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6lostgirl6 · 8 months

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Miss.coffin sorry I’m new here and sorry about my bad text. I’ve been made fun of in the past because of it I’m mentally disabled to an extent and I have a shy personality. I’ll get straight to the point, my favorite horror film is my bloody valentine 3d next to it is the 2009 f13 movie. There’s a huge debate I seen when it comes to the movie is it a split personality? Is Harry possessing Tom Hanniger? Personally I believe he’s possessed, but that’s just my belief. believe whatever you wanna believe. I always had the unpopular opinion the remake is better than the original. Anyway, I’ll get to my request. Can you do a 2009 Harry warden sfw or sfw Alphabet relating to my favorite character/miner? Thank you so much for your time miss.coffin. I’m just glad some people are doing 2009 Harry warden because he’s better than his 1981 counterpart. Sorry I didn’t saying anything sooner. I didn’t know if you were open at the time like I know you are now and my shy personality sometimes gets in the way of things. just thank you miss.coffin.

SFW Alphabet - Harry Warden

TW: Slight Yandere Behavior, DID Terms, Mentions of killing, Possessive Behavior, My Bloody Valentine 2009 Spoilers,

A/N: Hello, my dear! You were just in time to send in a request! Personally, I believe it was a split personality, but that is a very good theory that Tom is actually possessed by Harry, I can see that! I went ahead and did SFW and I hope that's okay! I agree, I like the remake a lot better than the original! Thank you for this lovely request! I hope you enjoy! ❤️ Reblogs are appreciated!!

Affection: [How affectionate are they? How do they show affection? Do they enjoy PDA?]

Harry is more reserved than his counterpart, Tom, and it would take a while before he would show affection towards you. Once he knows you don't mean harm towards Tom, he'll be more open towards you. Silent and gentle strokes against your cheek with his gloved knuckles, ruffling your hair, and firm grips on your hand. He's more possessive than Tom, so he isn't against PDA.

Beauty: [What is their favorite part of their partner. Body part, trait, anything?]

His favorite part about his partner, is their personality. He tends to like people that are kind and understanding and his partner being sweet like Valentine's candy is perfect. His favorite body part of his partner is their eyes.

Comfort: [How do they comfort their partner? Ex. after a panic attack or bad dream?]

Harry is a very protective alter and your needs and safety are very important to him. He's not great with words but he will hold you close if you allow him, soothing you in some capacity. If someone would hurt you though, they would meet an ultimate demise.

Devoted: [How devoted are they in a relationship?]

Harry would be very devoted in a relationship, he's not a people person and very withdrawn. He only fronts when he is comfortable with the person or killing. You would literally be the only one for him.

Ending: [If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?]

The only reason he would break up with you would be if it were to protect you in some way and only for a short term until the problem was resolved or if you upset Tom extremely. At that rate, he would just kill you.

Future: [What is their ideal future with an s/o? Marriage? How would they be domesticly?]

He's inexperienced with domestic affairs, but he would try with you. He could see himself marrying his significant other, and he would be a very devoted partner. Tom would have to teach him a few things of course, since Tom was in a relationship before.

Gentle: [How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?]

Harry is not a gentle person and he had to learn how to be careful with you. In the beginning, he was rougher, grabbing your hand tightly or pulling you around when he wanted you close. However, he would eventually learn that he's stronger and needs to mind his strength. He's emotions are very strong and he feels strongly.

Hugs: [Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?]

In the beginning, Harry wasn't too interested in hugging. Again, he needed to feel more comfortable with his partner first. Once he is, he loves receiving affection from his partner. He rarely initiates it, but he would never deny a hug from you.

Intune: [How intune are they with their s/o's emotions? Can they read their s/o well?]

Again, he's inexperienced with relationships and previously only had to worry about Tom's feelings before meeting you. At the same time, Harry is very observant and he will learn in no time. Soon, he'll practically be able to read your mind on a few occasions.

Jealous: [How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?]

As mentioned previously, he feels strongly and at times, they're not healthy. He can be very jealous and pissed off when someone openly flirts with his partner in front of him. He's reserved, not speaking when you two arrive home and you think it's over. Until you see the same person on the news after he was supposedly hanged on a flag pole in front of the whole town.

Kisses: [Good kisser? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?]

He is a very good kisser, but can be very sloppy. His kisses are deep and passionate, stealing your breath easily. He likes kissing your forehead and neck, he's a very possessive man. He secretly likes being kissed on his temple or cheekbone, it causes his heart to melt a little.

Love Language: [What is their love language? Gift giving? Quality time?]

His love language is gift giving and physical touch. He's not very expressive with words so he likes to make it up with affectionate touches and bringing you chocolates. Don't ask why the case was bloody, he won't answer.

Memories: [What are their favorite memories with their s/o or family?]

His favorite memory with his significant other is their first kiss together.

Nicknames: [What do they call their partner?]

His voice is more gruff compared to Tom's and his nicknames sound so sweet when they slip from his lips. He likes calling you sweetheart, and darling.

Open: [When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?]

Patience: [How easily angered are they?]

He can be easily angered and has less patience than Tom. He doesn't tolerate bullshit or things not going the way they are supposed to be.

Quality Time: [How would they spend time with a partner? What are dates like?]

Harry enjoys dates that don't involve being around other people. For example, he would feel more comfortable stargazing, or spend time with you at home. However, if you insist on going into town, he co-fronts with Tom to feel more at ease. Dates are very attentive, Harry enjoys alone time with you and learning more things about you.

Random Headcanon:

Harry enjoys the sound of your voice and would enjoy you reading to him when he needs to unwind. He finds comfort with your voice and eyes and feel the tension wash away.

Security: [How protective are they?]

Oh, he's very protective and will go to extreme lengths to secure your safety. Even if it's through the means of killing. For example, not only did Harry kill the people involved with the mines, but he also killed people that upset/harmed Tom. Both Tom and you are very important to him and he would do the same with you. Your life matters more than the idiotic people in town.

Tiny Ones: [How do they feel about kids? How would they act with kids?]

He doesn't exactly have an opinion on children, very indifferent towards them. Tom is more into having a family than he is, however if you wanted children, he wouldn't be opposed. Anything for you after all.

Upset: [How do they act after a fight? Would they be the first to apologize?]

He's a very stubborn man and would take a while before he can apologize, especially when it was his fault. He'll avoid you for a while, not really talking during this phase. Sometimes, Tom has to tell him to reel it in. Soon, Harry would feel guilty about what happened and seek you out.

Value: [How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?]

He may be inexperienced, but his relationship would be incredibly important to him. Nothing else could compare to how much you mean to him.

Whole: [Would they feel incomplete without you? What is their worst fear, what causes a hole in their heart?]

Absolutely, if something were to happen, Harry would be more reserved and withdrawn, unable to communicate with even Tom. The killings would get worse, much worse. He would be relentless since he's releasing his inner turmoil and anger towards his victims. His worst fear would be losing you, someone taking you away from him.

Xenos: [What is something about them that is strange? Something that most wouldn't like]

His killing habits lol!

Yank: [What do they do that makes their partner mad? That makes one wanna yank they ass?]

He would leave blood trails and footprints around the house after killing, setting his bloody pickaxe against the wall and staining the wallpaper. You've scolded him plenty of times but he always forgets.

ZzZ: [What are their sleeping habits? Do they snore? Is the schedule fucked up?]

When he fronts, his sleeping habits are different compared to Tom. He sleeps on his back and his snores are light. His face tends to scrunch like he's scowling and you've taken a picture of it before. He's not a deep sleeper and will feel you trying to move or get out of bed. He likes having you cuddling against his side with his arm wrapped around you. He tends to sleep later than Tom, since he walks out in the middle of the night for his killings.

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slasher-male-wife · 1 year

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Slashers falling for their final person

So I did a post kind of like this as my first request and it was really bad so I thought I would kind of re do it. Idk I'm struggling and I need to take my mind off of stuff.

Includes: Jason Voorhees, Harry Warden, Thomas Hewitt and Brahms Heelshire

Warnings: Murder mentions, violence, strong language, heavily implied kidnapping of reader, no use of y/n or gendered pronouns for reader

Jason Voorhees

It's around midnight and you're running aimlessly in the woods. You were spending time at a friends lake house when a man in a hockey mask attacked your friends, killing them. You realized he's Jason Voorhees, the man that everyone says roams crystal lake, killing anyone who comes near. Your body is crying to stop but you can't. Thank god there's a full moon out tonight.

Up ahead you find a small run down cabin. You glance behind you and you can't see anything. You run into the cabin and lock the door. You grab a fire poker near the door and back up. You hear a noise to your left and watch as Jason busts through a window at the side of the cabin. You let out a throat shredding scream as you back up further.

"Jason," You yell not entirely knowing what you're doing, "Jason I don't want to hurt you," You can see your friend's blood on his clothes, "Jason please listen to me. I don't want to hurt you so please don't hurt me ok?" Your words don't seem to do anything as he's still walking towards you. He's eventually mere inches away from you, but his machete is down, "Ok Jason, I'm not going to hurt you. Now let me just leave and I won't tell anyone about this." You try to move to the left but he grabs your arm and moves you back.

He takes the fire poker from your hands as he grabs your right wrist and pulls you out of the cabin with him.

Harry Warden

You came down to the mines with your boyfriend to have a fun time. He wanted to show you where he worked and get some alone time away from the party going on upstairs. But now you're hiding in a small cave in the mine from a crazy guy in mining gear with a pick ax who killed your boyfriend. You hear footsteps coming behind you. Looking to your left you find a broken pick ax. The pick itself is too heavy to lift so you grab the broken handle and when you hear him right outside the cave you jump out and slam it against his knee. You hear a muffled scream as he falls to the ground.

You run away quickly and up the tracking leading back outside. You're just about up when someone grabs your wrist and pulls you backwards making you fall down the incline and roll to the bottom. You've hit your head pretty hard on the way down and now your vision and hearing is fuzzy as you look up at the man in the coal mining mask.

You groan as he lowers himself down to your level. You turn your head away as he cups a hand on your cheek. His body language changes. Your vision starts to black as you feel yourself being picked up by the man. You can barely put up a fight as he carries you up the mines again, soon blacking out.

Thomas Hewitt

You're stuck in a house from hell. In the basement hiding under a table on the wet floor. Your entire body aches and your eyes are irritated from tears. You hear footsteps coming down the stairs and you put a hand to your mouth. They finally reach the basement and walk towards the table. You're frozen with fear as two large legs stand before you.

Whoever this is, is doing something on top of the table. You look to the open side and you take the chance to crawl away. You get as far as the stairs before you feel someone pull on your ankle making you fall on your stomach and hit your forehead on the steps. You scream and quickly turn on your back. You're met with the sight of a large man wearing a leather mask around the bottom half of his face.

"Don't kill me!" You say not daring to move, "I live on a farm too! I know how to survive on my own! I can help you ok? Just don't kill me! Please I promise I'm not going to leave just don't kill me!" The man above you pauses and sets down his butchers knife. He grabs you and pulls you up by your wrists. He ties your hands together than to a wooden beam by the stairs before leaving. You can only hope that he really isn't going to kill you.

Brahms Heelshire

After watching over a doll for the past two months you're finally face to face with the real Brahms. You're holding a fire poker in both hands while you cry. Brahms just broke through a mirror and killed your abusive ex-boyfriend. Now he's staring at you. Holding a shard of his old doll.

"Brahms," You say trying to keep your composure, "Brahms please drop that," He stands up, "Brahms I'm telling you to drop that shard right now," You slightly raise your voice. This gets him to really drop his weapon. You set yours down too, "Are you going to hurt me Brahms?" You ask him.

"Not unless you leave."

"I'm not going to leave Brahms. I promise."

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captainslayahoe · 9 months

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I could not breath after reading the fourth one😭 what pussy size do you wear🥺

#house of wax #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #harry warden #brahms heelshire #ghostface #michael myers #horror movies #slashers #slashers x reader #slashers x y/n #slashers x you

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calmcoldevening · 2 months

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Can you do a Valentine's day themed thingy for slashers x reader please?

Happy Valentine's day, kitten ♡⁠ I hope you spent this day with your love)

Slashers x reader, Valentine's Day headcanons

Michael Myers

• Michael basically doesn't see any special importance in this day, it's not Halloween. But seeing how you fuss that day, Michael just gives up.

• He returns home from hunting, and you meet him in the kitchen with a bright smile and a delicious dinner on the table. It causes a strange, mixed feeling in his chest. He doesn't know what it is, but it's something warm and pleasant.

• You have dinner together in almost complete silence, only sometimes you tell something about your day. Michael doesn't give this dinner that much importance, after all, you often have dinner together.

• After dinner, you sit on the couch together and watch a movie. This time you chose some kind of romantic melodrama, after all, it was in the spirit of today's holiday. And even though Michael didn't give you the special attention you wanted, you just liked that he was with you tonight. Michael liked horror more, he didn't particularly like movies with feelings other than fear. But it made him put some kind of puzzle together in his head.

• In the morning, as usual, you woke up alone. The sheets on Michael's side were cold. It left a painful feeling in your chest. When you came downstairs, you found a large bouquet of scarlet roses on the table. Next to the bouquet was a small note with an inscription on it, written in a sloppy handwriting: "Sorry ♡⁠".

Jason Voorhees

• Before meeting you, Jason didn't really know much about holidays, but now he wanted to please you on such special days. Valentine's Day was no exception. And although he didn't have much money for this, after all, Jason lived in an old camp, which was quite far from the city, and he didn't like people, the guy tried to make this day as romantic as possible for you.

• You did not return to your cabin until late in the evening (perhaps you were at work or studying). You were very tired and your mood was almost at zero. You just wanted to go to bed and forget, this day wasn't anything special. You slowly opened the door to your bedroom.

• What was your surprise when you saw Jason sitting on the bed. Your whole little room was filled with various, mostly red candles. Maroon petals of some flowers were scattered on the bed.

• Jason was sitting facing you, his cheeks flushed scarlet even through the cracks of the mask. He looked up at you nervously and pulled out a pink box from behind his back. You carefully picked it up and opened it. It was a big postcard with lots of pages and cute inscriptions on them. Everything was bright, although a little messy, but it looked nice. Hearts and seals were painted, compliments and words of love were written. Jason shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly nervous.

• You carefully put the postcard on the desk. As you got closer, you climbed onto Jason's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. A nervous mutter escaped from the man's chest. You smiled, "I love you." Jason blushed visibly. A nervous "I love you too," Jason signed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Bubba Sawyer

• Bubba was very worried. He knew about the upcoming holiday and didn't know how to please you. Besides, his brothers made fun of him because of his excitement. This made Bubba completely discouraged.

• And yet, the brothers understood his excitement, after all, you were the first and only person Bubba ever loved and who loved Bubba back. They are in no way going to interfere with his romantic plans.

• Bubba asked Drayton to do some shopping, which he agreed to, wanting to help Sawyer Jr., although not without a little joke. But not wanting to make the guy blush any more, Drayton and the twins left the house that day for 'important things'.

• You returned home after a little work in the city and were greeted by a pleasant romantic atmosphere. All the lights in the house were turned off, and the dining room was lit with wax candles. You walked in, smiling softly and looking around the room. Bubba couldn't hide his excitement and fear, he was nervously biting his lower lip. Finally, he looked up at you and handed you a big teddy bear. You smiled happily as you accepted the gift and hugged Bubba. He was overjoyed. After a sweet kiss, Bubba showed you the dinner he made just for the two of you.

• After dinner, you lay in each other's arms all evening. Bubba held you gently to him and covered your face and neck with kisses, whining softly. He was overwhelmed with emotion. He was happy to love you and be loved by you.

Hannibal Lecter

• This man will spend the best valentine's day of your life with you.

• Hannibal will bring you breakfast in bed first. It will be something light but delicious, like a classic American breakfast and a cup of your favorite coffee.

• Later in the evening, he will take you to a nice expensive restaurant and ask you to wait. The man will return with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a small gift bag. Inside was an expensive necklace with a bright stone that accentuated your eye color.

• If you prefer something simpler, Hannibal will suggest you take a walk after the restaurant. Gentle kisses under the night sky and caring hugs. Hannibal will offer you his jacket to keep you warm.

• This day will be full of tenderness and love on his part, Hannibal will try in every way to show that you are really dear to him. "Even in a room full of art, I would still only look at you."

Harry Warden

• This is a pretty difficult situation, because for Harry, Valentine's Day is a reminder of that tragedy in the mine, so it's unlikely that he will decide to cancel it, even with you.

• But the next night, he'll just decide to spend romantic time with you. The man will cook some simple but delicious dinner, and then offer to watch a movie. You will be sitting on the couch in the living room and cuddling. His arm is around your waist, your head is on his shoulder. This is a moment filled with pleasant silence and tenderness.

• A few hours earlier, Harry gave you a beautiful piece of jewelry, a box of your favorite candies (not in a heart box, no) and a neat bouquet of beautiful flowers. It's his own way of apologizing to you for ruining the holiday.

• You will also sleep in an embrace. Harry always falls asleep much later than you, but today it was especially noticeable. You were already snuffling in his arms, while Harry held you protectively in his arms and stroked your hair. His gaze is entirely focused on you and only you. He's just surprised how your wonderful angel agreed to be his soulmate. Harry is so happy. The man leans closer and kisses you briefly on the lips. "Sweet dreams, my love."

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jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby · 8 months

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(Y/n sitting in bed)

Y/n: hmmm…I feel the sudden urge to do 50 squats…

(Slasher with a pillow over their face):…please go to sleep..

Y/n: fine how bout 40

Slasher:…deal…now hurry up

(Slasher sitting up in bed 20 mins later watching y/n do squats…)

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batztrangem · 2 years

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Telephone (Billy Lenz/Reader)

Originally posted on my Wattpad

Rated: T

Warnings/notes: Gender neutral reader, Billy slightly being a perv, cursing

Word count: 1.6k

Author's Note: I have no idea who requested this. Someone requested a Billy Lenz oneshots with no specific plot but I think I accidentally deleted the message. Only one person has requested anything dealing with Billy Lenz so it that was you this is for you! I just lost your request and can't remember who it was.

I apologize if it's too short, but I just didn't feel like writing a super long oneshot right now.

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Reaching down slowly, I unlocked and opened the door with my free hand. Both of my arms were occupied with multiple bags of groceries.

I made my way inside and shut the front door with my foot. Sighing, I made my way into the kitchen. I sat the bags down on the dining room table and began placing items in their respective spots in the fridge. As I did so, I couldn't help but feel eyes on me. Goosebumps formed on the nape of my neck as closed the fridge.

I looked around the room. There was nobody there. Honestly, I wasn't sure what I expected.

Living alone was fun and all but some days it was a bit unnerving.

After I finished putting up the groceries, I made my way into the living room.

I flopped down on the couch and felt my muscles relax as I sunk into the cushions. The house was quiet and I couldn't have been bothered to reach for the TV remote. If anything, I wanted to take a nap.

As I got more comfortable in my seat my eyes scanned across the living room and I couldn't help but notice something peculiar.

I scrunched my eyes together and opened them again, blinking rapidly to be sure I wasn't seeing things.

On the arm of the recliner across from me was a jacket. A brown overcoat. Most people wouldn't think twice about it. But I knew one thing for sure; I didn't own a brown coat.

I stood up and walked over to the chair, scooping up the jacket in my hand.

"What the-" I thought to myself.

It took only a couple of seconds for me to recognize the jacket. I knew only one person who owned one like the one I was holding.

Suddenly, a wave of frustration washed over me.

"Billy!" I called out as I dropped the jacket back on the chair.

"That son of a bitch broke in," I thought.

I took a step in the hallway and opened the closet but there wasn't a sign of the man.

I had known Billy for a couple of years. Over the course of those years I had learned an array of things about. One being the fact that he was a massive pervert. Another being the fact that he enjoyed breaking into my house.

I loved him, sure. We had started dating about a year after meeting. But man, he knew how to get on my nerves.

And one of the ways he did that was by breaking in, instead of asking or simply using the key I had given him.

"Where are you?" I asked in a sing-song voice.

I tapped my foot as I stood in the hallway, thinking to myself. Right as I was about to continue my search, my cellphone rang from in the living room.

I walked back, picking up the phone and answering.

"You're annoying sometimes, you know that right?" I asked.

"Ouch," Billy said on the other side of the line.

"Is this some game of hide and seek or something?" I asked.

"Hmmm, I like the sound of that. Come find me, (Y/N)."

His voice was practically purring as he spoke barely above a whisper. It wasn't uncommon to hear him sound like that.

"Don't make it weird," I mumbled.

"Oh, how boring," he said with a deep sigh.

I made my way back into the hallway. This time I decided to check the bathroom.

I opened the door and stepped in, turning on the light in the process. I made my way over to the shower and pulled back the curtain. No sign of him.

"Billy, seriously. Where are you?" I asked, my voice echoing in the bathroom.

"Billy, seriously," Billy mimicked in a higher pitched voice.

I rolled my eyes as I fought the urge to end the phonecall.

"Why can't you just tell me?"

"That's not how the game works, sweety," he said.

I thought back on all of the times Billy had pulled something like this, hoping that the answer would be in those memories.

"I bet you're in the attic," I said as I walked out of the bathroom.

“Then why don't you come and check," he hummed.

I made my way upstairs and then pulled down the attic ladder. I climbed up the ladder and peeked into the dark room. I put Billy on speaker phone and turned on the flashlight. Climbing all the way in, I flashed the phone around. There were only storage boxes and a large amount of dust.

"Ok, you're not in here. Basement? That seems like a place you'd hide," I said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Billy asked.

"That you're a basement dweller," I said as I climbed down the ladder.

"Haha, so funny."

"I know, right. I'm a real comedian at this point," I said as I made my way back downstairs.

At this point, I was just playing along. As much as I probably should, I couldn't stay mad at Billy.

"Hmmm," I hummed to myself as I descended down the basement steps.

"What do you see?" Billy questioned.

I looked around every nook and cranny but alas, he was no where to be found.

"Not you that's for sure," I mumbled in defeat.

"Well, that's too bad," Billy said.

I paused as Billy spoke. There was something there. I heard something. A very familiar sound.

A creak.

"I know where you're at!" I said, rushing back up the basement stairs

"Do you?" Billy asked.

At this point, I was basically sprinting, sliding on the floor as I made my way back up to the second floor to my bedroom. Swinging open the door I saw an all too familiar, smug face. Phone up to his cheek with a grin as he laid on top of my bed.

I jumped on the bed beside him, tapping his chest as if we were playing tag.

"Ha! I got you!" I said, rather proud of myself.

"How did you find me?" he asked as he put the phone down.

"You think I don't know the sound of my own squeaky ass bed?" I said with a laugh.

"You're a good listener," he said.

I turned on my side and curled up to him, resting my arm across his chest. My leg rested in between his.

"You have got to start using a key. Or just...move in," I said.

"Mmm, move in? That's a big step," he said as he pushed some of his hair out of his face.

"Either that or start using your key like a normal person," I said.

"Normal? Ouch, that one hurt. That was an insult," he said with a laugh.

"You know what I mean," I said.

"Mhm."

"So, why'd you pick my room as your hiding spot this time?" I asked.

"I feel like you already know the answer to that," he said, his tone from before coming back as he spoke.

His flirting wasn't exactly subtle, so I got the hint rather quickly.

"Ugh. Once a pervert, always a pervert," I said.

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Author's Note: And that's all for now. I hope you guys enjoyed it.

See you in the next post. -Morgan

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Guys if one of you Requested something and i didnt replay in more than 2weeks it means that the stuff u wrote to me was either writtien with words i do not understood or it was sus??? (Mostly first one tho)😭😭😭 I love yall for every request but English not my first langage idk some stuff Not very clear (so if u ordered anything and didnt get response, try just sending it again with more clear idea of what u want)

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sidemenxyn · 6 months

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Pub crawl, (chips video)

Tw: alcohol use, language, drunk people, throwing up and I believe that’s it!

Ik when you read this it will be different to the one video I based it on, but it will have the same concept.

Harry (w2s) Lewis x Y/n (w3s) Willows, (afab reader)

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“Welcome to another pub crawl! Today we have teams of two!” The camera panned to you and the others as Chip finished speaking. You smiled brightly as you saw the camera turned your way. Chip continued “the teams are, Reev and George!” “Me and ArthurTv!” “Chris and Theo, and then Bonnie and Clyde! Aka Y/n and Harry!” You all laughed loudly at the small joke.

You looked at Harry to see him pulling you in for a small hug as Chip was giving out costumes. Then he and the camera man stopped in front of you and Harry and joked “we all know Harry has done some illegal substances” you all laughed as you watched Chip hand Harry a prisoner costume “so I believe it’s time you should pay the price and be a felon and your lovely missus will be the prison warden!” The group all laughed as you were handed the police costume. You giggled at the costumes. Chip and Arthur were golfers, George and Reev were ketchup and mustard, Chris and Theo are the chicken and the egg then you and Harry were a prisoner and policewoman.

So the game has began, the group had showed up at the first pub. You all sat outside the pub, waiting for the mystery pint or shot. Chip and Arthur walked out with some glasses, you heard Harry asked “is that a Bloody Mary?!” You looked over to Chip and to which he nodded. Chip presented “so first up a Bloody Mary each! No challenges on the first hole but there are more to come.” You watched as Chip and Arthur downed their drinks. Then Reev and George, as George almost finished his glass he tipped his head forward. And being the competitive people Harry and yourself were, you two were the first to point out “he tipped his head back, that’s one!” Chip and the rest agreed. George joked “gosh you take your drinking very seriously, wouldn’t suspect you pair were alcoholics.” You all burst out with laughter knowing you and Harry can drink well and hold it well.

It was now your turn to down the Bloody Mary, you hear Theo joke “watch now she’ll wolf that down her!” You side-eyes Theo and began to down the drink with ease. You and Harry high-fived as you place the empty drink down on the table. You looked at Harry and encouraged “right, your turn now, you can do it Haz.” You all watch him as he too down his drink with ease. You all clapped and Chris laughed “the alcoholic couple everyone.” To which you jokingly bowed to.

You all grabbed your things and moved onto the next pub. As you were you walked with Reev and Harry as you three were in a conversation.

Now as you arrived at the next stop, Chip got the groups attention “right! Second hole so that means there is a challenge! And that is your partner has to pour your drink while you drink it, so basically you can’t hold the glass your partner does.” Chris said “oh I got him to pour my drink?!” As he points at Theo, Theo gives a shocked facial expression as he defends “I’ll be good I swear.” You laughed at the pair.

The drink were out and you and Harry decided to go first. Harry told you “give me your hand, if you need me to stop squeeze my hand, ok?” You nodded as your fingers intertwined with his. You downed the drink while Harry kept tilting the pint glass up. Once you were done Harry gave you a hug as you didn’t back down once. Is that a coincidence? Not really.

It was now Chip and Arthur’s go, Chip held Arthur’s glass as he began to drink. As Arthur was drinking, he squeezed Chip’s hand. Chip stopped which caused them a point, Arthur then moved his mouth away from the glass causing a spill which added another point to their chart.

As you were walking to your next pub, you were slightly more tipsy now. So being the funny troublemaker you are, you ran over to Harry and jumped onto his back. You all were laughing loudly, so what Harry did was sling you over his shoulder and carried you.

Once you had got to the third pub, Chip declared the second challenge “in this pub you will have to be blindfolded and your partner has to guide you with their voice!” So you were handed the blindfold. Tying it at the back of your head, you turned your head and heard Harry say “right, love, you need to go forward.” You took a few steps and then he said “ok! Now go right” you turned your body and started to feel dizzy then you tripped but felt hand grab your waist. Knowing it was Harry you thanked him as you and the boys laughed. He said “right the table is two steps in front of you.” You took those two steps and felt the table against your thigh. So felt around the table then felt a cold glass. “Is this one mine?” Harry replied “yeah, go for it!” You picked up the glass and chugged it like there was no tomorrow. Finishing the glass you felt for the table and placed the glass back down.

Taking off the blind fold, you and Harry cheered as you did it. You watched as the rest of the boys did it, then you helped Harry get another victory.

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Some time later…

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It was now getting dark and you all had made it to the last bar. You asked Chip if you could go to the toilet, just in case it would’ve deducted any points. He aloud you, so you went to the bathroom. You went into the stall and did your business. Once you got out you saw two random girls fighting right there and then. Your face grew shocked, so not trying to get involved you walked around the two fighting on the floor and went back over to the boys.

Once you sat down Theo laughed “Y/n, looks like you’ve seen a fucking ghost!” You said “well I just went the toilet and I walked out to see two girls fighting!” The boys were shocked and Chip looked at the camera “that’s what you get in British pubs!” You said “they were going for it too!” As you said that you saw them getting kicked out “over there!” “That’s them?” “Yeah.” You all had calmed down now as you rested your head against Harry’s shoulder.

Chip said “right, the last one! No challenges just down the ping and we’ll see who wins!” You looked at your Guinness, looking back up you watched as George finished his drink off. Then it was Harry’s turn and as expected, he downed it in one. Then you did the same, Arthur downed his in two and the it was Chip’s turn. He did it in two as well, but as you were talking to Chris you heard “Shit” you looked over to see Chip has thrown his Guinness back up and into his cup. You automatically handed Harry’s and your cups to him so he wouldn’t be sick on the pub’s table. He paused and then threw up into the two glasses. Theo spoke “Josh! Josh drink some water!” You went over to the counter and asked “could I get two bottles of water please.” You handed the money as the placed the bottles on the counter.

Walking over, you handed Chip the bottles of water and said “drink them I have some paracetamol in my bag if you want any?” He nodded. You watched as Harry handed you the paracetamol and then you grabbed two of the tablets and handed them to him.

After the video was down, you all called it a day and headed home.

You were now cuddling with Harry on your sheared bed, playing with his hair he smiled as he slowly drifted off. You then too started to fall asleep. At least you knew that you and the boys enjoyed themselves and Chip has a great video to put out.

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semenstainsthemountaintop · 1 year

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Harry Warden❤️ x reader

Notes before we get into it (please read) - this is my first slasher fic it will not be that good please be aware - AFAB reader but if you request I will do other genders - SFW

It was the day before Valentine's day in the small Canadian town of Valentine Bluffs. (Y/n) had lived in this town her entire life. She loved the town, especially Valentine's day, even though she had no one to share it with. But she never let that get her down.

She waved goodbye to Ms Mabel after a long day of decorating for Valentine's day. She slipped her arms through the sleeves of the wool coat and began to walk home. She was told not to walk alone at night, and although she saw the logic in it, she didn't have a car, and her small handful of friends were drinking at the pub.

She walked through the streets, the brisk air nipping at her skin. She lived in an average sized home with her mom and dad. She walked through the nearly empty town, most folks had gone to the bar to either be with their special one or to drink away the sorrows of being single. But she couldn't brush off the feeling of being watched.

She soon found herself on her doorstep and she took out her key. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, proceeding to take her jacket off and hanging it on the coat rack. She stretched her arms and the smell of her mother's cooking filled the air. She walked into the kitchen and found a pan and a small note on the counter. It was her mom, they were away until tomorrow evening for her cousin's wedding, and her mom left her food.

She quickly ate then ran upstairs to her bedroom. She did her nightly ritual and tucked herself into bed, then slowly drifting to sleep.

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(Y/n) was walking through town, until she stopped to see the sheriff in Ms Mabel's laundry mat. She slowly walked towards it, trying to make out the quiet conversation going on between the two people inside.

Suddenly the sheriff opened the door and exited the building, but before he could walk back to the station the girl called out, "Sheriff? What's happening in there? With Ms Mabel?"

"Nothing for you to worry about. She had a heart attack. Now, get where you're going," the sheriff said. She was upset about Mabel's death, and she had a feeling it wasn't just some simple heart attack.

She did as he said and walked past him. Unfortunately where she was going was to Ms Mabel's, but she had heard everyone was at a Valentine's party, so she decided to go.

She opened the door and the smell of alcohol was strong. (Y/n) never understood the appeal, but her friends liked it so she went sometimes. When she walked in she immediately saw her friends.

Sarah, Patty, T.J., and others from the group. She walked over to them and tapped on Sarah's shoulder. Sarah looked over her shoulder and smiled. "(Y/n)? What are you doing here? You never come to the pub?"

"I'm not busy today so I thought I would stop by," (Y/n) said as she grabbed a chair and pulled it out. She took her coat off and sat down. The rest of the group noticed and said hello, then they all went back to what they were doing before.

Sarah and Patty started asking (Y/n) about Valentine's day - if she had a date, what she was wearing, if she'll ever get a boyfriend - but they were interrupted by one of the boys suggesting she get something to drink. She refused at first but everyone asked her, so she finally agreed. She ended up taking a beer like everyone else.

She didn't like the taste, but she could drink it. Then someone started talking about the legendary killer in town, Harry Warden. They say he was trapped in the mines after an explosion and had to eat the others to survive. Whenever they celebrate Valentine's day, he goes on a killing spree.

"What a gruesome story, but there's no way he came back, right?" (Y/n) asked. She laughed nervously and took a sip of beer. The guys agreed and went back to drinking, but something in the back of her mind told her it was true.

But she pushed those thought out of her mind and tried to enjoy the party. After a few hours of drinking, people were starting to go their own way. And some genius suggested a few friends go into the mines. (Y/n) agreed although knowing she shouldn't have, and they left the party building to head to the mines.

"Here we start the tour, everyone stay together." (Y/n) nodded and walked with the group, turning her head left and right to look at everything the mines had to offer.

"Guys, we'll be right back. Meet you in about ten minutes," Mike said. Harriet had a hold on his arm and they walked into a room, not expecting what was waiting for them.

(Y/n) had an uneasy feeling but ignored it and let them leave. She continued with the group, but she felt as if she were being watched. It was a much more intense feeling than the one she had earlier, and she swore she could see a silhouette in the small nooks of the mines.

Until suddenly, she couldn't take it anymore. She turned to where she had seen the shadow and said to the group, "Guys, I'll be right back, I have to check something out."

The others nodded, a little confused, and they kept walking. And so our brave (Y/n) set out to find out what was making those shadows. She walked in dead silence for a few minutes, never letting her guard down. She stopped suddenly, turning around. But she was too late.

Harry Warden had wrapped his free arm around her, his brute strength keeping her there. She closed her eyes as tears welling up in her eyes began to burn, afraid this may be her final moments. But as she waited for the blow, nothing happened. She opened her eyes, hearing the clunk sound from the pick axe falling to the floor. She looked up at the legendary killer, noticing his heavy breathing as he released her.

She fell to the ground on her knees and looked up at him. What she hadn't expected was him extending a hand to help her up. She hesitantly took it and stood up. Her white dress was covered in soot, even some blood. But as she stood up with the help of Harry, she started to realize who was helping her. A murderer, but he didn't kill her. This confused her, until he pulled out a heart shaped box.

He handed it to her and she nervously took it. But when she opened it, it was actual chocolate. And a note.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I think I may

Really love you

What a... weird thing to get from a serial killer. He put a hand on her arm and pulled his mask up just a tad, only exposing his lips. She couldn't help but stare at them. Well, she did have a thing for cheesy romantic cards.

'I guess...' she thought, 'maybe I should give him a chance. Even though he is a murderer.'

1,218 words - thank you to anyone who read this I know it's not great

#harry warden x reader #harry warden #slasher x reader #slashers #x reader #fem reader #x you #female reader #step on me #please #i am simping for him #for all the harry warden simps out there #afab reader

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yourlocalcryingcryptid · 1 year

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Slasher Showdown

An early gift for my festive fuckers ❤🖤

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6lostgirl6 · 9 months

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My Bloody Valentine Masterlist

Info: In my works, Tom Hanniger and Harry Warden are treated as seperate personalities as demonstrated in the movie.

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Slashers when you succumb to Stockholm syndrome part three

So part one and two are really popular so I thought I would make a third part with more characters. These are kind of shorter because there's more characters but I still hope y'all like them.

Includes: Bubba Sawyer, Harry Warden, Asa Emory/The Collector, Lester Sinclair, and Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Warnings: Kidnapped reader, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation kind of, possessive language, Asa compares reader to a butterfly, petnames used

Bubba Sawyer

It's time for breakfast and Bubba gets up out of bed. He looks down at you with a smile. You've been staying with the Sawyers for almost a month and you've given up on fighting and screaming and trying to run away a week ago. But today when you stretch and wake up you look at Bubba with a smile.

"Good morning Bubba. I hope you slept well," You tell him. Bubba smiles and goes back over to his bed. You sit up and he pulls you into a hug, and you hug him back much to his delight, "I'm hoping there's something I can do to help out today, I haven't been pulling my weight around here very much."

Bubba doesn't understand your change but he's so happy you love him that he's able to look past it. He presses a kiss to your forehead and goes back to getting ready for the day. Your smile stays wide on your face as you get ready with him. He's also happy that you're comfortable changing in front of him.

"I'm really grateful that you've been taking care of me like this. I honestly needed this for awhile. I love you Bubba, I really do." Your smile stays genuine and you hug him again. He hugs you back with a delighted squeal.

When you're both done Bubba takes your hand in his and walks with you downstairs. He can't wait to tell his brothers that you're officially in love with him.

Harry Warden

Harry was stalking you for weeks before he finally professed his love for you on Valentines day. When you rejected him and tried to run away he had no choice but to take you back to his house and keep you there where you'll be safe with him.

It's been a few weeks since then and Harry's coming back home early in the morning. He gets in the house and goes into the room he keeps you in. He finds you sleeping on the mattress he gave you. He walks over and lays down next to you. You sleepily turn over and wrap your arms around him with a sigh.

Harry is caught off guard but he soon returns your affection. You run your hands over the material of his coveralls and rest your head against his chest.

"You know I was so scared of you before. But I know that you never meant to hurt me. You just love me, and I love you too." You tell him. Harry is overjoyed to hear this news. He holds you tighter against him and runs a hand over your hair. He has a suspicion that you're experiencing Stockholm syndrome, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is that you finally love him back.

He starts to think about the life the two of you can live together now that you're in love with him. It doesn't matter if it's manipulated or not, you're his and that's all that he wants from you.

Asa Emory/The Collector

It's eight pm and it's time for Asa to check in on you again. He's been keeping you at the hotel for a month at this point. You stopped trying to escape and scream for help your first week here. Asa also gave you a journal to write in. Of course he checks it every day. Today the check in started normally.

Asa unlocks and opens your door. He steps in and finds you sitting on your bed like he's told you to do when he comes to check on you. He spends a few minutes looking around the room and gives you a pat on the shoulder when he sees that you've kept it clean and haven't tried to hide anything from him.

He picks up your journal and flips to today's page, where he finds you outright admitting your love for him. He saw the beginning of your Stockholm syndrome developing in your journal entries and actions a week ago but now he sees that you're fully in it now. He slightly smiles as he reads your entry and shuts your journal. He sets it back on your dresser and walks over to you. He looks down at you and caresses your cheek with a gloved hand.

"I hope you know I'm keeping you here because you're like a beautiful, rare creature. You're my prized possession, the rarest butterfly in my collection. I'm happy to see you've accepted your place here with me." You smile up and him.

"I'm happy you think I'm so worthy of being yours." Asa lets out a soft chuckle and pats your head. This is going to be a very fun experiment for him.

Lester Sinclair

Today is the first day that you've had free roam of the house while Lester was out. He has his ways of making sure you stay at the house. He's been out all day but he's periodically had Vincent check in on you. When he got back home and smelled something cooking concern grew in his body. He made his way to the kitchen and found you peacefully cooking.

It hits him that you've reached Stockholm syndrome after he puts together your recent affectionate behavior and now you're cooking like nothing is wrong. He can't deny the guilt he feels in his gut. You look over at him and smile. You set down your wooden spoon and walk over to him, giving him a hug.

"Welcome home Lester. I hope you're hungry. I'm making dinner tonight." You walk back over to your bowl and look down at an old cook book you found. Lester can't help but smile at your affection. That part of him that feels guilty starts to shrink as he watches you happily cook.

"Well I'm glad you're happy here peaches," He says with a smile of his own "If you keep acting like this I won't have to keep you locked up all the time ya know?" He walks over to you and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and looking over your shoulder.

"Really? I'd love that Lester. I feel like I need to start pulling my weight around here. Since you've been taking care of me for so long." He nods and presses a kiss on your cheek.

"Of course peaches, of course."

Danny Johnson/ Ghostface

After stalking you for weeks Danny finally took you to his cabin. He had to spend the first few days watching you and proving to you that there's no escaping him, no matter what you do. After a few weeks of living with him you started to exhibit signs of Stockholm syndrome. He recognized this and kept track of it.

It's early morning when he gets back to the cabin. He walks into your room and watches you tossing and turning in your sleep. A few moments later you sit up in bed panicking. Tears fall down your cheeks and you rush over to hug him. He hesitates briefly before he hugs you back.

"I was having an awful nightmare and I couldn't wake up! I was so scared I felt like I was going to die!" You sob to him. He can't help but smile to himself as you hold him for comfort.

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm here now, don't worry Y/N I'm here for you now," He runs a hand over your hair and looks down at you through the mask, "I'd never let anything bad happen to you doll. I promise." You sniffle and look up at him while you're still holding onto him.

"You promise? Do you love me as much as I love you?" You ask him. Danny smiles and nods his head. He knows you're not really in love with him. That this is just Stockholm syndrome. But why should he care? You don't know the difference at this point.

"Of course doll. I love you too."

#bubba sawyer x y/n #bubba saywer x reader #harry warden x reader #asa emory x reader #lester sinclair x y/n #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x you #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher fanfiction

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The Elder Sister

Request: can I please request a Maggie (charmed) x sibling reader who goes to Tartarus instead of her and she’s really protective of the reader?

A/N: Well, requester, your wish is my command! (I'm trying to get through my requests, so sincere apologies that this is coming out so so late, but I'm trying) Also, she's the eldest sister of the charmed, like she's not part of the charmed trio but shes the first-born.

Warnings: fem!POV (Because I just learned that that needs to be in a trigger warning), Tartarus/hell, witches, yup thats about it.

The deal was done. The price set. One Harbinger in exchange for Harry. A fair price, an impossible price, yet one they were willing to pay. With the innocent-looking paint can in hand the Charmed ones and their eldest sister made their way to Dante’s workshop, their sights trained on a singular goal, the release of Harry Greenwood.

Dante’s workshop was unassuming in nature. A rather large lock store with an intimidating owner who had a rather macabre sense of humor. The warden of Tartarus was a fair demon, his loyalties were to Tartarus, which made him rather unbiased, an admirable trait for a demon. Yet, he hated being tricked. And the infamous Charmed ones had tricked him. A decision they’d soon regret.

Dante stood before the four witches, menacingly opening the gate of Tartarus, before grabbing Maggie. As he was about to throw the witch in, she stopped him using her whip, the metallic coils wrapping around his arm, immobilizing him, “Warden,” she said, her voice echoing through the small space as she approached the aggravated demon.

“You will not imprison this witch within Tartarus.”

“And who’ll stop me? You pay when you cheat Dante.”

“If it is payment you need, I will pay the price, I will go in her place,” she said as she entered Tartarus before anyone could stop her.

"No!" Maggie's cry echoed as the gates swiftly closed.

In a snap Dante broke free from his bonds, chasing the three witches away with the final words, “The Harbinger for her.”

Tartarus was hell, in all senses of the world, with its fire-y pit and the dragon guarding the cells, it’s hissed words taunting her, drawing forth insecurities that remained well-buried for decades.

"The eldest, the forgotten, the misfit, the worthless one," the dragon intoned, yet the most piercing was the epithet, "Uncharmed." A creature deemed worthless, forever neglected.

She was a mere burden to her sisters; she was of no use to the all-powerful ‘charmed’ ones. Her depressing thoughts echoed within her being as her body was wracked with pain from the scorpion’s stings.

Her world slowly grew darker as she sook respite from the pain, yet even her dreams were filled with poison. She sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening, wishing her sisters would rescue her as she drifted into a fitful sleep.

Maggie’s hands shook as she handed the unassuming paint can to Dante. His ring crackled against the rim as he chuckled, “This is the Harbinger all right!”

As he moved to claim the paint-can, Maggie pulled it away, “First, you have something that is ours. Harry and our sister. Return them and the Harbinger is yours.”

“Fine,” Dante grunted as he unlocked the gates, “But I can’t guarantee they’ll be in…. mint condition though.”

She stumbled through the gate with Harry leaning heavily against her.

She felt like she could finally breathe as fresh air filled her lungs. Looking at her sisters’ tears welled in her eyes as she took a staggering step towards them. Maggie rushed forward first, hugging her sister. Her voice cracked with emotion as she mumbled, “Never do that again.”

Their sweet reunion was short-lived as a voice spoke aloud, “Oh what a sweet reunion!”

Their heads swiftly turned towards the entrance as they saw Alastair Cain. “Good evening, everyone. You have something that belongs to me.”

The workshop crackled with magic as Alastair unleashed fire with a mere flick of his wrist. She watched her sisters, huddled together, cowering, panicking, wondering what to do. Protectiveness flared within her as she slowly crawled from behind the cabinet, screaming, “Captus aqua. Captus terra. Captus aere. Captus ignis,” as a shield slowly formed around the fire-y demon.

“You think a measly shield will hold me, witch?” He spat in disgust as his flames grew more powerful with his anger. He unleashed more fire at the shield, till it formed tiny cracks.

She felt the strain on her magic as the demon ripped her shield down, layer-by-layer till she could feel him slowly break to the surface.

Turning to her sisters she tearfully said, “GO! Get out of here! I can’t hold him for much longer.”

“No! We’re not leaving you again,” Maggie said, desperation in her eyes.

“I’ll always be with you, Mags. All of you. Now go,” she said as she turned to the demon once more as he tore apart her magic with his flames. Her sisters dragged Harry out of the workshop quickly as she stared the demon down. She could almost feel the sweltering heat as he burned through the shield till there was nothing left.

She stumbled back from the force of his attack as he stepped towards her, his shoes echoing against the floor, “This. Is for your insolence,” he said, conjuring a ball of fire within his palm as he menacingly raised his hand. She closed her eyes, willing everything to end quickly as the thought crossed her mind, ‘At least my sisters are safe.’

She heard a scream in the distance as a violet light flashed behind her eyelids. She opened her eyes to see her sisters standing protectively before her as they conjured a shield with their collective powers, pushing against Alastair’s flames till he discorporated, escaping the Charmed ones.

They swiftly turned towards their eldest sister, huddling around her as she slumped against them, finally within the embrace of safety as she heard Mel whisper, “Thank you for protecting us.”

“Always,” echoed Macy and Maggie. She smiled slowly as her vision slowly darkened, the exhaustion and exertion of her powers caught up to her.

She awoke with a start, expecting to see the large green-eyed dragon yet she was pleasantly greeted with the familiar walls of her room. Her soft mattress sunk under her weight as she laid down once again, nuzzling into the sheets as her body relaxed.

“You’re up!” she heard a chirpy voice say from the door. She opened her eyes, seeing Maggie, her youngest sister, her favorite.

“Mags,” she whispered.

“I got you some hot chocolate. It’s in your favorite mug too!” she said excitedly as she approached the bed, carefully placing the cup of thick hot-chocolate on her bedside table. She sat on the bed, talking a moment to look at her sister before she broke the silence, “Never do anything like that ever again,” she said with a lump in her throat as tears welled into her eyes, “I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you.”

She looked at her younger sister with affection as she slowly pulled her into a hug, softly reassuring her sister that she wouldn’t be parted from her, “Mags no one’s taking me away, not if I can help it. They’ll have to claw me out of your grasp before that ever happens,” she cuddled her sister closer as the two laid on her bed, reminiscing on their shenanigans while sipping hot chocolate. After a while Mel and Macy joined too, forming a small circle as they traded stories with each other, some exaggerated, some not and in that moment, wrapped in her comfortable blanket and enveloped in the comforting presence of her sisters she finally thought, ‘This is where I belong. This is home.’

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#charmed 2018 #charmedmagic #maggie vera & reader #Maggie Vera x reader #Maggie Vera #charmed reboot #mel vera #macy vaughn #tw. tartarus #witch!reader #elder sister!reader

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Hiya, I’ve gotten a few questions across different platforms about commissions so I’ve decided to bite the bullet and do it!

Obviously, I’ll still be writing fanfic but this way you can get something specifically catered to what you’re into!

You’re totally welcome to use any of my pre-existing fics to give me an idea of what you’re looking for (tone, vibe, kinks, sequel, etc)

Important things to note:

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Rules:

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I will not write anything nsfw involving an under aged character. I will not write scat or anything referencing necrophilia and extreme gore. Characters getting hurt or canon typical violence is absolutely fine, I just won't write horror/gore in a horny sense. I will not write incest, if the reader insert is involved with brothers or something, I’m 100% fine with that I just refuse to write family member x family member.

No real people please! I will not write real people!

That being said, if your fic is a little on the darker end and might squick any of my readers, or if I’m not comfortable posting it to my page, I’ll post it anonymously or email you a pdf.

Overall, if I am uncomfortable with something I’ll let you know but there’s not much that squicks me out besides what I’ve listed.

If you’d prefer the reader insert be named, I can do that but I will not write your pre-existing OC. I'd rather use a named default character or a character that you and I design together. You’re welcome to chat with me about characterization of the reader insert or third person insert though! I’d love to brainstorm with you!

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More stuff:

I enjoy writing second person x readers without using the “y/n” device. Of course, I can write third or first and integrate any reader insert devices that you’d like.

Character x Character or second person x reader format stories are things I’m good at!

x female reader is always my default but any gender of reader is fine with me! Any pronouns you prefer are fine! I can write f/f or m/m as well.

I write mostly smut!, your commission does not need to be rated E, but I quite like writing rated E type o things haha.

Monsterfuckery is something I LOVE and i’d love to write.

You will not be charged anything extra for poly or reverse harem ships! But if keep in mind, I can only fit so much into certain word counts! I’ll let you know if I think your idea is unfeasible under a certain word count!

Fandoms/Characters that I know well and I’d love to write for:

Horror/Slasher films: (Love! The Sinclair brothers, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Harry Warden, Leslie Vernon, Bubba Sawyer, Thonas Hewitt and Billy/Stu from Scream.) Don’t let this list deter you! Im pretty much down for all forms of slasher fuckery, these ones are just my favorites lol!

Dead by Daylight

Fallout

The Boys

Mass Effect

Dragon Age

Skyrim

Tons of other junk.

Original works/generic (insert trope) settings

I’m open to writing anything else, just ask me if I know the fandom/characters and I’ll let you know! Crossovers? Hell yea. I’m always down for silly shenanigans.

If it’s something I haven’t seen/read/played I’m totally down to consume the thing for a fee depending on how much I have to watch/play/read and how easily accessible it is lol!

Pricing:

Base price: 1,000 words ($15)

Any increase of 1k will be an additional $5 until 8k words.

After 8k words, price will be $10 per additional thousand words. For example, a 10k fic will be $70.

As of now, the cut off for what I'm willing to write is 40k words!

When can you expect your fic?

A 1k fic will take me about a week but at the most it could take me about 2 weeks. Anything after 5k to 10k please give me up to a month to get your fic done!

If you for whatever reason need a fic done ASAP or by a certain date, you can put in a rush order, meaning I'll ask for an additional 10% on each thousand words that you're asking for!

I'll post all commissioned fic on my ao3, it will be gifted to your username if you have one! If i'm uncomfortable posting it, it will be posted anonymously or emailed to you as a PDF. Its totes okay if you want to keep your commission to yourself! I won't post it if you don't want me to!

If I'm very busy, I'll let you know and let you know when you can expect your fic before we even start talking about premise!

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“PRISONER MURDERS KEEPER, ENDS LIFE,” Baltimore Sun. November 27, 1932. Page 1 & 8. ---- Shoots Guard And Self With Gun Slipped To Him By Wife In Embrace ---- PRIEST IS WOUNDED ---- 400 Policemen Surround Brooklyn (N. Y.) Building As Firing Trips Off Riot Alarm ---- [By the Associated Press] New York, Nov. 26 - Using a pistol believed to have been smuggled in to him by his comely young wife, a confessed bank robber killed the head keeper of Brooklyn City Prison, wounded a priest and then killed himself before his wife's eyes tonight when he found escape impossible.

The shooting tripped off a riot alarm which brought 400 policemen, armed with tear gas and submachine guns, screaming to the prison in radio cars. Searchlight batteries swept into action on the prison walls, but other inmates, unaware of the disturbance, remained quiet.

Mrs. Lucille McCormick, blonde stenographer, wife of Andrew (Red) McCormick, 28, was believed to have precipitated the shooting. Authorities said she admitted slipping a pistol to her husband while kissing him good- by in the visitors' reception room.

Gives Husband Gun She had pleaded successfully with Warden Harry L. Honeck for special permission to see her husband. Her time up, she held him to her in a long embrace and when he turned his hand held a revolver.

"Give me the keys and give them to me quick," he commanded, pointing the weapon at Herbert Nolan, the guard standing outside the door. Nolan protested he didn't have them.

Head Keeper William McConnell emerged from his office near by, at- tracted by the disturbance. Seeing McCormick armed he reached for his own pistol, but was felled by a bullet near the heart, dying immediately.

Rushes To Cell Blocks McCormick, followed by his screaming wife, rushed back toward the cell blocks, apparently with the intention of liberating his younger brother. Michael, who was to have been sentenced with him Monday on bank-robbery charges.

Finding the way barred, he turned back toward the front, while Nolan took up a position behind a post and kept up a stream of bullets, none of which took effect.

Warden Honeck arrived at this juncture, followed by his son, the Rev. Harry L. Honeck, Jr., and both came under McCormick's fire. One bullet struck the warden's shoe, glanced off and hit his son in the knee.

Priest Wounded Father Honeck, a priest attached to the Roman Catholic Diocese of Savannah, Ga., who had been visiting his father over Thanksgiving, was not seriously wounded.

McCormick, finding escape cut off, disappeared around the corner and shot himself through the temple, falling dead at his wife's feet.

Meanwhile, two policemen assigned to special guard duty outside the prison, which is known as the Raymond street jail, as a result of recent rumors of a jail-delivery plot, had sounded an alarm.

The delivery reports arose when Irving Bitz, who figured in the Lindbergh case as an underworld negotiator, was arrested the other day in a house across the street.

McCormick's wife was held for questioning by District Attorney William F. X. Geoghan, who said she admitted smuggling the revolver.

#brooklyn house of detention #brooklyn #attempted escape #shot to death #assaulting a prison guard #fatal shooting #jailbreak #jailbreaker #bank robber #remand prisoner #the great depression #history of crime and punishment

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