First: I just want to say that I think you're awesome and wonderful, and this Halloween/horror themed event is SO COOL. 🖤 Such a brilliant idea.
Second:
💀 Spooky Scary Skeletons - David Robey going apple picking 🥺
🕸️ Caught - You were in Liam Black's taxi when a zombie outbreak hit. Could take place in the beginning or a few weeks/months after and you're still together (😏). Dealer's choice, I just want to put that man in a Situation. 😌
📼 Scary Movie - 😁💕
💀 Spooky Scary Skeletons - Send in a character with a prompt/theme and I will make you a moodboard!
🕸️ Caught! - Send in a character with a prompt/theme and I will write a drabble for you! (Less than 500 words)
📼 Scary Movie - I'll tell you what horror/Halloween/fall movie I'd watch with you!
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Thank you, Tara 😭🥹💕💕 I think you're just amazing as well!!
Ok, I've actually never been apple picking and now I want to go!! I won't lie, I was listening to a lot of Lana Del Rey while making this, specifically "Chemtrails Over the Country Club" and "Say Yes to Heaven". I wanted this dreamy romantic vibe especially since David might be so reluctant to be affectionate 🥹🥰
For a movie, I am nervous because I feel like you're such a horror connoisseur 😂 I want something I know we both can deep dive and analyze because I know we both would.
OF COURSE we'd watch Luther and I want to rewatch the Menu with you because I know we can swap details throughout the film 🥰💕
The movie I'd watch with you is-!
A psychological horror that I feel you appreciate/would appreciate! This movie scared me the first time I saw it, it was so creepy and eerie, I thought about it for a few days! Again, I can see us both offering our own commentary on the film and theories!
Now for the last bit!
Zombie Outbreak with Liam Black
Tags: mentions of gore, stalking, allusions to p in v, f!reader
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Steam from the heat of your bodies fills the car. You rest on top of Liam in the backseat of his vehicle, his hand on the small of your back holding you to him while the two of you catch your breath. The flimsy throw blanket covering you two.
The world went to shit so fast and when it did you were in the backseat of Liam’s taxi.
It’s been about a month now and it was only a matter of time before you discovered the truth about Liam; about how he had been following you in the days leading up to the outbreak. He watched you, managed to steal from your purse when you weren’t looking, and found out intimate details of your life. You learned he was using these to get close to you and yet, in the midst of your anger, frustration, and hurt after finding out, you still slept with him.
In the backseat of his taxi.
Not like you had anything better to do.
“They’re coming again,” Liam says with a sigh.
The growls and gurgles of the undead shambling in your direction can be heard in the distance.
Clumsily, you two maneuver in the backseat to redress and then climb into the front seats. Liam starts the car and drives off to get you two away from the horde of trudging corpses. You look behind you and through the rear windshield; a few strays can be seen, some without arms, others with internals spilling from their bodies, and some that are…just unrecognizable.
You and Liam make it to the countryside where you locate a few abandoned vehicles. The two of you make quick work of siphoning the fuel from them.
You lean up against his car as he fills it up with the fuel gathered. “So what was the goal?”
“What?” he asks.
“Were you going to sleep with me and then dip?”
He sighs. He understands that you’re upset with what he’s done and doesn’t expect you to forgive him. He isn’t sure if he forgives himself. “No, it wasn’t like that,” he explains. “I just…I knew you wouldn’t have liked me if…you knew who I was.”
“And who were you? Hm??” You give him a pointed glare.
“Nobody,” he replies softly.
Silence hangs in the air for a moment before Liam packs up the supplies for the fuel. “That should last us awhile,” he says.
The two of you get back into the car and resume driving.
“I wish you had given me a chance,” you say as you turn to Liam. “To know you, the real you, not the person you pretended to be.”
“Let’s be honest, you wouldn’t have given me that chance,” he replies.
“You don’t know that,” you quip. “Stop being afraid. Not like we have anything better to do so you might as well drop the act.”
There’s the hint of a smile on his face.
“….you don’t actually like Turkish Delight do you?” you ask, referring to one of the things he learned about you.
Liam sighs. “Does anyone?”
You chuckle. “Not many people do, I suppose.”
“You may very well be the only person left alive that enjoys it,” he chuckles. “More for you.”
You laugh.
The two of you continue the drive getting to know each other; no lies and no more subterfuge. Only the truth.
I hope you liked it!!
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I made some Andy Serkis blorbo themed autumn/horror moodboards for spooky season. 🎃🍁🔪🩸🧡 Enjoy!
Kino Loy, Andor (2022)
David Robey, Luther: The Fallen Sun (2023)
Alfred Pennyworth, The Batman (2022)
Liam Black, The Accused (2010)
Capricorn, Inkheart (2008)
Mr. Alley, The Prestige (2006)
Dr. Adrian King, Death of a Superhero (2011)
George Clements, SAS: Red Notice (2021)
David, The Cottage (2008)
Colleoni, Brighton Rock (2010)
PART 2
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liam! it's your birthday! I'm so so so grateful for our friendship and I absolutely adore you! hope this little bit of fluff makes you smile! ilysm! @withacapitalp
Steve wakes up on the morning of his 20th birthday to find a warm beam of sunlight creeping in between the shades, rose gold and transparent against his skin. It slices him on a diagonal and smolders from the left side of his bare stomach to the right side of his forehead. He’s always loved the heat, and he can’t help but think that perhaps the sun was doing its best to signal the beginning of a good year— a Vecna-free year, a funeral-free year, an apocalypse-free year. Of course, he’s made this same wish on the morning of his last two birthdays too, but he staves off the pessimism in favor of hope. It’s a dangerous thing, hope, but Steve’s made a few dangerous decisions of late, so what’s one more?
The covers shift between his legs as he rolls to the side and untangles himself from the rogue sheet wrapped around his ankle. Dangerous, he thinks, as he drags himself into the bathroom and through his morning routine. Telling his friends he’s not as straight as they’d all thought might not have been dangerous in and of itself, but telling Eddie? Well, that feels dangerous. It feels like tiptoeing too close to a landmine, like packing up his heart into a convenient knapsack and walking out onto a tightrope. It feels like almost telling his crush he likes him, probably because he almost has no less than a dozen times.
Lather forms as he massages shampoo into his scalp in small circles before rinsing and going back in with conditioner— twice, like always, as he thinks about the party tonight. Since it’s been out there, since Steve learned Eddie likes men and Eddie learned Steve likes men, Steve’s nearly blurted it out high, drunk, and sober alike and that is definitely dangerous. Well, okay, maybe risky is a better word, but it’s all semantics anyways.
When they took the kids to the arcade the other day, he’d almost blurted it out at the skee-ball lane after watching Eddie help Max sink it right into the 50. When they sat around his pool the week before that, passing a joint back and forth as the stars twinkled above them, Steve’s brain had almost been cloudy enough to reach out and close the distance– to play with the curls that dipped into the crook of Eddie’s collarbone, or God, to hold his hand. When they sat around nearly a month ago, watching some terrible slasher movie Eddie chose called Return to Horror High, Steve’s dad’s whiskey was almost strong enough to let him invade Eddie’s personal space. Almost, again.
So many almost’s, and not nearly enough finally’s, he thinks to himself as he dries off, gets dressed, and trudges into the kitchen.
Maybe tonight could be a finally.
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