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angelatmidnight1 · 10 months

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Hi again ^~^ I asked for a Seer x reader thing and I jsut came up with a better idea, hopefully soemthing that will help you write. What if Seer is trying to use the reader as a canvas or soemthing similar? <3

Funny Bones

A/N: I hope this is to your liking! I made this story Halloween themed 'cause I kinda have the spooky season on the brain. Let me know what you think!

With Halloween approaching, you are exploring ideas for costumes, and settle on being a neon skeleton. You ask Seer to help you with the body paint. He is happy to oblige and promises to do his best work for you. You just didn’t know that those paint brushes would tickle so much…

“(Y/N), biko. You must try to hold still…”

Obi instructed with a small chuckle. The crisp autumn air spilled into his apartment room and danced around the two of you. Even though it didn’t have an official smell, Halloween was in the air, and you couldn’t wait to show off your costume. You’d settled on being a skeleton and were going to use neon, blacklight reactive paint to achieve your look. There was only one problem…

Paint brushes tickled. And they tickled a lot.

You looked up at Obi with a wide grin as he lowered the paint brush towards your neck. So far, all he’d completed was the face make up. “I’m tryhyhying,” you snickered. “Buhut it rehehehally tihihickles.”

“I know, my friend.” Obi chuckled. “Be strong. We have uncovered a small glimpse of the masterpiece that is just waiting to be unveiled.”

You took a breath. Obi did not resume painting yet, waiting for your permission to keep going. After another brief moment, you closed your eyes and nodded. “Okay, okay. I’m ready.”

Obi nodded. You tilted your head back to give him access. And, the second the tip of the paintbrush grazed your neck, you squealed. You fought the urge to bring your head back down. Obi, with his free hand, gently held the back of your head, more so to steady himself. It wouldn’t be enough if you decided to bring your head down anyway.

“Be still,” Obi gently reminded, outlining the small rectangles along the front of your neck. You snorted.

“Huhuhrryyy…” You whined. The giggles spilled from your lips as Obi moved down, stopping just above your collarbone. You sighed with relief. “Ahahare—are yohuhu dohohne?”

“Not quite, that was only the outline,” Obi answered, shaking his head. He cleaned off the brush he was using and dipped it into a fresh coat of bright blue paint. “Now, I must go back and paint the inside of these boxes.”

You groaned and dramatically fell back against the cushioned table. Obi chuckled at your theatrics.

“Would you like me to stop?” Obi went on, putting the paint brush back where he got it from. “If you are uncomfortable, we do not have to continue.”

“No, no. It’s okay.” You dismissively waved your hand and smiled at him. “I’ll survive. I really wanna see how this turns out.”

Obi returned your smile. “As you wish, my friend.” He then motioned for you to sit up, and you complied. He picked up his paint brush again, sat down in front of you, and leaned towards you. “Biko, tilt your head up.”

Again, you complied. You felt him move closer to you and, although you tried not to, a wobbly grin etched its way onto your face. Seer could hear your heart rate increase. Before he could touch you, you started giggling again out of anticipation.

“W-Wahahit, wait—”

“I have not touched you yet, (Y/N).” Obi chuckled.

“I knohow, sorry. I got a bit nehervous..” You admitted, blushing.

Obi smiled and put his free hand on your shoulder. “There is no need to apologize. Would it help if I counted down before I start painting?”

You wordlessly nodded. Obi re-dipped the brush back into the paint and leaned towards your neck.

“One,” he began.

“Two,”

Your breath hitched and you bit your lip. You pinched your eyes shut and waited for the inevitable.

“Three.”

With that, Obi began filling in the rectangles he painted. He moved the paintbrush in short, downwards strokes at a steady pace. A shiver ran up your spine as you giggled and drummed your feet against the floor.

“Pfftt, Ohohohohbiii!” You snickered and grabbed onto a nearby pillow. You squeezed it, trying to alleviate the ticklish feeling, but it didn’t help. It was getting harder and harder for you not to move your head, but boy were you trying not to. Obi gently shushed you.

“I am almost finished,” he replied, continuing the pace that he was working at. The artist was also doing his best to maintain his neutral, professional stance as he worked. But, your giggles and squeaks were also making it difficult for him not to smile. He stroked the paint brush at the spot just above your collarbone, and you snorted.

“Ahahaha! Ohohohobihi, ihihihit tihihickles!” You laughed. Embarrassed by the snorts, you brought a hand up to your face to muffle them. It worked, sort of, but Obi was close enough to hear them perfectly fine. Just before you brought your head down, the artist finally withdrew his hand.

“Okay, okay. All finished.” Obi grinned and dropped his paint brush into a jar of water. You continued to giggle and had a death grip on your pillow.

“Ahaha…ohoho my gohohsh,” You tittered and opened your eyes. You could still feel the ticklish sensations in your neck, but you didn’t rub at it. You didn’t want to ruin Obi’s hard work. “Dohohes it— does it look good?”

“Yes, the color looks marvelous against your skin.” Obi assured. He stood up to grab you a mirror and a small blacklight. Then, he returned to you, handing them both to you. “Here, take a look for yourself.”

You took the mirror and looked at Obi’s work. The color complimented your skin tone nicely and glowed a bright neon purple under the blacklight. You grinned.

“Whoa, this looks awesome, Obi! I’m literally glowing.” You beamed, earning a chuckle from the artist.

“Agreed, and just imagine how beautiful you will look once the work is completed.” Seer smiled. “No matter what room you set foot into, all eyes will be on you. I will make sure of it.”

“Sweet!” You cheered and handed the mirror and light back to him. Obi took it and put it on a nearby table.

“Now, I must complete your torso next. Lay back against the table, please.”

You paled; your torso was way more ticklish than your neck. You did as he asked, but those butterflies in your stomach crept up on you. You were wearing a skeleton themed crop top and shorts, which left your torso and legs exposed. Obi scooted his chair by your side. He noticed the nervous, giddy look on your face, and he gave you a warm smile.

“Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded, but your eyes kept watching him clean and recoat the paint brushes. That fluttery feeling in your stomach got stronger if you watched, so you closed your eyes again. Once Seer was ready, he hovered over you, aiming for your ribs.

“Yeah, yeah. Go aheahahahd-” You gasped aloud when Obi swept the brush lengthwise on your rib cage. This time, you couldn’t help but jerk in the opposite direction, a loud laugh escaping you. “AHAHAHA! I’m sohohohohrry!”

“No wahala, it is fine. I can fix it,” Obi answered, taking a towel with his free hand to wipe the messed up line. Then, he moved to start again, but you instinctively leaned away, grinning. Obi chuckled and carefully moved his hand under you, turning you back towards him. “Come here, I cannot reach you over there.”

You giggled, only to laugh again when he resumed painting your ribs. He stroked between your ribs at a slow pace and took his time to create straight lines. You squirmed again and made him mess up the lines. Obi sighed softly and gave you a look. He wasn’t angry or annoyed in the slightest, and the look he gave you actually made you giggle more.

“(Y/N), if you are unable to hold still, I will have to hold you in place until the work is completed.” He warned in a light tone. He recoated the brush in a fresh coat of paint and hovered back over your ribs. You looked up at him with wide eyes and shook your head, grinning widely.

“No, no! I’ll hold still, I promise.” You quickly answered. You knew that Obi always said what he meant, but in all honesty, you were having fun. You didn’t always get to see him in a more casual, playful setting.

The artist smirked. “Hm, we will see.” he chuckled. He went back to shading your ribs. He swept the brush back and forth and made sure the coat was even. Then, he went to the next rib, smiling again at your snorts and squeals. “Hmhm, almost there.”

You caught a glimpse of Obi smiling and you blushed brightly. “Hehehehey! It’s nohohohot fuhuhuhnny!” You squealed. You dug your nails into the sides of the table, giggling louder as he ventured further down your rib cage. Obi shook his head.

“No, you are mistaken, my friend. I am just enjoying the sound of your laughter.” Obi replied. He reached your lowermost ribs again and noticed your laughter deepen. He paused, waiting for your laughs to calm down a bit before he returned to the spot. “It is quite melodious. Such a beautiful range of sounds.”

Your blush spread further across your cheeks. “Thahahahahnk yOHUHUHUHU!” You suddenly shrieked as those bristles gently scratched against your lowermost rib. Again, you jerked to the side, laughing loudly. Then, Obi used one hand to put you back into your reclined position, holding your waist down so that you couldn’t squirm away. Your eyes widened. “Nonono, wahahahait! Obi! I cahahahahn dohohoho it!”

“I apologize, (Y/N). But I do not have a choice,” he answered. While holding you still, he was able to complete the work on your ribs. So, he began on your abdomen, painting shapes to outline your spine. “I promise, I will work as quickly as possible.”

“NAhahaha! NOHOHOHO!” You squirmed in Obi’s hold, but you didn’t go anywhere. This time, he moved the brush horizontally, only stopping to get more paint onto his brush. No matter which way you squirmed, the ticklish feeling followed you. You flailed your arms like crazy. “STAHAHA OOHOHOHOBIHI!”

“Not yet. Just a moment more.” Although he was tickling you, Seer wasn’t inattentive. He paid close attention to your laughter’s volume and your overall body language to make sure you weren’t in any true distress. And, all he noticed was that you were pretty sensitive. He ended the painting just a hair above your navel. You squealed and then fell back against the table, still giggling. “Hmm…”

You peeked up at Obi, having to take a breath between your giggles. “Whahahaht ihihis ihihit?” you asked. You had to resist the urge again to not rub your torso. Obi nodded towards your torso.

“I could have made these lines a bit straighter. Here, allow me to correct it.” Instead of using the brush again, Obi took his finger and swept above where he worked. His finger claws grazed your tummy and you snorted.

“Wahahait! Yohuhur clahahahws tihihickle!” You protested. You lurched forward and latched onto his wrist, but he continued. “Ohohohohbi yohuhur clahahahahahws!”

Obi stopped, chuckling. “My mistake, I sometimes forget that I am wearing them.” He looked over the work that he completed and nodded. “However, I am satisfied with how the lines look now.”

You breathed through your nose and looked down at your torso. Since you were on your back, and Obi had an arm holding your waist down, you couldn’t see much. But, you trusted his judgment.

“Now, I just need to complete your hips, legs, and perhaps your hands.”

All tickle spots. When he brought the brush to your hip bone, you covered it with your hand. He gave you another look, and you grinned at him.

“(Y/N), move your hand, please.” Seer said, smirking. He would’ve moved your hand himself, but he was already holding your waist still and trying to paint at the same time. You playfully shook your head.

“Pfft, no…” You retorted, grinning wider at him. There was a beat, and suddenly, Obi took the handle of the brush and gently poked your side. There wasn’t any paint there, so he didn’t mess up his previous work. You jumped and moved your hand to cover where he poked, which freed up your hip.

“Thank you.” Seer resumed painting your hip, outlining the bone. You tried to buck, but he still had a firm, yet gentle hold on your waist. Your laughter filled the room again as you grabbed onto his wrists.

“Youhuhuhu dihihid thahaht on puhuhuhurpose!” You yelped, earning another grin from the artist.

“I was only trying to move your hand from the area where I wished to paint.” He corrected. “It worked.”

You playfully narrowed your eyes; two could play at that game! Since you weren’t gaining any leverage on Obi’s wrists, you decided to drop your hand and squeeze his side. Obi froze and looked at you. You did it again. But, as much as you squeezed and poked, he didn’t flinch or crack a smile. Obi tutted.

“A brave effort, but ineffective, I’m afraid.”

Now, while painting, Seer made more deliberate attempts to tickle you. He was able to complete your left hip and started on the right. While you struggled and laughed, he added fuel to the fire by occasionally stopping to flutter his fingers against your side, under your chin, or even at the top of your knee. His touch was light, delicate even, and after just a few more minutes of the light tickles, you called uncle.

“Okahahahy! Okay! I’m sohohohohrry!” You pleaded. “I wohohon’t tihickle you again!”

Obi snickered and stopped. While you were mainly distracted by his tickles, he was able to finish your hips. “I am not angry, (Y/N). Of course you are forgiven.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Seer released your waist to begin painting a skeletal pattern on your legs. This wasn’t as ticklish as painting your upper body, so besides the occasional giggle or squeak. You were able to relax. That is, if Obi didn’t sneak a poke or scribble across your knees.

#apex legends #apex seer #obi edolasim #obi edolasim x reader #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #seer apex legends #apex legends tickle fic #tickletober 2023 #tickletober2023

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the-s1lly-corner · 8 months

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Attention creepypasta fans!

I'm opening halloween requests, more below the cut + short list of rules for reqs!

first of all woh! its been a while since ive really posted! apologies for being a lil.. wiokdmvlkrvm im kinda trying to get back into the flow of posting + this isnt proof read and im tossing this out at 6:30 am

so halloween season has officially begun! yahoo! so i decided, what better way to celebrate than to open requests (that have been open in general wink wink nudge nudge), for halloween themed ideas! obviously it doesnt have to be just spooky stuff, can just be basic fall activities or really just anything; im not going to stonewall non spooky stuff

basic rules, otherwise i will literally do anything really;

no nsfw im sorry :( this is a full sfw blog

general no "no-no topics"

characters who are minors in source will automatically be given platonic hcs since im personally not comfortable writing romantic stuff for said characters; this is nothing against the requester

no spamming please, obviously i cant easily enforce this since anon is a thing (i dont want to disable it since i know asking for reqs can be intimidating) but please be mindful !! same goes for trying to pressure me into writing faster, my brain is a cashew

will NOT write for off3nder or clockwork period, since they personally make admin uncomfortable

i think thats about it! just about everything else is fair game + if you somehow request something that makes me uncomfortable ill let you know!

you can write for singular characters or multiple; and my default is a list of loosely connected hcs ! though i do do short scenarios/imagines ! reader by default is GN and human so if you want a specific gender or type or what of it, let me know ("what of it" referring to specific traits for the reader, think things like. hobbies or passions or even speciies!)

with that said! let the silliness begin

extra extra note; the characters listed in the tags are not the only ones i do!! if i dont know a character youve requested ill let you know too!!

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack headcanon #laughing jack headcanons #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack x you #masky headcanons #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #hoodie imagines #slenderman imagine #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons

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miggyfan · 2 years

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Fall For MPI

It’s Spooky Season! Fall is here and with it all the spooky and cozy goodness!

It doesn’t matter if you do videos, fanart or fanfic, this one is for you!

Here are a selection of Prompts! Take the one(s) you like and run with them. You can freely mix and match!

Fall For MPI lasts until November 19th

Use the hashtag FallForMPIon AO3 and all Social Media!

Spooky Prompts

Nightmarchers

Pele

Morgan’s Corner

Occult Ritual (gone right/wrong)

Pressing Ghost

Ancient Hawaiian Ghost

Demon

Aumakua

Cleansing

(Accidental) trespassing on Heiau

Ghost Cat

Cursed Jewelry

Demonic Possession

Halloween Haunting

Ghost of an Ohana Member (Thomas, Juliet, TC, Rick, Kumu, Robin, Gordon, etc.)

Ghost hunt

staying in a haunted house/building

encountering witches

going to a fortune teller/tarot reader

haunted historic buildings

ghosts caught on camera

a curse

a ghost from the past

visiting a graveyard

Spotting a UFO

Fall Prompts

Thanksgiving

Friendsgiving

Halloween Party

Halloween in the UK

Visiting family

Visiting the mainland

Dia de Los Muertos

Renting a Cabin in the woods

Pumpkin Carving

Charity Gala

Bonfire night /Guy Fawkes Day

‘couples’ costumes

Costume party

trick or treating

Memorial party

Aloha Festival

Queen Liliuokalani Birthday

Whu-MPI-tober Prompts

Welcome to Whu-MPI-tober.

If you don’t want to go for the normal Whumptober

prompts, here are some for you. Some are specifically

MPI themed.

The idea of Wumptober is to write daily throughout

october, following the prompts.

Whu-MPI-tober like Whumptober prompts we have a

“theme” and three potential prompts under the theme.

If your muse takes you to something else based

on the theme, go for it.

If you can’t find a prompt that tickles your fancy

for a specific day: We have alternate prompts at the

end of the list that you can pick from.

Use the hashtag Whumpitober

Happy writing!

1. Naturally

Storm | Earth Quake | Heat wave

2. Anybody out there?

Solitary confinement | Abandoned road | Wild animal

3. Run Boy Run

Torn Ligament | ankle restraints | Broken leg

4. No More

Overdose | Whipping | Friend being tortured

5. Only just a dream

Nightmares | PTSD episode | Inability to distinguish between dream and reality

6. Hawaiian Paradise

Lost in the jungle | Volcanic eruption | Trapped in a cave filling with water

7. I can’t move

Buried alive | Broken Back | Sleep paralysis

8. Without Borders

Abducted to another country | Trafficked | Language barrier

9. Hung up on you

Gagged | Hung | Stalker

10. Break my Heart

CPR | Broken Heart Syndrome | Break up

11. You can’t leave

Caged | Hospitalized | Held at gunpoint

12. Don’t touch me

Scared of touch | Bruises | Flashback

13. Lady in Red

Stabbed | Bloody Knife | Running for one’s life

14. Fuzzy brain

Drugged | Migraine | Concussion

15. Freeze the moment

Hypothermia | Frozen limbs | Sharing warmth

16. Where is it?

Involuntary amputation | Labyrinth | Withdrawl

17. No Air

Trapped underwater | Asphyxiation | Collapsed lung

18. I’m sorry Sir, I can’t answer that question

Waterboarding | Interrogation | “Truth serum”

19. Up-And-Over

Car Crash | Falling from a cliff | Jumping into water

20. Losing my Religion

Crucification | Cult | Human Sacrifice

21. No Man Left Behind

Taking a bullet for someone | “Leave me” | Shoot-out

22. It’s okay to be vulnerable

Tears | Wound reveal | Sickness

23. You’re next

Serial Killer | Abducted | “Pick who dies”

24. Home is where the heart is

Seeking help | Comfort | Wound care

25. Silence of the lambs

Ruptured eardrum | Persistent ringing | sensory deprivation

26. Can’t forget

Mourning | “You’re not who I thought you were” | “This is your fault”

27. Hot ‘n’ Cold

Shivering | Fever | Fighting

28. Salem 2.0

Witch hunt | Exorcism | Potion

29. Hero go Boom

Bomb | Vomitting | Shooting an Innocent by accident

30. Say you Remember me

Amnesia | Presumed dead | Enemy from the past

31. Ohana

Rescue mission | Blood donation | Caring for a fallen member

Alternative prompts

Burned

Thrown against something

Self-sacrifice

Drowning

Grief

Noose

#FallForMPI #magnum pi #thomas magnum #juliet higgins #whumpitober #fanfiction

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 3 years

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Not Scary

Word count: 6000

Warnings: just a sickening amount of love for the fall season. And descriptions of a haunted hayride.

I'm SO DONE with summer heat (sorry to all those who actually love the summer... I'm not one of you 😂) I just had to write something with a fall-season theme. It's my favorite!

Apologies if this seems really scatter-brained, it's been a rough week 😅

You’d always loved the fall season. So much so, that you preferred to start celebrating the wonders of fall on September 1st. Sometimes even in late August, if you could get away with it.

There was just something about the fall that was so beautiful. The way the leaves became a gorgeous golden orange and crimson red. The crisp bite in the air as the weather turned colder, chasing away the summer humidity. Pumpkins and apples everywhere you turned, and ooh the pumpkin spice smell. It was heaven. Even Halloween, with the spooky aura and the costumes and the candy. Yep, you couldn’t wait for summer to fade into fall.

There were quintessential fall activities you simply had to do each year. Apple picking was a must. Wandering the lush trees in an apple orchard was just heavenly, smelling the fruity scent in the air as you sought out the most perfect of apples. Pumpkin picking also went without saying. You had to have at least a few pumpkins to decorate the tower, just to have the plump orange reminders that the fall season had arrived. And you enjoyed trying different haunted hayrides and mazes, trying to find the one that might succeed in actually scaring you. Although you’d had yet to find one that could, it was still fun to try.

It shouldn’t have been surprising to you that some of the members of the team were less experienced in these matters than others. Peter, of course, was nearly as much of an expert as you were. Steve and Bucky had some experience, although they were a bit old-fashioned in their approach to fall, primarily focused on their love of apple pie. Tony, Clint, Bruce, and Stephen all had some experience, but they weren’t nearly as enthusiastic as you were, and it frustrated you to no end. Nat and Wanda were willing to humor you, but you knew they just didn’t share your aggressive love of pumpkin spice coffees.

But Thor and Loki had absolutely zero knowledge when it came to appropriately celebrating the fall season. Thor was most excited when you mentioned the pumpkin flavored beer, apple cider, and sweet apple cider donuts. Truly the way to his heart was through his stomach, and you were only too happy to share your favorite fall dishes with him. Loki, on the other hand, was fairly unimpressed with the whole thing.

That is, until you explained the concept of Midgardian Halloween to him. Mischief and mayhem? Count him in.

You wanted to gradually introduce the brothers to more of your favorite fall activities, besides the food and drinks you so loved. Deciding you would have the most success with Loki if you started with something more Halloween-themed, you planned an evening for a haunted hayride.

So, here you were, standing in line waiting for your turn on the haunted hayride with a crowd of your Avengers teammates. It was the perfect night for it, a bit overcast but without the threat of rain, and just a slight chill in the air when the wind blew. You were glad you’d worn a sweatshirt, but you still shivered every once in a while when a particularly strong gust came.

“The wait is always the worst part; it makes me so nervous!” Wanda noted.

“I’m gonna make it through the whole thing without getting scared this time, this is gonna be it!” Peter boasted. “I’ll just scare the actors right back!”

“You know that never works, Peter. They must get that constantly,” you chuckled.

“You seem quite cool and collected,” Loki observed. You shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’ve never once found a haunted house that could scare me,” you humble-bragged. “Never even get startled. Maybe it’s the spy training.”

“No, even I’ll admit I get a bit jumpy in these things sometimes,” Nat chimed in, adding for good measure, “you just have a stone-cold heart.”

“Well, if that’s true, it’s served me well so far. It’s impossible to scare me. I almost wish I were more scareable sometimes – it would make these so much more fun.”

“Hang on – you’re telling me you want someone to scare you?”

You eyed Loki warily, taking a slight step back. “I didn’t mean you, but, sure. I wouldn’t mind, if it were all in good fun. It’d be entertaining, if it weren’t impossible.”

Loki let out a huff of a laugh through his nose, folding his arms and smirking mischievously at you. “Challenge accepted, then.”

“Ha.” You shook your head, giving him a small, pitying smile. “That’s a challenge you’re bound to lose.”

“You keep telling yourself that, darling.”

Admittedly, you were intrigued by the thought of what Loki might do to try to frighten you. Part of the reason you wished you actually got scared at these types of places is you loved the cliché idea of jumping into someone’s arms by ‘accident’ when something startled you. If you had been that type of person, you’d most definitely choose Loki to be your savior to hide behind. It was the perfect excuse to get cozy with someone in the chilly autumn evening air. You’d tried faking it in the past, being frightened, but it never seemed or felt authentic enough to pass for a true scare. You weren’t about to hide your face in his shoulder or something if it would be painfully obvious that you were just trying to be physically close to him.

It seemed he wanted to get a feel for how you’d react during the haunted hayride first, to see if you were telling the truth about being impervious to fear. He didn’t try anything while waiting in line, although he did make certain he sat next to you when you all climbed up into the back of the tractor, pinning you into the back center of the cart between himself and his brother. Thor looked positively elated, laughing heartily when the tractor pulled away from the entrance and traveled into the darkness ahead.

“This is exciting! I can’t say I’ve ever thought to ride in a wagon seated on a bed of straw,” Thor boomed. “What a quaint Midgardian tradition!”

“Don’t get too excited yet big guy – I’ve heard this place is one of the scariest haunted attractions in town,” Tony quipped. “Might even be able to scare a god like you.”

“Ahh, Stark, you amuse me,” Thor chuckled heartily, pounding a hand against Tony’s back beside him.

“Guys hang on, we’re slowing down!” Peter hissed. Sure enough, the tractor rolled to a stop in the middle of a staged graveyard, fog billowing up around the wagon and leaving an eerie haze over the place illuminated only by dim green spotlights on the ground. A heavy silence fell over the area for a moment.

“EEK!” Wanda suddenly shrieked, piercing the silence as she leaned forward into the middle of the wagon, away from a zombie-like character with tattered clothes and heavy white makeup who was leaning over the railing. A second shriek followed shortly after from the opposite side, this time Peter, as he was accosted by a female zombie from behind. A third zombie creature boarded the wagon, staggering to the back of the vehicle and hovering over you.

“Hey, how’s it going?” you asked casually, leaning back against the railing. The zombie-person responded with a growl, lurching forward toward you. You didn’t even flinch, folding your arms across your chest and smirking. The person quickly grew bored with you, moving on to terrorize Peter who was still yelping over the zombie behind him.

You could sense Loki observing you carefully beside you, analyzing your body language, watching your every move. He was searching for any slight hint of a reaction, a twitch of your lip or a squinting of your eyes that might indicate some underlying fear.

The tractor continued onward, drenching you all in darkness once again as you traveled on to the next area. The group was quieter now, murmuring amongst yourselves over the dull rumble of the tractor as everyone anticipated what was to come.

The next stop appeared to be a dilapidated circus tent, with tattered walls and battered looking clowns. Nat jolted when one of them snuck up behind her and slammed a metal stick against the railing with a jarring clanking sound. She didn’t shriek, though – in fact, she looked like she might stand up and punch one of them if they looked at her the wrong way. It made you chuckle, watching her reaction.

“YOU THINK THAT’S FUNNY, GIRL??” Turning toward the voice, you were met with one of the blood-splattered clowns leaning over into the wagon right between you and Loki.

“I do, actually,” you responded coolly, leaning back not out of fear but out of desire to not be in such close proximity to a stranger. The clown grunted loudly, jumping back off the wagon to go intimidate someone else. With its face out of the way, you could see Loki’s blue-green eyes fixed on yours with an expression of almost begrudging amusement on his face. “Told you – I don’t scare easily.”

Loki watched you passively the entire ride. Nothing seemed to phase you in the slightest; not the dark tunnel with flashing strobe lights and people banging the walls, not the bloodied, half-dead-looking actors with realistic-looking fake knives sticking out of their vital organs… not even the man with the chainsaw that jumped onto the wagon, causing even Steve and Bucky to let out a yelp of discomfort. No, you were cool as a cucumber the whole ride. This was going to be harder than he thought.

At the end of the hayride, the tractor dropped the group off at the start of the haunted corn maze, the second half of the attraction. The clouds were thinning a bit, moonlight glowing through the small gaps and casting an eerie aura over the maze. Peter chattered anxiously with Tony and Steve the entire walk over to the entrance, while Nat and Wanda hung back behind the group to allow everyone else to weed out the jump scares before they entered the maze. Loki made certain he remained within a short distance of you, already plotting his first attempt.

“Should we split up, see who can finish fastest?” Bucky suggested.

“Split up- no! Are you insane? If we go in a group, then they can’t scare all of us at the same time!” Peter exclaimed.

“Then let’s split into two smaller groups. One with Tony, one with me,” Steve suggested. Reluctantly, Peter agreed, heading over to stand by Tony.

You found yourself in a small group with Steve, Bucky, Thor, Nat, and of course Loki, who wouldn’t allow you out of his sight. Steve led the group into the maze, followed close behind by Bucky, Nat, and Thor, leaving you and Loki to bring up the rear of the group.

“It’s dreadfully dark in here, don’t you think?” Loki murmured in a teasingly creepy voice. You shrugged.

“I can see alright.” You heard Steve shout from the front of the group, realizing something must have jumped out and surprised him. Sure enough, as you continued you passed by a person in a wolf costume, growling and howling as you walked by. You merely smiled and waved at the costumed actor.

“Hang on a moment.” Loki suddenly grasped your elbow, halting you in your tracks as he looked around wildly. You cocked your head in confusion, squinting to see his face in the darkness. There was nothing but silence in the spot that you’d paused, nothing remotely spooky or scary about it.

“What are you playing at?” You wrenched your elbow from his grasp, turning to follow the rest of the group. It was that moment you realized exactly what he was playing at. The others had disappeared from view, and there were three possible directions they could have chosen to go. Loki had you cornered. You were stuck with him now. “I see – you didn’t think you could scare me with the others around, is that it?”

“Of course I could, darling. I would just hate to subject them unnecessarily to the terror I’m going to inflict upon you.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared, Loki,” you retorted, voice drenched in sarcasm. “Come on, I want to try to catch up to the others.” You chose one of the paths to try first, pacing off in that direction without another word, knowing Loki would follow you.

The fallen leaves crunched under your feet with each step as you wandered on in silence. Around the next corner, another actor dressed in a black cloak jumped out from the rows of corn, growling in your face. Even Loki had to jump at that, mostly out of surprise and not so much fear, of course. But you didn’t even flinch. You paused, nodded, waved, and sidestepped around the cloaked figure.

“If that was you, Loki, you’re gonna have to do better than that,” you muttered.

“Oh, you’ll know when it’s me, darling. It will be far more frightening.”

With a subtle wave of his hand, he conjured an illusion to hover around the next corner – it resembled one of the monsters his brother had fought on Asgard years ago, a beastly, hulking creature with large horns and giant fangs, much larger than the teenagers acting as scary creatures in the maze. As you rounded the corner, he sent it charging towards you, pausing to listen for your shriek before joining you.

“Is that all you got, Loki?” you asked with a sly grin. The creature charged right through you before dissipating into thin air in a flash of green light. “You’re gonna need to do better than that.”

“Oh, I will. Don’t worry,” he growled, tilting his chin down as he glared at you predatorily. You laughed, turning around to continue walking.

“That was almost scary, that look you just gave me!” you called back tauntingly. “Almost!” You knew you were merely fueling the fire, making him want to try harder to scare the wits out of you, but you didn’t care. If you couldn’t enjoy the fun of being scared by the haunted attraction, you could at least you’re your entertainment for the evening in teasing the trickster.

A few more unsuccessful (actual humans, not illusions) jump scares later, you weren’t any closer to finding the rest of the group. You’d reached a large straight path leading up to a right turn. Either this was the end of the maze, or you were headed straight for a dead end. With no choice but to continue forward, you pressed on down the path, ignoring the zombie that jumped out halfway down the walkway.

Suddenly, there was an incredibly loud explosion sound from only a few feet behind you. The zombie actor who had just tried to scare you actually screeched in terror, not having expected it himself. You turned around, making sure to do it slowly enough that Loki didn’t interpret it as fear. He was standing right around the location that the sound had emitted from, looking positively incredulous that you hadn’t even twitched at the ear drum-popping sound.

“Oh, come on, Loki. I expected more of you,” you teased, smirking as his face contorted into one of extreme frustration. You turned back around and immediately were met by what you knew was another of his illusions, a vast dragon creature this time, crouching down to blow illusionary fire in your face. You chuckled again, shaking your head. “I’ll give you one thing, you’ve got quite the imagination there, Loki!” The illusion vanished the moment you stepped into it, followed by an angry grunt from a certain unsuccessful mischievous god behind you.

You’d been right about one thing – you were headed straight for a dead end. Turning around, you passed by a sullen-looking Loki as you backtracked to find a new path. This was becoming almost too amusing. Loki hated losing, and he especially hated losing at his own game. Failing at causing mischief and mayhem? Now that was a low blow. He’d be licking his wounds for a while after this was over, you were certain of it.

You sensed that the rows of corn were thinning a bit when you started down the next path, recognizing you must be close to the exit. Sure enough, the next corner led straight to the end of the maze. You turned around to throw one last smug smirk Loki’s way, but he was nowhere in sight.

“You coming Loki?” you called out to the darkness, met only with silence. Snickering loudly, you folded your arms and smirked, knowing he’d see you from wherever he was hiding. “You know, hiding and jumping out at me isn’t going to work. In case you haven’t noticed, there have been a million of those jump scares tonight, and I haven’t reacted to- EEP!”

A set of hands grabbed hold of your sides from behind, followed quickly with a shout in your ear, and then sinister chuckling.

“Really, darling? After all my efforts, all those failed attempts… that’s all it takes to scare you?” he goaded as you spun around, shoving his hands off your waist.

The thing was, he didn’t scare you. Not one bit actually. You knew he was planning to try, and you were ready for him. What you weren’t ready for was his fingertips to dig into your ticklish sides without any sort of warning.

You had a choice to make in this moment, and very little time to make it. Tell him the truth, and he knows you’re incredibly ticklish and will likely exploit it. Or, tell a lie and say he succeeded in scaring you, and listen to him boasting the whole ride home. The choice was obvious – one was far more embarrassing and flustering than the other.

“Heh, yeah, alright. You win this round,” you laughed awkwardly, shooting him a playful glare.

“What was it that scared you this time that was different from all the other times people have attempted to frighten you this evening?”

“I’m not about to tell you that, you’ll go doing it all the time,” you fibbed, looking around frantically and finding the rest of the group waiting off to the side for your return, heading in their direction to hopefully leave the subject behind.

“I’m sure I can deduce it myself – it wasn’t the jumping out at you, clearly that hasn’t worked all evening. And you haven’t reacted to any loud noises either. It must be…” His hands clasped around your waist again, making you jump and shriek. “Ah-ha! It scares you when people touch you unexpectedly.” He paused for a moment, rethinking his words. “Ahem. I didn’t mean for it to sound…”

“I know what you meant, Loki. Yes, the sudden contact scared me. You win.” He appeared somewhat relieved for a moment, then his victorious smirk returned.

“Honestly, darling – did you truly believe you could best the God of Mischief when it comes to a scare war?”

You sighed, shaking your head, and biting back sarcastically. “How could I have been so foolish?”

As you expected, the ride home was filled with Loki’s bragging to the group about having finally scared the un-scareable. Luckily, he was interrupted intermittently by his brother expressing his excitement over having finally experienced this ‘glorious Midgardian tradition,’ and by Peter insisting he had scared one of the actors in the corn maze (which Tony vehemently denied.)

On the way back into the tower, Loki ‘scared’ you again, grabbing hold of your ribs this time. You shrieked as before, hoping that the slight buckling motion away from his touch wasn’t obvious. He laughed deviously behind you.

“This is immensely entertaining. I believe I’ll need to do this more often.”

“Please… please don’t,” you begged, feeling heat creeping into your cheeks.

Loki hadn’t noticed the color in your face in the maze, mostly because it was too dark to tell. In the lights outside the tower, however, he noticed a tinge of color in your cheeks that hadn’t been there before he scared you. Humming thoughtfully to himself, he decided he’d need to investigate this further. Something was clearly flustering you about this, and he was beginning to think it wasn’t the fact that he’d frightened you, given you’d so openly admitted to it.

The next morning, you found Nat alone in the kitchen drinking coffee in the little breakfast nook as she stared out the window. You poured a cup for yourself, settling down in the chair beside her.

“The leaves are so pretty this time of year,” you sighed contentedly, breathing in the smell of your coffee before taking the first sip.

“Do you snort pumpkin spice every morning? Or were you just born this way?” she teased. You shoved her shoulder in jest.

“Don’t try to deny it – you were staring at the leaves too just now. You love the fall season just as much as I do.”

“Well, just as much might be pushing it a bit. But, yes, I’ll give you that. I like the colors.”

You grinned, setting your mug down in front of you. “See? I knew i-AHHA!”

Two sets of fingers poked into your upper ribs, forcing a reluctant, poorly disguised giggle from your mouth. You knew who it was without even turning around.

“Damn it, Loki!” you growled, whipping your head around to find the Asgardian in question standing behind you with a sly smirk etched across his face. “You’ve already proven you can scare me. There’s no need to continue.”

“Ah, but I find it amusing. And, as you know, I do have the propensity to cause mischief.” He winked at you, sending a prickle of heat through your cheeks.

“Well, go cause mischief somewhere else. I’m talking to Nat,” you shooed him, picking up your coffee and taking another sip as you glared at him over the rim of your mug. Chuckling, he walked away, leaving you to your conversation. Based on your reaction just now, he had an inkling of a thought of what might be flustering you so much. He would need to do additional testing to confirm, however.

You spent your afternoon training with Nat and Steve in the gym, working on your defense techniques. In some ways, this was almost more exhausting than practicing on the offensive, requiring you to keep your muscles tight and take a hit or two from a super soldier and an assassin. The hot shower you took afterward felt wonderful, easing the soreness in your muscles. You changed into an oversized cozy sweater and a pair of jeans, heading to the common room to relax and watch some TV for a bit.

The common room was empty, not unusual for this time in the afternoon as everyone was typically off doing their training or otherwise getting through some administrative work. You took advantage of the extra space, spreading yourself out across the largest sofa and resting your head against the arm, turning the television on. Lying there, watching the leaves fall outside the window, it was almost hypnotizing. You were pretty tired still from your training session, and it didn’t take long for you to fall into a deep sleep.

Loki hadn’t had any intentions on using the common room, but when he peered in as he passed by on his way to his room and saw you sleeping, he simply had to take the opportunity to test his theory. Stealthily, he crept into the room to stand beside the arm of the couch, looking down at your sleeping form as your chest rose and fell slowly with each breath.

“Are you awake, darling?” he asked, his tone hushed. You let out a soft groan in your sleep, rolling onto your side with your knees slightly bent and falling back into a slow breathing pattern. He chuckled as he stared down at you, assessing his next move. Silently, he leaned forward with his hands outstretched, eyes fixed on you to analyze your reaction as his fingertips made contact with your socked feet. You jerked your feet away from his touch, murmuring something incomprehensible before relaxing into the couch again.

That was all the confirmation he needed.

Grabbing your ankle in one hand, he scratched at the bottom of your now trapped foot with the other. You jolted awake, yelping sleepily before dissolving into giggles.

“Whahat – Loki!” Your eyes widened, face flushing as you realized what was happening. “Ohoh nohoho!”

“Oh-ho yes,” he mimicked, lifting your ankle off the couch as you tried to sit up and reach for his hands, pulling you onto your back. “I was beginning to suspect you were hiding something from me. This morning, you told me everything I needed to know.” His fingers scratched slowly from your heel up your arch, pausing as your giggles pitched up when his fingertips reached the space just below your toes. “You didn’t shriek when I scared you this morning. You giggled.”

“I did NOHOHOT!” Giggles turned to laughter as his fingers wormed their way under your toes, scritching against the soft fabric of your sock as you tried yanking your ankle from his grasp.

“You’re far past the opportunity for denial, darling. I’ve already discovered your secret.” Loki finally relented, releasing your ankle, and you scrambled to sit up and scoot away from his reach. He chuckled at your indignant expression, looking positively pleased with himself for figuring out your secret.

Slowly, a smirk spread across your lips. “No matter – I suppose I can tell you now. Never once did you succeed in scaring me. You’re just not scary.”

His eyes narrowed, grin vanishing from his face. “It is unwise for you to test a god. Especially one that is much stronger than you.”

“Again. Not. Scary.” Watching his face grow dark with frustration was immensely entertaining, only causing your grin to grow wider as you gazed haughtily back at him.

Suddenly, he lunged.

You found yourself flat on your back, wrists pinned at the sides of your head against the arm of the couch as Loki hovered over you with a scowl on his face. He leaned in closer, his nose nearly touching yours, and slowly a sinister smirk made its way across his face.

“Not scary, hmm? How about this –“ You pulled against his hold on your wrists as he pulled them higher over your head to hold in one hand, finding very little success in escaping his effortless vice grip. “Now that I know your weakness…” He accentuated his statement with a squeeze to your side with his free hand, making you jolt and squeak. “… being the God of Mischief, I simply must exploit it.”

“But-“

“I wasn’t finished.” He added a few more rapid squeezes to your side, effectively silencing you with your own laughter. “I’m going to test every one of your ticklish spots and find the one that makes you scream with laughter. Then, I’m going to tickle you until you are simply begging for mercy.” His smirk grew wider as your eyes grew bigger. “And I’ll have you know… I don’t do mercy.”

You responded with a small whine, unable to come up with an answer to his threat. He threw his head back, laughing heartily. When he looked back down at you, he was still grinning maniacally.

“Are you scared of me now, darling?” You nodded, feeling your face burning under his gaze. “Excellent.”

“But… like… the fun kind of scared, not the terrified kind of scared,” you said quietly, finding your voice again.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You know. Fun scared. Like what I would like to feel at those haunted hayrides. You’re still not actually scary.”

“Well then. You won’t mind if I actually go through with my threat then, will you?”

“What- no, wait WAHAIT!” You tried pleading for him to reconsider, but it was too late – you’d already teased the trickster too much, and now you had to face the consequences. He kneaded his fingers into your side again, squeezing rapidly from your hip to the bottom of your ribs as you giggled hysterically. Now that he had you pinned down, he was maddeningly methodical in his attack, taking his time to watch your facial expressions as he gradually moved his fingers around to find the spots that triggered more high-pitched giggles. You’d been tickled before, but gods he was too good at this.

“Regretting your mouthing off to me yet, darling?” He switched tactics, clawing his fingers gently into your belly through your sweater, causing you to shriek and arch your back. “I would just ask you to tell me where else you’re ticklish, but I’m having so much fun finding out for myself.”

“Ahah-hai-I’m going to kihihill you!”

“You’re not exactly in the position to make threats, are you?” Realizing you jolted every time his fingers skittered over the side of your belly, he refocused his efforts, digging into the hypersensitive spot.

“Ahahaha… yohohou still aharen’t SCAHARY!”

Loki’s fingers stilled against your belly for a moment. He growled threateningly. “Are you trying to insult me?”

“It’s not an insult if it’s the TRUTH!”

“You…” You squeaked as he slid his hand back to your side, slowly traveling up your ribs. “… are in a terribly precarious position at the moment, darling.” He splayed his fingers wide along your ribcage, threateningly pressing his fingertips into the spaces without moving. “I suggest you apologize.”

“WAIT! Ahalright, I’m sorry… that you’re NOT SCARY-AHAHA NOHOHO!” With a playful growl, he began harshly digging his fingers into your ribcage, testing your reaction at each rib, gradually making his way higher as your laughter became more desperate. You kicked your feet against the couch cushions in ticklish agony.

“I’ll remind you – I don’t do mercy. Especially after such a rude false apology.” You curled your knees up toward your belly, trying to cover as many of your vulnerable areas as possible while also pushing your feet against his hips to shove him off of you without the use of your hands. He released your wrists then, returning his attention to your feet as he grabbed hold of your ankles. “Darling, I already know your feet are ticklish, why would you try to kick me? Didn’t you realize this would be the result?”

“It made you let go of my arms, didn’t it?” you smirked, dissolving into giggles once again as his fingers found the sole of your foot, grazing along the outside of the arch. Curiously, he shifted his tickling fingers to sweep along the tops of your feet, looking all too pleased with himself when your giggling became more desperate. “WAHAIT NOHO! IHI DIDN’T EVEN KNOHOW ABOUT THAHAT SPOT!”

“I did warn you. Every potential vulnerable spot you may have, I’ll find it.” Growing tired of evading your hands, he suddenly yanked your ankles back down to rest on the couch, pinning you down under his weight as he grabbed hold of your wrists once again. “Why was it you wanted your arms free? Were you trying to prevent me from reaching your weak spot?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you sassed. Merely chuckling in response, he wrestled your wrists down to pin your hands under his knees, rendering you unable to move your arms.

“I would, actually.” His fingers shot into the space under your arms, making you flinch even before he dug into the sensitive skin there. Resting his fingertips against your uppermost ribs, he shot you a knowing smirk. There was a vicious excitement in his eyes as he added pressure with just his index fingers, making you twitch and whine. He repeated the motion, laughing sinisterly as you squealed. “And I believe I’ve found my answer.”

“No, Loki, wait… let’s… can’t we just talk about this? Let’s be reasonable here,” you laughed nervously.

“Any last words, darling?” Ignoring your pleas, he began to ever so gently scratch along your uppermost rib, already fraying your nerves as you bit your bottom lip to try to hold in the desperate giggles trying to escape with just the slightest touch in that god awful spot.

You opened your mouth, eyes wide as if you were going to continue to beg and plead for him to have mercy on you, but the look in his eyes was all you needed to know there was no mercy to be had. If you were going down, you were going down swinging.

“You will never be scary.”

Eyes flashing, he dug all ten fingers into your underarms, throwing you into immediate hysterics as you writhed to escape his touch. Still, you refused to plead with him now, trying to at least maintain some dignity as he tickled you to pieces. That is, until he found the softest part in the very center of your underarm. He finally got the scream he was hoping for when he scratched his fingers deep into the skin there, followed by hiccupping laughter as you lost the strength to fight against his hold. You were thanking your earlier self for throwing on this heavy sweater – if this is how badly he could tickle you through all this fabric, you shuddered to think what it would feel like in a lighter t-shirt.

Although, you couldn’t lie to yourself – it was fun to laugh like this. And also, you finally got to be physically close to Loki, even though you still couldn’t fake being scared to save your life.

But he wasn’t exaggerating when he said he wouldn’t stop until you were begging for mercy. The damned Asgardian was unrelenting – now that he’d identified what was clearly your weak spot, his hands never strayed away from it, digging and scratching and clawing into the skin until your resolve had weakened so much you had to start pleading again, much to your chagrin.

When he finally decided he’d had his fun, removing his hands from under your arms and releasing your hands, you were too tired to even move to protect yourself – you just lay there in the same way he’d pinned you down, chest heaving with breathless exertion. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, even as you came down from your ticklish euphoric state.

“Are you alright, darling? I didn’t actually break you, did I?” Loki asked, eyebrows raised in concern. You nodded weakly, finding the strength to lift your hands to your face to wipe the tears of mirth from your eyes. He grasped your hand, helping you sit up and rubbing a firm hand against your back.

“I’m alright, I promise,” you insisted. “I told you – the fun sort of scared. You’re not actually scary, I hate to tell you.”

“Many would disagree with you on that, darling.” He grinned, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. You squeezed his hand tighter, realizing he hadn’t let go of yours after he helped you to sit up.

“You’re not the same person you used to be,” you assured, offering him a soft smile. Teasingly, you added, “And if anyone still disagrees with me, I’ll beat them senseless.”

He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head with a more genuine smile. He gave your hand one last squeeze in silent thanks before releasing you, scooting over to allow you more room to sit. You leaned back into the couch cushions, glancing out the window at the bright leaves against the darkening sky.

“I’m still going to make you try a pumpkin spice coffee with me. You don’t get to shirk all the other fall traditions just because you like Halloween the most.”

Loki sighed, submitting to your demand. “I suppose I’ll humor you. Where does one find such a drink?”

You glanced at him, lips twitching up into a small, shy smile. “Come out to breakfast with me tomorrow morning. I’ll show you my favorite café. They make the best pumpkin spice coffee.”

Returning your smile with a small, involuntary one of his own, he nodded. “I’d like that very much.”

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hopelessly-me · 3 years

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Spooky prompt: avengers pumpkin carving contest

LISA HI! Omg- this one turned into feelings. I was originally going to write it to be a silly, crack type fic but then... my brain decided feelings had to be had. So here is some Bucky and Clint (with the team) goodness, and I hope you enjoy. (1689 word count)

If y'all want to send me spooky season themed prompts, I'm still open to doing them. =)

“Going to join in?” Clint asked Bucky, tilting his head over to the layers of plastic wrap on the floor constructed in a large circle, pumpkins all around.

“I… don’t know,” Bucky answered honestly.

“I’ll save you a spot, just in case,” Clint said with a wink before he walked over to the group that was assembling. Clint placed his forearm and elbow on Bruce’s shoulder, looking at the scientist and smiling.

“You know… it might not be a bad thing if you tried,” Steve pointed out. Bucky nearly jumped, not expecting Steve so close. “If you want, you can help me with my pumpkin.”

“I think I should sit this one out,” Bucky said.

He knew Steve wouldn’t push. None of them would. It was only a few months since Bucky had started his stay at the Tower and there were just some things he wasn’t ready to do just yet. Going out on Avenger mission, training with them- even holding knives could make him start to panic a little, worry that something, somewhere, deep within him would come back out. He couldn’t shake the idea that the Soldier sometimes had more control than Bucky did, and it was terrifying.

“Let me know if you change your mind,” Steve said, patting his shoulder before he walked by. “Alright guys- ready?” he asked. “FRIDAY, are you taping this?” Steve asked.

“Of course, Captain,” the AI system said.

“Alright guys, Rules for the annual Avengers pumpkin carving contest. You may only use the tools in front of you. No additional knives, no lasers- nothing.” Bucky was pretty sure Tony pouted. “We have one hour to recreate the pumpkin that auto generates on the screen. Whoever wins gets the entire month of November off from training. All agreed?”

“Agreed,” was the common response.

“Alright then. FRIDAY, the count down please,” Steve said.

A handful of months and slowly Bucky was learning about the people who stayed in the Tower nearly full time. He knew who he could go to when he needed to get his mind off of things, and who he could sit with when he just needed some quiet time. He knew who was up for the most fun, and who would really rather be alone themselves without someone nearby. But it seemed like no matter how they liked to live their lives, everyone came together for these monthly “family night” events and would just… breathe. They would all find enjoyment out of each other’s quirks and sometimes those moments transcended into their daily lives.

Still- Bucky wasn’t ready to be fully involved yet. He was still working out if he felt like he deserved it, which was harder when Tony became visibly worried of Bucky’s presence in the room, especially if he was around knives. And while Bucky knew he couldn’t take the blame for things he didn’t have control over, that didn’t mean he couldn’t take the emotions from it and hold them close.

He walked around the room and watched as everyone worked on their pumpkins. He was beginning to see who were the artistic types and who wasn’t solely based on how well their Haunted Houses turned out. Natasha might not be the best artistically but she was by the far the best with wielding a knife, although Clint was a close second. Steve was arguably the best artistically, Sam fairly good himself, but neither of them could wield the tools in front of them quite like Clint and Natasha.

“Hey,” Clint said, looking up from his pumpkin with a smile.

“Hey. Having fun?” Bucky asked.

“Eh. It’s pumpkin carving,” Clint answered honestly. “Wanna sit?” he asked. Bucky couldn’t see the harm of sitting there, so he did. “Spooky season. How do you feel about it?”

“Well.. at one time in my life I would say that there wasn’t a point to it because monsters weren’t really,” Bucky answered. “Now… that’s a hard argument to make.”

“No joke,” Clint muttered.

“What about you?” Bucky asked.

“I love everything Halloween,” Clint answered. “Magic might not be my favorite thing, but I like everything else. Corn mazes, hayrides, pumpkin spiced everything.” He was leaning over, the back of his shirt riding up as he did so. “But growing up in the circus- you get to see Halloween every day. I used to hate it for the longest time because the season reminded me of my life before SHIELD and the Avengers. Now I can kind of separate the two and go back to loving the season again. Haunted houses and all.”

Bucky knew there was a point to this conversation. Clint didn’t open up about his life before SHIELD to anyone without there being a reason. So when Bucky didn’t answer, Clint looked over at him and held the smallest of the knives out to him. Bucky looked down at his hand, covered in chipped away pumpkin and tiny little scars before he looked back up.

“You can still hate what they put you through. But you get to decide how to move forward and what you get to love again. And maybe carving pumpkins can be one of those things,” Clint said. “Your choice though.”

Bucky nodded and took the tool out of Clint’s hand and pulled the pumpkin over between them. “Never carved one before,” he admitted. “At least not that I can remember.”

“That’s okay, my pumpkin looks like shit anyway,” Clint replied.

Bucky turned it around and snorted. “Did you even try to make this a haunted house?” Bucky asked, looking at the stars and the arrows Clint had etched into the pumpkin.

“Nah. Not with the shit food I eat all the time. I need that training in my life,” Clint answered with a grin. He scooted closer to Bucky and set the rest of the tools between them. “Your move, Barnes.”

The hour passed much too quickly before the fake air horn sounded. Bucky startled and looked at the others before he looked down at the pumpkin in front of him. Arrows and stars, a moon, planets, swirls- the pumpkin he shared with Clint looked like a mess of anything and everything they could think of. Bucky glanced up at Clint, who was all smiles, leaning over and talking to Sam, checking out his pumpkin and laughing. Bucky looked back at the pumpkin and the tools that were set between them.

“You alright?” Natasha asked.

Bucky looked over, Natasha leaned over his way in one of those rare moments she was willing to extend the olive branch, just a little. “Yeah- I’m alright,” Bucky admitted, finally setting that small tool Clint had handed over down. “I… think we might have lost the contest,” he admitted.

“If it makes you feel better… Steve always wins,” Natasha said before she leaned back and away.

Each pumpkin was turned around when Steve called out to them. Thor looked mighty proud of his attempt, which wasn’t half bad if it wasn’t for the fact that half of the house looked like it had toppled over due to a misplaced cut. Tony’s and Bruce’s looked almost exactly alike- both simple in form, but to the point- Bucky wondered if it was because they could look at blueprints and space things out easily. Natasha and Sam’s looked like completely failed attempts, just like Wanda and Vision’s attempt, but none of them seemed to care.

“Alright you two- how did it go?” Steve asked, looking at Clint and Bucky.

“Ta-da!” Clint said loudly, proud of their work as he turned the pumpkin around. “I am calling this one- friendship!”

“Wow. Masterful art piece. We should encase it,” Tony taunted with a smile. “It’s very early childhood-esque. It make you feel-”

“Ew, don’t museum me. That’s what Steve is for in real museums,” Clint scolded playfully.

“Did you even attempt a haunted house anywhere in that?” Sam asked with a grin.

“Who would do haunted houses when you can do arrows?” Clint asked. He sighed dreamily and let himself fall back, Bucky’s arm reaching out quickly to prevent him from hitting the ground. “I love arrows.”

“You’re a dork,” Natasha said through a laugh.

“Honestly- is anyone surprised by bird brain and Terminator’s pumpkin?” Tony asked. There was a small chorus of no. “Alright Steve-”

Bucky watched as the team argued and bickered about who’s pumpkin was best. Clint had leaned forward again, throwing himself into the conversation, grinning and laughing with the others. Bucky looked back down at the pumpkin that Clint and him made, still trying to figure out how he felt about it until he realized that this was the closest he had been to the team since coming along. That warm feeling started to push its way in as he realized for almost an hour he was lost in something other than his thoughts, and that he was part of this small community.

Looking up, Bucky caught Steve’s eyes on him before Steve smiled and looked down at the pumpkin. Bucky nodded and smiled himself before he glanced over at the person who helped make it happen. Clint stated how he needed the training because his diet was shit. Maybe Bucky should start going to the training sessions now- needing them to help him settle into this community. Maybe he was finally ready for it.

“Rigged! This contest is rigged! Clearly my pumpkin is the best!” Steve shouted.

“Sorry Stevie- the voting has concluded,” Clint said in a very serious tone. “Brucie has the best pumpkin.” Bruce’s face was starting to turn red and Natasha had leaned over, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“It's okay to lose sometimes, Stevie,” Tony taunted, reaching out to pick at Steve, who pushed his hands away.

“Collusion,” Steve muttered.

“Collusion,” Sam repeated in a high pitched tone, straightening up as he laughed, his hands over his stomach. The whole team was laughing now. Clint knocked over, pressing against Bucky’s side to keep himself upright. Bucky looked at him and smiled before he looked at Steve.

“Sorry Punk,” Bucky offered.

“Yeah yeah- it’s alright,” Steve said. “Happy Halloween, team.”

#spooky season prompts #a wild prompt appeared

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fandom-sheep · 3 years

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Fundy 28 APR 21

Delayed Liveblog Vault Hunters Part 1/1

Our favorite fox is damp. And apparently can’t get his hair to sit right.

He’s already having to raise the redemption price. It’s been 5 seconds.

I don’t even quite get Vault Hunters I know Hbomb did it last season and that it.

Charm. Lovely.

Is the bottom right a confetti cannon?

Oh no we have to fight? We can’t be trusted.

We are the sort of people to purposefully lose the fight.

Don’t get me wrong. We love Fundy and will cry on command. But also we are rather mean to him.

Mystic Tomato. I don’t know what it is but I love it.

I was saving up Chanel points for water and ads. But now I gotta save for those and the little fun reward pack things.

Oh no. Did we hit 100 subs already? That’s what it says over his name?

Confetti canon?

5up! Hooray!

HBomb humoring Fundy with the emotes.

Fight fight fight!

So close. We tried out best to fight the giant.

Alright chat. We need another arena. Everyone get him.

Everyone in chat yelling about Phil doing stuff in OSMP. Wrong server y’all. We can deal with that later.

Ooo are we doing VC?

Everything is so chaotic already.

Tubbo and Fundy trying to figure everything out.

You know things are confusing when the original people are like “the what?”

There was a how to play meeting? And somehow these boys are still confused.

Tubbo at least has an excuse to be confused.

I love skill trees in games. They just look so pretty.

“I see a melon!” -Fundy

5up our beloved.

My streamer is being beat up with a boomerang.

Fundy doesn’t know what’s happening, but he’s rich so it works.

Tubbo is just saying every name in hopes he says the right one.

Pizza!

We attack!

WE WIN!

We did it! We’re a good chat!

Is 5ups skin still cog champ themed? Maybe not. Maybe my brain is being goofy.

Is Fundy complaining about his hair? I’m not actually paying attention. What is chat on about.

That’s one thing that can be said about all the chats. They like it when their streamers have fluffy hair.

Chat really is just crying aren’t they. Fundy’s chat has a skill of crying at everything.

Hooray 5up is active! Fundy go say hi for us!

Hooray friends!

Super good item! I don’t get it, but super good item!

ITS THE BEING!

Arena arena. We’re almost to the arena!

Aww. I missed the bets.

ARENA TIME!

Beat em up chat!

Oh no. He’s hitting hard.

WE DIDS IT!

ARENA TIME!

Oh were getting hit hard.

But we did it!

Good Job Wolf! Awesome Millionaire!

No arena box for winning. Rude.

Chat can’t even remember how many fights we’ve won.

Stupid full inventory.

Temporary base on the hill.

Pretty chest!

All the gifted subs. Such a popular streamer.

That looks so cool! I missed what it did but it looks cool!

Ooo all sorts of cool things.

Look at chat go

SHULKER SHELLS!

Look at everyone giving Fundy things.

It’s neato that they use peoples skins. That you can see the people who donated.

Shulker crates! Nice! That’ll be good for transporting things.

We’re so fancy.

Ooo sorting. The most complicated thing.

Chats over here spoiling our streamer.

Wool?

ARENA TIME!

We got this!

Beat em up subs!

WE WON!

Looting 2 noice.

Mods bribing chat to stop barking with Scooby snacks. I love them so much.

Wolf my dear you have done nothing wrong.

Oh cloud9 has a fox skin!

Ooo create mod. We know about that.

A lovely little base.

Cake is being stolen all over the place.

Stab stab the dragon.

Hooray follow goal! Music time!

Oh... that was it. Alrighty we’ll take what we can get.

Time to win an arena subs. We want music.

Our boy is confused.

Fundy just read the chat. They are telling you.

I got to get this time! The subs will destroy everyone!

Happy Halloween?

Gasp! Mega gift!

Pretty skin!

We love the Fundy mods dearly. They are so chill and nice.

The water well has run dry.

The streamer has escaped. It’s just us, the mods, and the chair.

Oh a Schlatt plush! Neato!

Schlushy I agree with that name.

“Not the hat the other one.” LOL.

Chat go Glatt

Went to get water the. Forgot to drink it.

Subs can modify emotes left and right.

Viper good job! Good book!

Fundy doing his game at middle of the night o’clock.

Streamer... please sleep. Please eat meals.

We’re almost at the Arena!

Sleep 8 hours... just at the wrong time.

Chat fully admitting to thinking our streamer is dumb enough to fall in lava.

We have learned to balance our expectations Fundy.

Oh this is going to be a long stream. A really long stream. I’ll probably need to take a break and do some work.

Arena Time! Beat em up subs!

Good job subs!! You did it!

Let’s see what we get for the arena.

So many Wolf!

Diamond!!!

Putting the winners on their boxes. Nice.

I have so much work to do, but I just want to watch the funky Fox.

Villagers? We love villagers.

PIANO!

Oh we’re switching screens it’s serious piano.

So lovely. I love listening to music people do their things.

I love the fact the subs keep shouting FundyJam!

I swear improv music should not sound this lovely

Spooky sounding tune. Sounds like a boss fight in a haunted castle.

Awesome piano!

Poor boy so annoyed by his hair. Bless his heart.

For anyone who doesn’t touch Twitter. The Fundy Updates Twitter is fabulous and amazing. They are just always so upbeat over everything.

Trying to nether portal. You go fox friend.

Wow Just portal to the center do a lava lake. Under soul sand.

You go 5up! You get that bastion.

Rip 5up.

Poor Fundy doing his best.

How’s the VC crew doing?

MENDING GOLD PANTS!!!

The drip is back!

Also I voted no in the will he burn pole. I have faith in my streamers.

We’re calling Fundy emo now. And he’s trying to deny having an emo phase, and failing.

I don’t know what’s happening half the time in this chat.

Fire Fox!

We’re still calling Fundy emo. Chat spoils the streamer and chat bullies the streamer.

Oh are we trending emo Fundy? Nice. I’m conveniently scrolling on Twitter.

Look at us bully our streamer.

The two people in chat. Those saying emo Fundy. Those going “his hair is nice stfu”. The duality of chat.

Sounds of suffering coming from the nether.

Fundy has taken responsibility for enderpearls.

We cursed Fundy? I look away for 10 seconds.

Pixel has turned on Fundy.

Fight that ghast.

Fundy’s going to get all the endermen.

Piglin goes smack.

We’re wearing the drip. Nice.

Everyone gets rich so fast here.

Well. We’ll just leave the corpse there.

Sizzle.

The people who bet on him dying are so rich in channel points now.

*sad fox noises*

Surely not. Fundy we have lost all hope in you.

Pixel doing everything they can to do anti emo Fundy.

Aww. I missed the prediction. I bet he won’t die. I believe in him.

Fundy being scared by his own body. Cant wait to see that clip everywhere on YouTube.

Back to attacking the endermen.

Tubbo is such a villain. He’s so willing to kill HBomb.

Fundy just getting back to work.

I’m sorry corpses become skeletons. That’s horrid.

Off to get the dragon. The dragon the dragon.

Tubbo was smote.

HBomb and Fundy fully ready to be that person that steals the temple.

Hbomb shaped chest. That is great.

Everyone bullying HBomb.

Almost Arena time.

Betting yes on the arena. The subs are strong and they’ve got this.

My twitch app is being stupid. This might be my signal to take a break and do my school work.

8k boosters and the chat goes nuts.

Chat from where I am is just a bunch of booster packs. I think I need to close and reopen the app.

There we go. There is the lovely chat.

Arena time!

Aww. My bet disappeared when I moved the app.

No! He’s cheating! The subs are doing their best!

Good job subs!

I mean it’s a diamond sword. It’s not diamonds but it’ll do.

I heard a du du du du?

I’ve got to go. Time to be productive with my life and time.

Let me know if I miss anything especially stupid or funny.

Alright it’s been 2 and a half hours but I’m back.

Looks like I missed a lot, and the boy has been going 5 hours.

Still on Vault Hunters? How is he not tired of this yet good gracious.

We’re enchantin’

I don’t know what’s happening but I’m watching.

Who stole all the luck from the boy?

Good that he’s drinking plenty of water

Good that he’s taking a break for foods.

What is with the lightening sounds? I don’t like it.

Spare the soup pet.

Sadness. No 3rd cow.

Yes! One more arena!

Lure da cows.

No that’s the Fundy Cow!

Nooooo. That’s worse than killing it!

Did we win our other arenas? I only say the first 5 or so.

Lightening Cow. Lovely.

Noooo the cowwww!

For once Fundy isn’t the one thriving.

He tunneled the cow out. Wow.

Bye 5up! Good luck!

Hi Crumb. The cow was snatched.

Noooo. Quit stealing our cows!

What he jumps like Superman and steals our cows.

Cow bunker.

These cows will get snatched. I just know it.

No. No taking da cows.

Our cows must be protected.

Enchanting is not on our fox’s side

Oh so they did beat the enderdragon. Good for them.

All sorts of neato elytra.

I must go again. I am called to dinner.

Good job getting you diamond sir.

30 minutes later I am back and we are chatting with HBomb.

Sharp boomerang.

Saw a bit of cat maid peaking out there.

5up judging Fundy for just sitting and mining.

Oh the facecam is off. I’m just noticing.

I guess it probably goofed up and froze.

Everyone in chat talking about how much to make the magic packs. I like the people saying 6.9k just for the funnies.

I’m voting 6.9k in the pole just for the funny.

I know it won’t win but I’m doing my part.

Goblins? What the squeak did I miss?

What. We stab the goblins. And they give us emeralds?

This mans has been going for 6 hours and a while. I hope he doesn’t forget to look after himself. He was talking about eating an hour ago.

I love all the product minions. All the donators just chilling on their chests.

Why are all the minions black and white? I missed that one?

Oh they run out. They ran out of stuff and out of color.

Wealth in the chest, since we don’t have a mouth.

Angel or Fairy? Is that even a question? (Chat chose fairy)

Fairy Fox. I want to draw that but have negative amounts of art skills.

We’re killing time until we hit 7 hours.

We’re meeting up with 5up! Nice!

Oh HBomb left and thought Fundy hadn’t done anything in 20 minutes but jump around his castle. LOL.

We hit 7 hours and dipped.

7 hours and almost a thousand subs. Look at us go.

Hello Puffy Raiders! You’re a bit late but hello!

Oh no. He’s panicking and not ending.

Please someone who feels like being annoying remind the mans to eat.

Raffle? Oh donators! They go through a raffle thingy! Nice!

Hooray OSMP but also Fundy please sleep and such.

Not even raffling. Just opening and closing.

Nice spin noises.

WOLF! Wolf earned to win the raffle.

Wait wait wait? Fundy go get some food and go to bed!

Hey look there is our streamer!

This is the max post size lol. 5up raid let’s go! Hello 5up! We are here! But now I’m going to bed. Oh nevermind. I hear the fox. Ah that’s smart 5up. Anyway. I’m gone now.

#vault hunters #Fundy #fundylive #our poor streamer was so confused the entire time #the chat loved spoiling him during this #delayed liveblogging

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anythingstephenking · 7 years

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Drive My Car

After months without turning a single page, I am crusin’! Man I am really on a roll! If you haven’t guessed yet, I am making car puns, as we dive (drive?) into Christine, the killer car story King promised his publishers would come after Different Seasons.

(Side note: while reading I make notes on my phone of pages to reference back to, cause only a real monster dog-ears pages. My notes on Christine read “crusin’…. on a roll… think of other car puns.” I didn’t.)

Although Wikipedia claims this book was published in ’82, it was actually released in ’83. Really letting me down Wikipedia. But happily I move into the next year of King books, and one step closer to catching them all like they were a buncha Pokemon.

This cover art is the tits. Also, the author’s photo on the back! Lastly, the inner cover with SK initialed in red and gold, like Gryffindor for serial killers.

This book has no preface or afterword, which is where I usually learn all my fun facts, so I did a bit more digging (nay, googling) for the backstory on this guy.

Well I couldn’t turn out much of interest. Sorry to disappoint. The story must have just appeared in King’s brain one day. I did love that the book was dedicated to George Romero. I have enjoyed learning all about King’s friendships, and imagine they all get together once a month in some kind of bizarro-minds-club, play cribbage and gripe about how everyone thinks they’re weirdos.

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Each of the 51 chapters starts with a song lyric about cars. If you’ve ever listened to Car Talk, you know the list of songs about cars is long. I recognized the Bruce Springsteen ones. It was a throwaway device IMO, and just made me feel bad for the intern that had to work to get the rights to use 51 different song lyrics. King actually calls this out in a brief Author’s Note on the copyright page of my “Book Club” edition copy, thanking specific folks for helping him get the rights. OK, I guess I forgive you Stephen. Kisses.

On the surface, Christine is a story that is part killer car, part demon possession and part star-crossed lovers. I know, right?

Christine tells the story of Arnie Cunningham and his car Christine. Annie is your run-of-the-mill nerd. He’s got bad skin and has never done anything his parents wouldn’t approve of. His best bud Dennis is decidedly a cooler cat - he plays football so that means he’s automatically elevated to a higher class.

One day Arnie sees Christine, sitting broken on the lawn of an equally broken house and decides he has to have her. Men (eyeroll). He buys her from the owner, Roland LeBay and off he goes to a local garage to fix her up.

Dennis is almost immediately unnerved by Christine. Rightfully so, since the car goes on to kill a bunch of people.

Then along comes Leigh Cabot, the new girl in school. All the guys have the hots for her, but she’s only got eyes for Arnie. For once, the pretty girl picks the nerd, and it doesn’t really go all that well for her. Pick the quarterback the next time honey.

So Arnie and Leigh are an item, and Leigh also hates Christine. No one can quite put their fingers on it, but a rotten smell runs through her interior and the radio seems stuck on the 50’s rock station. Dennis and Leigh are plagued by nightmares of Christine coming to life.

And suddenly the engine began to rev and fall off, rev and fall off; its a hungry sound, frightening, and each time the engine revs Christine seems to lunge forward a bit, like a mean dog on a weak leash… and I want to move… but my feet seem nailed to the cracked pavement of the driveway.

King takes his time to build the story up, as he so often does. Christine doesn’t claim her first victim until halfway through. Until then you’re stuck with this looming sense of dread, knowing terrible things are coming. Every time Christine’s headlights turned on by themselves I muttered “oh... no “ to myself.

It’s not enough that Christine comes to life and runs people over (even manages this feat on a guy who is inside his house), but Arnie begins to take on characteristics of the previous owner, Roland LeBay. Since Roland was a real grade-a asshole, this doesn’t sit well with his friend, girlfriend or family. He becomes more and more like LeBay, until there’s no nerd left. Watching Arnie fall apart is heartbreaking.

But past the surface, Christine is a story of the pains of growing up, which isn’t really a new theme for King, who came of age himself in the 50s. And so often with King’s stories of teenage agony, and even when the story takes place in 1978, the 50s are lurking.

Before Arnie’s demise, he makes off-handed comments about how his parents know that having kids remind them that they’re going to die. Pretty grim stuff.

And Dennis has this revelation while out in Christine for the first time:

I was surprised by a choking panic that climbed up in my throat like dry fire. It was the first time a feeling like that came over me that year - but not the last. Yet it’s hard for me to explain, or even define. It had something to do with realizing that it was August 11, 1978, that I was going to be a senior in high school next month, and that when school started again it meant the end of a long, quiet phase of my life. I was getting ready to be a grown-up, and I saw that somehow - saw it for sure, for the first time in that lovely but somehow ancient spill of golden light flooding the alleyway between a bowling alley and a roast beef joint. And I think I understood then that what really scares people about growing up is that you stop trying on the life-mask and start trying on another one. If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.

And these kids learn their lesson.

In some ways, Christine felt like a stronger coming of age tale than The Body. I was really rooting for these kids.

7/10

First line: This is the story of a lover’s triangle, I suppose you’d say - Arnie Cunningham, Leigh Cabot, and, of course, Christine.

Last line: His unending fury.

Added Bonus: King said in an interview about Christine getting killed and perhaps coming back to life (35 year old spoiler, sorry!): "All I can think of would be if the parts are recycled, you'd end up with this sort of homicidal Cuisinart, or something like that!”

Hardy Har Har! I might not be scared of cars but I am now scared of my food processor.

Adaptations:

Christine The Movie was the quickest turn-around from page to screen of any King movie, which began filming just as the book was released. The producer was a friend of King’s, and signed on before the book was published. He had his pick between Christine and Cujo, and chose Christine because Cujo seemed “too silly.” For real bro? I mean, they’re both great stories but I would tend to think of a rabid dog as a more serious threat than a sentient car that love Buddy Holly songs and blood.

1983 was a busy year for King movies. I’ve lost track since I am reading the books chronologically but not watching the movies that way. I’ve already watched some spectacularly bad King movies, but at this point in 1983, the movie-going public had only seen Carrie, Salem’s Lot and The Shining. Given the popularity of 2/3 of these movies, I bet everyone in Hollywood wanted their hands on the rights to a King story.

In 1983 Cujo, The Dead Zone and Christine all hit the big screens in August, October and December, respectively. I don’t know for sure but if I had to guess, that was too much King.

So, if you expect a whole lot of a John Carpenter movie about a killer car, well then, that’s your own fault. This movie was a lot of fun. As with so many King movies, his storytelling and character building just doesn’t translate to the big screen. The screenwriters seemed to not even care to try, boiling the main characters down to stereotypes. Arnie rocks giant glasses with tape across the arch; Dennis wears his letterman jacket; Leigh’s got great legs. Christine rolls around killing people that cross Arnie. There’s little mention of LeBay or his backstory in creating (or at least encouraging) Christine.

Instead, there’s the film’s opening sequence to explain Christine’s origin, which I just adored. Christine’s rolling along the production line in Detroit, the sole red car in a sea of white. A line worker attempts to open her hood, and it promptly clasps down on his hand. All while George Thorogood’s Bad To The Bone plays. Just on the nose, great start.

Unlike the novel with its clear themes of friendship, first love and looming adulthood, this movie is about one thing and one thing only - a killer car. Which is really ok. John Carpenter does his best and there’s some suspenseful moments with Halloween-esque sound effects. Whenever someone is pissing Christine off she locks her doors and Little Richard starts singing from her stereo "Keep a knockin' but you can't come in.” Christine catches on fire and still manages to run someone down, setting him on fire in the process. I’m not much a fan of big action sequences, but knowing they used almost 30 cars to make this and everything was filmed sans CGI made me appreciate it more.

Before I go, quick notes on the cast. Kevin Bacon was set to play Dennis, but chose to do Footloose instead. Good call, past Kevin Bacon. So they cast this guy, who is basically a poor man Kevin Bacon.

Leigh is played by Alexandra Paul, who would go on to rock a rad red swimsuit on Baywatch. Kelly Preston has a small role, and would go on to play the role of a lifetime as John Travolta’s wife. Rounding out the supporting cast was Robert Proskey (who I remember as Mr. Lundy in Mrs. Doubtfire), and Harry Dean Stanton who has basically been in everything.

Next up is Pet Semetery, which is (Chris Trager voice) literally my favorite King. My goal is to get through It before the new movie comes out in September, which means I have six books to get through in 3 months. So (spooky voice) I’ll be right back!

#christine #stephen king #book review #movie review

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