Daphne kissing and all but I didn't think much about it =__=

Years passed and I grew up seeing all the Scooby Doo animated movies that came year after year. Back then there was also the *What's new Scooby Doo?* series (which theme song still remains in my head), but aside from one or two episodes which I was lucky to see on TV, I couldn't see much of it. That's why the movies were my only Scooby Doo related entertainment.

More years passed and then it came out: Mystery Incorporated, one of the best (if not the BEST) Scooby Doo series of all time. Sadly, I wasn't really interested in it back then. I was in my teen years and since I had *grew up*, it would be very childish of me to watch a Scooby Doo show now. Still, I was lucky enough to watch some episodes on TV. One of the episodes I saw featured Shaggy and Velma as a couple and then I was like *Wait- they can date??*. I stood silent for a few moments, then I was like *Cool* and kept viewing the episode like noting. I still didn't think much of it, but the vision I had of their characters had already changed a little.

Some time later, I found a place where they sold DVDs and along the many of them, I found one with Scooby Doo movies which I hadn't see before. I bought it and then I finally got to see movies like *Scooby Doo and the witch ghost* for the first time. A few months later, I also found two DVDs with the two seasons of Mystery Incorporated, so I said *why not?* and bought them. And Oh-MY, I LOVED IT!! Sadly, the episodes weren't exactly in order and the second DVD didn't have all the episodes of the second season so, I couldn't finish it, but still, it was worth it! here, I kind of started to actually ship Shelma.

Many-MAAAANY years later (now in college), I finally got the chance to see the series as it was supposed to be, and I just have to say: I loved it even more! Although the series itself *broke* the ship, I still liked it and couldn't *move on* from it as I was supposed to...and so, here I am, still shipping it!

Aand finally, we come to the fanmade live action Scooby Doo series. I never heard or saw anything about this project until last year, when I stumbled upon the pilot on Youtube. I was curious so I watched it. I didn't have any expectations, but I was gladly surprised with what I saw. I had such a good time that I immediately showed it to my friends! And still now, I'm eagerly waiting for the next episode! (...While creating my own fantasies already, as you know XD)

One thing I wasn't sure when I was first sawing the pilot, was about Chris Villain, who takes the role of Shaggy in this series. As he have said, he doesn't look like Shaggy at all (physically speaking, of course), so I was a little out of place at the start...But as the minutes passed, I got to care and actually SEE this version of Shaggy functioning (it even made me cry at one point for how rough his situation is TT w TT). Now, he is definitely my favorite out of the cast (about both, actors, and characters) and I'm excited to see what else will come across him ^w^/

So yeah, as you can see, I ship Shelma in almost all its forms. It may not be the *right* ship for a lot of people, but I still like them and think they can work together as long as someone cares to do them right.

EXTRA:

To be honest, I NEVER saw the TV movies before. If it weren't that one day I stumbled upon them out of pure luck, I would probably continue to know nothing about these movies. At first, I didn't want to watch them because...lets be real: it didn't look good to me. The cast, the scenery, even Scooby look kind of weird. But well, I decided to give them a chance anyway. The first one was okey, nothing really extraordinary, but enjoyable still. The second was...*particular* to say the least (so much that I had to close my eyes out of embarrassment sometimes). Still, it was nice to know this version of their characters because I think they would be funny to work with!

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Halloween at Oya High

Summary:Halloween at Oya.Cobra get´s a text from Murayama who left for a short roadtrip to look after Oya and make sure they don´t burn down the school with a crazy Halloween party.When Cobra showes up there he expected a lot,but certainly not this.A group of crazy panicking teens.Screaming about dead friends and death threats,blood and a dead snake pinned to the door with a knife.When then the lock breaks and a little girl asks Cobra to come to play with dead people,he tries not to go crazy too while controling the Oya High students,now locked in like feral caged animals.

Pairings:Yasushi/Shidaken,Cobra/Murayama,Fujio/Tsukasa

Warnings:blood,horror elements,dead bodies kinda

Authors Note:Have fun:)

Each Halloween night Fujio and Tsukasa have their own tradition. They sneak away to their hideout to watch horror movies and eat a ton of candy.This year they sneak into Oya High to celebrate when night falls.They´re seated on their leather couch they dragged inside to the nearest classroom as the thunderstorm started earlier.They found a shitty tv,the screen did break in a corner and the color goes crazy every now and then and yeah even the sound is kinda off but Fujio enthusiastically announces that this will add an extra horror effect.So they fixaded it on a beer crate and searched a sofa table sized kinda furniture that holds all sodas and candy as they watch the movies chosen for this year and have a great time.

Tsukasa puts down his can of soda turning off the tv when they hear a noise other then the screaming of the horror movie from the soon to be dead victim.Speakers that blast a beat to some hip hop music.They exchange a look before heading towards the noise. They kick open the door to the room the music comes from and nearly give Nakagoshi and Nakaoka a heart attack as they both jump back screaming.It was hilarious so they break out laughing at hearing their squeaky screams.“Fujio!What are you doin here?!“Nakagoshi asks as Nakaoka lowers the music.„Horror movie night!Heard some crazy noises and came to investigate“Fujio shruggs.“You?“ „Just finishing a grafitti from earlier.“Tsukasa looks skeptically. “Eh?!You´re literally gonna be here tomorrow.Why sneak in at night for a grafitti?“Tsukasa asks confused.„Oi Sherlock Tsukasa,wanna hear it.Ok.Nakagoshis parents are fighting and my Mom kicked me out for the night,so we throw a two men party.Greatest way to celebrate halloween anyways.“Nakaoka shruggs putting the grafitti can on the nearest table.

That´s when they hear a crash of something heavy.“I swear that shit ain´t on us this time!“Nakaoka defends throwing up his hands in defeat.“Let´s check it out!“Fujio anounces enthusiastically.„Yeah great let´s go play Scooby Doo.“Tsukasa shruggs.The leave and search for the source of the crashing and breaking sounds that doen´s necessarily seem to stop,so it´s easily found.When Fujio throws open the door to the Yasu-Kiyo faction classroom,they see Kiyoshi,breaking bottles and kicking around furniture in a fit or anger.Meanwhile Tsukasa ignores the creepy shadow that seems to dissapear at the end of the hallway behind a corner.

„Oi Kiyoshi!“Fujio exclaims loudly as the others head snaps towards them.“The fuck are yall doin here?!Ain´t got nothing else to do?!“He growls,trying to sound threatening but sounds more exhausted then that.“Celebrating halloween.Where´s Yasushi?! Thought the Crazy Duo is unseperable?“Tsukasa responds.Kiyoshi grumbles something in defeat they can´t quite make out.Exept for Nakaoka who breaks out laughing.“Yasushi´s on a date?!Hilarious!So you´re angry because your collegue get´s choochie and you don´t?!“He teases,tears from laughter streaming down his face by now.„Lucky Bastard eh?!“Fujio smiles.That´s when the door opens again to reveal Todoroki,Shibaman and Tsuji.

„Oh no I found monsters in our school!Their hideous!“Tsuji exclaims towards Shibaman.„Those creepy crawlers gotta come out at night eventually!“Shibaman chuckles.„Very ugly creatures indeed.How do we get the honor of a nightly visit?!“Todoroki smirks.As if he owns the school.Dickhead.Kiyoshi thinks bitterly.„Oi!Same question goes to you and your two lackies“Tsukasa states.Hearing a angry scoff behind him,Todoroki lifts his hands to stop Tsuji and Shibaman dead in their tracks„Nosy,nosy,nosy...“ Todoroki shakes his head,pretending to be dissapointed.

„Shiba´s sister got her lover over,nobody wants to see that shit,so after recoloring our hair we dipped when the storm started.Easy.“Tsuji explains rolling his eyes when Shibaman elbows him in the ribs.They hear the entrence door slam shut and a squeal out in the hall.Jamuo,looking like a wet rat,drenched in rain comes in the room.“Sorry!Missed the subway,then the one after that too!“ Tsukasa rolls his eyes,smiling fondly.“I swear the entrence slamming shut wasn´t me tho!“He throws his hands up in defeat looking around as if one of the others could explain it.

„I saw some kinda shadow earlier,might be that guy.“Tsukasa shruggs and Fujio and Jamuo´s head snap fast enough for a whiplash.“Eehhh?!“Todorkoi shakes his head.“Takajo Tsukasa the horror blonde cliche´.“He chuckles.“Yeah?!Then let´s be more cliche´.We go and check it out.“Tsukasa challanges,heading out the door.“Tsukasa!“Fujio exlaims following him.One after the other swears and follows the two.

„So crazy story someone did break the lock.“Fujio snickers nervously,scratching his neck.“The thunderstorm got worse Fujio,the strong ass wind probably knocked the door shut heavy enough to break it.“Todoroki explains.Tsukasa looks around when he sees another shadow,thinner and smaller then the other.He runs towards it but the shadow seems to have disspeared.He turns towards the others.“I swear he was right here!“He exclaims pointing where the shadow dissapeared.That´s when they hear a creeking door and a crazy laugh.“Oooh hell nah!I´m outta here!“Nakaoka is the first to exclaims,slight panic in his voice.“Yeah man let´s fucking dip!“Tsuji adds.“Wanna kick in the metal door?!The be my fucking guest.“Nakagoshi points out.“Where the windows all barricaded with wood before tonight?“Fujio asks confused.“Isn´t ther this window shattered into a thousand pieces or something?!The one Yasushi kicked in when we got drunk.“Kiyoshi exclaims.“Yeah?! that´s great!Where is it?“Fujio asks eyes big.They don´t wanna hear the answer that Kiyoshi will give them but fuck this shit.„Basement.“He grumbles.“I hate you!“Nakaoka screams at him.„I don´t wanna fucking die here,c´mon!We´re leaving!“Jamuo urges.So they all head towards the basement.

They reach the window Kiyoshi was speaking about and it´s nailed shut.“Motherfucker!“Shibaman exclaims kicking a table.„Oi!“A scream comes from the shadows and Oya High screams.The two shadows break out laughing and step into the light to reveal Odajima and Sachio?!“Heya!“Odajima waves.“Now for those two is no explenation why they should be here though!“ Fujio calls out.“We´re searching Shidaken.“Odajima explains and Todoroki chuckles.“Entertain us.Why would Shidaken be here at Oya High in the middle of the night?“Tsukasa raises an eyebrow.

„We loacated Shidakens phone here.After the shit with Amagai,we downlaoded this app for emergencies.He didn´t show up earlier and we can´t reach him.“Sachio explains.Tsukasa nodds,great idea,the only one that got beaten worse then him in this whole escalation with Amagai was Shidaken after all.It´s Jamuo who freaks out first.“Shidaken´s dead!We´re gonna find his head!“He squeaks.“What´s wrong with you?!“Sachio asks him shocked.„To explain and probably early deescalate,we had one or two creepy encounters earlier that we can´t explain.We´re also kinda stuck here because the lock did break off and windows are suddenly nailes shut.“Fujio explains smiling through his nervousness.“Eh?!“The two Housen members knew it wasn´t a great idea to show up here.“Let´s just all head back towards the classroom,realx and find a solution.We´re gonna call someone who will open the damn lock from the outside but there´s no reception in a basement.“Todoroki explains calmly.

Sachio shakes his head,Odajima rolls his eyes but they all end up heading back towards the Yasu-Kiyo classroom.A new grafitti on the chalkboard makes them stop dead in their tracks.It´s blood red and smeared all across is;Entertain me with your fears.Run and scream but you can´t escape.“That´s some quesationable decoration even for the crazy duo.“Odajima states,leaning his head towards the side and crossing his arms.“Not the time for art critisism dude!“Nakaoka exclaims.“That shit wasn´t there when we were leaving for the fucking basement!“Kiyoshi yells.„Great.“Tsukasa groans.“We gotta find a solution outta here.“Todoroki shakes his head,taking out his phone.“No cell service.The thunderstorm.“He sighs heavily.“We break the door open.We´re like twelve guys.“Fujio says enthusiastically.„We´re not alone here Fujio!“Nakagoshi urges.“Yeah something´s wrong here man.“Shibaman says.„We´re not leaving without Shidaken.“Sachio exclaims and Odajima nodds.

„It could be a serial killer.“Jamuo says dramatically and the color dissapears from his face.“No.“Todoroki simly cuts off his mental breakdown.“There are no serial killers sneaking around in high schools.Especially not in the shitty delinquent ones where nearly everyone carries their own weapons.“Tsuji explains and Shibaman hits Jamuo over the head.“Oh yeah?!There´s no escape.Shadows with crazy laugh sneaking around and Shidaken is apparently in our school in the dear night.Then the bloody threat!“Jamuo screams his throat raw at this point.“It´s halloween man.The night where the border of the living and the dead smears together.“Nakagoshi says,haunted look in his eyes.“Don´t be crazy we´re just gonna break open the door and leave there will be some tools lying around here.“Tsukasa says going towards the closed door when Jamuo throws himself infront of his friend.

“If you wanna make it easier for the killer then be my freaking guest!“He screams eagerly throwing the door open and a guy stands infront of the door in the shadows of the hallway.Damn this shitty school and their broken lightbulbs.They scream loudly and the shadow steps into the room to reveal Cobra?!What in the Scooby-Doo shit is going on at Oya High?!As they all scream Fujio jumps onto Tsukasa clinging onto his friend for dear life.Jamuo jumps behind Shiba and Tsuji.The only one not screaming or clinging desperate to his co leader is Todoroki who breaks out laughing at the sight of Fujio.“Oya High´s leaeder everyone!“Cobra looks like his heads about to explode when he screams for them to shut up.“Oi!I nearly pissed myself!“Fujio exclaims grumply climbing down from Tsukasa.“Cobra-san what are you doin here?!“Tsukasa asks.“Murayama asked me to check if you throw a party and burn down Oya while he´s on a roadtrip with Furuya and Seki!“

That´s when there´s another crash followed by a crazy histerical laugh and a scream.„Nooo,uhuh,yeah nope.I´m outta here!“Cobra exclaims trying to run off but is stopped dead in his tracks by Jamuo´s dramatic scream.“We´re all gonna die!“The kid is borderlining on histerical by now.“So we´re all dead?!Would someone explain what the fuck is wrong with you lunatics?!How would you come to that conclusion,c´mon crazy kid,entertain me.“Cobra says as he turns towards Jamuo,rolling his eyes. „There´s some crazy shit happening tonigh.Some shadow sneaking around lock broken,windows nailed shut!“Fujio explains.“We gotta follow the horror movie rules!Then search a way outta here.Escape the psychopathic killer that killed Shidaken!“Jamuo screams eagerly.Cobra stared at Fujio like he grew a second head.“Someone´s fucking dead?!Why don´t you fucking lead with that?!“Cobra screams angrily.„No!“Tsukasa interrupts.“No one´s dead!“Cobra freaking out is the last thing they need.„We localeted Shidakens phone here at Oya High after we couldn´t contact him.Now we just havent´found him yet and there´s some weird shit happening„Sachio explains not wanting to risk any kinda confrontaition with Sannoh´s leader.“Yeah last time I couldn´t reach him he was nearly beaten to death!“Odajima adds.Cobra nodds understandingly.“Soo just to be sure because you know halloween night where living and dead can cross borders freely because their kinda smeared we wanna be sure to follow the horror movie rules.“Nakaoka adds.“So drama kid,rules?“Cobra turns towards Jamuo.

„Yeah!So,virgins have a great survival rate!Don´t do anything sexual whatsoever!“He eagerly explains.„Noo.That would be like fucking my brother i aint ever fucking my brother.“Nakaoka shudders.„Great thanks for establishing that.“Todoroki says sacasm dripping from his voice.As a great shock for everyone it´s Sachio who speaks up.„I´m dead.“He nearly whispers in denial.„I`m gonna die too.Gonna join me in death Todoroki<3?“Odajima teases,leaning closer and innocently blinking at his boyfriend,who tries to hide a smirk.

„Oh yeah I´m a goner.“Tsuji shrugs,chuckling.“Oi!At least I ain´t dying alone!“He then hits Shibaman in the shoulder.“You´re a dead man walking dude!“He laughs.“Take it serious!“Jamuo squeaks.„Oi!At least my ass is safe take that Yasushi!“Kiyoshi screams in extacy.„We´re dead but not Yasu-Kiyo?!C´mon!Where´s Yasushi anyways?“Todoroki asks.„With lover boy.“ „I´m soo dead.“Cobra exclaims offended.All heads turn towards him with a puzzled expression.“Congratulations playboy!You get a shit ton more action then me.Why not scream it out.Manslut.“ Cobra´s deathglare towards Kiyoshi is legendary.“I swear that came out wrong!I´m not slut-shaming.I´m slut encouraging!I´m not judging,I´m jealous.“Cobra shakes his head.„Murayama´s dick.The death sentance.“Fujio leans towards Tsukasa chuckling until Cobra hits him over the head.„Shidaken´s dead!“Nakaoka exclaims.Odajima breaks out laughing.„Eyy!Goo Shidaken!“He exclaims.Tsukasa shakes his head with a heavy sigh,leaving without the others noticing.

„We can´t celebrate that Shidaken got lucky“Fujio states and Todoroki shakes his head highly amused by that lunatic behavior.“We gotta find a solution“Todoroki states,„Yeah I´m just gonna be seatet right here waiting for any great ideas.“Sachio says. „I got one!“Jamuo screams.“Oh yeah?!Then let´s hear it.“ „Follow the goddamn horror movie rules!“Jamuos screams turn higher.“Bullshit.“

„Oiii that´s for the straights Jamuo!“Odajima exclaims loudly scaring the shit out of Sachio.“The gay survival rate is great!You´re gonna die in the sequel tho...“Jamuo seems the desperatly think of a possible answer.“Don´t be so meta.“Tsuji laughs.“Don´t we still have some liquor from the last party?!“Kiyoshi grumbles searching.He triumphantly holds up a nearly empty bottle of Tequila.When Cobra snatches the bottle,hitting Kiyoshi over the head,who growls threatingly.Cobra doesn´t flinch whatsoever. „Don´t do drugs kids.“He says as he flicks down the cap and takes a big swing Tequila.“I won´t do this shit sober.I´m dead anyways“His voice drips with venom and sarcasm as he takes another sip.Heavily conemplaining if Oya High puts lsd in their air wents or some similar crazy shit.He get´s seated,throwing his legs up on the table,leaning back.“So?!Now I wanna hear the other horror rules that shits hella entertaining.“

„Don´t split up!Don´t say i´ll be right back,because you won´t be!The lone survivor will be the only one back for you funeral!“He continues.“Great,Imma take a leak I´ll be right back!“Tsuji says and Shibaman laughs.„Why wouldn´t you listen?!Tsukasa!“He screams eyes searching wildly for his friend.“TSUKASA!“The door opens and Tsukasa,completly relaxed returns.“What?!I went to take a piss.When you wanna tag along next time to entertain me or wanna help me you lunatic then be my guest.“ „Just piss into a empty glass bottle man.“Kiyoshi smiles evily eyeing Cobra.Revenge is sweet.“That´s what Yasushi and I do with the empty Tequila bottles.“He lies.

Cobra who was mid-taking a huge swing of tequila stops dead in his tracks.Eyes nearly jumping out of his head.Choking brutally on the tequila,coughing and gasping for breath as the others look morified at the revelation on what Cobra might´ve drank.Kiyoshi breaks out,howling with laughter.“I´m joking!That´s tequila!“He wheezes.When the tequila bottle misses his head by an inch.„Now we´re all gonna relax,no one forces any bodily fluids in bottles,especially non Cobra-san drinks out of.“Fujio chuckles.„Tsukasa have you seen the creepy shadows again?!“Tsukasa shakes his head.„Nah,didn´t see nobody.But still kinda creepy yo.“Jamuo sneaks closer,trying to seem threatenining.„Why creepy why on the ever loving piece of shit earth would you say creepy?!“He squeaks.„You will all push the laws then you will be dead!“Jamuo screams histerically and cobra hits him over the head before getting seated on the table.“Shouldn´t you protect the night with your S.W.O.R.D wannabe vigilante shit?!“Kiyoshi asks.„No that´s on the others tonight.Also against popular belive I have a fucking life too man.So now I´m stuck here,with great entertainment and the honor of babysitting a bunch of histerical teens that think I´m gonna die.“Cobra grumbles.

„And you´re crazy rant doesn´t necessarily makes sense tho.“Todoroki turns towards Jamuo.„It makes sense when you watch a ton horror movies!“Fujio adds.„Yeah,I´m a pussy.I´m not watching that.Where´s Yasuhsi when you need him?!“Jamuo groans.„For what`!To throw him at the killer to run and escape?“Tsukasa laughs.“Or Yasushi´s the killer!“Jamuo screams.„Oi!Jamuo!“Kiyoshi screams as a warning.„Where is he then?!You two are always together!Now he´s with his love sacrificing a human somewhere!“He explains with a ton of confidence.„Not funny Jamuo!“Kiyoshi gets louder.„Hilarious,actually.“Fujio snickers and Tsukasa nodds.“YASUSHI`S HOUSE OF 1000 CORPSES!“Jamuo is scared of Yasushi on a normal day,now it´s escalating.„It´s gotta be a halloween prank or what?!You´re gonna believe there´s a psycho killer on the loose?!Ridiculus.We´re dead ass 13 fucking people if we including the grown ass man that lead a biker gang.Nothing is gonna happen!Nobody is even dead jet.“Todoroki scoffs.„I don´t wanna end in a horror movie!“Tsuji whines.“I don´t wanna cut of my body parts!Please don´t let us be in Saw!“ Nakaoka groans.A heavy thud against the door makes them all stop dead in their tracks.Cobra´s head snaps towards the noise.

He hesitantly get´s up and throws open the door stepping out in the hallway,that´s meanwhile dark and empty.“C-Cobra-san!“Jamuo screams when he turns around the younger one points towards the door.There´s a knife jammed door,fixaded with the blade to the wood is a toy snake,a cobra.Blood smeared all over.Then a creepy little girls voice comes from the speakers;“Cobra come and play with me<3.We´re all dead here,we can play togehter it´s gonna be a party!“He growls turning towards the horrified teens.He rips the knife out if the snake.“We´re leaving!“He grumbles.„I´m gonna rude boy my way of the roof if it´s necessary but instead we search that damn exit in the basement and kick it down.Party is over.“He´s leaving and learns after two steps their hesitation.He sticks his head in the door way.“C´mon!Write a letter to your loved ones and lets hustle!“He exlaims.The others swear and curse under their breath following Cobra.

They head towards the basement and hear a woman screaming in one of the old storage rooms.They stop dead in their tracks infront of the door.Whispering and fighting who should open the door.Cobra kicks open the door to get punched in the face.The room is pitch black exept the colors flickering from a old tv.He has no idea who punched him but he throws one right back,ending up cobra-twisting whoever punched him.“Oi!“The guy screams.That´s when Fujio hesitatntly turns on the lights to reveal Cobra fighting Yasushi.“Uncobra-twist me blondie!“He growls as he bites Cobra,who let´s Yasushi go with a squeak.The little rat did even break his damn skin.“That´s not a monster its our monster!“Fujio breaks out laughing and Jamuo points towards the old couch.„Yasushi killed Shidaken.“Shidaken who was sleeping peacefully with his head leaning backwards on the couch now wakes up grumpily.“What the fuck?!“He sleepily asks,rubbing his eyes. “Shidaken?!You´re not dead?!“Jamuo yells and Shidaken rolls his eyes pretending to check his pulse.“Not dead,now again.What the fuck?!“

„Great left hook.“Cobra admits holding his bruising jaw.“Yeah?!My right one´s even better.“Yasushi grumbles.“How the fuck did we forget that Yasushi´s lover boy is Shidaken?!“Odajima exclaims laughing.He looks towards Yasushi seeing he wears Shidakens sweater jacket.“Domestic bitches.“He leans towards Sachio who tries to hide a smirk.„I can´t even eat the amount this makes me wanna vomit.“Kiyoshi grumbles.“Yo!What is wrong with you?!“Nakaoka exclaims disgusted as Shibaman dry heaves and Tsuji turns away from the Tv.“What are you watching,getting inspiration for the next fight?!That´s crazy!“Fujio stares at the Tv.„I had no idea that´s physical possible.“Todoroki nodds.„I will get soo many nightmares.“Fujio says.„Yeah I an´t gonna sleep alone the next few week,“Shibaman mumbles.„Great your sister can scoot over im coming too!“Tsuji agrees.„I gotta bleach my eyes.“Tsukasa groans.“What I love this clown!“Yasushi defends.

„So the crazy screams earlier in the hallway....Did you and Shidaken...“Fujio asks.„What in the fifty shades of grey,BDSM,kinky shit would Shidaken need to do,so Yasushi would scream like that?!“Cobra exclaims.Tsukasa breaks out laughing.„Not gonna lie Yasushi loves to scream for entertainment alone.“Fujio smirks when Odajima then turns towards Yasushi.„Heya,uhm short question!Why you gotta sneak around with Shidaken tho?“He asks leaning towards them with a shit eating grin.“Yeah!Great question!“Fujio nodds eagerly.“Sneaking around like that is crazy even for you man.“Tsukasa shakes his head.

„So,we clearly see what,or sorry,who´s gotten into you but why Shidaken?!“Odajima snickers into his sweater.“Not helping Odajima.“Todoroki scolds.Odajima sees the colors of Shidaken and Yasushi´s face change into red.“I bet Yasushi is one kinky bitch man.“Tsuji says and Shibaman nodds in agrement.Odajima leans closer.“I´m not mistaken then?Neat!So,how was it?!“He asks a emberassed Yasushi.The others break out laughing and Yasushi turns around hiding his face in Shidakens shoulder.“Kill me dead this time.Right there.C´mon please.“Yasushi groans towards Shidaken poiting at his temple and Todoroki scoffs again.“I wanna have the tea Todoroki.I love it that´s a juicy story!“He defends hitting his boyfriend with the sleeve of his sweater.„It´s not juicy it´s fruity.“Nakaoka snickers.“Fruity as fuck.“Nakagoshi barks out a laugh.

„What the fuck are you all doing here anyways?!“Shidaken asks. He deseratly takes anything,to distract from his sexlife.“At least we weren´t bonding with a former enemy we beat the shit out of to the extend of reopened stiches on the head.“Kiysohi grumles still bitter.“Boning not bonding Kiyoshi.“Nakaoka chuckles.„Whatever I don´t wanna see that in my head.“Kiyoshi says.„Also theres a difference between bonding and bondage.“Tsukasa snickers.„MOVING ON!So what´s with the crazy meetup?!“

„We all have some crazy luck to all come here for a different reason,end up meeting.Then creepy shit happened,shadows,the lock breaking,nailed shut windows,screams and crazy laughing. Until there was a bloody death threat on the chalkboard.They located Shidakens phone here,we thought you killed him.Then a knife and a dead snake in the door and a creepy girl inviting Cobra over the speakers to come and play with her because they all can be dead together and that´s a party.“Fujio breaks it down for Yasushi and Shidaken.“So he´s gonna put the fun in funeral?!Great“Yasushi asks confused.

„Yeah?!Then in this situation,it´s every hoe for themselfes!“ Shidaken exclaims throwing his hands up in defeat.“Are you crazy?!Nah.We´re like nuns now!We travel in pack!Did yall lost what´s left of your minds?How did yall forget we can kick ass?!Even cobra-twist the shit outta me can kick ass!“Yasushi screams enraged.He had a great night until these lunatics showed up,saying he deadass killed Shidaken?!„Please behave like a normal human being for at least once....“Tsukasa explains shaking his head, grimacing and pinching the bridge of his nose.„Great a grown ass man,leading a gang then running with this brainless shit?Are you all crazy,you dumb fucking pissheads?!“Yasushi continues to screaming his throat raw.

„There was a bloody death threat on the chalkboard!“Fujio defends angrily pointing towards the closed door.“No ones dead yet.“Cobra says being ingnored.„Yeah not because Oya High´s non existend teachers run outta chalk easily with all the teaching.That´s hella shady.“ Nakaoka adds.„It was deadass the voice of a little girl too!“Shibaman defends.„Yeah but the screams weren´t man!“Tsuji exclaims towards his friend. Todoroki loves to see this unfold,thinks there´s an explanation,no one will end up dead but that´s still entertaining as fuck.“So a deranged killer kid?!The what´s the issue?!Kick it!Oh what you gonna tell me you ain´t gonna fight a crazy killer kid?!“Yasushi asks.„No I wouldn´ kick a kid.“Tsukasa sounds so dissapointed.„Yeah bohoo!Congratulaitons on being a peace loving hippie Tsukasa!I would kick it.Kids are just sperms that you grow into a pet anyways.“ Yasushi yells.„Oi!Non of yall dumbasses ever seen Orphan?!The little girl was a 33 year old psycho,murking off her entire family!It´s not an excuse when you look physically like a kid.You can still be a bloodthirsty luantic!“Odajima adds putting himself on team kick a kid.

„I will play soccer with that kids head if it´s a grown ass killer!“Shibaman defends.“C´mon horror freak!“Tsuji adds towards Yasushi.“What do you think about it?!“He urges as they hear a giggle over the speakers.„They create fear and make us crazy,so we fight each other and seperate.Then they can kill for example our soon to be first victim Cobra.The dramatic first kill of the blond hot guy.“Yasushi explains.“Why the fuck me?!“ „The hot blonde dies normally first.Scream for example and sorry Tsukasa but the only one who loves your kicked puppy look is Fujio,so the lead goes to Cobra.“Yasushi shruggs.“THe opening kills goes towards you!“Tsukasa groans as he jumps Yasushi choking him.“He´s trying to kiss me!“Yasushi squeaks as the others break out laughing,as he´s trying to escape Tuskasas grip that goes thighter.Fujio your boy toy is cheating!Fucking help me.C´mon Tsukasa it´s a joke not a dick,don´t take it to hard!“Tsukasa let´s go of Yasushi and punches him in the face.“It´s a punch not a dick don´t take it to hard.“

That´s when music comes out of the speakers.A damn creepy children song.--Starting with a piano.I know,you belong to somebody new,but tonight you belong to me.Although we´re apart,you´re part of heart.And tonight you belong to me.-- „Oi Cobra-san!I think that they mean you!“Odajima says.„Yeah.C´mon Scooby Doo.Let´s do it then!Search for the source of the music and the little girls voice then.“Cobra groans.„100 bucks if we leave Yasushi here.“Tsukasa adds but is being hit in the shoulder by Yasushi and over the head by Kiyoshi.Cobra throws open the door to reveal a shadow in the distance.He shuts the door in a heartbeat.„Ohhh hell the fuck nah.We need an adult!“Cobra exclaims.Tsukasa snorts as Fujio explains.“Cobra-san,I don´t wanna be the one to break the news to you,but you´re the adult!“Cobra turns towards Fujio.“No!I mean a competend one!“Cobra yells.Shidaken shoves him towards the door.

„Did you broken condom really push me towards the door?!“He growls angrily.„Imma push yall towards the killer cause unlike you meatheads I`m not defending, I`m not fighting,I´m running!“He says pointing at everyone.„Your mom should´ve swallowed you!“Cobra snaps.“Yo!We lure them in and execute them!Roll credits,movie over,get out of the fucking theatre!“Cobra anounces.“There´s the hallway with a door on each end infront of the Yasu-Kiyo classroom.“Todoroki offers.“Great!On each door there will be two of you waiting.Take the shortcut.“Tsukasa adds.Shibaman and Tsuji,Nakaoka and Nakagoshi leave towards the doors.„The rest get creative,crazy and and lure them there somehow.“

One of the guys throws a severed head at Cobra who kicks it back after realising its silicone and gummi.A ridiculus halloween prank.Cobra´s blood boils with anger as he takes the knife and attacks the guy.With team efford and nearly stress vomiting the manage to trap all three guys wearing all black and clowns masks in the hallway. Nowhere a little girl found.Cobra rips the mask of one of them to reveal Murayama.“Heya Cobra-chan<3!“He snickers.Cobra breaks out laughing as he cobra-twists Murayama,throwing Seki and Furuya who turned out to be Murayama´s little helpers a deathglare.“Sorry Cobra-chan.“Murayama mumbles. “What?!“ Cobra teases thightening the grip.“I´m sorry Cobra!“Yell Murayama,Seki and Furuya at the same time now.

#high and low #high and low the worst #oya high #high and low cobra #sannoh rengokai #tsukasa takajo #hanaoka fujio #todoroki yosuke #housen academy #shida kenzo #yasukiyo #nishikawa yasushi #kiyoshi #nakagoshi #nakaoka #odajima yuken #ueda sachio #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

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thespoonisvictory · 4 months

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Happy New Year! Here's everything I watched and read in 2023

And also some misc. thoughts on the things that made an especially good, bad, or striking impression. If the thing is in purple, it was a rewatch! books are all rated out of five because there was a reasonable number of them. top five from each category are in the bottom for funsies.

*not including podcasts/dropout content. I'm up to date on make some noise, gamechanger, wbn, and d20 (mostly). I also watched the emily axford guest episodes and chapter 2 of candela obscura on CR

Movies

The Menu

Glass Onion

Romeo and Juliet (1996) (this is one of my fav movies of all time, I'll never get sick of it. just gorgeous top to bottom)

Rosaline (I went into this knowing I wouldn't like it and came out thinking it was just alright. lead actress is good, but I hate derivative Shakespeare works that don't understand the original story)

Hamilton

Tangled

Secret World of Arrietty

Honor Among Thieves (just a damn good movie, love the practical effects)

Mamma Mia!

Barbie and the Three Musketeers

The Three Musketeers (1993)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse

The Last Unicorn (rewatched this for the first time in at least a decade, what a gorgeous vibey fantasy film. something about the dark scenery and tone really sticks with me)

Nimona (thought Ballister was a great character and enjoyed the design choices for the world, a good piece of Knight (tm) media. however, I thought the animation was lacking and didn't think it deserved a best picture nom like a lot of people did. it was cute, not lifechanging)

The Green Knight (watch it)

80 for Brady (a request from my mom, surprisingly funny)

The Visit

Sweet Home Alabama (bad)

Barbie!

Sharkboy and Lavagirl

Pride and Prejudice 2005 (another one of my all time favs)

Sleeping Beauty

The Aristocats

La La Land

Red White and Royal Blue

The Princess and the Pauper

Barbie and the Three Musketeers (again)

Howl's Moving Castle

Girl Vs. Monster

10 Things I Hate About You

500 Days of Summer (made me cry, which I didn't expect. can you tell I had a joseph gordon levitt moment lol)

Get Out

Twilight

The Conjuring (I watch this every year, one of my fav horror movies)

Scooby Doo: The Witches Ghost

Kiki's Delivery Service

Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Love, Actually

Honor Among Thieves (again, but with my DnD party)

The Holiday (I mean. it's Jude Law)

The Boy and the Heron (holy fucking shit this was so good)

Asteroid City

National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation

In The Tall Grass

Books

Harrow the Ninth by Tamryn Muir: good! I fucking struggled at the beginning getting through but it paid off. (3.5/5)

The Falls by Joyce Carol Oates: a fun gothic romance/tragedy set in Niagra Falls which took an environmentalist angle I was not expecting at all. Picked it up at a Goodwill and enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. (4/5)

A Game of Thrones by GRRM: I mean, it's a classic. The way the plot unfolds at the end really is incredible, but from the first chapter it grips you. (4/5)

The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas: HOLY SHIT if you read one book because of me let it be this one, it is criminally underrated for how well known it is. It is thee action-adventure novel of all time, hysterically funny and easy to read. (5/5)

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern: I took a little dip into YA to bring some autumn vibes to my summer internship. Plot was bad, vibes came through. (2.5/5)

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: fucking slaps!! anyone who thinks it isn't romantic is dead wrong, I found it much more engaging than Jane Eyre, the other Bronte novel I've read. (4.5/5)

Just Above My Head by James Baldwin: a gripping account of two black families before and during the civil rights movement, of which one son becomes a famous gospel singer. Julia, one of the daughters and a child evangelist, stuck with me long after I finished it (5/5)

Nona the Ninth by Tamryn Muir: enjoyed it more than HTN, Nona asking about her birthday present made me cry, as did Campal :( (4.5/5)

That Summer In Paris by Morley Callaghan: put me in a massive reading slump over a silly little Goodwill read, never have I been less entertained by what was essentially a book of entirely gossip about 1920s writers. (2/5)

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins: read it immediately after ABOSAS, holds up in its entirety, particularly in the environmental descriptions (4/5)

A Clash of Kings by GRRM: I've already posted about this a ton but holy shit, it's slow getting there but the payoff is incredible. really excited to keep reading bc George absolutely sold me on this web of political and personal relationships. (4.5/5)

A Place Bewitched and Other Stories by Nikolai Gogol: the cap for the year, bleak Russian short stories about weird little tales. would hit harder during fall. (3/5)

Shows

The Last of Us (as good as people said it was. sold me on zombie media as someone who does not like zombie media)

TLOVM S2

You S4 (a decent ending, parts with Love Quinn were the best lolol)

Succession S4

Shadow and Bone S2

Partner Track (CUTE. wish netflix didn't cancel it)

Marvelous Mrs Maisel S5 (a letdown tbh)

Game of Thrones S1

BBC Musketeers (I had a big three musketeers phase this year; this was my fav adaptation I watched. a lot of heart and a lot of silly, I am very biased about it)

BC Strike

Bridgerton - Queen Charlotte (I watched this in French, had a miserable time)

The Terror

The Bear (twice)

The Summer I Turned Pretty S2 (steven and taylor!!!!!)

Legends of Tomorrow S1-5 (rewatching with Roommate)

Yellowjackets S1

Over The Garden Wall (I watch this every autumn)

Gilmore Girls, Seinfeld (continuously)

The X Files S1-2

Blue Eye Samurai (shockingly blunt and visceral in everything from it's depiction of racism to fully committing to animating a boner).

Unfinished: Fionna and Cake, the Fall of the House of Usher. we're working on it.

Top Five Movies (no rewatches):

5. 500 Days of Summer

4. Get Out

3. The Green Knight

2. La La Land

The Boy and The Heron

Top Five Books:

5. Wuthering Heights

4. Nona the Ninth

3. A Clash of Kings

2. Just Above My Head

The Three Musketeers

Top Five Shows:

5. The Last of Us

4. Yellowjackets

3. BBC's The Musketeers

2. Blue Eye Samurai

The X Files

If you made it this far send me an ask telling me what ur favs were this year or thoughts you have on mine :)

#spoon rambles

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spacerangersam · 1 year

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nobody asked but here's my idea for a scooby doo show. tl:dr slice of life roadtrip

it's the 80s/90s

the gang are all 21 - 23, and have just finished university

Daphne went for journalism/creative writing, Velma went for something archeology related, Fred…something something engineering, and Shaggy did not go to uni but works at a nearby cafe

Him and Daphne were childhood friends and when she announced she was going off to uni he made a joke about going with her that she took 100% seriously, so they (and scooby) moved together, renting a place just outside the campus

Fred and Velma met during their first year as they lived in the same apartment block, bonding over their hatred of all the late night parties the other tenants keep throwing. lesbian + her himbo, a very important dynamic

Velma and Daphne met through the uni newspaper and brought the whole gang together. they have a will they won't they thing going on

So, it's the day after graduation and after the buzz of getting their diplomas, everyone is just absolutely terrified of the idea of facing the adult world.

None of them feel ready to start thinking about jobs and housing, marriage and kids and everything else their parents expect of them

So, Shaggy suggests they take a year off. Just one year to do whatever they want, have all the fun they want, and then they can face 'real' adulthood

Everyone agrees and they decide to kick off their year break with a country wide road trip in Shaggy hippie van

As they travel around though, stopping at various hotels and tourist destinations on the way, they find themselves repeatedly caught up in strange events, some supernatural and some not, and do their best to work together to figure out the truth

Maybe there's some underlying story linking most or all of the events, or maybe there's not

What's more important to me is the gang and their insecurities of not living up their parents/society's expectations of who they should be and what they should do/their fears of the futures

At the end they they realise that, hey, they've got a nice little gig going here, that they can do adulthood their way, together in their weird little hippie van with their dog, haunting down fraudsters and ghouls

To go into my characteristics of them:

Daphne - very intense and outgoing, she's the one who's usually dragging them into danger, for better or worse. She loves a good ghost story, a good alien story, a good monster- anything that's fun, weird and supernatural. That's the kind of thing she wants to write about, even if her parents don't really approve. She's big into horror movies, though she tries not to watch them around the others as they're a bit more squeamish. Coming from a rich family, they had the cash to let her try out all the hobbies she wanted growing up so she has a wide range of skills and abilities which always come in handy. She doesn't care as much about actually solving the mysteries, she just likes living in the moment and enjoying the weirdness she gets caught up in. She is absolutely the brawn of the group.

Velma is the bookworm of course, smart and level headed, she's the one who wants to actually solve the mysteries. Growing up, she devoured all the mystery / detective stories that she could, trying to solve them as she went along. She can get worked up very easily though / gets impatient so, left to her own devices, would often give up and move on. After she meets the gang they keep her motivated though, and she finally starts seeing all these mysteries to the very end. She doesn't believe in the supernatural at all initially, and even after tends to assume it's not something spooky. She also has a big love of history, obviously, and loves researching and info dumping about it. Also knows a lot about bones. It comes in handy surprisingly often.

Fred is just a nice himbo, that tweet that's like: I didn’t come here to make friends (big grin) I came here to make best friends? Yeah, that's him. Of course, he loves his traps, and mechanics outside of that. He always has to keep his hands busy, he has to, so it's not odd to find him fiddling with random scraps, trying to make something out of them when he's nor driving. He's the strategic one out of the group, the one figuring out how to put all their skills to use to take down the bad guy. He's also big into board games and somehow wins monopoly every single time.

Shaggy is simultaneously the most laid back and up tight one of the group. He considered going into culinary but thought it'd just kill his love of cooking and food. He also just like had very limited amounts of energy each day, so uni would've been hell. He's a hippie, of course he is. Cares a lot about the environment, is very anti-war etc. He keeps up to date with politics, much to everyone's shock. Is the only one of the group who knows anything about first aid and the only one who can sew. Has some angst about the fact Daphne her parents always looked down on him / thought he was holding her back and is worried he's doing that with all of them with this road trip idea. Hates anything even vaguely spooky, but does like a good cryptid

Scooby is just a dog in this one. Or may even at first he is and then after some supernatural stuff he begins to talk? Actually I like that idea more. Yeah, at the end of one episode, he randomly starts talking, everyone panics and screams, cut to black

He seems so human that the gang just start treating him like another person but then he goes to try and eat chocolate or something and everyone has to be like no! Scooby! :000

#scooby doo

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fishnets-fingers · 2 years

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trivia, thigh highs & tree trunks

a/n - i know in six months layla and harry spend their halloween apart, but what if they didn’t and harry got the date night he planned for. inspired by this reel on instagram. requested by this anon. hope this is the fluff you asked for :) special shout-out to @0oolookitsme for the ship name.

MASTERPOST (if you wanna read more of Layla and Harry)

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“Wait let me pull these up,” she grunts, lifting her orange thigh high boots - the tight material protests restricting the movement of her calves as she hikes it up onto the granite counter in Harry’s bathroom. She hooks her fingers into the top of the material and tugs up up further.

“Christ,” he mutters, hand coming to firmly grip her forearm. How she wears high shoes and hasn’t fallen on her face was still baffling to him. He trips in his heeled Gucci boots all the time, yet here she is - her heel three times bigger than his.

They were both driving over to Chapel Hill for a horror movie trivia night hosted in a college bar. Harry knew it would be the perfect date night for Halloween. Layla wanted to have the all American experience of trick or treating but since they were both in their twenties, it was completely out the window. Layla suggested they still do it but he refused. So he found the next best thing. With her love or jump scares and gore and muddled with her competitiveness, he didn’t think twice before signing up online and paying the participant fee. He was sorry for the other contestants because he knew the five foot nerd next to him will annihilate them all.

They spent days deciding - or arguing about the perfect costume. Harry wanted to go as Doc and Marty. Layla wanted to go as Hobbits. Surprise surprise. They finally landed on this : Harry was in his old Scooby suit; he swore he could still smell the sticky cherry punch he drank during a house party when he was sixteen. Layla was beside him in a full sleeve cropped orange top. She was wearing a brown corduroy mini skirt. Anne had upcycled her corduroy pants - that she’d had since high school - into a skirt for this occasion.

“Ready, Velma?” He asks, tapping on the camera icon on his phone, flipping it to the rear camera, capturing their reflection in the mirror.

“Yup.” She pushes her blue light glasses up the bridge of her nose. His arm encircles her, hand coming to rest on the side of her thigh - at the junction where the tops of her thighs were deliciously on display - thumb coming to rub at the soft skin, pushing away a fraying thread that came apart from the hemline of her skirt.

God I wanna sink my teeth into them, he thinks. Very fitting for a dog.

He snorts.

“What?” She asks, craning her head up to get a look at his face.

“Nothing. Just thought of something funny.” He shrugs, bending down to kiss the tip of her nose.

“And go!” He exclaims, clicking onto the red circle to record a video of their reflection on the mirror.

“Scooby-Dooby-Doo!” They both yell out, erupting into giggles.

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Harry: WTF is a leatherface?!?

Layla: do you have to text me when i’m peeing?

Harry: This is the third time you’ve gone to the bathroom in the last hour.

Layla: you know vodka makes me pee!

Harry: Vodka doesn’t… it’s the three glasses of water you insist on drinking with your Bloody Mary.

Layla: we can’t win the quiz if I’m drunk!

Harry: Oh fuck! I panic buzzed!!!!!!

Layla: then stop texting me!!! you heard the rules no going on the phone. we’ll get disqualified!!! i’ll never forgive you if we do.

Harry: What is leatherface’s weapon?? Quick!

Layla: a chainsaw. duh.

Layla had two Bloody Marys; Harry stuck to a soda because he was driving and the bouncer drew two crosses on the backs of his hand with a sharpie, making it well known that he was underage. They were currently in the semi finals of the horror trivia quiz. She was able to tap into the deep recesses of her memory of watching countless director’s cuts and was able to buzz in for the most obscure answers. She even guessed the galleons of blood used during the filming of the 2013’s Evil Dead - only being off by twenty three galleons; they still got the points for being the closest number.

After she gets out of the bathroom, she makes her way to the bar, wiggling between a girl in a sexy catholic girl costume and a large man in a very poorly put together vampire costume.

“Hi! Two witches brew over to table three please,” she says to the bartender, pointing over to the other side.

She slides in next to Harry, and were sitting facing two gregarious quiz masters who were busy shuffling their cue cards - prepping for the final round.

“How are we doing?”

“We’re up by twenty seven points.” He replies, hands coming to rest on the top of her thigh high boots, thumb caressing the soft skin there.

“Nice,” she says burrowing into his side.

Harry chuckles.

“What?”

“You’re cold, aren’t you?”

“No,” she lies. Harry had told her that she was not gonna be able to tolerate the October cold in her short skirt but she brushed it off.

“No? Then why are you snuggling into my side?”

“Can’t I be cozy with my boyfriend?”

“So you definitely are cold,” he smirks, hands coming to drag down the zipper of his onesie.

“Why are you undressing yourself?” She asks, eyes wide in panic.

“Relax.” He pushes the brown felt fabric off his shoulders to reveal a green t-shirt. “Lucky for you, I thought ahead. Had Shaggy underneath all this time. Knew you’d get cold.” He can’t help the smug smile that spreads across his face. “Shame though really wanted to peel off your boots with my teeth.”

The corners of her lips twitch up in fondness, at the thought of him giving her his Scooby suit. She leans closer, lips ghosting the shell of his ear, hot spiky breaths leaving a trail of goosebumps down his body, and mutters, “Maybe you can do just that. What do you say we head to the make out spot after we win those spa gift cards? Who knows, maybe Velma will let you take her boots off… take the mystery machine out for a whirl and show you a thing or two that might make a good boy yell out zoinks into the night.” She places an fluttery kiss at the sweet spot below his ear, and his pupils dilate in response to Layla’s sultry promise.

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Harry opens the door to find her in the exact position he’d seen her two hours ago. Sprawled horizontally on his mattress in his Scooby suit from the night before. He’d just gone downstairs to get some orange juice for her soon to be pounding head. He’d pulled on a pair of blue shorts and his Fleetwood Mac t-shit. He sits on the edge, right by where her head was hanging off, and starts caressing her cheek.

Layla jerks at the sensation, clambering upright, clutching the duvet to her chest - like a talisman, eyes scrunched shut, hair a mess, wiping the drool dried up at the corner of her mouth.

“நேரமில்லை! I have two more chapters left to revise!” She shouts, blinking around the room, taking her surroundings.

Harry giggles. “Morning nerd.”

She groans at the sunlight filtering through the blinds stabbing her corners, her head feels like it’s going to explode - throbbing at the temples. “Shh!” She burrows back into the covers, cocooning into the soothing darkness.

Her lids flutter shut, ready to be pulled back into slumber but she feels the sheets rustle and a few seconds later, a mop brown ringlets infiltrate her makeshift fort. His thumb goes to caress the indent on her left cheek, which make an appearance as she twists her mouth.

“Morning,” he says, a teasing undercurrent.

“Too loud,” she complains. “Is it always this bright in the mornings?”

“If you’re hungover, yes,” he chuckles.

“Head hurts,” she breathes out.

“Here, I got some Advil from mum.” He shuffles out and pulls the duvet off her head.

Layla groans squinting at the light that’s pouring in from the windows. Her body hurts, she has managed to not have a hangover for so long and by the way she’s feeling right now, she’s never gonna to drink as much as she did last night. Not having to go home to her parents and grandparents made her go off the rails. She’s weirdly grateful of her strict parents for the first time. She wordlessly pops the pills into her mouth, wiggling upright to rest her back against the headboard, taking a big gulp of the freshly pressed juice, nose wrinkling when she realises that she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet.

“I didn’t throw up, did I?” She asks softly, a bit grossed out at the fact, as she places the empty glass back onto the side table.

“No. You were saying that you were nauseous. But you didn’t hurl.”

She breathes a sigh of relief. Eyes closing to keep the brightness of the room at bay.

“What do you remember?” Harry prompts.

She sighs again, a crease forming between her brow as she wracks her brain. She remembers moments, and they are very vivid like neon could bursts against a black background. She sees an image of a red and white striped box in her hand with breaded chicken strips.

Did we go to KFC last night?

Another burst of Harry laughing at Layla. The crinkles by his eyes deepening, dimples carving out, head thrown back, front teeth on full display, his silhouette illuminated by the yellow lights.

“Not much. I remember winning the quiz,” she says, moving over to lay her head on his lap, burrowing her face against his tummy.

Harry shoulders visibly slump. He lets out a breath he was holding in. So the secret is safe, he thinks. He ran into Vasanth while he was washing his car. Vasanth was making his way home with his cricket gear - the Indians in the neighbourhood would meet up once a months at the park to play. Layla and Abi were out shopping for some outdoor furniture. He came over to say hi and had to tell him that he was having a baby girl. It was killing Vasanth to not tell anyone and he was also not the best secret keeper in the family. Harry swore that he would keep it from Layla but like Vasanth, it was getting harder and harder to keep mum as time went by.

He shrieks when she slides her icy fingers under his t-shit to warm them up. His hand combs through the knots in her hair, slowly and gently prying them apart.

“We did!” He beams. “You then demanded for chicken tenders,” he explains.

“Ah, KFC,” she mumbles against his skin. “I haven’t had anything from there in years be-“

“I told you that you don’t eat KFC ever since you read that article about force feeding chicken antibiotics. But you started crying and I’m pretty sure you were fake crying to get your way,” he chuckles, remembering Layla crying - or at least trying to, excessively blinking to get her phantom tears to stream down her face.

Layla smiles.

“I finally understand what Vasanth means by you doing anything and everything to get your way.”

“Hey!” She pinches at his muffin tops, right by his tattooed ferns. “It’s called being a good negotiator.”

“It’s also called manipulation,” he chuckles. He starts rubbing at her temples with pressure to help relieve her pain.

“I always thought I was a sleepy drunk. I mean that’s what I used to do-“

“Oh you fell asleep real quick too. You passed out mid conversation. I had to carry you to bed from the car. You even refused to do your skincare when I tried to wake you up. I used a wet washcloth to wipe your makeup off, because I knew you’d be mad at yourself in the morning. I didn’t get to do all your skin care steps. Sorry. I really tried. You kinda grabbed onto me and refused to let me -“

“Thank you.” She kisses his happy trail, right under his navel. “Sorry I was difficult.”

“Don’t be. You always do shit for me. It’s nice to take care of you.” He massages small circles right by her brows.

“Do you have any Tiger Balm?” Layla asks.

“I have no idea what that is.”

“Never mind. I have one in my room. Can’t wait to slather it all over my forehead,” she mumbles, hoping that would make the searing pain in her skull go away.

“I can go get it,” he offers.

“That’s okay. I like what you’re doing right now. It’s helping a lot.”

Harry smiles down at her. “You did this weird dance for me at the lookout spot.”

“We went there last night? Don’t remember that.” She shakes her head. “What dance?”

“I don’t even know how to describe it. You called it the Scooby seduction dance and - wait I can’t even explain why you started doing it.” He laughs, boyishly. “Here,” he unlocks his phone and shows her the video, bringing down the brightness of the screen to its bare minimum.

Layla was in the Scooby suit, gyrating her pelvis unceremoniously. She was illuminated in the yellow coming from the headlights of the Range Rover, making her stand bright against the dark backdrop of the woods. Her hand grips the base of the thin brown felt tail that was attached and she moves it around, making it propel around and she hopped from one spot to another. There is no music, just the sound of crickets chirping and Harry laughing from behind the camera.

“Delete it,” she says.

“No fucking way.” He snatched his phone from her hands before she wipes it from his phone. “I love it! It makes me laugh every time I think about it.”

“You love that you can use it to blackmail me,” she says, deadpan.

“Two birds one stone,” he shrugs. “Did you remember what you did later?”

“No.”

“So you don’t remember defacing a tree trunk?”

“Oh no! I didn’t pee on a tree, did I?” She gasps. “Please don’t tell me I peed in public! And in front of you!”

“No, you didn’t.” He laughs. “Why would that even be your first thought?”

“I don’t know. I’m weird like that okay,” she says, rolling over to her side, burying her face in his tummy again. “What did I do?” She asks.

“You took your Swiss Army knife from your bag and did something…”

“Did I kill a squirrel?”

“No, you idiot.” He shakes his head. “How do you even come up with these things?”

“Good,” her shoulders slump. “I didn’t go on an alcohol induced murder spree,” she chuckles. “What did I do then?”

“How about I just take you there? You see for yourself.”

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Layla stands in front of the ‘vandalised’ tree trunk. It was late afternoon, and there was no one there at the lookout point. She had her sunglasses on, bundled in her lilac puffer jacket, in one of Harry’s softest sweats, hair messily pulled up into a bun, worrying her bottom lip as she inspected the permanent remnant of last night’s antic.

“So?” Harry asks, stepping closer to her, wrapping his arms around her chest as he pulls her closer to his chest.

“It’s definitely something,” she mumbles. “I’m sure you were against this idea last night.”

“I was against you ripping off the barks from the tree trunk but not against the sentiment,” he mutters, bending down to rest his chin on top of her head.

“And do you like it?” She asks, hesitantly.

“You know I love it.” He says. Layla’s hand comes to grip his, intertwining their fingers. “What do you think?”

“I like the permanence of it. Especially with us sometimes feeling like what we have is ephemeral. But I’m not sure-“

Layla stops herself, feeling his body slump behind her - even though she couldn’t see his face, she could definitely tell that he was disappointed. So she twists her body around to face him. Getting on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck. “But I’m not sure,” she continues, bumping her nose against his to aid in her mission to make the corner of his downturned lips slink up. “I’m not sure I liked that I did it drunk. I would definitely loved to have done this with all of my faculties intact, so I could remember it too. Just remember feeling absolutely loved by you and nothing else.”

And he smiles, a big one, that tells her he feels the same even if she is struggling to say it right now. A smile that tells her that it’s okay and that he will wait. A smile that tells her that she is the one for him and that he is grateful for her parents forbidding her go on a solo Singapore trip that made her fly out to her Uncle’s in the middle of summer. A smile that tells her that someday sometime in the future, he is sure they will come back to this same tree trunk and laugh wistfully about the night that they were so in love - one absolutely drunk off their mind and the other completely sober - that Layla decided to poorly carve out a conjoint version of names in the tree: hails.

#six months #harry styles imagine #harry styles #indian!oc #camboy!harry #fishnets-fingers #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #trivia thigh highs and tree trunks #blurb #harry styles blurbs

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notasapleasure · 6 months

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OTP meme: Jerott/Danny bandverse?

Yay, thanks! Tried not to base my answers on yours lol, but in general I agree XD

Which one is more fond of scary movies: Danny! Popcorn crunches through the tensest/grossest scenes with a feral grin.

Which one gets the most excited about Halloween: Also Danny – costumes! Parties! Getting to make Jerott dress up as some kind of sexy ghoul!

Which one would be more likely to survive the apocalypse: I think both of them could kick the apocalypse’s arse, frankly.

Which one would literally kill for the other: Both, if need be – but I think Jerott would be surprised at how quickly Danny would commit if it came down to that. Danny knows without a doubt that if GRM escaped from jail, they would be ready and willing to take that fucker out if he came anywhere near Jerott again.

Which one likes to scare or startle the other: I think Jerott has a silly side that likes to sneak up on Danny while they’re cooking or something, because Danny’s usually so unflappable, but Jerott has opportunities to cause flapping that no one else does. And Danny’s so cute when they squeak and jump in Jerott’s arms >:3

Which one is more likely to need comforting when they get spooked: Well, per the previous question, I think Danny. Jerott claims not to get 'spooked' - the rats in the Paris metro are legitimately gross, Danny, not cute!

Which one always puts on a brave face: Both, in different ways. Both are used to hiding things about themselves/negotiating society’s assumptions, and they can both do a resting bitch face that would turn you to stone.

Which one would be more dangerous if they suddenly became violent: Depends, but unarmed, out of nowhere, probably Jerott, who’s a seasoned brawler – Danny is more a ‘hide behind my seven-foot drag queen friends and yell taunts’ kind of fighter. (shooting GRM in the face is a different matter, should it be necessary)

Which one would be more likely to commit a crime: I think both have committed a fair few in the various countries they’ve lived/travelled in. Danny would be most level-headed about it, whether it was something minor or a body needed hiding; Jerott would act in a rash way and then freak out.

Which one believes in ghosts: Both, in certain ways. Jerott’s are powered by guilt, while Danny has a fairly open approach to spiritual matters, like you described for r63 Danny, Kay.

Which one likes to watch spooky shows on television: I think they probably start watching ‘real life’ hauntings/ghost hunters with a huge amount of scepticism, expecting to make fun, but then they each get drawn in by how ‘realistic’ it is and end up clinging to each other with the jump scares. If they watch TXF together it always ends with Jerott saying how sensible Scully is and Danny doing the whole mocking thing about how can she not Believe when she’s seen so much spooky shit? In reality, they're both Mulders anyway, Jerott just feels he needs to defence Science because of his dad/alternative career option.

Which one would propose the idea of holding a seance: Danny, for the aesthetic/because a friend who’s a medium needs a venue. Like the TV shows, they might start off sceptical but end up impressed by the experience.

Which one has nightmares more often: Jerott’s are more…narrative. And memorable. Danny probably has lingering unease that surfaces in their dreams, but not like the kind of wake-up-sweating-I-thought-Gabriel-was-sitting-on-my-face kind of dreams Jerott has.

Which one would want to explore a real haunted house: Jerott, to prove Danny wrong. He ends up shrieking, Shaggy from Scooby-doo style, and jumping into Danny’s arms. Danny never ever lets him live it down.

#jerott/danny #the band au #jerott blyth #danny hislop

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waywardsalt · 7 months

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Hi! I hope you’re doing good in life! So it’s spooky season so I have an ask related to that. I don’t know if you play horror video games, watch horror movies/shows, or read horror books, but if you do, I have to ask: What is the most disturbing book, or video game or show/movie that you’ve played/watched/read? In my opinion, there is two types of horror: the ones that scare you, and the ones that traumatize you. If you can think of any book, movie, or game that really kind of fucked you up, I’m curious to know if you feel like answering. I hope you have a good day and a good life.

Hey, I’m doing good and I hope you are too!

the answer ended up being really long lol

Woof, this is honestly a pretty hard question, since I can't really name any horror (or otherwise) media that actually left me kind of fucked up for a bit, at least not to the degree where it affected me for a while. I probably haven't been really fucked up by anything since I was a kid, so I'll try and recall what a few things fucked me up back then...

Off the top of my head I know that two different spongebob episodes got me bad, the first being one with that tunnel of love thing (tho tbh i havent seen it in a while so it might still spook me today) and the one where i'm pretty sure for whatever reason squidward gets locked in some small locker and has some kind of fucked up dream, whatever that was. I remember there was an eagle in that one. the eagle terrified me. (i looked them up, and the first episode is titled 'tunnel of glove' and the second is 'squidward in clarinetland'. with how badly that second one got to me, i'm surprised i ended up learning to play the clarinet at all)

other than that, i think the courage the cowardly dog episode 'the house of discontent' got me pretty bad, too, but i think everyone who saw any amount of that series as a kid has at least one episode that got them fucked up.

there's probably a handful of scooby-doo stuff that got to me when i was a kid, but i could not name any specifics (asides from charlie the robot's original episode, christ) because i think i managed to see just about every bit of available scooby media around that time.

nowadays stuff still does kinda fuck me up, but it's usually only for brief bits of time. the most recent example I can think of is cowboy bebop's 20's episode, pierrot le fou, which is honestly some great horror, especially how it uses the show's typical format and flips it on it's head, but i wouldn't necessarily say it got to me because of it being scary, more because of the way the ending disturbed me for a bit. it was the only episode that had me stop afterwards and really look into it for anything other than clarifying a character's gender, lol.

the endings of both neon genesis evangelion and end of evangelion had me shaken, the latter more so than the former, but not really due to horror aspects, though. i did have to take a walk after finishing end of evangelion. i don't really watch horror movies, i just... read the wikipedia plot descriptions of them.

honestly, i think some of the more popular youtube analogue horror series have gotten to me worse (likely due to the fact that they can get a bit more fucked up than, say, a tv show or movie), specifically the walten files (which i did watch) and the mandela catalogue (which i just watched wendigoon's vids on), and those two and mostly because facial distortion is generally just an incredibly effective form of horror imo. a lot of the time (esp with the childhood examples) the way i was 'fucked up' was that id be in be visualizing the stuff that scared me, and both the mandela catalogue and the walten files had me doing that for a bit.

now that i remember it, i was really scared of fnaf when it first came out. i first learned of it second-hand from seeing some other kids looking into it, and the bits and pieces i put together about it really scared me.

honestly, it's usually straight-up disturbing sequences or imagery that gets to me the most, and i know my limits well enough to generally identify and avoid that stuff, which is probably why i don't have too many recent examples. i've got one or two examples of non-horror movies that fucked me up as a kid, but that's mostly because they were wildly inappropriate for someone of my age (at the time) to be witnessing, so that's a different sort of topic.

i mean, i think i generally have a decent tolerance for fucked up stuff in media, anyways, i mean, i enjoy berserk and haven't really been too upset or disturbed by what happens in it (look theres some nasty shit in there im not saying its not that bad) so there's definitionally some kind of line that media needs to cross to really get to me nowadays, or it just needs to be a specific kind of fucked up. books generally don't do that for me so i don't have any book examples. no games, either, though shadow mario and the haunted house segments in super mario 3d world scared me so much that i had to make my mom do the levels for me, and i'm pretty sure scooby doo: first frights scared me a bit when i first played it on ds.

other than that, though, I just think that, in pokemon x, the story that an npc tells you during your first trip to route 14 and then the strange office building encounter with the animation-less hex maniac creeped me out pretty bad.

yeah, it's kind of hard for me to think of anything (recent) that actually really fucked me up or anything. most stuff just scared me, never really fucked me up or figuratively traumatized me in recent years.

#asks #zeldanamikaze #salty talks #i think for media to really fuck me up there has to be some kind of intense emotional aspect to it or have some specific visual stuff #my enjoying of berserk is proof that it takes specific stuff to really get to me. the way i tested if id be fine reading berserk is so #fucked in hindsight. i straight up looked up the two most infamous eclipse chapters online and read them to make sure id be fine #what the fuck. i just dove in head first fucking god #anyways yeah. like berserk is generally fine for me but cowboy bebop episode 20 did have me a lil fucked up. its so good #ive been looking more into horror stuff recently and i have a lot of respect for (well-executed) horror games like damn. i wanna play #silent hill 2 so bad. it's a really interesting genre when pulled off effectively on a level deeper than just 'oh look at this scary thing'#anyways. i recently watched mononoke and its not really horror just kinda unsettling. its so fucking good #tbh tho there are some fanfics ive read that did actually fuck me up (which is why i kinda have an aversion to angst)#but i didnt want to talk abt those bc i dont want to name names or anything. theyre good fics they just affected me pretty negatively #generally its more like. freaky irl things that fuck me up but thats not fun to talk about its just like. depressing #sorry it took so long to reply to this i hadnt really sat down to write it or anything an just. couldnt think of much lol #anyways ig bottom line is that its more likely for non-horror stuff to fuck me up? or its gotta be specific stuff idk #i played a few hours of portal 1 at a friends house years ago and for some reason it creeped me out a whole lot #strangely enough i dont think scooby doo mystery incorporated fucked me up when i first watched it #i think there was like 1 episode that scared me more than the rest but it was never too bad #and that show is regarded as likely the most actually scary scooby thing. its rlly good #im pretty sure scooby doo was my first (or one of my first) special interest #also (similarly) i dont really get nightmares too often my dreams are just kinda really weird most of the time #i did actually have like. a scary dream recently but i dont know if id fully call it a nightmare

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