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Ghostie II 🕷️

in which you get paid a visit by ghostface

w/c: 7.6K

pairing: ghostface!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut, mention of stalking, obsessiveness, murder, blood. knife play (?), teasing, fingering, fucks you dumb, breeding

part one ~ part three

It was the next morning and I was having brunch with a few of my friends while they were talking about what happened at the party. I was zoning out, my mind only focused on one thing, or rather one person...

And there was no way in hell I would tell them what I got up to-

I literally wouldn't even be able to explain how it happened- because I really just got lucky... plus it's fucking embarrassing how fast I folded.....

Which should be expected of me, I mean they all know how much I love that series but they don't know I've always wanted to be a victim of Ghostface... not to get killed but to see if I could escape. Flirt my way out. Though I ended up getting something better from getting that infamous phone call.

They would turn my confession into a fucking lecture... and I mean I technically don't know what he looks like, and for all I know he could've told me a fake name. Plus it's not like I helped him cover up a murder or anything, if anything I prevented him from killing anyone because there wasn't any news that he killed anyone last night. He said he had things to attend to, but soon as I woke up and checked the news on the tv, there was nothing.

So maybe, just maybe having phone sex with Ghostface... saved some lives...

My thoughts get cut short when Ryan nudges my side and gives me a side eye to pay attention to our friend Val. I shrug and take a bite of the last of my pancakes looking across the booth to look at the brunette and try to catch up on whatever she was rambling on about.

"Les digo, he wanted me so fucking badly!!" she exclaims and I snort. (I'm telling you)

"Te estaba dando los ojos toda la noche wey-" Ryan says and I burst out laughing. (he was giving you those eye all night bitch)

"Como debe de- I saw what you wore Val, it shouldn't be so surprising..." I compliment and give her a wink. (as he should)

She waves me off and I point a finger at her, raising an eyebrow. "No menti weya." I say and she laughs. (I didn't lie bitch)

"Anyways, what's got you ignoring my chisme huh?" she teases and I bite my lip. (gossip/tea)

What kind of lie would be believable.....

"I'm just tired..." I lied and shrug, "I went to sleep late finishing the screams movies-"

"Bitch again!?!" Ryan blurts out and I hold back a laugh.

"Yeah, what else would I rather be doing?" I say and shake my head at the double entendres.

"Literally partying with us..." our other friend, Ella, says and I laugh.

"As if, Gho-"

"Do not fucking start. Ghostface didn't make a appearance and we all survived! Maybe parties are a new exception to the rules." Val cuts me off and I give her a playful glare.

"Well still I just had the urge to stay home, plus my mom said if I went out she'd kill me instead." I say and shrug not wanting to elaborate.

"Y'know what, that's fair-" Ella starts before getting cut off by Val.

"In what world is Ghostface gonna mess with a Mexican mom. Our moms are built different, with one look he'd be a goner." She says making me laugh.

"As if our Ghostface would be kind enough for that." I respond and grab my cup of coffee taking a sip.

"Y'know the odds of Ghostface being Mexican are very high..." Val trails on with a knowing smirk and I raise an eyebrow.

Oh now we're talking....

My dumbass hadn't even thought about that....

We are in a mainly Mexican filled town.....

"Now you're gonna give this bitch even more sick ideas." Ryan says with an exaggerated groan and motions his head to me.

I snicker and shrug, "Maybe I already have 'em." I say playfully, knowing deep down it's far too late.

"I mean imagine, what if it's someone we know- or oh my god what if it was someone at the party last night?!?" Val exclaims excitedly making me bite my lip.

"I don't think it'd be someone we know..." I trail on unsure of how to continue.

"Why not?" Ella asks cocking an eyebrow.

I shrug and chuckle, "We don't know any psychopaths."

"Besides you-" Ryan blurts out and I turn around to punch his arm.

"Fuck off." I snarl and shake my head. I'm not that bad....

"Well then who do you think it could be?" Val asks putting her elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hand, looking at me intently.

I bite my lip and think. I literally had no fucking clue- I'd never heard his voice before because if I have, I would never, ever forget it. His voice was so attractive, enticing. It scratched a part of my brain and heart strings, just beautifully. If his voice was enough for me to have two full body shaking orgasms, then what if his-

My dirty thoughts get cut short when I hear an all too familiar voice and I groan. "It's been a while since I last joined you guys."

I look up to see my irritating cheating ex standing next to our table and I roll my eyes. "Yeah and for good reason." I snarl and I feel Ryan trying to grab my hand to keep my calm.

"Don't be like that, I know you've missed me." He says with the most obnoxious tone.

"No one has missed you actually, and we all wish you were dead!" Val blurts out making me snicker.

"What she said! You made your cake Jose, now eat it, and choke on it." I snarl and glare at him.

He huffs and tries to act all macho, when Ella grabs her butter knife and pokes him on his side then motions to the door behind us. The look she gave him was surprisingly terrifying and thankfully enough for him to scoff then storm off. I heard the ding of the door ring and I sigh, thank god that he was a little bitch knowing my friends wouldn't hesitate to do shit. "Thanks." I mumble and shake my head in disbelief.

"I don't understand how he thinks he can cheat on you with multiple women then think it's fine and come crawling back-"

"Val-"

"He's a dickhead!! Un pinche maldito que no merece nada-" she says and I hold a finger up. (A fucking asshole that doesn't deserve shit-)

"Thank you- it's fine, I'm good. I might need a restraining order though, I'm tired of his bullshit." I groan and the girls give me an apologetic smile while Ryan wraps his arm around my shoulder and I lean into him.

"Fuck these crazy assholes." He mutters and I snicker.

"One of us always ends up with one of those." I mumble and Ella scoffs. "God why do we have such terrible taste-"

"No- the men we choose are hot, they just end up being horrible human beings." Val cuts in and I shrug.

"Hot and crazy is a dangerous combo." Ryan says and fake shivers.

"That's our group's type though." Ella responds making him shake his head.

"Not me! Y'all stay safe though!" He exclaims with a laugh and lets me go.

Suddenly Val gasps and nudges Ella's side and gives her a knowing look to probably someone behind us. They whisper at each other and make faces I knew way all too well making me smirk.

Val snaps her fingers at me and motions behind me, "But don't make it obvious." she whispers giving me wide eyes, and I scoff.

"Like that wasn't obvious enough." I mutter and she rolls her eyes.

"Or wait hold on." Ella says and takes her phone out, motioning for Ryan and I to get closer together.

I snicker and Val shushes me, "Bitch-"

I lift my hands up in defense and lean my head against Ryan's. I stick my tongue out and make a peace sign. Ella took many pictures and then hands us her phone. I lower her brightness a bit and hold the phone below the table for the both of us to see, Ryan immediately gasps and I almost squeal.

There was a man a couple feet behind Ryan and I in line to order, and lord-

He had longish dark hair, tall as hell, and was overall huge. His shoulders were very broad, big biceps under the tight fitting black shirt he wore, and those pecs- He had the body of a literal Greek God, I couldn't help but zoom in the picture making Ryan gasp again. "Oh he can top me-"

"Bitch be quiet, nos va escuchar-" I say and bite my lip to stop myself from bursting out laughing. (he's gonna hear us)

"Bro that's the type of man my mom wants me to bring home-" Ella says and looks behind us at the mysterious man with crazy eyes.

"A man like that is not single-" Val mutters, shaking her head.

"I wouldn't mind being the side bitch-" Ryan says and turns his head to look behind us.

I stay still because these bitches may as well have been drooling on the table. I guess I couldn't blame them, that man was the definition of the word, fine. I look at the other pictures she took and widen my eyes. He was so hot.

They were bickering at each other and I moved my hair behind my ears preparing to try to hear his voice since he was definitely getting near the register based on how far Val and Ella's necks were stretched out. Then I was barely able to faintly hear some Spanish....

We all turn to look at each other and I bite my lip. "I volunteer-" Ryan says about to standup when I pull him down.

"No-" I was about to say but the other two talked at the same time.

"I want him-"

"Lo quiero coquetear!" (I wanna flirt with him!)

Val and Ella turn to each other with the wildest glares I've ever seen. "Cálmense- we as a group have never fought for a man why the fuck would we do so now?" I say quietly and roll my eyes. (Calm down)

"Wey pero lo viste-" Ella says sounding almost annoyed. (bitch but you saw him)

"I know but still-" I say and Val scoffs.

I turn to Ryan and he just shrugs, "I mean I'm out- odds of a man that hot, being gay are low. Low as hell."

I sigh and turn to the girls as they're both looking right at me. "Calm down- take deep breaths." I say and chuckle.

"Acting like fucking high schools girls-" i mutter and snicker.

"Wey that the finest man I've been seen-"

"I need him-"

I groan and shake my head, this was going nowhere. Suddenly both their eyes went to the left of my head and I hear the ding of the door.

And he's gone.

I look out the window as he passed by and he had parked right in front of the window we were by. I bite my lip and peep at him, silently gawking as I felt Ryan by my shoulder as he was also trying to take a look. "Damn."

"I know." I mutter and watch as he unlocks his car.

My breath catches in my throat as he opens the door, the short sleeves of his shirt just getting eaten up by those muscles- he wasn't even flexing but his bicep was just shaped like that, luckily for my curious eyes.

I swallow and watch as he goes inside, placing the bag of his food on the passenger seat before closing the door. I quickly look away, onto the street, the trees anything but him. Holy-

"Act normal bitch." Ryan snarls and I roll my eyes.

"Dude he definitely felt that-"

"Jesus looks at his pecs-" he practically moans in my ear and I grimace turning to look at him.

"Bitch stop fucking drooling on me." I say playfully and he backs off letting out a huff.

I turn back to look and he was still there. Just sitting in his car looking down at his phone. Interesting. Then I looked at his face, he had a long nose, pretty eyes from a far, light pink lips. He was gorgeous. Suddenly a smirk forms on his lips and I widen my eyes. Oh he knows.

I feel my face flush and I look at Val, embarrassed even though I didn't get directly caught. She was looking at him too, her face almost smushed against the window. I shake my head and take a deep breath. It's just a stranger. Odds are I won't ever see him again.

I look again, assuming it'd be the last time I ever look at the handsome stranger and I was surprised to see him look up and make eye contact as soon as I turned. I hold my breath and feel a shiver go down my spine, nervously holding his gaze.

I hear Val and Ella complaining and groaning but I simply ignore them, still looking at him. How could I not?

I wasn't even blinking, I was so captivated, like I was in a trance and couldn't look away. Just something about him...

I felt my cheeks getting warm and I bite my lip, I felt so nervous, excited?

He was already leaving anyway and what's a little staring contest gonna do? Only gonna live rent free in my wet dreams because I've never had someone staring at me so intensely while still doing it respectfully and not in a creepy way.

Though I guess me already thinking of the wet dreams is creepy.... But he's probably thinking normally, maybe I'm pretty. Maybe.

Suddenly he smiles then nods his head at me, I nod back biting my lip to stop my own smile from escaping. He smirks and I slightly widen my eyes, god.

Then he nods again and reverses back and drives off probably never to be seen again. I blink at the spot he just was and sigh turning to look at my friends again. Val's mouth was wide open and Ella looked at me with an impressed look on her face.

I look to my right and look at Ryan with a wide grin on his face as he pokes at my side, "Ya ganaste." He says and I laugh. (You won)

"He only looked at me." I say and wave him off.

"I hate you." Val says playfully and I giggle.

"So the bill?" Ella says making me check the time on my phone. Damn we've been here a while.

"Ugh we've never seeing that man again-" Val mutters as she goes through her purse to take out some cash.

I sigh, sad that's it's true, and the fact that I didn't even get to talk to him, flirt, or even catch his name. I grab my purse from my lap and take out a ten dollar bill from my wallet and place it on the table. "What can we do?"

"Surely we can find him on insta-" Ryan says and is typing away on his phone.

"Bitch we didn't even get a single word to him- we don't even know his damn name." I say and Ryan scoffs.

"I've dealt with even less." He mumbles making me giggle.

"Well good luck with that." I respond and let out a chuckle.

He looks up from his phone and slides out of the booth. He takes out a bill and places it down. "Well I'll let you girlies know if I find him." He says blowing us kisses and walks away.

I shake my head and slide out and stand up as the girls do the same. "I'll catch you guys on Monday." I tell them and give each a quick hug.

"I hope Ryan finds him...." Val mumbles and I nod.

"He's a true detective, I'm sure he'll be calling us within a few hours." I reply and Ella laughs.

"Maybe before we even get home." She teases making me grin.

We say our final goodbyes and I walk out of the diner, heading towards my car wondering if I'll ever see that stranger again

It was nighttime and I was in my room laying down on my bed aimlessly scrolling on my phone when I get a text from Ryan. He texted our groupchat and I quickly click on the message and unlock my phone.

I burst out laughing and shake my head in disbelief. He actually found it.

Ryan🤞🏼

Alright girlies I found it but I kinda wanna gatekeep....

Bitch you better fucking tell us

I hit send and roll my eyes, why the fuck would he put his detective skills to the test, actually find it and not want to share? So fucked up-

Val 💅🏼

If you don't send that shit right fucking now....

I then see that Ryan sent a audio message and it was three seconds of him just laughing, screeching. I roll my eyes and sigh.

I get out of bed and walk into my bathroom to get a hair tie. I open the cabinet above the sink and get two to put my hair in some braids.

I walk out putting the hair ties on my wrist and then plop back down to my bed.

3 new messages.

I unlock my phone and go back to the group chat.

Ella🫶🏼

Ryan send that shit right fucking now!!!! I need to stalk

Ryan🤞🏼

Fine it's mig.ohara

Val💅🏼

SPRINTING

I go to insta and quickly type in the @ and widen my eyes. He actually did it- he found it-

But his name is Miguel?

Suddenly I hear a noise coming from my closet. What in the fuck-

My eyes immediately dart over there as I felt my breathing get heavier and I bite my lip, shit.

I gulp, dropping my phone onto my bed as I try to get up from my bed as quietly as I can, and take slow steps towards my closet. I mentally start praying, you never know what goes on in a Ghostface's head. Just because we had fun last night maybe he changed his mind and I'm next on his list. But how the hell did he get here so quickly??

I grab the little doorknob and pull it to the side, quickly. Nothing.

I let out a breath and try to calm myself down. I might just be getting more crazy, delusional, yeah surely that's it.

I close the door, letting go of the doorknob and turn around taking a step forward only to be met with a tall figure, in all black. I look up seeing the familiar mask and start to feel a small twinge of fear.

My eyes were wide and I was frozen, here I was thinking all along I'd be bad ass as a victim and here I was actually a bit scared...

He suddenly moves his hand up along with a sharp knife and points it at my face, not yet touching me. I gulp and stare at the point of the knife then up at his mask where his eyes are.

I hear him laugh while he shakes his head and with his other hand he takes his mask off. I didn't even bother gasping, quickly putting the pieces together. "Your friend ruined my special reveal to you." He says through gritted teeth then he takes a step forward making me step back and hit my back against the wall.

"Don't worry angelita, I'm not mad at you, you didn't know." He says softly and I feel my breathing calm down a bit. (Little angel)

The change of his tone had my brain all over the place, he sounded so sweet-

I look at the same stranger I saw earlier, remember how enticing his eyes were, how I found myself feeling so attracted to him but not knowing why. Definitely not expecting him to be the man that called me last night. The same one I had phone sex with. "You're such a smart girl without even realizing it baby." He coos and drops his mask to the floor, then softly cups my cheek making me melt into his touch.

I felt all kinds of butterflies, and fireworks in my stomach going wild. I was anticipating his next move and trying not to think of last night considering I'll get turned on too quickly..

My eyes were staring deeply into his and that look he was giving me was almost enough for me to drop to my knees. He was looking down at me, his pupils dilated, eyes filled with lust. I bite my lip and subconsciously squeezed my thighs, he slowly leans down making me feel so small.

He was huge, I knew that from seeing him earlier but up close it was crazy, it made my arousal start to grow thinking of him on top of me-

"I just couldn't wait to see you." He whispers and brings the knife down putting it into his robe pocket making me remember it was in front of my face in the first place.

My heart was racing out of pure excitement as I think of something clever to say but instead he wraps his arms around my waist and closes the gap between us. My hands went to his chest and I nervously put them on his shoulders making his body instantly relax. "Gonna be a good girl for me tonight as well angel?" He murmurs and gingerly leaves a kiss on my cheek, it instantly heating up.

I nod and feel my eyes already fluttering from the extremely close proximity, his lips were mere inches away from mine. My gaze goes from looking up at his eyes to down at his plump pink lips, subconsciously licking my own lips. "Use your words muñeca." He whispers making me look back up at his pretty crimson eyes. (Doll)

I felt a shiver go down my spine as soon as he opened his mouth, thighs squeezed again, mouth dry, and he's only cupped my cheek-

"I'll be a good girl for you Ghostie." I breathe out and he lets out a groan before kissing me as soon as I spoke the given nickname.

His hands went down to tightly grip my waist, as if I'd want to escape. I move my hands up behind his neck and kiss back with the same intensity as him, hungry and eager.

I felt the flush of my cheeks grow warmer as I felt his hands roughly roam my body, pulling on my hair, then suddenly smacking my ass making me moan.

He then slides his tongue into my mouth exploring every crevice as I feel his hands grope my ass leaving me a breathless mess already. He pulls away making me pout but his lips kissed down my cheek to my jaw then slowly down my neck making my breathing become unsteady.

He left open mouthed kisses all over until he decided on a spot and harshly sucked on my skin, definitely leaving a nasty bruise for me tomorrow. My hands went up and gripped his hair as I tilt my head back to give him more access.

He licked, sucked, kissed, and bruised my neck until he finally pulled away making me let go of him and he takes a look at what I'm wearing.

Almost identical to what I wore last night, a long tee shirt with panties. It wasn't on purpose but just what was most comfortable to sleep in but that look in his eye told me he didn't care.

He gave me the most animalistic look I'd ever been given in my life, it was like a predator looking at his prey. I bite my lip as he looks me up and down but his gaze mainly stays at my legs, or thighs I couldn't exactly tell. Either way I'm sure he'd mark up both.

Suddenly he grabs my hand and quickly leads me over to my bed making me giggle at how eager he was. He stopped at the side of my bed and he grabbed my neck and pulled in for another kiss but this one was more gentle, almost loving.

I kissed him back gently and brought a hand up to cup his cheek, his skin was warm and soft under my touch. I still found it so hard to believe I was doing this as we were kissing. I was chosen- he picked me-

An idea quickly came to mind and as soon as it did I pulled away now making him pout and whine. I gave him a sweet smile and then slowly brought myself down, gawking a little at his body as I went down until I got to my knees and I look up at him with innocent little eyes.

He groaned and drew his head back as I lifted up his robe above his waistline. He looked back down at me and took hold of the robe for me while I undid his pants. I pulled the zipper down then brought the pants down his legs.

My eyes went wide at his bulge, and the fact that it was already leaking of precum, practically throbbing against his boxers. My mouth was already salivating when I reached up to gently stroke it through his boxers making him grunt.

I grin and in one swift motion pull his boxers down making his cock spring up to his stomach. I gasped as I pulled the rest down his thighs, he was so thick.

I look up at him then at his dripping cock and grab it softly before licking the precum off his tip slowly. I look up at him and his eyes were shut, that being enough motivation for me, I kissed it then collected saliva in my mouth before spitting it all onto him.

I slowly begin to stroke him, making sure my saliva covered every inch as it slowly trailed down. I continue looking up at him and his eyes were fluttering already, his face was red and his chest was heaving.

I squeezed my thighs together feeling myself now getting wet just from his reaction alone. I stroke him a bit harder but keeping a slow enough pace for him to want more. He finally looked down at me, his eyes boring into mine as I stroked his dick, the only sounds in the room being his now wet cock and my hand along with his low breaths.

I wanted to hear him moan so badly.

I open my mouth and stick my tongue out and slap the tip on my tongue a couple times which earned me a groan from him. I smiled up at him and he shook his head making me kissing his tip again. "No juegues c-conmigo-" he says breathless and a hand reaches down to grab my hair. (Don't play w-with me)

I giggle and nod, "fine."

I grab the bottom of his shaft and slowly start to take him in my mouth. Not only was he thick, but he was also long, so it was harder than what I had anticipated but I still tried my best.

I was barely halfway when he bucks his hips making me forcefully take more, not enough to make me gag but enough for me to be shocked.

I breathe through my nose and pull my head up then back down. He was very patient and even let out an apologetic moan actually looking like he meant it. I repeat the motion a couple times until I decided I wanted to try taking more.

I go down all the way until I can feel his happy trail tickling my nose then I move my head back then back down making him let out a loud moan.

His hands made a ponytail out of my hair and slowly moved his hips while I stopped moving to let him fuck my face a bit. He did it nice and slow, clearly looking like he was enjoying seeing me like this, considering he couldn't hold eye contact because his eyes kept closing.

I lightly tapped his thigh as a sign for him to move and he did. He was still going slow and gently held my hair for me to stay still.

He then did one thrust down my throat making me gag but he quickly pulled back and fucked my mouth at a decent pace but not yet fucking my throat.

I felt tears form in my eyes as he went a bit faster now making sure he pushed more of himself down my mouth and into my throat.

He was moving faster now the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. I closed my eyes and just let him go at it knowing I might barely be able to take it.

His grip on my hair was harder now and his thrusts became more sloppy, slightly slowing down a bit as he let out bundles of moans and groans. "Good girl- you're taking it so good baby."

I squeezed my thighs together to create some kind of friction as my pussy was getting needier by the second of hearing his moans.

His legs began to shake and his hips slowed down a bit as he was letting out moans. "Take every drop baby-" he moans out and finally stops as I feel his cum going down my throat.

I swallow as it came down and he was letting out groans and grunts along with series of my name. He pulled my head away and I stick my tongue at him. "That's my girl."

He helps me up and then gently lays me down on my bed, he sat next to me and almost immediately spread my legs. Then he stood up and went back to his pants and grabbed his knife, I raised an eyebrow at him and he only gave me a wink back as a response.

He placed the knife down and quickly took his shirt off before grabbing the knife again and then plopped down next to me. "Don't worry I'm not gonna hurt you." He says and leaves a peck on my lips.

"Not too badly..." he whispers with a small smirk tugging on his lips making me feel slightly nervous.

He brings his knife up to me to show me and I take a close at it. I widen my eyes and chuckle, "your very own buck 120?"

"Mhm that's right princess." He says and twirls it in his hand.

I looked at the knife on his hand but couldn't help but focus on his actual hand. It was so big. His fingers were so thick- one of his was probably two of mine... his fucking fingers would easily fill me u-

"Hey- me escuchaste chiquita?" He says and I just nod, quickly darting my eyes from his hands to the knife. (did you listen to me little girl?)

"Don't lie." He whispers turning to look at me and cocks an eyebrow.

"I- I wasn't. Y- I- I like your hands." I say sounding too shy by accident as I try to look away from him.

He chuckles and leaves the knife on my lap then trails his hand up and down my leg then slowly going up my thigh. I take a deep breath then let it out when his hand went back down. "Could've just said so mami." He whispers in my ear making me squeeze my thighs together again.

He then squeezes my right thigh and groans, I bite my lip and feel my heart beat faster again. "So pretty." He murmurs making me let out a small whimper.

"And such a good girl." He adds and I moan out leaning my head against his.

He tuts and I can feel him shake his head. "Spread your legs for me baby."

I do as I'm told and spread them, he grabs his knife from my lap and I was growing nervous again. "I promise I won't hurt you okay?" He says slightly calming my nerves but I nod, wanting to believe him but knowing damn well he can slice me up if he really wanted to.

He then slowly brings the knife up to my neck, making me squirm and breathe more heavily. He pulls it back and kisses my cheek. "It's okay angel, I wouldn't hurt my final girl." He whispers in a serious tone and I just nod.

"Tell me you trust me." He says softly and I turn to look at him.

Oh that was hard.

But given the situation I felt like I had to, plus if he really wanted to kill me, he already would have. So yeah...

"I trust you Miguel." I breathe out and he pecks my lips softly.

I kiss him back gently before he pulled away and brought the knife back up to my neck, the point of it gently on my skin. I try my best to calm my breathing, knowing that if I move even an inch he'll end up accidentally cutting me. Maybe he wanted that but I definitely didn't. At least not now or yet.

He moved the knife down to the neckline of my shirt and let the point of the knife tug on the fabric. He pulled it back and it made a small hole, he looked at it with a proud smile then continued down. He held the neckline with his other hand and let the other one rip off my shirt through the middle.

The sound of the tares filled my ears and I couldn't help but feel aroused- why was this hot?

My heart beat was fine now and I felt like nervous about this which just shocked me.

I bite my lip as he slowly cut down my shirt until he went all the way down in one swift motion. He pulled the ends of my shirt back, leaving me with my tits all exposed and he moans.

He takes off the remains of my shirt and throws it on the floor before quickly moving his head down and latches his mouth onto one of my nipples. I gasp and let out a quiet moan while he continues sucking.

He then pulls away slightly and brings the knife back up and very lightly caresses the blade against my left areola. I was still breathing normally which was good considering I didn't want him to cut up my nipple.

He leaves a kiss along my right tit while he slowly circled along my nipple with the point of the knife, almost skillfully. Which I guess would make sense....

I let out a sigh and I look down at him to see him with a wide grin on his face. God he was so fine.

He sucks on the nipple gently and then slides the blade down my tit and onto my stomach and down to my thighs. He went down excruciatingly slow and I wanted to buck my hips up but knowing it wasn't the best idea.

He put the point of the knife under the waistband of my panties and cut it easily. I gasped while he let out a chuckle and cut the other end of my panties.

My eyes widened and he only smirked looking up at my reaction. He grabbed my panties from the middle, right above my pussy and with his other hand spread my legs. He pulled the panties off and it, of course was cut through and fucked.

"Good job mami." He murmurs and comes up to kiss my lips again.

My hands go to his hair to not have him pull away as I kiss him back and he just smiles against my lips. He cupped my jaw and hovered over me, not fulling laying on top of me.

His hands roamed my body, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipple, then trailing up and down my stomach sending shivers down my spine. He moaned against my lips when I tugged on his curls gently and I spread my legs for him, desperately wanting him to touch me.

He felt it and his hand immediately trailed down and wasted no time, instantly soaking his fingers between my drenched folds. I let out a moan and he slides his tongue in my mouth. I try to glide my tongue against his but I was so focused on how his fingers were finally where I needed him so badly.

He pulls away leaving me breathless as his fingers go up to rub my clit slowly making me buck my hips up. "So wet for me pretty girl." He murmurs and I let out a whimper.

His fingers were drenched in my slickness and I felt my heart beat faster when his fingers went down to tease my hole, barely dipping the tip of a finger in then pulling out. "M-Miguel please-"

"Hmm? Please what angelita?" he teases and I whimper moving my hips up again. (little angel)

"P-Please fuck me-" I moan out and lay my head back against my pillow.

"Oh you want me inside you already?" He says as he slides a finger inside so easily making me clench against it.

I nod and feel my eyes flutter, already feeling fucked out and breathless. "Y-Yes I- mm I need you...." I murmur and I can barely hear him chuckle.

"Poor baby... already so needy and desperate for my cock." He teases as he slides the second finger in.

I let out strings of moans as he goes faster and I feel myself getting lightheaded. I blink and open my eyes to look at him now fully down there, which I hadn't even noticed or felt him move down but I didn't question it.

He blew some air onto my clit making me quiver and he held my stomach down with his available hand. "Tease-" i mutter as he smirks.

Suddenly he pulls his fingers out making me whine immediately until I notice he was hovering over me and I felt his tip was swirling in my juices. "God I've been wanting to fuck you for so long." He moans out as he slowly slides in.

He stretched me out and I immediately closed my eyes, laying my head back while he brought my legs up and pushed them up my body a bit, making him feel so much bigger.

We both moan as I clench against him and he rolls his eyes back as he pushes himself more into me. "Fuck." I moan out now finally opening my eyes to look at him and how his muscles looked while he held my legs up.

"God you feel better than I imagined baby-" he grunts as he slides all the way in.

I felt him completely fill me up as he started moving, at first slowly fucking me until he couldn't help but go faster. The sounds of skin slapping filled my ears but I couldn't be happier when I heard, saw and felt everything all at once.

He started thrusting faster and I moan sounding so needy, and letting out murmurs of his name. "Miguel..."

He was going harder making me feel every fucking inch of him inside me. He squeezed the back of my thighs as he was pushing my legs further into my chest. He felt so good.

I quickly was feeling my orgasm forming in my lower abdomen. I felt my legs shake as my breathing quickened and Miguel was slowly down a bit, leaning forward to kiss me.

I kissed him back letting out small moans against his lips when he reached down to rub my clit. "I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me baby- mmm I wanna fill you-" he moans against my lips and with a final thrust, we both came.

He pulls away, leaning his forehead against mine as we were both panting, I still felt his cum spilling into me. "Oh you did so good for me baby." He coos and cups my cheek lightly rubbing it.

I melt into his head and feel my eyes get heavy. I felt him kiss my head before slowly slipping out of me and I instantly felt all his cum drip out of me. "The prettiest view." He says and lets out a low whistle.

I shiver and smile, letting my eyes close. "Oh and don't worry about your ex, he won't bother you again angelita." He whispers as he lays down next to me, wrapping an arm around me.

"What?!?"

Miguel didn't exactly plan on showing himself to you but really couldn't help wanting to see you again, but in person, and with you having no clue who he was.

So he did just that, simply followed the tracking device he had implanted on your car just a few weeks ago and landed at a diner. He coincidentally parked right outside the window you were by, he nearly growled at the sight of your ex pestering you through the window. It took all in him to not go in him and stab him with the knife he had in his glovebox, not yet, he'd remind himself.

He then saw your friend poking him with a knife that'd do no damage, and shook his head in disbelief. He'd do some damage alright.

Suddenly he stormed off and that was his green light to go in. He turned off the engine, got his key, and opened the door feeling excitement appear in his stomach.

He was very aware of his looks and didn't mind the stares, but he knew it'd just be feel different knowing it'd be you staring at him. Not the real him, that'd be for later but still him. He knew you just wouldn't be able to help yourself.

He walked in casually and waited in line almost instantly feeling the stares of your friends but not caring for them. He wanted you to stare at him, to feel attracted to him like he was when he first laid his eyes on you.

He was able to hear the giggling and whispers but then he was barely able to hear your voice, oh how badly he's been wanting to hear you talk in Spanish.

Nothing was hotter to him than knowing how his girl also spoke his mother language.

He was trying so hard to push the dirty thought of you underneath him begging him to fuck you harder in Spanish.

The line moved up and now it was his turn to speak in Spanish, it wasn't the smartest move for him considering he didn't want you to hear his voice otherwise you'd instantly recognize it.

He waited a bit for the random breakfast burrito he had ordered until finally it came out in a to go bag and he walked out knowing your eyes never left his body. He purposely opened the door practically flaunting his biceps for your viewing pleasure.

It turned him on knowing you were gawking at him, he already felt the effect he'd have on you once he revealed himself to you. Your pretty face would be so shocked and he'd feel so happy knowing you were physically attracted to him without even knowing he was Ghostface.

He put his food in and then slipped inside already feeling his cock getting hard. He put the key in and turned the radio on to make it seem like he wasn't just enjoying your stares. Your curious eyes.

He couldn't help the smirk that tugged on his lips when he saw a quick flash of you turning your head. So cute, he thought.

He looked up at you, looking elsewhere, but desperately wanting you to look at him again. For you to see that he was interested in you, even thought it was more than what you'd be thinking.

He looked away for a split second then looked back just as you looked up at him. His girl.

His heart fluttered in his chest and he felt his cock twitch. He's never had the chance to meet you like this and now that it was happening he was quite overwhelmed and was already thinking of all the dirty things he wanted to do to you later.

You didn't look away and this only made the bulge in his pants get harder. He was so pleased that his girl wasn't shy and just how pretty she looked staring right back at him.

It had lasted so long he felt his cock throbbing with every passing second but he didn't want to look away until he felt his precum leak through his boxers and onto his pants.

He gave you a smile then a nod which made you give him a nod back. His girl is so sweet.

He smirked and his cock loved the way her eyes widened and bite her lip. He couldn't wait to see your smile as he played with you later.

He nods at you again before finally reversing and going to his apartment wanting to stroke himself thinking of the way you were looking at him and couldn't wait until later that night.

#miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #Miguel O’Hara #Miguel ohara imagine #Miguel o hara #miguel ohara smut #Spider-Man #miguel ohara oneshot #spider man 2099 #miguel ohara x y/n #ghostie

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Hey do you think you can do something where randy survived and gets to meet mindy as a baby for the first time?

(I just need uncle!randy and mindy fluff)

So excited for this!!! I had so much fun making this! I'm thinking of one where Mindy comes out to Randy!

I won't allow it

Uncle! Randy X F!Reader

MasterList

Warnings : mentions of Ghostface, insecure uncle moment, mentions of how Randy was almost killed.

Summary : Ask above, After the murders at college and Hollywood you and Randy settled down. Randy got a small producing job and you stayed at home writing plays.

(Randy is 25 and Reader is around 24-26)

You gazed out the window as Randy drove down the neighborhood road. You sighed, "We haven't been here for..years..". Randy tapped the steering wheel, "That's what happens when a killer goes after you. Three times.". Randy looked at the houses, "Does Martha know that we're coming? Did you call her before we left?". You duh into your bag looking for your phone.

"Yes, calm down.". You sighed, "Sorry.". You leaned back in the seat. Randy gently put your hand on your thigh.

"It's gonna be okay."

You nodded, you closed your eyes taking a deep breath. Randy turned down the music, the song "Man-eater" faded away. He pulled into the driveway and parked the car.

"What if they don't like me?-" Randy said softly. You look over at him, "Randy.."

"I didn't show up to the baby shower! Or their first birthdays! What kind of uncle is that?" He hit the steering wheel. You nodded, " I understand where you're coming from. But we were busy and you called. Sometimes life happens.".

"I just get paranoid.. coming back. Ever since Roman. I just thought it'd end eight years ago." You softly grabbed his hand, "Me too. But remember when we got married? I told you that I was finally happy to have a family? And you said-"

"My family will always be your family." He mumbled. You smiled, "Exactly, and that's our family and they love you no matter what.". Randy nodded, "Yeah, okay. Did you get the gifts?". You nodded, "In the trunk.". You both got out the car door, Randy opened the trunk grabbing two gift bags. You waited by the car for him observing the house.

"The car's all locked up, ready?" He asked looking at you. You nodded, "Yup.". You both walked to the front door and knocked. You heard talking and someone running up to the door.

"Randy?!" Martha opened the door, he smiled. She gasped and gave him a giant hug. The gift bags made a crinkle noise as she hugged him. She backed away with a wide smile.

"Y/N! You look great!" She gave you a giant hug as well. Randy smiled, "That's why I married her.". You gave him a look, he smiled. Martha backed into the house.

"Come in! Mindy and Chad are in the living room playing.". You and Randy walked in, you both stood in the entrance of the doorway. You watched the one year olds interact. Mindy was facing away from Chad placing with fake kitchen supplies. Chad kept pushing a train over to her making her blow spit bubbles in anger.

"Wow, they're so..tiny" Randy whispered. You nodded, "They sure are.". Martha walked through and sat in-between them.

"Guys someone's here to see you!" She pointed at you and Randy. You squatted down and waved, "Hi!". Randy stood there, "I uh, got presents. I'm sorry we missed the party." He went in and sat on the ground across from the kids. Mindy grabbed the bag knocking it over. You sat by Randy, "This one is for Chad." You scooted it to him. He looked up at you with wide eyes and then back down at the bag. He dug through the bad to pull out a toddler train set. It lit up and sang when you pressed buttons. He smiled, "Chu Chu!" He looked at his mom to show her. She nodded and smiled, "It's a Chu Chu!". Mindy was focused on the gift paper, she held it and ripped it in half. Randy blinked at her, "The best part is inside you know?". You bumped your shoulder into Randy, he smiled. He got the toy out of the bag.

"Listen kid it took me a while to find this damn toy." He said softly. It was a childs director toy. Mindy smacked the box over and over signaling she wanted it. He handed it over. She smiled and pointed at the different toys babbling. Randy nodded as if he understood what she was saying. Randy gently took the box opening it for her.

"It's wooden so don't hurt your brother with it." He handed her the toy. She immediately started chewing on it. Martha sighed, "Here Mindy." She brought over a pacifier. Mindy gave her mom a look and pushed her hand away. Martha sighed, "She did that when Mom visited, she said you did the same thing.".

"Mom visited?" Randy asked looking up at her. She nodded, "She misses ya. I told her you were busy with your film.". You gently touched Randy's arm, he sighed.

"I know. It's a lot.."

"Yeah you just had to be a big shot director, huh?" Martha joked. Randy smiled and shrugged, "It's hard being famous.".

"Famous for almost getting murdered." You corrected. Randy rolled his eyes, "Potato Patato.".

"Well, I need to make dinner. Do you guys mind watching them for me?" Martha asked standing up. You nodded, "Sure thing.". Martha smiled.

"I'll put a movie in." She put on a kids movie. Chad immediately dropped his train and stared. You laughed a bit, Randy leaned back against the bottom of the couch. You scooted over beside him, "Cute kids." He said softly.

"Yeah, too cute.". You said putting your head on his shoulder. Randy looked over at you, "Are you going soft on me?".

"I am not! I'm just saying they're cute!". Randy smiled and went back to looking at the one year olds. Mindy crawled over to Randy, "What's up?" Randy asked. Mindy sat up and put her arms up demandingly. Randy glanced at you and then back at her.

"I think she wants you to hold her." You said softly. Randy picked her up placing her on his lap. She grabbed his nose and laughed at him.

"Yeah your uncle Randy has a giant nose." He said his voice was a bit weird from her holding his nose. You smiled and watched him, Mindy stared at him.

"Rwand?" She said tilting her head. Randy nodded, "Yes, I'm your uncle Rand." He smiled. She grabbed his nose again and laughed.

"We have a jokester here, huh?" He said narrowing his eyes at her. Chad crawled over to investigate the commotion. He sat up by you and patted your thigh aggressively. You looked down at him, "Hey bud.". He stared up at you, he patted your thigh again trying to signal to you. You nodded placing him on your lap. Chad grabbed Mindy's arm, the one holding Randy's nose.

She yanked her arm back giving Chad a dirty look. Chad stared in disbelief, "She definitely acts like you." You said to Randy. Randy looked over, "Good. We need another geek to save the day.". He said smiling at her.

"I won't allow Ghostface to get either of you, okay?". Mindy grabbed a fluff of Randy's hair.

"I won't allow it." He said leaning his forehead on hers. She just smiled in return.

17 years later...

Mindy crossed her arms looking at Sam and Ricky. She huffed and leaned on one hip, "No one is listening to me!".

"We're listening it's just that we need an expert!" Sam said motioning to Dewey. Mindy held up the stab blue-ray, "Uh, the expert is in the movies! Randy!".

"I don't think a movie character is gonna help us..." Amber said. Mindy narrowed her eyes, "Imma make a call.".

"Oh, no." Chad whispered. Mindy stomped out of the living room grabbing her phone off the dining room table. She closed her bedroom door and locked it. She scrolled through her contacts clicking, "Uncle Randy" 's number.

She tapped her foot as it dialed, "Hello?".

"Uncle Randy! Hey! I hope this isn't a bad time...".

"No, it's fine. What's up, kid?"

"Um, Ghostface returned. And he's after my friends."

It went silent, she held the phone close. She heard him take a deep breath, "Uh, Y/N?!" He called out. A soft yeah could be heard from a distance.

"We need to go back to Woodsboro. Mindy and Chad are in trouble... Don't worry Mindy we'll be there soon and remember to-".

"Follow the rules? I know Uncle Randy." Mindy said with a smile.

"Heh, smart kid.".

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Interview from Classic Rock Magazine #309

What stands out in your memories of 2022?

TF: Going back to touring was a fantastic feeling! In the beginning it felt almost unreal; still with a bit of restriction, which was kind of unintuitive, but the last tour we did, in August/September, was as good as normal. We released the record when we said we would, we managed to back it up with seventy shows. We cancelled one show in total. That's a good result.

Impera has dark, historically rooted themes, but it's also music that makes the listener feel so many things - joy, aggression, excitement, sorrow... After such a turbulent couple of years there's something cathartic about that.

I am very happy about how the record came out, and that it seems to be well-received among our fans. That's a tremendous feeling. I feel like I managed to do a lot of things I set out to do. We're gonna continue next year, we still have a lot of things to do. But right now we're just recharging a little.

Kaisarion has been a hit live. For a song about the brutal murder of a female Roman philosopher, it really gets the party going.

Yeah, I'm still surprised that with a song that does what it does - and was so well received and opened up the shows - there's never been talk about turning it into a single. Which I don't understand. But at the end of the day it's a label decision, and people around that decide which ones will, quote-unquote, 'work best'. And I've realised that I'm not really capable of choosing. I remember Mary On A Cross was a B-side.

It's weird how that happens with some songs.

Yeah, I must say I feel very optimistic with regards to how that song is taking a life on its own. Even though it was technically a B-side on a fun additional thing [2019's Seven Inches Of Satanic Panic] - it was not our main single from a new album we have always played it ever since it came out, on every show. Maybe a few exceptions, but I've always pushed that song as something that I felt very good about.

On that subject, you're viral on TikTok now. What is it about that platform that appeals?

I hardly knew what it was until two months ago! I have two almost fourteen-year-old kids, so of course I'd heard the phenomenon mentioned. It's an insanely big thing among kids and teenagers. What happens is they create these short snippets, funny, sad or emotional clips, to which they often tag some sort of music or sound. And if you are a creator of sound or music, you might be tagged on to a clip that might go 'viral'. That way you hit a lot more people that you might never entertain, you know, aiming your guns at. So it's a bit of a crap-shoot as well. We are not a big mainstream act, so obviously there's going to be a mixed bag of reactions. Because people in general are kind of strange to a lot of these aesthetics of rock, and especially the darker aspects of it.

It has brought the band more attention.

But if all that attention is a good or a bad thing, we do not know yet. There have been people who might have come on to the track, and as soon as they see what the band is about - or what they perceive the band to be about - there's backlash, because it's like: "Oh my, God fearing hater!" "I don't like it!" "This is communist bullshit!" So there are two sides of the coin. But it's a great bonus if we can get new people, especially kids, into liking rock music or other things, or if it makes them feel in any way better-informed, if you will.

Do you think TikTok will be a bigger deal for musicians in the future?

I don't know. I think when you're a musician, and you're making records, you need to have a certain strategic mind. But your job at the end of the day is making records and playing live. That is the heart of the matter. If you sit around waiting for a viral thing to happen, you can wait a long fucking time.

Back in May, the identities of the Nameless Ghouls were confirmed on social media. How do you feel about them not being strictly nameless any more?

Well, they haven't really been for quite some time. So for me it was not an overnight sensation. As long as it doesn't in any way interfere with what we are doing, there's no desire that I have for people not to feel proud or happy about what they're doing.

You've lamented not being able to play more guitar. If you could be the guitarist for a day in any band, which would it be?

Good question. There's several bands. I would have loved to be what Mick Taylor was in 1969, coming into the Rolling Stones at their best era - but I would have stayed around! That would have been a great experience. Very fun music to play. Definitely within the limits of what I can play really well. I spent a lot of time as a kid learning how to play guitar. Otherwise I would love to play in the Red Hot Chilli Peppers; I love what John Frusciante does. Def Leppard might be a good fit too. Joe Elliott spoke very highly of Impera when it came out. That would have also been really cool. Also a fantastic band. In an alternative reality, in an alternative life, I would have wanted to do a lot of other things. But I did hear that [Joe said those things], and it was very heartwarming, of course. A very big honour.

#the band ghost #tobias forge #interview

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Random Quotes from An Incorrect Quotes Generator (ft The 7 + Will & Nico)

Leo: I'm naturally funny because my life is a joke.

Jason: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything? Jason: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies. Piper: Socks are Feetie Heaties. Percy: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties. Will: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies. Leo: Stamps are Lickie Stickies. Frank: I hate you guys so much.

Nico: You spent all our money on THIS?? Will, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

Piper: Can we talk about that mass email you sent? Percy: Why? It was important. Piper: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit". Jason, shrugging: The people need to know.

Nico: We’re getting married, bitches! Will: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

the squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered Leo: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone who’s life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer? Will: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine. Piper: What about Annabeth? Nobody ever suspects Annabeth! Annabeth: Well what about Hazel? They have a gun! Hazel: Leo has a knife. Leo: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! stabs Piper in the arm

Nico: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO- Hazel: It was me… Nico: …Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Will: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO- Nico: It was me… Will: …Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Percy: My head hurts. Annabeth: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

Nico: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

Nico: When you work at lush and a customer comes in and bites the soap because they think it’s cheese… this happens way more frequently than you think. Will: If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen. Nico: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese? Annabeth: Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese?

Will: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why. Nico: Only if you also don't ask why. Nico: pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag Will: … Will, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

Percy: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one. Nico: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

Piper: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one. Will: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

Hazel: What’s up with Will? They’ve been laying on the floor for like….an hour now? Leo: They're just a little overwhelmed. Hazel: Why? Leo: Nico smiled at them.

Hazel: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant. Leo: Well, on a good day, I’m both.

Percy: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car? Nico: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Will, deer!" Percy: …And what did Will do? Nico: …They said "Yes, Honey?"

Piper: Nico… How do I begin to explain Nico? Frank: Nico is flawless. Percy: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000. Jason: I hear they do car commercials… in Japan. Leo: One time they punched me in the face… it was awesome.

Percy: Annabeth… How do I begin to explain Annabeth? Frank: Annabeth is flawless. Piper: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000. Nico: I hear they do car commercials… in Japan. Will: One time they punched me in the face… it was awesome.

Nico: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”. Nico: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

Nico: Annabeth, you're my best friend. Annabeth: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. Annabeth: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

Jason: Nico is a little bitch. Hazel: Why? Jason: Number one, they're little. Number two, they're a bitch.

Leo: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

Leo: I think it’s time I get my life in order. Percy, narrating: But they did not get their life in order. In fact, they got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

Percy: I think it’s time I get my life in order. Leo, narrating: But they did not get their life in order. In fact, they got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

Leo: New year, same me. Because I'm perfect.

Annabeth, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

Percy: Piper and I are so close we even share a toothbrush. Piper: We what?

Leo: Frank, I screwed up, big time. Frank: Leo, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

Will, jumping out of Nico's closet: BOO! Nico: Will: Nico: Will: makes a sad face Nico: Ahh! Oh my god! You scared me!

Percy: I just wanted to say that over the years, I have come to regard you as… people I met.

Percy: Are you busy? Nico: Yes. Percy: Cool, listen to this…

Will: I want a trip down memory lane. Hazel: proceeds to grab every warrior cats book they have and sets them in Will's lap Hazel: I heard you needed these? Will: YES! ALL OF THEM!

Will: If I were a drink, I'd be Cherry Vanilla Coke. If you were a drink, what would you be? Nico: Bleach. Percy: Sewage. Will: …Please calm down, edgelords.

Leo: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows. Hazel: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

Percy, in a horrible German accent: Bill Nye is on break, I'm Bill Nein. Leo: Can I go to the bathroom? Percy, in the same horrible German accent: Nein!

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ghost ship ( 2002 ) sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; language , death , murder

'keep your pants on, (name).'

'why do you always have to break my balls? I said get back here.'

'do you want me to come down there and kick your ass? because I'll do it.'

'the sea gives you an opportunity, you take it.'

'in this business, the only plan is there is no plan.'

'if you don't wanna go, that's fine with me.'

'that's a pretty big 'if.'"

'I can't let you take advantage of me like that.'

'you mean what's a nice girl like me doing in a dump like this?'

'would you turn off that fucking music?'

'you sure no survivors ever turned up?'

'looks like we missed one hell of a party.'

'I told you to watch your fucking step!'

'are you okay?'

'hey you smell that? I smell bullshit.'

'I've seen things that you can't even imagine.'

'so, what's our plan?'

'you okay? you seem quiet since you came back.'

'I think I saw something I couldn't possibly have seen.'

'it's crazy, it doesn't matter.'

'you're so funny.'

'did you hurt yourself?'

'I must be losing my goddamn mind.'

'stop dragging ass, what's your problem?'

'don't go in there.'

'you were fucking with me, so I fucked with you!'

'it was the sexist voice I ever heard.'

'stop! you don't know what you're doing!'

'(name) is dead because of you!'

'come on, it's not gonna bring him back.'

'it's not your fault, you know that.'

'I say we do what we do best.'

'we can't do this. I can't do it!'

'I need you.'

'well, I say go to hell, (name).'

'right, so it's everybody's fault but your own.'

'grow up, asshole.'

'where's your empathy?'

'winners do not empathize with losers.'

'I know all of this isn't real, so I'm just gonna go with it, okay?'

'oh, god, you really are a fucking ghost.'

'(name) was my goddamn responsibility.'

'we're all trapped here.'

'it's okay, you can tell me.'

'you must go at once!'

'you're coming along for the ride.'

'he just tried to kill you.'

'next thing you know, we'll all be trying to kill each other.'

'don't die on me!'

'you disgust me.'

'you heard me, you're a pathetic excuse for a man.'

'I don't have time for this.'

'who the hell are you?'

'don't worry about who I am. the question is who are you?'

'if you'll kindly step out of my way, I'll make your dream a reality.'

'well, you live for her. you willing to die for her?'

'but that'll kill us.'

'we could have a life together, you and me.'

'all right, okay. you win!'

'you're not gonna pull that trigger, (name).'

'(name) made the same mistake. he's dead.'

'what the fuck are you?'

'I don't seem to be getting through to you.'

'I gave you a great opportunity! all you had to do was take it!'

#rp sentence starters #rp prompts #rp memes #horror prompts #horror sentence starters #ghost ship sentence starters #ghost ship prompts #anna's 31 days of halloween #31 days of halloween: 6

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thegamingcatmom · 1 month

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If you had to choose between...

human!momma:

demon!momma:

Which would it be?

tw: kidnapping, emotional manipulation (kinda), general madness

In case you´re worried about any drawbacks when it comes to the extend of madness, worry not. For both are as bonkers (about you) as they come, each in their own unique way.

Had a bad day? Say no more - Momma(s) will be there to cheer you up. Strong arms coming to wrap around you, scooping you up, squeezing just a tad bit too tight and cooing at you oh so sweetly as you whine and lament, because-

"-air!"

...Not her fault you´re such a delicate little thing.

(She wouldn´t have it any other way.)

...What was that?

Some random fool is responsible for putting her sweet girl in such a sour mood?

Well, consider it done.

*Human!Momma sharpening the soon to be murder weapon.*

(And yes, she will be wearing those glasses later, too. Momma wants to witness every little twitch, after all.)

How about something not quite as extreme, though? Some everyday stuff? Something sane? Surely things aren´t gonna escalate this time. Right?

...Right?

Something on your way to that hellhole the apartment spiked your interest, and you mentioned it kinda off-handed. Just trying to make pleasant conversation. Yknow, normal things.

Waking up from a rather refreshing nap, you did not expect to be met with not just one (1) redhead, but two (2) - your roommate wearing a grin rivaling Cheshire's, while the much smaller version, clutched tightly by big hands, trembled like a leaf. The poor thing-

Come to think of it, the kid seemed familiar. And not just because she was the spitting image of your fiery roommate (minus the blood and guts, if we´re dealing with Maggot Momma). You swear you´d seen her before-

...

Watching your companion's face fall as you patiently explained to her why kidnapping someone wasn't exactly in either of your best interests shouldn't have been nearly as gut-wrenching.

"-you can´t just go out there and snatch someone up like they´re a stray cat! Especially not a child!"

Oh...so it´s her fault, now?

"You were the one gushing about my mini-me earlier!", Momma no longer understood the world. This was what you wanted, wasn´t it?? "You looked so happy, imagining what it would be like..."

Strong hands wrapped around your upper arms then, slowly stroking up and down. "Don´t you think this would be absolutely perfect? You were right...look at her, she was meant for us!"

Oh boy. Here we go again.

"What if her parents come looking for her? Someone will notice if she won't show up at school anymore-"

"We're her parents now", said with a most serene look. If you hadn't been living with that exact attitude for well over a year now, you'd have felt chilled to the bone.

"You can´t just-", you stop yourself there, realizing you sounded like a broken record by now. This was not a battle won by logic.

Deep breaths.

Alright-

"...She´s not the one." you concluded, trying your best to look the part. It was something that came rather easy to you by now, as you had been given plenty of opportunities to master your poker face.

Your roommate was looking at you like you were the one who´s lost it.

"But...earlier you said-"

"I lied", you silently applauded yourself for remaining steadfest at the sheer disappointment slowly spreading across your partner´s face.

You didn´t particularly enjoy being the "party pooper", but more often than not, you felt like this was the only thing keeping the redhead´s tendencies somewhat in check. So you took that role very seriously.

"I guess I was just...blinded by this idea of another you, so perfect. How could it not be when you´re so...you?", you couldn´t have sounded more sappy, and you knew it. But that was the point.

It always worked.

So you continue, tears starting to form in your eyes-

"I´m sorry for getting your hopes up...so stupid! I should´ve known better - I was looking for an excuse to justify making her ours, but I knew she wasn´t the one, all along. I could feel it!", you started lightly hitting your head then, turning things up a notch and adding to the dramatics of it all.

And then-

"Oh...honey-"

You had her.

"Stop, stop...stop!", your hands were grasped, preventing you from further doing your head in. Good. That shit started to actually hurt. "Stop hurting yourself...and stop worrying that pretty head of yours. I understand."

"...You do?"

"Mhm..."

You were pulled into a smothering hug, her cheek coming to rest on your head, swaying the two of you slowly from side to side. "I know what it feels like...to be overcome by your thoughts and feelings. Like a deep-rooted instinct, overshadowing everything else. You get this tunnel vision where nothing else matters...nothing except yourself and that moment. I know it because...it´s what I feel every time I look at you."

And, just like that, you were reminded why you put up with all of this in the first place.

You reciprocated the hug just as fiercely, finally allowing yourself to relax, now that the crisis had been averted. Nobody was dying or getting dismembered, the apartment was still standing, you had no authorities nearly kicking your door in, demanding you to-

"LAPD, open this door!"

...

Momma, reconsidering some of her life choices (she´s really not) as you throw her a look that clearly says "Told you so".

...

WELL-

What do you think? Who will be your unhinged partner in crime, now and forever more because you belong together, were meant for each other-

Make your choice.

In fact-

Can´t wait to see those results...

Bonus:

#evil dead rise #maggot mommy #alyssa sutherland #evil dead rise...but gayer #deadites #ellie bixler #someone #someone is you btw #beth bixler #lily sullivan #tumblr polls #polls #poll time #tw: kidnapping

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THE CABIN IN THE WOODS. [ 1 / 2 ] roleplay sentence starters of the 2011 film. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: violence, drugs, death, murder, horror, manipulation.

it's a nightmare.

oh, come on. it's a jinx.

seriously? i thought they were looking good.

it's not the first time it's come down to that.

we know what we're doing, [ name ].

you guys better not be messing around in there.

no, i hear what you're saying.

it's gonna be a long weekend if everyone's that puckered up.

are you even listening to me?

why haven't you stuck that asshole's picture on the dartboard yet?

hurry up with the "very fabulous." i'm getting insecure about it now.

no, it looks awesome. [ name ]'s gonna lose it.

i knew what i was getting into.

you know what you're getting into this weekend?

if you treat this like a setup, i'm gonna have no fun at all.

what if i get bored?

no more learning!

he's a sweet guy. and he's good with his hands.

no, who gave you these? who taught you about these?

i learned it from you, okay? i learned it from watching you!

you know, [ name ], it's a weekend, not an evacuation.

people in this town drive in a very counterintuitive manner.

do you wanna spend the weekend in jail?

cops will never pull over a man with a huge bong in his car. they fear this man. they know he sees further than they … and he will bind them with ancient logics.

what are you, stoned?

[ name ], you fetching minx! you have any food?

let's get this show on the road!

i hope this is the right road. it doesn't even show up on the gps.

go someplace for one goddamn weekend where they can't … globally position my ass, man.

is society crumbling, [ name ]?

society is binding. right? it's filling in the cracks with concrete. everything's filed or recorded or blogged, right? chips in our kids' heads so they won't get lost.

society needs to crumble. we're all just too chickenshit to let it.

i've missed your rants.

you will come to see things my way.

but sitterson does like to be called "ma'am." he'll also answer to "honey toes."

you clear on what's gonna be happening here?

did they tell you that being prepped is not the same as being prepared?

i'm thinking this thing doesn't take credit cards.

sign says "closed."

i seen plenty come and go.

you sassing me, boy?

you were rude to my friend.

you got enough to get you there. getting back … that's your concern.

i know the railroad's coming through here any day, now. that's gonna be big.

one spider and i'm sleeping in the rambler.

come on. give me a hand.

everybody get your suits on. in 10 minutes, we're heading to the lake.

i was not informed there would be calisthenics.

that's just creepy.

i didn't even like hearing that.

thanks. for being decent.

well, i'll just be flattered and keep it to myself.

hey, let's not jump to any conclusions there.

ask me that again, only slower.

i'll see it when i believe it.

oh, christ. can you take a message?

to be honest, he's kind of freaking me out.

[ name ], baby, what's happening? how's the weather up top?

their blind eyes see nothing of the horrors to come.

am i on speakerphone?

that's rude. i don't know who's in the room.

i can't believe it. i did it again!

there's something else in the lake!

don't kill the gorgeous man! we're endangered!

they're practically giving their money away.

i'm not even sure we have one of these.

hey, what do you got?

they pick the same thing every year.

what do you want from me?

more than anything, i just want this moment to end.

seems a little harsh, doesn't it?

how can you wager on this when you control the outcome?

yeah, we rig the game as much as we need to.

oh, let's get this party started!

truth or dare?

i dare you to make out with … that moose, over there.

[ name ]… have you ever seen a moose before?

i'm living in a womb of reefer, leave me alone.

how did you know?

oh, my god. that is so sweet of you to say.

there's no need to huff and puff. i'll let you come in.

what's that supposed to mean?

i'm just skipping ahead.

what the hell was that?

the wind must've blown it open.

what do you think is down there?

why don't we find out?

how long do i have to stay down here?

sorry, i just scared myself.

i don't make up the rules.

oh, my god. look at all this.

i'm not sure it's awesome to be down here.

dude, seriously, your cousin is into some weird shit.

some of this stuff looks really old.

maybe we should go back upstairs.

i dare you all to go upstairs.

what is that?

jesus. can we not?

okay, i'm drawing a line in the fucking sand here. do not read the latin.

stop being a fucking baby.

we have a winner!

you had zombies, but this is "zombie redneck torture family," see? they're entirely separate species.

#horror sentence starters #rp sentence starters #rp memes #writing prompts #horror prompts #the cabin in the woods sentence starters #film sentence starters #request #two parter

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Jumping off the anon from earlier: I don't think anyone likes the new world set and I've seen plenty or people call out the devs for it so your def not alone there. Also I thought the Ala mhigan gown was African American patterns, since that is what they take inspo from?

Also as a certified zenos simp he calls even himself savage and while I sympathize with you having it used against you I dont think its as deep as you're making it out to be, zenos is a villain of course he's going to say rude shit to the wol

Anyway I dont go here and I don't doubt you'd block me for this if I wasn't on anon and I don't feel like being attacked for an opinion. So ✌️

A. The fact "no one likes the New World Set" isn't good either, the thing I dislike about it is the headdress specifically. As I said the actual outfit itself feels very "Party City Native" but it's the headdress that's actually offensive. Everything else about it is fine, at least more or less.

B. "He's bad so he's gonna do bad things it's not that big of a deal" I'm gonna say it again, SAVAGE IS A SLUR THAT HAS BEEN USED AGAINST MY PEOPLE FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS, DENIAL OF IT BEING A SLUR DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY LESS OF A SLUR. This is exactly what I'm talking about when I say people don't listen to Natives. I don't care if he's a bad person doing bad things you're REALLY missing the point, he's not real, someone at Square wrote that shit into the game thinking it's okay to use a slur and you are living proof that people do not care, congratulations you are part of the problem. Again people wouldn't be saying this shit "isn't that deep" if he used a different slur, you just don't think Native problems are worth worrying about unless they're cookie cutter shit like the New World Set which you still miss the point about.

C. You thinking the Ala Mhigan gown was African is exactly what I'm talking about, Natives aren't given any recognition when our culture is being stolen and profited from. I literally told you I'm Deer Clan Lakota and those very same patterns are on clothing passed down from my father's grandfather to him, and from him to me; patterns on clothes made by our people.

D. The entire ending of your message shows you don't know me but assume your opinion would upset me enough to block you rather than correct your misunderstandings, what do you take me for; some kind of savage? (See I can make that joke.) Ask yourself why you think I'd block you and ask yourself why you would be "attacked" for your opinion.

I genuinely do mean people like you when I say I wish people would listen to Native voices. A lot of people don't actually know squat about us, our culture, or our problems. Since you were so confident in making an assumption about me, allow me to do the same; you would not say these things about other minorities. Because you feel safe telling a Native that slurs that have been used against us aren't that deep, but you sure as hell wouldn't tell a Black person that the N word isn't a big deal, and before anyone says "well you can say one of them and not the other!" Yes I can, savage is our word, the N word is not. If I were Black it'd be the other way around for me.

People do not want to accept what we as Natives have to say unless we specifically say what you want to hear. This is specifically a big reason why most people don't know about our history, our culture, and our problems; it's not that we're not sharing them, it's not that we're not trying; it's that most people don't care enough about Natives and would rather get up in arms about FFXIV.

Do you realize how little I care about FFXIV?! There are Natives being raped, and murdered every day. The government has told us that if we cannot keep the blood of our people pure enough for them to consider us Native we won't be able to inherit our land and the American government will just take what little we have left because Native American people will no longer legally exist, our options are inbreeding or choosing to give up our very existence and we don't want to take either opinion.

And you want to argue with me about whether or not a slur is a slur because you're horny about a fictional video game character who says a slur.

I don't even have to say "people aren't listening to Natives when we try to tell you something is bad" because not only do people STILL think this is about FFXIV but people are willing to tell me it's "not as deep as you think it is" yeah alright cool thanks, let's not pay attention to the fact that it took until the 70s for Natives to be able to practice our culture and religion off the res, and even then where my father grew up, if a Native was off the res past 8 pm they would be violently beaten by cops. On my father's res the young men were taught how to survive in the white man's world of business while our young women were taught how to please the white men and not make them angry so they wouldn't be murdered or worse. Our culture was literally taught out of the youth because we are being forced to conform or die.

Let's ignore the decades of hate crimes committed upon my family alone, let's ignore every time I've heard the word savage while being beaten, mocked, and harassed. Classmates would try to hold me down and cut off my braid because they heard it would dishonor me. Classmates would grab me in the hallways and beat me, if I defended myself at all I'd put up with the parents of these kids screaming about how "this savage hurt my son" and when I'd explain I was just trying to get to class and was jumped by 3 kids with sharp objects even the principle would say I shouldn't have used force only to remark how he realizes "my people often don't handle conflict with words" so sure yeah, you can deny racism all you want.

Because it doesn't hurt you, and it's easier to look away and pretend this is all about some MMO than some actual real world problem that I was literally just saying the MMO exemplifies in its use of our culture and the use of a slur, and sure you can continue to defend it, to be mad about the wrong things because listening to Natives is hard.

But hey maybe it's just not as deep as I think it is, right? Perhaps all the racism and rape and murder and erasure of a whole people isn't that deep, because after all "savage" is just a word.

Look you're going to need to excuse me here, because yes I am upset; you have no idea what it's like to never be listened to when you try to explain racism and the problems your people are facing. Only for it to get some traction and then every inbox message I get completely misses the point, okay fair I'll explain things, no one has been offensively misguided until now; but to get this in my inbox first thing in the morning is like waking up to someone saying "no one cares about Native shit, shut up it's not that deep" and then ending it with the most passive aggressive "you're just gonna block me anyways and I don't want to be attacked for my opinion so ✌️" that tells me your not listening, you don't care to listen, you didn't want to learn you just want me to shut up.

This whole answer isn't for the Anon who sent me this message. This answer is for you, the individual who's actually taking the time to read it, because I do appreciate that you're actually reading what I have to say, even if it's easier to say it's not that deep; even if it's easier to look the other way and pretend we don't exist. I say these things in hopes my message reaches you and that you are aware of the kind of shit we deal with. I want for a world where the needs, concerns, and racism against my people receive the same coverage and care that other minorities get. We're being ignored, we're being intentionally forgotten, swept under the rug by anons like this who can't accept that our problems are real.

Do not be that person. Be better.

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Just got the sudden urge to talk about this, cause I think we're not talking about it enough.

Han Ho-yeol really wasn't cut out for the military. He was a soft hearted guy, who tried his best to fit in with the other's, found sneaky ways to survive the craziness. Hell, he even full-on acted when he had to be tough. His little embodiments throughout the show are awesome, but also tell us a lot about Ho-yeol. He isn't tough, but that other person he impersonates is. I bet that he did the embodiment thing before entering the barracks to talk back at Jang-soo with ease.

In season 2 their MP Commander Yang Du-Gwan basically tells Ho-yeol his whole career is a pile of shit, meaning he probably spent a lot of time in the hospital for various things. What we know for certain is of three incidents:

1. after he got stabbed. (still as a Private)

2. his breathing problems before he comes back and meets Jun-ho. (had been a Corporal before that already)

3. after Suk-bong's attempted suicide. (Guess that experience was rewarded with the Sergeant rank or whatever)

We don't know exactly how long he stayed each time, but the last one was apparently 3 months- according to the MP Commander- maybe four when he actually got back into the field.

My best guess when Ho-yeol described it to Jun-ho in season 1 regarding the second hospital stay "I had trouble breathing, but they didn't find anything and wouldn't let me go to a hospital outside" is that he had panic attacks. Probably so severe that people didn't associate it with that and really assumed it was something physical.

I think those panic attacks probably go back to the first stay, due to the stab wound Nina gave him. I can only assume how afraid he must've been and frustrated that his teammate Park Sung-woo was more interested into partying than actually working with him side by side. There was no feeling of safety, or like someone had his back. The possibility of deserters getting violent had always been high, but after the attack it was a lot more palpable to him. So I wouldn't be surprised that some tight spots working a case just triggered a panic attack and thus eventually led him to the hospital.

Then we got the third incident where he went fully mute due to PTSD. He might've also been afraid to say something, knowing he would have to go back and possibly witnessing/living through more traumatizing stuff than he already had. Or maybe the muteism stemmed from the idea that his words don't change anything anyways, like with Suk-bong. He had tried so hard to talk the guy off his murder-suicide path and was met with disbelief and then the suicide was still attempted right in front of his eyes.

And I know what you might think, Ho-yeol was doing fine when he was at Jun-ho's side and yeah. That's a big point. Remember how Ho-yeol congratulated Jun-ho for beating up Park Sung-woo? He knew exactly why Jun-ho had done it and he also was immediately reassured that he'd be safe with that new fresh faced Private. Someone who could beat up a dude like Sung-woo? And who had to be pried off of him by multiple people? Someone who had been THAT mad about neglecting his duty as a DP and endangering a deserter? Yeah, Ho-yeol would not have to be afraid of deserters attacking him, he could finally breathe knowing he wouldn't be harmed. His anxiety wasn't gone, but he could cope better, since he didn't have to assume each encounter with a deserter would mean physical harm.

And look, season 2 Jun-ho made it even clearer that no one was gonna touch our sweetheart while he was around. So I guess Ho-yeol's faith in Jun-ho was valid.

#dp #dp 2 #deserter pursuit #han ho yeol #meta #headcanon #honestly just me rambling about ho-yeol

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anonymousewrites · 2 years

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Adolescent Antichrist

Father figure! Lucifer x Non-binary! Reader

Original Character x Non-binary! Reader

Book 1:

Follows the Events of Netflix Lucifer Season One

Chapter One: The (L/N) Family Scandal

Chapter Two: More Trauma, Yay

Chapter Three: My Therapist Won't Be Happy

Chapter Four: How Unusually Insightful of You

Chapter Five: He is Catholic, but Come On

Chapter Six: That's Better than What My Therapist Says

Chapter Seven: I Should Really Start Exercising

Chapter Eight: Do I Need to Warn Dr. Martin that You're Gonna Misinterpret a Feeling Again?

Chapter Nine: No Fashion Sense and Touchy-Feely

Chapter Ten: He's Been in Solitary for Way Too Long

Book 2:

Follows the Events of Netflix Lucifer Season Two

Chapter One: I'm Self-Obsessed and Forgot My Own Birthday

Chapter Two: You Saw It on Soap Operas

Chapter Three: The Respect You Have for Living Beings is Amazing

Chapter Four: You Owe Me Twenty Bucks

Chapter Five: She Couldn't Make a Paper Bag

Chapter Six: I Should Make a Bingo Card of Ways to Almost Die

Chapter Seven: I Didn’t Bet on My Life, that Would Be Stupid. I Bet on My Health

Chapter Eight: Heaven Forbid They Get Some Therapy and Fix Their Marriage

Chapter Nine: I'm Going to Take Him out for a Drink

Chapter Ten: I'm Won't Call You Grandma

Chapter Eleven: No More Therapy for Me, too Traumatizing

Chapter Twelve: Shadows are Doing the Macarena for Me

Chapter Thirteen: I'd Rather Play Frankenstein

Chapter Fourteen: I Thought You Were Wearing Grippy Socks and Doing Crafts

Chapter Fifteen: My Natural State is Annoyed and Snarky

Book 3:

Follows the Events of Netflix Lucifer Season Three

Chapter One: What Do You Mean There are Feathers?

Chapter Two: Don't Give Me an Identity Crisis on My Birthday

Chapter Three: LGBTQ Breakfast Club

Chapter Four: That's the Most Sensible Thing You've Ever Said

Chapter Five: It's a Long Story Involving My Parents Aiding and Abetting a Murderer

Chapter Six: That's Exactly the Type of Shenanigans You Like

Chapter Seven: You Must be a Great Business Partner

Chapter Eight: The Money had Better be Worth It

Chapter Nine: What are They, Going through a Divorce?

Chapter Ten: This will be My Problem because Lucifer has Terrible Coping Mechanisms

Chapter Eleven: She had been Doing Good

Chapter Twelve: I Liked It When You Wanted to Die

Chapter Thirteen: We're Family?

Book 4:

Follows the Events of Netflix Lucifer Season Four

Chapter One: You Can Never Look Gay Enough

Chapter Two: Death Doesn't Give Me Panic Attacks Anymore

Chapter Three: God forbid I Don’t have to Deal with Problems

Chapter Four: Someone has to Make Sure You don’t do Anything Stupid

Chapter Five: I'm a Goddam Person

Chapter Six: You should go back to Your Coffin, Lady

Chapter Seven: Freaking Out is an Understatement

Chapter Eight: You’re the One Saving Me this Time

Chapter Nine: Our Friendship is Based on Being Mean

Chapter Ten: God, Why is It Me You Always Test?

Chapter Eleven: He's Getting Himself Shot

Chapter Twelve: It Wasn't Your Fault

Chapter Thirteen: You've Done Enough Damage

Chapter Fourteen: I Think I'd Like a Dance

Chapter Fifteen: I Don’t Want to Go to Heaven

Chapter Sixteen: Adults Continue to be Clueless

Chapter Seventeen: You remembered who You were All the Time

Chapter Eighteen: God is Real, but That’s Not Really Important

Chapter Nineteen: Idiot from Head to Toe

Chapter Twenty: Two Demons and an Angel Walk into a Church

Chapter Twenty-One: They took Me for a Tea Party

Chapter Twenty-Two: Can I Order You to be Executed?

Chapter Twenty-Three: I Hate You

Book 5:

Follows the events of Netflix Lucifer Season Five Part One

Chapter One: Is That So Much to Ask on My Birthday?

Chapter Two: You Became an Idiot While in Hell

Chapter Three: He Doesn’t Just Throw Those Words Around

Chapter Four: Celestial Family Issues Strike Again

Chapter Five: I’m Still Pissed At You

Chapter Six: You’re Supposed to be the Demon on My Shoulder, not the Angel

Chapter Seven: Oblivious Gays

Chapter Eight: If They Try to Perform an Exorcism, I’m Out

Chapter Nine: Why did God make Adults Idiots?

Chapter Ten: You screwed up My Chance to Kiss My Crush

Chapter Eleven: That was the Most Mature Advice You’ve Ever Given Me

Chapter Twelve: I’ve Never Been Anyone’s Blessing

Chapter Thirteen: We’re the Best People to Find Out What’s Happening

To be continued...

Specials:

Christmas Specials: 2021, 2022, 2023

Pride Specials: 2023

Halloween Special: 2023

Valentine's Day Specials: 2024

Taglist:

@sammyscreencaps-13

@grippleback-galaxy-galaxy

@scarlettqueen190

@ziro-the-null-god

@sammy-13

@zeros-rot

@ceridwyn3

@technikerin23

@poetoflawed

@slytherinroyalty16

@ilse235

@theurbannoodle

@lookitseddie

@amberforest08

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 8, Part 1 ("The Inns and Outs of Inns")

I'm skipping past the second half of the previous episode (I really couldn't think of anything interesting to say about it. It was that whole thing where Rory and Paris get initated into The Puffs, and the Mother/Daughter Fashion Show). You can read my previous reviews here.

This lady held out her cup for a refill. Jess looks down at the mug and walks right past her. I found his terrible customer service inexplicably delightful. I'd say she was gonna stiff him out of a tip for that move, but no one in Stars Hollow tips anyway.

Jess: It's 7:45 am, do you want me to go to school or openly defy child labor laws? Idk, I think you should have a word with the Walmart corporation first, the place hired a 17 year old to drive a forklift during school hours. Luke: Stay out of trouble. Jess: Guess that means calling off the chickie run down at the salt flats. What in the everliving hell does that even mean? What teenager talks like that in 2001, the Year of our Lord? Damn you, AmyShermanPalladino. *sighs deeply*. *Opens Google* "A chickie run is a high-speed drag race toward the edge of a steep bluff above the ocean using stolen cars." It's apparently a reference to the movie Rebel Without A Cause with James Dean. Well, I learned some pointless new information today. Thank you, Mr Mariano. You may not serve customers their coffee but you do serve up hot steaming cups of old timey references. Lorelai and Sookie: We're coming up with names for the new inn. Michel: How about the Money Pit? The Outhouse? The Inn Headed for Bankruptcy?

Heh heh.

I only recall seeing a police car in Stars Hollow two other times (when Kyle's party got busted up and the time Jess comes back in season 4 and gets pulled over? Am I forgetting anything?). Here's the big emergency that called the mythical, rarely seen Stars Hollow Police into town. Spoiler alert: It was some chalk.

And now this pathetic town of bored people with nothing better to do are going to call an emergency meeting over some chalk. Taylor is fa-reaking the fuck out.

Taylor: I've got a dead body outside of my store! Sheriff: No, you have a chalk outline in front of your store.

Sheriff: My partner's out doing a headcount to see if anyone is missing. Until then, just hang tight. Let me remind you how many people live in Stars Hollow. Sometimes it may seem like you only see the same 15 people over and over, but the mind can play dirty tricks on you.

Yes Taylor, just hang tight for a few minutes while one police officer does a head count of nearly 10,000 people. A police officer going around counting people to see if anyone happens to be dead is one of my favorite bits of absurdity in the entire show. 30 seconds later:

Golly that was fast!

Heh heh heh. It is a pretty stupid prank. I think most of Jess' pranks are amateur at best. I believe in his potential. He could come up with something way better. The people of Stars Hollow deserved to be Punk'd for how they treat him. I give this one an A though, because it pissed everyone off so thoroughly, and that's all that matters.

Gilmore Girls wardrobe department: LAYERS! MORE LAYERS, DAMN IT! Wardrobe Assistant: He's in a shirt under a shirt under a vest! I cannot layer anymore! *cries*

Sooo purdy.

Luke jamming a screwdriver into a toaster is highly erotic.

It goes without saying that from here on out we are going to be pausing often to admire screen shots of Jess with absolutely no context. Tomatos Sign: Spotted

Oh, we haven't gotten to the part where Jess murders Shane and dumps her body in the lake. We'll get to that in season 3. In my gritty Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow, there could be several justified homicides. For one example, it's canon that Luke never throws Taylor off a bridge, so my reboot would seek to correct this.

HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY LET HIM SULK AND LURK What the hell else is there to do in Stars Hollow anyway? The image of Jess of visiting an arts and crafts store is pretty hilarious.

What the hell is AmyShermanPalladino's obsession with swans? "Swans scream one thing, Mom. Sigfried and Roy." Ah yes, another fine early 2000's tasteless "gay" insult. Luke & Lorelai are discussing the grave consequences of missing or even being late to a town meeting. To which I say, if Taylor threatens you, just tell him you're gonna squeal to the Feds about all of his shady financial crimes. That'll shut him right up.

He's been in town for like what, a week and he's already a "situation". I think that's awesome. Your mere existence on this Earth is so powerful that you've thrown an entire community into disarray. Good for you, baby. Good for you.

May I remind you again they are calling this community meeting because of some chalk. "When Mrs. Lanahan couldn't buy lettuce from my store, she drove straight to Woodbury instead." You know what, I just gotta bide my time and let the nutcase rant, because Walmart will eventually drive him out of business for good and in a double scoop of justice, I have faith that he'll also be taken down for his money laundering crimes.

This committee of 85 year olds will seal Jess Mariano's fate. It looks like Hell's waiting room. Jess loves a good town meeting because it's the only time he gets to stay home and whack off in private. Luke tries to give Taylor $1 for a head of letuce (actually, first he asks "how much is a head of lettuce?" which is something he should know if he's running a diner, but I digress. "The CHARGES against your nephew are numerous!" Let's hear them, shall we? He stole the "Save the Bridge" money. But Taylor was going to launder that money, what will he do now? He stole a gnome from Babette's garden. He "hooted" one Miss Patty's dance classes. Please try to imagine Jess ever "hooting" a woman (uhh, she means catcalling...I guess? I could see him calling out some sarcastic quip/witty observation though. He took a garden hose. Why Jess? Why? How did they know he did it? What did he intend to do with it? Where did he keep it? With the 500 baseballs he stole from the school? He set off the fire alarms at school last week. This is a more serious prank that would have gotten him in big trouble if he was caught. And again, Lane and Dean go to this school. Hello? I know at this point Jess and Rory don't know each other well, but that's still major gossip, so why are Rory's boyfriend and best friend always keeping this stuff from her? I am Jess Mariano's defense lawyer and every last thing my client does to annoy the citizens of Stars Hollow is justified. Lorelai, sarcastically: I heard he controls the weather and wrote the screenplay to Glitter** (**a movie starring Mariah Carey that came out in 2001 and is regarded as one of the worst movies of all time and was a box office bomb and possibly the biggest blight ever on MC’s career). You know, Lorelai is being sarcastic by saying she thinks Jess controls the weather but she hates him so much I wouldn't put it past her that she actually believes that. I mean, she already believes that the sun shines out of Dean Forrester's ass. Bootsy: I never like the look of that kid, I knew he was bad as soon as I saw him. AGAIN HE'S BEEN HERE FOR LIKE A WEEK. The subject of the meeting turns from Jess to piling onto Luke for no good reason, and my man Lucas is just about to burst a blood vessel defending himself and Jess from these nutjobs. I honestly couldn't love him more. He's so REAL. Please don't stroke out on us, we need you. Taylor: "There is a consensus among all the towns people that Stars Hollow was a much better place before Jess got here." Kindly go to hell, Taylor Doose.

Dean spending two days on his hands and knees scraping Jess' prank from cement is a beautiful kind of justice. Edit: A commenter made me wonder how Jess made his artwork stick to the cement. Off to Google I went once again. Apparently you can use hairspray to set chalk art, but professional chalk artists use high grade varnishes to set their designs. Jess never half-asses anything. He puts his whole, cute little ass in. You also have to wonder how in a town full of unemployed busy bodies with nothing better to do than notice everything that goes on in town right down to when Rory Gilmore farts, not a single person heard or saw any of this happening. Lorelai fretting that the Independence will be sold to a corporate hotel chain is realistic and it would inevitably happen in my gritty Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow. The Independence Inn would become a Holiday Inn, Luke's would become a Starbucks, Doose's would become a Walmart, and Dean Forrester's house would be a parking lot after a meteor crashed through the roof.

Someone should bash your head in with a safe.

Never in the history of mankind has a single individual sown so much havoc with a single stick of chalk.

Every time I look at that wool jacket lining I feel super itchy.

The captions should really say "okuh", and not "okay." Because that was a stellar "okuh". Get it right. Just another injustice perpetuated against Jesstopher Mariano.

Oh, she did. To be continued in Part 2 so I can add more screen shots.

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