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#yes my comfort movie is the conjuring 3
fceriestcrdst · 11 months
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we're not going to discuss how i've been thinking abt these two (ed & Lorraine) for the last few weeks. n o p e---we're gonna just--ignore--the fact----that i feel them going [poke poke poke poke] at me rn--
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iluvm4ttsturni0l0 · 19 days
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Who do I choose? part 9
A Matt Sturniolo fanfic ✮⋆˙
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A/N: Heyy guys I hope everyone’s doing great and I hope everyone is having a great day so far love you all. -Love Evangeline <3
Summary: I’ve been with my boyfriend for over a year, but what happens when Matt, my celebrity crush, visits my home town and we run into each other. What will I do? Who do I choose?
Warnings: Crying, degrading, cheating, swearing, emotional abuse, mentions of not eating (not in a ed way)
Matt’s pov
Y/n has been on my mind constantly. After our date last night, I knew she was the one. She is the girl that I’m gonna fall in love with.
She’s beautiful, she’s smart, she’s funny. She has a beautiful smile. She loves her family. She has siblings and loves them just as much as I love mine. We have so much in common. And I am in love with everything about her.
Our date went amazing. We were out talking for atleast 3 hours.
So of course, as soon as I got home last night I was bombarded with questions from Nick and Chris.
Flashback
I come home after dropping off y/n. I walk through the door with the widest grin on my face as I shut the door and lean my back against it. Reminiscing on her beauty.
After a couple moments I walk up the stairs and I’m met with Nick and Chris sitting on the couch in the living room watching a movie.
And I’m immediately bombarded with questions.
“So how’d it go?” Chris says as he lays lazily on the couch comfortably. “It went great. She was sweet and beautiful, she loves her family, she’s smart, we have a lot in common-” I say rambling on about her.
“You’re smiling like you’re in love with her already or something” Nick says laughing obviously joking. But I reply “I think I am” with a dopey smile on my face.
“Okay…slow down bud this was only y’all’s first date, don’t drive her away” Chris says laughing at my words. But I don’t even pay attention to them as I think about how beautiful she looked with the lights in the restaurant reflecting on her beautiful hair and eyes.
“Matt!” Nick nearly yells snapping me out of my daze. I look up at him and raise my eyebrows motioning for him to continue “So tell me about her, I want to know everything” he says sitting up slightly adjusting his posture to be more aware.
I nod my head before continuing to ramble on and on about her, seemingly not being able to stop. I talk about her interests, her family, her beauty, and everything in between.
I’m pretty sure I rambled on for atleast 45 minutes before Chris and Nick finally stop me and say that they’re going to bed.
As they walk away going to their bedrooms, I walk to mine, still caught in a daze by her. Everything that she did was absolutely mesmerizing to me.
And I can’t wait until I’m able to see her again
End of flashback
And now a day later I’m still daydreaming about her. I am irrevocably hypnotized by her, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
And now I am also stuck and slightly panicked. Because now I have to conjure up a way to ask her on a second date.
Although I am like 80% positive she will say yes, it’s still nerve wrecking regardless. Because there’s a slight chance she could say no, and that thought irks me.
So of course I am now talking to Chris, asking him for advice (like he would know?). “So Chris what do I say?” I ask him for literally any help whatsoever.
“Well I think you should start off by saying that you enjoyed your first date” he says like it was obvious. I just nod my head as I wait for him to continue his words.
“Then just say how you would love to go on a second date and wait for her to agree” he says encouragingly. I nod my head again.
It’s like just the thought of her makes me nervous so of course trying to think of a way to ask her out again made me a nervous wreck, it’s like I forgot how to think when it came to her.
With any other girl I feel as though this sort of thing would come easy to me, but with her I am acting like I don’t even know my first name.
“Okay thank you Chris” I say before opening the message app on my phone and beginning to type.
Y/n
I had a great time at dinner. You are so effortlessly beautiful and kind, so I would be honored to take you out on a second date if you would let me
11:27am
Now as I set my phone down waiting for her to respond, I decide the best way to ease my mind and organize my thoughts.
To journal.
Of course I journal daily about my mental health, how I’m feeling, and what’s going on in my life. And this is something I truly need to get on paper as my mind races with too much to comprehend sometimes. So I stand up from the couch and walk towards my room. I get my journal from out of my nightstand and turn around to sit at my desk.
I grab my pen and let it flow across the page as the words effortlessly fall.
1/10/24
Yesterday, I went on my first date in a while and I had a great time. Her name was y/n y/l/n and she was truly one of the most amazing and brilliant women I have ever met. The more I talked to her as she sat across from me at dinner the more I was sure that this is the woman that I am destined to be with. We have so much in common but not too much that we’re the same person. She has every great quality that I look for in a girlfriend and more. She’s smart and determined. She carries herself with confidence and humbleness. And she’s so graceful and elegant in everything she does. She’s truly someone from my dreams. I’m so glad that I ran into her that one random night in target. And I can’t wait to see her again.She makes me so nervous I swear I forget to breathe sometimes. But I honestly think that’s a good thing. I think that’s the universes way of telling me that she is the one. That I can’t let her get away. To cease the moment. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I hope she agrees to a second date.
Y/n’s pov
After reading his text for what seems like the hundredth time, I finally type out a response.
Matt
I would love to go on a second date. Js let me know when and where.
11:35am
I send the text and turn off my phone. I get up from bed and quietly make my way to the bathroom, trying my best not to let Connor know I’m awake.
After I use the bathroom I do my skincare and brush my hair before exiting the bathroom. I know that Connor is still here, and I was taking my time in the restroom dreading the thought of seeing him.
I finally have the guts to exit my room in an attempt to go get breakfast, but unfortunately when I enter the kitchen Connor is standing by the counter eating cereal.
I walk past him without a word as I opt for a bowl of cereal as well. I open the cabinet and reach for it when I hear his voice.
“A Goodmorning would’ve been nice” he says in a condescending tone. I sigh as I close the cabinet my cereal box in hand “I’m sorry, I’m just still a little tired”.
Of course I’m not still tired I slept for nearly 10 hours, I didn’t say anything because of Connor. Knowing that he’s here. Not knowing what he’s gonna do next. It’s mentally draining me. And the last thing I want to do is talk to him.
He scoffs before returning to eating his cereal. In silence. The tension in the air is obvious and overwhelming.
I reach into another cabinet as I get myself a bowl and pour cereal into it. I grab my spoon before I hesitantly walk over to the counter next to him and set down my bowl.
I begin to bring my spoon into my mouth before I hear his voice again.
“Are you really going to eat all that?” He questions. At his words I can feel my eyes tear up slightly. “No” I say before I turn around and set my bowl of cereal next to the sink.
I can feel a tear run down my cheek before I wipe it off and begin to make my way back to my room.
“Hey I’m going back to my friends house today, I’ll be gone for a few days” he says loudly making sure that I can hear him.
“Okay” I say before turning the corner and opening my door. I sigh as I walk back over to my spot in the bed and reach for my phone again.
Honestly I’m relieved that he’s leaving, but I’ll feel even better when he’s actually gone and not still standing in my kitchen.
As I open my phone I see another text message from Matt which immediately makes my heart rate pick up and a smile form onto my face.
Matt
Of course. I’ll pick you up at 7:00 tonight and the where is a surprise ;)
11:55am
I smile at the text for a minute before I type up a response.
Y/n
Okay I’ll see you at 7 I can’t wait
11:57
The giddy feeling in my stomach doesn't seem to go away as the thought of what he has planned swirls my mind.
I mean what do I even wear? Do I need to dress more casually, or elegant, or comfortable?
Oh god this is going to take a while.
A/N: Hey guys one of the first plot twists is coming up 🤭. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I love you all so much and I hope everyone’s having a great day. -Love Evangeline <3
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Bestie we need a part two 💳💥💥💳💥💥💳💳💥💥💳💳💳 ASAP u can’t leave this beautifully made fanfic without a  sequel, this made me kick my feet in the air and giggle like schoolgirl 😀 lolll I’m down bad for Eddie/riddler
yo call me FedEx because I deliver (not sure this the package you wanted tho)
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Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer. - Part 2
[Part 1] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]
What you thought was a single, queer occasion, became something regular. The notes and cards would appear every other day and soon you found yourself expecting them with excitement. You had your own little, deliciously sweet secret. Realizing how the situation might look to others, you didn't dare tell anyone else about the strangeness you've been a part of - they wouldn't understand. People were quick to jump to conclusions, to assume the worst of others even if there was no malice. Just like there was none in the bizarre friendship or relationship, you had with someone whose identity you couldn't even begin to guess.
The question of the secret admirer's identity was something that wouldn't let you sleep. Some occurrences were too tailored to you and your mundane life for the enigmatic person to be someone completely estranged. Like that one day when the whole world seemed to be against you and nothing would go the way you wanted, you found a cinnamon bun with a birthday candle at your doorstep. So whoever they were, they simply cared.
Was there a piece of you that remained wary? Yes, of course, there was - if your life did not transform into a chick flick, it sure became a good buildup to a horror movie. That part of you, however, was silent most of the time. After all, what kind of malice, if any, could reside in a heart of someone who showered you with small gifts and words of affection?
That day, you were greeted with a bouquet of pink and red flowers strung together with raffia. A small tag was tied to the decoration:
What flowers are kissable?
You looked closer at the flowers in the bouquet - they were all of one kind...
"Tulips?" you slowly said to yourself. You couldn't help but laugh. "God, you're so corny."
Shaking your head with amusement, you entered your apartment and went straight to your bedside table to change one mysterious bouquet for another. The previous flowers barely even began to wilt.
"Wish you had a name," you said as your hand caressed the tag attached to the flowers.
Having let out a heavy sigh, you decided to change into something more comfortable. You let your thoughts wander, conjuring up various possibilities about the secret admirer, as you took off your top and pants - completely oblivious to the lovesick voyeur following each of your steps.
He felt a little ashamed for not immediately looking away. But, in the end, it wasn't his fault, was it? How could he ever be blamed for succumbing to your luring beauty? Could sailors truly be responsible for following the siren's song?
Although his eyes were still fixed on you, his mind was already fantasizing about the next gift he should make for you but most importantly - the little wish you had made that he couldn't help but grant. Truthfully, Ed couldn't deny you anything; he was but a humble servant to your ethereal glory.
The next day, when you were about to leave the comfort of your home and face the responsibilities of the real world, you found another envelope laying on the doormat outside your front door. Inside, there was another cheesy card to add to your abundant collection. This one, however, did not have a riddle written on it but a torn-out page from what looked like a vintage collection of poems:
My lady hath of charms her lion’s share; Grace, beauty, wit and a sweet thoughtfulness, Which rests serenely on her gentle face, Sweet as the flowers are, and pure as air.
Below the ripped-out page was a small scribble that made you audibly gasp, although softly: '- Ed'.
"So you do have a name... Eddie." You smiled to yourself feeling how easily the name rolled off your tongue.
His heart stopped for a moment. The world grew silent and the only thing that mattered, truly mattered, was the soft affection with which you spoke his name.
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raging-psycho · 1 year
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Imagine giving Stray Kids hand made bracelets Part Two:
Part One
Summary: You like to make yarn bracelets, and you especially love to make them for people. And you decide to give one to one of your lovable Stray Kids members. How would they react? Probably amazingly!!
Members: Han Jisung, Felix, Seungmin (in the building), Jeong In
Tw: scary movie (I’m not sure if that’s one or not)
Genre: fluff
Han Jisung:
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You make him a bracelet that is filled with all different colors. Some would say it’s energetic, like him.
It was snowing like crazy outside, so y’all decided to cancel your dinner reservations and stay in and have a movie date instead.
You pick out a horror movie. It’s just the conjuring. You don’t think it’s that scary, but scardy cat Jisung thinks it’s terrifying.
You’ve got the popcorn popped, the pillows fluffed, the blankets set, and the bracelet in your pocket.
You’re about halfway through the movie when Jisung screams, causing you to jump and throw popcorn everywhere.
“What is wrong Hannie? Nothing has even happened yet.”
“Sorry. There was a cat outside the window.”
“If you’re that scared, why don’t I give you a comfort item?”
You pull the bracelet out and start tying it around his wrist.
“There now you have a protective shield form the oh so scary movie.”
You turn back to the movie like this was just a normal thing, but Jisung was stuck still.
You made a bracelet? For HIM?
He pulls you into his arms, and snuggles into you closer.
“Thank you so much for my shield. Can you make me more someday?”
“Of course! Anything to keep you safe”
Another scream pierces your ears.
“JISUNG!!”
“SORRY IT WAS THE CAT AGAIN!”
Felix:
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This ball of sunshine needs an equally bright bracelet, so his is made of yellow with some light brown weaved in.
You were extremely bored one Sunday afternoon, and so you made your boyfriend a bracelet that matches his soul.
Shortly after finishing the bracelet, you get a text from the boy asking you to come over for a sleepover
You text back saying sure, and thought to yourself about how convenient it was that you made a bracelet and he was planning to see you.
Almost like it was written-
Anyway
You quickly pack an overnight bag and head out the door. Because you almost forgot the bracelet, you had to double back inside.
When you get there, you see Felix has already changed into his pajamas, and has some pocky out.
Have you guys ever heard of the pocky game? Well that’s what Felix had in mind for you to play.
After you changed into your pajamas you sat across from him and started opening the pocky.
He was already giddy and excited. (He was planning on losing ngl)
You put the chocolate end of the stick between your teeth, and he got the other end.
He held up his hand and counted down 3, 2, 1, go
You took turns slowly inching towards the other person. The closer y’all got the redder y’all got.
Right near the end, you were both as red as tomato. Then Felix closed the gap and put his lips on yours. The stick being forgotten even though you could still taste the chocolate.
He pulled away smiling, his freckles shining like the stars in the sky.
“Felix! You’re supposed to try not to lose y’know.”
“I’ll take any excuse I can get to kiss my beautiful girlfriend! Did I mention you look gorgeous tonight?”, he says as he wipes some chocolate from your lips.
“Then no prize for you.”
“You had a prize for me? Can I see it?”, cue the puppy eyes.
You smirk then pull the bracelet out, but still hide it from his view.
“Oh alright, but only cause you asked for it.”
You put the bracelet on his wrist. You thought the smile he had before was bright, but it was nothing compared to the one he had now.
He was practically jumping from happiness.
“ I love you so much!” He yells as he pulls you into his arms.
“I love you too, Lix.”
Seungmin
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His bracelet is a bunch of different shades of brown.
The bracelet had been made a week prior to your date with him.
You both had been planning on going I’ve skating for weeks. It was your 2 year anniversary, and you wanted to make it even more special by making him a bracelet for the occasion.
You finished getting ready, wearing a blue sweater, cute skinny jeans, matching blue gloves, and having your hair up in a half up half down pigtail style.
His car vroomed around the front of your house and you hopped in. He handed you a pair of earmuffs because he knew you didn’t have any.
The place wasn’t all that packed, which was surprising considering it was a weekend.
You kept the bracelet hidden in your pocket, you were worried to give it to him in fear of him not liking it.
He was smiling the whole time, and just being happy in your presence.
You guys were messing around when you started losing your footing. You fell backwards on your both.
He made eye contact with you, and you both erupted in laughter.
After the laughter calmed down and he wiped the tears from his eyes, he noticed something brown laying on the ground beside you.
He bent over to pick it up and saw that it was a bracelet.
You however started panicking.
“Oh Seung give that here! You’re not supposed to see it yet!”, you were frantically trying to reach the item.
“What is this y/n”, he says while holding it out of your reach.
“It’s a bracelet that I made for you…”
“Why didn’t you give it to me sooner?”
“I was worried you wouldn’t like it. I was thinking of just throwing it away.”
“Are you kidding? I love it!”, he puts it on as quickly as possible and picks you up, forgetting that he’s on ice, he tries to spin but ends up falling.
Que the automatic laughter, after he made sure you were okay of course.
And just like that all your worries about that bracelet vanished, and you never saw him take it off.
Jeong In
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His bracelet is blue and really light pink, with some cream colors mixed in.
You were both out groceries shopping.
He was pushing the cart around and you were picking out what y’all needed.
You had the bracelet in your pocket. You made it about a month back, but had yet to give it to him cause you knew he’d tease you for it.
One of your love languages though is gift giving, so here you are.
He was helping you reach up to grab an item that was just out of your reach. He had to do that a lot because that always put the items you needed to high for you.
You didn’t realize that the bracelet was slowly inching out of your pocket.
So when you reached to grab your favorite box of cereal, he saw it.
“He what’s that?”
“What’s what?”, you huff out as you struggle to reach the cereal box.
“That thing in your pocket.”
You deadpanned.
Uh oh
He saw it
He wasn’t supposed to
Before you could stop him he pulled it from your pocket.
“This is gorgeous! Is it for me?”
“Yeah…”
“Aw I knew you loved me! My little y/n is so obsessed with me she couldn’t resist making me a bracelet.”, he says as he slides it on.
“Oh shut up Jeong In.”
“Ouch, what happened to my nickname.”
He teased you all day after that, but it was worth it. You could tell he loved that bracelet and that’s all you needed.
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straywords · 2 years
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°•☆ Teddy Bear - Ch. 3 ☆•°
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Dark! Peter Parker x Reader
Starving for a connection, you nonchalantly hire Peter to sate your loneliness.
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You and Peter get ensconced in a horror movie marathon and end up watching two Hellraiser movies back to back and up to the third Conjuring movie.
The storylines are basic enough that you can get idly lost in them. As usual, a wholesome American family gets introduced, as well as the nightmare they’re experiencing that will incentivize them to hire expert ghost hunters to free themselves of the spirits tormenting them.
While you’re sitting on the couch in an oversized tee and warm leggings, your legs folded beneath you, Peter sits on the floor with his knees bent. You and him share a laugh every time an obvious jump scare occurs or a line is delivered with unnecessary gravitas…which is roughly every five to ten minutes. 
"You really think they’d have switched the formula by now," Peter says, chewing on a mouthful of popcorn. 
"Considering how much money these movies make, I doubt they ever will."
Wincing, you shift your posture. Undesirous to make a big deal out of nothing, you’ve tried your best to hide your discomfort. But your throbbing feet have been radiating pain for hours now. You were nearly limping on your way back home. Peter scowls at you, concern carved on his features.
"Are you okay, princess? You don't seem too hot."
You dismiss him with a tight-lipped smile, "It’s no biggie. I was just on my feet all day in the wrong shoes. I’ll be better tomorrow." 
You sigh and let your eyes find the screen again. But before your focus can pivot back to the movie your feet are tugged from underneath you. You squeal, toppling backwards on the couch, unprepared for the abrupt motion. 
"Let me." 
Wide-eyed, you peer into Peter’s determined features as he lithely joins you on the couch and pulls your feet to his taut thigh. 
Alarm strikes deep within you and your voice comes out trembling.
"What are you doing?" you screech.
Your pulse thrums in your ears while he begins to press his thumbs up and down the swell of your foot. You attempt to extricate your tender appendage from his unwavering grip but are unsuccessful. Peter’s hold on you is firm. His sweet smile remains intact despite your heaving chest and panicked stare.
"Please," he chirps. "I just wanna make you feel better." His brown orbs sparkle as he tilts his head. "Are you gonna let me do that, princess? That's all I’m asking."
You exhale sharply when he draws circles into your soles, kneading right into the knots of pain. You squirm and claw at his arm, but Peter’s expression is tranquil.
"I don’t know…"
"Come on. It’s just a little foot rub," he insists.
The ache yields slowly to Peter’s firm, meticulous touch. The tension lingers but tingles of delight spread through your feet. He takes his time stroking from your toes to your heel. 
"Peter, I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that…" you whimper.
"You’re so tense. You can relax, princess."
As if on cue, he prods at the tender skin with more attention, drawing a small moan from you. Your heart misses a beat when his fingers crawl up your ankle. His long, slender fingers massage up and down. The heat of his fingers leaks through the fabric of your leggings and your stomach tightens.
"I wouldn’t hurt you, I promise," Peter whispers, his gaze ensnaring yours. "Relax. Breathe through it." He tucks your other foot more securely on his lap. "Doesn’t it feel better?" he asks, beginning to prod at your toes with slow, circular gestures. 
"I…yes, I guess."
A protest shrivels on your tongue as Peter gets absorbed in his task. He’s not being inappropriate, but it’s so outside your comfort zone. 
Peter’s dark gaze lingers on your shivering form.
"See? I told you I’d make it all better."
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The next day offers nothing but gloom, daylight itself dulling your mood. Last night, you asked Peter to leave. While he didn’t make a fuss about it and even smiled at you and apologized for making you uncomfortable…You feel like shit. 
All over a stupid foot rub. You know you’re being ridiculous, maybe even childish. He wasn’t inappropriate and only wanted to ease your pain, which he did. Peter’s nice and you really like him. You’re not exactly sure what’s so profoundly broken inside you that you can’t appreciate simple kind gestures from him. So you spent the night alone, again, tossing and turning in your sheets.
Then there’s the realization, as you get dressed and reach inside your night table drawer, that there are no more pills left in the yellow jar. You spend most of the morning on the phone arguing with your insurance company. Throughout the call, they fail to offer any tangible solution to your issue.
You’re behind on your payment for your coverage - due to having to choose between paying rent or your insurance last month - which means your eligibility was put in question and your plan suspended. You try to explain the price of rent went up without warning but it quickly becomes clear you’re on your own. As always.
Despite your troubles, you still have deadlines to respect. It’s not like you can afford to be laid off. So you get dressed.
As you throw on a light jacket, you freeze. Sharp pinpricks - eerily reminiscent of the previous day - crawl down your spine like spiders. 
You race to the window, peeking outside in fright. 
There's nothing out there. Besides, it's unlikely there’d be a Peeping Tom on the fifteenth floor with no other building facing your window. You inhale a shaky lungful of air. Could this be one of the side effects of withdrawal? Paranoia? You check one more time before slamming the window closed and locking it tight. Glancing down at your watch, you curse. You’re late again. Why does this keep happening? Time seems to somehow fly these days. 
On your way out of your apartment, your way is obstructed by your landlord. 
"I didn’t see your payment, sweetheart," he says, casually lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke in your face. You cough, bile rising in your throat. Trent reeks of alcohol, cigarettes and cheap cologne. Everything about him disgusts you. You try to avoid him whenever possible. Usually it’s easy because your rent is delivered on time. Usually.
Mustering an apologetic smile, you fumble with your bag.
"I’m sorry. I need a bit more time to sort things out with-"
Trent shakes his head and sneers, 
"More time? " He runs his hand through his greasy blonde locks, his beady gaze hard on you. "I’m not a charity. Rent’s due on the 10th of the month for everyone. Do you think you’re special?" He inches closer to you and you gulp in fear, cowering as he crowds your space. He leers down at you. "Because it sounds to me like you’re asking for special treatment."
"I-I’m not," you stammer. 
Fear prickles your skin as he blatantly undresses you with his eyes. His voice drops suggestively. 
"You sure? Cause if I gotta treat you special, you gonna have to start treating me real special too, sweetheart…" His face distorts meanly. "Or pack your things at the end of the month."
"I’ll get you the money before the end of the week, Trent," you affirm hurriedly, taking a step back. 
He snorts, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. Smoke hangs around you and your eyes burn, tears threatening to spill. 
"Tonight. In cash." He sends you a lascivious grin. "Or I’ll get my money’s worth one way or another. You feel me, sweetie?"
You nod and rush to take your leave, the blood racing in your veins. 
🧸
At work, you let yourself get wrapped up in research and writing, letting your troubles fade amidst the humdrum of your tasks. 
Betty plops down near your workspace, tossing a curious glance at your screen. She sighs when she realizes you’re working on another cat-related article. 
"How’s your Spider-Man story going? Any leads?" she asks, feigning nonchalance.
There’s no need to try and hoodwink her. With everything on your plate, the mysterious vigilante hasn’t crossed your mind the entire day. 
"I got nothing," you admit. 
She smugly folds her arms.
"Someone’s going to end up on coffee duty, and that will not be me."
You smirk. "Trying to squeeze me out of the byline with intimidation, Betty?"
"Well, we said whoever finds him first…" 
"I know, I know." 
She lingers by your corner of the long desk you share with several other assistant editors. You toss her a puzzled look, hand moving away from your keyboard. 
She clasps her hands and smiles. 
"Hey, all of us worker bees decided to go out for food and drinks tonight. Just casually letting you know for no particular reason..."
You nod. It’s not the first time Betty’s invited you to hang out with other writers outside the newsroom. Every time, you refuse. Drinks and restaurant outings are expensive and you’re awkward around other people. They’d have inside jokes you won’t be privy to and ask you questions you won’t smoothly answer.
Besides, you can’t shake off the impression she’s doing it out of pity. 
Why bury yourself further down a sad, pathetic little hole?
You’re better off on your own, not making your problems other people’s.
"I'm a bit under the weather today."
Sympathy blooms on her face.
"If it's about money, you can borrow from me and pay me back anytime." A tinge of humiliation nestles in your stomach. She squeezes your shoulder and you flinch, the brief contact stirring unease. She raises her hands at your reaction. "Hey, we’re all broke, you know. It doesn’t matter."
"It does to me," you sadly respond. "I hate being a burden."
"You aren’t, seriously…"
Something inside you flips and you toss her an irritated look. 
"I said, beat it, Betty!" you bark.
Her brow furrows. Your skin heats with the sudden attention of your co-workers. She gets up, her mouth in a tight line.
"Wow, okay. Message received loud and clear. I’ll never ask again." She plasters on a shallow, polite smile. "Good luck with your article."
Your stomach lurches as you pivot in your chair. You massage your temples in frustration.
Why did you do that? 
It’s not like you, shouting at people and losing patience so quickly. 
Betty did nothing wrong. You’re not even really mad. 
The storm mounting inside you, leaving a wreck in its wake, is no one’s fault but your own.
Stupid meds. And it’s only going to get worse.
Adjusting your reading glasses, you ignore the tears stinging your eyes. You swallow down the overflowing well of emotions, placing a shaky, temporary lid on them.
There’s a heavy, stifling silence plaguing the newsroom. You choose to pretend it away, frantically typing on your keyboard. There’s work to do, writing to be completed.
You can’t afford to miss another deadline.
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How did you end up walking home so late? Usually, you’re so careful. The rush of your heels against the pavement fills the dusky, narrow alleyway. Only a few more steps and you’ll be able to dive into the subway station and hide amongst other commuters. Forget the ever growing chasm in your chest, the flood of tears always on the cusp of drowning you, the pathetic humdrum of your days. 
The stifling stench of cigarettes and pollution clings to your clothes as you walk. One day, you will move. It’s what you keep telling yourself, despite the state of your credit balance blatantly spelling otherwise.
Thinking about it again sours your mood even more. The overdraft fees alone made your stomach lurch. You’re not sure how you’ll come up with a way to pay for the difference. Your mind throbs as all the sombre thoughts collapse into one another. 
Clutching your handbag, you hasten your pace. At least, you’re secure in the knowledge you have the exact amount of rent your landlord asked for in your bag. So once that nightmare is settled, you’ll be able to give your healthcare issues your whole focus.
Mind swept by the sad storm of your troubles, you gasp as you bump into another body in the alleyway.
"God I’m so s-" you begin. 
You don’t get to finish your sentence, the stranger lifting his hand as you freeze in shock. 
Trembling, you raise your hands in defeat. 
The barrel of the gun stares at you, your pathetic life hanging by its terrifying end. The man is tall, wearing a beanie and if his size weren’t intimidating enough, the gun in his grip would plant sufficient fear in your heart. 
"Please," you beg. "I have nothing-"
"The bag," he barks. "Hurry up!" he adds when you don’t move, nudging the gun closer to your face. Tears start swelling in your vision. Just seconds. It’s all it would take for your brain to be a splatter of grey and red across the pavement. 
Quaking sobs course through your frame as you remove your bag. Funny how each problem in your life seems caught in a race to outdo the other, as if the universe itself couldn’t resist bringing you lower and lower. At this point, this isn’t the ground you’ve been unceremoniously knocked into…it’s six feet under it. 
You hand the robber your bag which he rips violently from your shaky fingers. As he’s checking the contents of it, the man’s feet are suddenly yanked from the floor, his body pulled by strange, white strings. You gasp as he’s then propelled across a dirty puddle. 
You rear back in terror, eyes wide at what you’re witnessing. Red and blue swirls in your vision, punching the man when he tries to get up.
You squint, making out a lithe, muscular frame moving through the darkness. 
"My god," you exhale, astonishment robbing your air. 
It’s him. The blue and red guy. Spider-Man. 
Your journalist instinct kicks in. Reflexively, you pull out your phone from your pocket. You hit the record button, heart pounding while the dim shapes sway on your phone screen. You squint at the blurred colors limning the mysterious hero’s frame. Brows knitting, you glance up at him, somehow not understanding why your phone camera’s acting strange. 
Frustration courses through you before you give up.
You sigh and shove your phone back into your back pocket. Despite your closeness to him, your pictures won’t be any better than the glimpses of him on social media. A sullen pout bunches your lips. Even that won’t go your way. One simple picture.
Your shoulders slump as the crushing weight of failure falls over you. 
Dazed, you flinch as you witness your savior punching the man still. Ice travels through your veins. You can hear the man cough, choking on his own blood. He isn’t fighting back anymore, the gun discarded in a forgotten corner of the alley. 
He’s not a danger to you anymore. In fact, you’re more worried for him now. 
"Stop!" you scream.
A breath of relief drops from your mouth when the violence finally ends, the spandex-wearing stranger rising to his full height. 
While you’re grateful, what you just saw sets you on edge a little. You aren’t entirely sure he wouldn’t have hurt the man beyond repair if you hadn’t stopped him.
Your insides twist as you watch the man limp away, clutching his midriff. His breath comes out a wet whistle. 
Apologetically, Spider-man approaches. When his hand stretches towards you, you sidle away from him. You look at the blood dripping from his hands, the dark hue standing out on the red of his suit. The gigantic white eyes of his costume follow your gaze. 
"I-I don’t know what came over me," he stammers. "Are you hurt?"
Ignoring him, you rush to your handbag, your stomach dropping as you realize the bills for your rent have spilled out and fallen down a drain. You frantically search for them. A heaviness nestles inside your chest as your efforts bear no result. 
"No…"
"I’m so sorry," he mutters, kneeling next to you on the damp cobblestones. You bristle when his hand falls between your shoulder blades, mind too far away to fully register the touch.
Tears prick your eyes. There’s no way he’s as sorry as you. Your life is over. Unless a miracle happens, you’ll be out on the streets soon. 
Sobs freely pour from you and you don’t quiet them. 
"Look, I don’t want you to think I’m not g-grateful that you…s-saved my life. I just-"
Your body jolts when he squeezes your arm. Your skin crawls, unease pitting in your stomach. He just saved your life, you remind yourself, hoping this assertion will mute the other one.
A stranger is touching you. 
A stranger is touching you… 
"Hey, it’s okay, p-" You’re too engulfed in attempting to fight the budding panic attack to even hear his words, shaking from head to toe. You only come back to yourself when he cradles your face. A stunned gaze flicks up to his. It’s even worse that you can’t see his eyes. "I’ll take you home."
Too stumped to speak, you don’t argue. Not even when he swoops you up and wraps his arm around your waist. "But is there a friend you can call? It just doesn’t seem right…leaving you by yourself."
Chewing on your lip, you ponder his inquiry. You can’t decide what’s sadder, the question or its shameful answer. At your age, you can’t think of anyone to call, anyone who would help. Such is the tragic state of your existence. No money. No prospects. No friends. And soon...not even a roof over your head. 
"I’m not sure…" A new wave of tears strangles your response. Your savior doesn’t say anything else, simply gathering your trembling frame and swinging across the skies of New York with you against him. 
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Out of Place Chapter 3
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In which Kiva continues to adjust and meets yet another new someone.
Rating: Tame
Warnings: Brief Panic Attack, Existential Questioning
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Second Conversations
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"Hello again." She smiled, or tried to smile, her face still wasn't quite ready to cooperate with her yet. She wanted to be confident, to have the kind of attitude that would fit the frankly ridiculous dress she was wearing, but she couldn’t seem to find that part of her just yet. Normally she would be kicking herself for being so passive in a situation like this, giving people power over her was never something she was very good at. Her brain seemed intent on reminding her of the disadvantage she found herself at despite that impulse, and she found that she was struggling to be her normal independent self.
"Are you feeling better?" He returned the smile, walking calmly to the high backed chair across from the vanity where her dress had been draped. It was less than two feet from the chair she’d chosen, and the sudden nearness had her mind short circuiting for a moment. Even now, with her whole world view in question and not a single familiar thing in sight, she couldn’t help but notice how unfairly handsome he was. It wasn’t just his looks, although they would’ve been enough all on their own, it was his confidence. It was the way he draped himself into the chair as if he were on a throne, and how he seemed to fill the entire room with his presence without even having to try. It was the kind of swagger and confidence that Kiva had struggled her whole life to find, and it was doing something for her, whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not.
"Oh, yes, well, I'm still trying to wrap my mind around everything, but physically I feel fine." She sat back into the chair she didn't remember leaving, realizing too late that she probably should've bowed. If the lack of decorum bothered him, he didn’t show it, and she gladly allowed herself to forget the new worry. She had a bit much of that to work through already, and she didn’t feel like adding to it if there was no reason to.
He nodded, smiling gently down at her as if he could read her thoughts. The sympathy and concern she could see just behind his eyes went a long way to helping her calm down, well, in most ways anyway. She’d honestly been a little concerned that he was going to come in and start grilling her for details about the world beyond his forest, or the future, which she would’ve been sorry to deny him.
“I imagine it must be a great deal to accept, but I am impressed you seem to have accomplished it so quickly. The humans I am used to are not so rational.” That actually got a laugh from her as her mind conjured up pictures of all the characters she knew of that he could be thinking of. None of them were outright bad, assuming this world was following the flow of the book as opposed to those odious movies, but they could be rather set in their ways.
“I know exactly what you mean. I’m something of an oddball in my world. Humans are human no matter what world they’re in I’m afraid. Still, we have our uses, right?” The longer she sat across from him, the more comfortable she began to feel. It was easy to think she knew someone based on a simply description in a book, but the elf was so much more than his brief scenes in her book would suggest. There was a mischief to him that she was beginning to notice and that she found she enjoyed very much.
“A few. But it is not the humans of this world or any other that I wish to speak of now. We still have a mystery to solve you and I. Perhaps if you tell me more of your world we could discover other clues like the animals you’ve already mentioned.” He draped his arms over the arms of the chair, all but covering the piece of furniture in the intricate robe and tunic he wore. It was a distracting sight to say the lease, and Kiva had to shake herself mentally to get her brain back on track.
“Of course, oh, why were the animals such a large clue? You left in such a rush I didn’t get a chance to ask.” She half expected him to get quiet, keep the information to himself, but that suspicion was quickly put to rest as he simply nodded and began to speak. It turned out that very large rabbits, docile and accustomed to human presence, were something of an oddity in both their worlds, though for vastly different reasons.
In hers, it was simply due to the fact that wild life was unaccustomed to people in their habitat, seeing as humans now lived in cities and towns as opposed to in the forests as they once had. In his it was because that usually meant that a certain being was present, and since that being didn’t exist in her world, so to find its influence there was damning indeed.
The rest of the day passed in a whirl of conversation and questions. Kiva would ask something about Middle Earth, keeping how much she truly knew to herself for the moment, and Thranduil would explain it to the best of his ability. Then they would switch. Both were keeping things from their new acquaintance, keeping a few of their cards close to their chests, and they were neither of them trying to hide that fact. It made Kiva feel more at ease around the elven ruler, if she was being honest. Even if neither one was being completely truthful or forthcoming, they trusted each other enough to not try and hide that fact, which was honestly more trust than she’d shown anyone in a long time.
Eventually, night drew in close around them and food was brought to the room. The conversation turned light as they ate, getting to know each other a little better, learning histories and inane details that served no purpose other than to give them a more clear picture of each other. Kiva taught Thranduil about the concept of favorite colors and foods, Thranduil taught Kiva about the concept of having a favorite sound, and by the time the food had all gone, both were beginning to feel the strain of the day. Kiva wanted to keep talking, wanted to keep peeking into the truly fascinating mind she’d found behind that beautiful face, but the King insisted that there would be more than enough time and all but commanded her to go to bed. She didn’t know what he meant at the time, but conceded the point as a yawn interrupted her argument against it.
The next morning showed her exactly what he’d meant when he said there would be time, as she’d barely gotten up and dressed when he was once again striding into her room, this time with a scribe at his side. The young elf was armed with sheefs of parchment, a quill, and a pot of ink that was set firmly in an expertly carved writing desk. It would seem that they would be getting down to the thick of things now that she’d had a chance to accept her situation. She greeted them both and settled in for what she knew would be a truly long and exhausting day, and she did the same the next day, and the next, and for one more day after that until she’d told him all she could remember of her world the day she’d left it.
“Thank you Kiva, I know this must be difficult for you. The world you left behind seems like a very pleasant place, it must pain you to lose it as you have. I have news that might serve to alleviate your sorrow somewhat. That being I spoke of has arrived within my halls this very day and will be meeting with us both presently.” The scribe stood as Thranduil spoke, escorting himself out of the room without a sound, no doubt off to copy down the notes they’d hashed out that day.
“Oh? Do I get to know who this being is? I’m guessing not a human, considering you keep referring to them as “being” instead of “human”.” She perked up as the scribe left, her flagging energy returning with a vengeance at the idea of meeting someone new. Her brain was already working to try and figure out just who she might be meeting, but without anything to go on, it was proving difficult.
"I would prefer to give you time to adjust, a shock like this can be quite unpleasant, however, I fear we do not have the luxury of allowing ourselves that time." He turned and nodded at the elf woman that had become Kiva’s personal hand maiden, indicating that whoever was waiting outside was free to come in. The door opened as he turned back around, revealing a older man in brown robes. His face would have been rather handsome, despite the age, if it wasn't currently set in a stony glare that was being directed at both of the guards that flanked him, holding him by the arms as if they thought he was about to turn and run.
"Honestly Thranduil, there is no need to treat me as if I am some common prisoner." He directed this remark both at the king seated in front of him and the two guards who still maintained a firm grip on his arms despite the displeasure growing on his face. Neither one looked overly thrilled at the idea of keeping a hold of a wizard that didn’t want to be held, but their King had given them an order, and they were going to obey it, no matter what.
"Release him. Please, join us.” Kiva couldn’t be sure, but she thought she’d caught the tail end of a mischievous grin on the King’s face as he spoke. It was gone when she turned to look for it again, but she couldn’t shake the idea that it had, in point of fact, been there. She caught herself smiling as she imagined him instructing his guards to behave as they had as a joke at the wizard’s expense. She hoped she was right.
“Kiva, may I introduce Radagast the Brown, Radagast, this is Kiva, though I suppose you already know that." The king directed his gaze, now decidedly less than pleasant, to the wizard, rising from his chair to allow the man to seat himself. The man nodded, taking the seat as Thranduil took up a post between the two of them, standing with all the regal power of his station.
"The Radagast? Chosen of Yavanna and friend to all creatures? Oh wow, it’s truly a pleasure to meet you!" She realized how odd she sounded just after the words left her mouth and she lapsed into embarrassed silence, her eyes suddenly keen to watch the way her fingers fidgeted with the soft green fabric of the dress she’d been given to wear that day.
The part of her mind that wasn’t being consumed by a rising tide of panic and embarrassment wondered if she would ever see her own dress again, but she decided not to go down that particular avenue of thought. It was already painful enough to be so far removed from her own world, a reminder of it would most likely do more harm than good. She was probably better off never seeing it again, if she was being honest with herself.
"How do you know of him? He was not mentioned in your book save as the cousin of Gandalf the Grey." Thranduil's piercing eyes rounded on her now, making her feel as if she was naked all over again. How the hell was he able to cut through her walls so quickly with just a glance? Surely she wasn’t that easy to manipulate. Maybe he was just very skilled, or perhaps his confusion and concern were giving his gaze more weight that it should normally have. Either way, she didn’t like how it felt, or how she’d looked up to meet his eyes the moment he spoke, seemingly without even meaning to.
"Well not in that one, no." She tried to keep her voice as quiet as possible, knowing that once she opened that can of worms, there was no going back. She was still on the fence about sharing any other details about her world’s knowledge of Middle Earth, but it would seem that at least this much would have to be explained.
"That One? There are others?" Thranduil moved closer to her, towering over where she sat, his presence falling heavily on her like a shadow. She didn’t quite know how to respond to that for a moment. Did she just come out and say it? Did she try to play it off? Would it even be a good idea to explain anything at all? She didn’t know, and neither of the people in the room with her seemed inclined to give her any guidance so she took a breath and made a decision that she sincerely hoped she wouldn’t regret..
"Well, yes, I mean, there's no direct continuation of The Hobbit, the book you found me with, but there's another series set about sixty years from now. Radagast appears in it in a few places." She tried to be as vague as possible, knowing that she couldn't not answer, but also knowing that she couldn't just tell them about Frodo and the ring either. She hoped that he would be satisfied with that explanation and leave it alone, and after a moment, it looked as if she would be getting her wish.
"There is more to this than you are telling me, but I imagine it is for a good reason. I will not pry, for now, but I trust you will come to me with any knowledge you have that could endanger me or my people. Do you understand?" His voice had gotten dangerously quiet, sending shivers down her spine. She wanted the playful elf she’d been getting to know back. She didn’t like this new side of him, even if most of his ire was pointed at Radagast, instead of at her directly.
She swallowed, squeaking out a tiny "yes", her head hanging firmly against her chest. The mischievous glint returned to his gaze for a moment at her obvious reaction to his more threatening demeanor. It reminded her of how her boyfriend would look at her when he thought she was being cute, and it sent a small splinter of warmth forking down between her legs with a speed that honestly surprised her just a little. She peeked up through her lashes at him, giving him a small, almost conspiratorial grin, but the moment was cut short as Radagast stepped up beside him and cleared his throat.
"That is enough Thranduil. Leave the poor girl alone. You do not need the knowledge she has, be satisfied with what you have already learned." Radagast’s voice was hard, leaving no room for argument as he clearly misunderstood what had passed between them. Kiva opened her mouth to speak, but Thranduil beat her to the punch, rounding on the seated Wizard in a flash of angry blue eyes and white blond hair.
"This is the doing of your kind, wizard. I know it. I had thought perhaps to gain knowledge that would aid me in solving the mystery of which one, but now I see that it will not be necessary. Your anger proves that you are behind this Radagast." Thranduil directed the whole of his focus onto the brown robed figure seated in front of the fire. The tension that had sprung up at his words was enough to make Kiva want to melt back into her chair until it had all passed, but that wasn’t possible, so she was forced to sit and watch at Radagast drew a deep breath and began to unleash the power he held in careful reserve.
"If it were, it would be for a reason. Do you intend to make me tell you?" Radagast's voice took on an edge of pure threat as the air in the room slid from tense to down right oppressive. It made Kiva feel small, but as soon as it had come, it was gone again, retreating back into the space the wizard occupied. It reminded her of the moment in the Lord of the Rings when Gandalf had made himself seem much greater and more terrible than his body conveyed, and she couldn’t stop her mouth from voicing her next thought.
"So that's what that feels like." It was just her luck that, following Radagast’s show of force, the room was quiet enough that her soft breath of a voice was more than enough to carry. She felt two pairs of eyes fix on her, their weight feeling almost hot against her skin as she blushed and curled into herself just a little. She was really going to have to get a hold of herself if she wanted to avoid angering everyone she met with her knowledge. She feared Thranduil would question her some more, but Radagast was the one to speak.
"You would be wise to reveal nothing else of what you know while you are here. In truth, I am not the one who has brought you here, though Thranduil is correct in assuming it was one of my order. There is only one with this power, Saruman the White. I do not know his game yet, but I think I am correct in saying that I am not alone in my interest. We will discover his purpose yet. In the mean time, you must remain where no one can learn what you know. I would ask that you remain here. Under the protection of the elves you will not be easily manipulated or harmed." He bowed his head, turning to leave.
"If she is to remain here, I would have her share her knowledge with me. I cannot protect what I do not fully know." Thranduil's voice had taken on an almost petulant tone, though it did nothing to rob him of his regal attitude. Kiva opened her mouth again, already planning on telling him she would share what she felt was safe to share when Radagast once again spoke for her.
"I cannot stop you, you know this. But I would caution that you take heed of my warning and leave this matter be. I imagine you will not like what you come to know and the knowing may do more harm than good. Examine the reason you crave this knowledge Elf King, for you cannot go back once the truth of a thing had been made clear to you." With those parting words, Radagast was gone, the door closing resolutely behind him. The finality and clear warning in his words set off some kind of instinctual alarm bell in the back of Kiva’s mind that had her shaking, though she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why.
"What?! What did that even mean?" Up to this point she could've dismissed this all as some kind of crazy dream, though that idea was getting harder and harder for her to believe as the days went by. Now, though, she was being forced to confront the insane fact that not even her overly creative mind could've come up with something this crazy. This place was unequivocally and heart-breakingly real, and she was stuck in it.
"Please remain calm. You are in no danger here." Thranduil reached out for her shoulder, intent on calming her if possible. She jumped away from him like a scalded cat. Her whole body tilted sideways to avoid him and she had barely a second to brace herself as her feet snagged on her skirt and sent her tumbling into the floor where she continued to crawl sideways away from him.
"NO! Don't touch me” She ended up in a corner, one hand held out in front of her as Thranduil knelt in front of her. He made no move to try and get closer, though she could see from his expression that his heart was aching for her. All he did was hold her gaze and sing. The words were foreign to her, something in Sindarin, which she’d always wanted to learn, but the melody was so soothing that she felt herself falling into his impossibly blue eyes. She felt for a moment as if she was floating and her mind went blank in the face of those eyes.
A few minutes passed with no change. He remained with her, soothing her when her hysteria tried to return. Eventually, she allowed him to get closer, though she still recoiled from his touch. She moved slowly back to her chair once she’d calmed enough to stand She drew in shaking breaths, trying to keep herself from lapsing back into the unexpected panic attack, and while she wasn’t able to articulate it to him, the presence of the King at her back, and then across from her as she found her seat again, helped her feel a little more stable. It was like he was her anchor here, a reminder that she wasn’t completely alone in a world that she knew, but didn’t understand, and his kind eyes soothed her hurting heart just a little.
"Now, if you are able, please tell me what you know of this world." He resumed his own seat, his face as passive as it had been before. She swallowed a few times, trying to rehydrate her throat before nodding and taking a deep breath. They were gonna be here a while.
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raggedy-dxctor · 2 years
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fluffy scenarios w/ steven grant
pairing(s): steven grant x gn!reader
warnings: tooth rotting fluff with steven <3, not proofread (may be typos sorry x
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sneaking into the museums with him late at night, rambling to eachother about the exhibits
watching cheesy horror movies that actually scare the shit out of him
"HOLY SHI- oh my god!! y/n?? love??how are you not literallysbittng yourself right now?!" "...it's not that scary stevem' uou feel kinda bad for laughing at him as he looks like a kicked puppy, slightly embarassed that the cheap jumpscare got him, the popcorn littered pver tje floor from when he jumped a constant reminder of it
snuggling up to steven's warmth, wrapped cosily under a blanket as he hums and sings song in your ear
"steven?" "hm?" "your singing is so good" "thank you love, good enl4ugh to sing you to sleep?" and moments later his question is answered when he jhears soft snoring
steven literally swooning at every songle little thing you go
tracing the scars on his abdomen from the fights that marc got into
playing pranks on eachother
buying eacbpther the perfect gifts for eachother's birthdays and just crashing into a hug
sitting in a comfortable silence
steven collapsing into your arms and leaning on you as je cries ontonyour shoulder, rubbing his back as he rambles about how much je loves you and how perfect you are
being so absorbed in texting eachother that you both completely forget about the world for a bit
steven doodling you while you work
going on a date to a park with him, setting up a picnic and relaxing under a tree together, his head on your shoulder as he doses off
pet names naturally slipping out of his liuth
"yeah love?" "can you say that again dear?" "ive missed you darling!" "welcome home hun" "come here my love" "hey treasure can you help me with this?"
tickling him after he teases you for something
steven writing notes for you in hieroglyphics and sticking them around the house
seeing the mr knight costume for the first time snd trying to homd in laughter, he immediately gets flustered and embarrassing sp you panic and feel guilty
"you... you don't like it?" "huh! no! i didn't sau that love! you look great! it just caught me off guard" he immediately lights up, pulling of the mask and kisses you with a huge grin on his face, clearly proud of himself for conjuring the suit
sharing headphones wit him on the hus, listening to your joint playlist aned instantly grinning at eachother as your shared favourite song comes on
the two of you laughing so hard at something that steven did to the point where he can't control himself or gain his composure to explain
catching steven lovingly staring at you, he's sat right next t you so it couldn't be more obvious but his immediate flusteredness is adorable
"like what you see steven?" "i um- i- uh uh- i- y- yes!! a lot!!" and theen he just kinda facepalms as you burst lut laughing, but instantly melts when you tilt his head towards you, leaning over to kiss him tenderly
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Aaron T Proposing
Gen ;; Fluff - Story
Warnings ;; Fuck it's fluffy in here, bit of crying and whatnot
Proofread + Edited ;; Meh, not really
Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 4 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !! We're gonna have a little series within this countdown of 4*town proposals as well so that's fun :))
Enjoy !! <3
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It's been an odd day today, you muse to yourself as you wait for T to come back with the promised ice creams. You'd woken up, fully prepared to spend the day in the warmth and comfort of your bed when you were rudely stripped of your blankets and pulled out of your haven. If you didn't love T so much you would have absolutely destroyed him, but as it stands you do so you've placated yourself by the thought of getting petty revenge over the next couple of days instead.
You've been pushed and led in all different directions today and, honestly, it's beginning to wear you down. If you'd perhaps had some time to prepare yourself for a full day out you'd be feeling a little more enthusiastic but you still long for your bed and cuddles from your beloved partner, is that too much to ask?
You spot T weaving through the crowd to get back to you, cones in hand. A smile finds it way back onto your face, though smaller than you would normally be able to conjure. Still, you're never without a smile when T's around.
"Hello, sweet cheeks." T grins, passing you one of the cones.
"Never again. Glad to see you came back with my one true love."
At your words T feigns heartbreak, pushing his free hand into his chest as if to hold his heart together, "Oh, how you wound me!"
You roll your eyes and hide your smile behind the ice cream you've already begun to demolish. "For goodne- just eat, Aaron."
"Yes, my love. Absolutely, starlight. Anything for you, angel." T laughed freely ask he ducked out of the way of your hand. "Sorry, sorry."
After a couple minutes of laughter and chatter and of course ice cream, the two of you finish and T starts rambling about what else you can do in the day. Unfortunately, after such a long day filled with various activities and food you felt tired and ready to go home and broke the news to T. He looks a little disappointed for a second before brightening again and pulling you up for the final time.
"Let us maketh our way to our humble abode, lest I get pummelled by my dear lover." You wince at the rubbish attempt at a Shakespearean English accent and speed away from T in hopes of escaping it.
On the journey back to your home you find your eyes flicking over to T lots, way over the usual amount of glances you tend to steal. Not that you can help it, every time you look away he seems to move just slightly enough to catch your eye again.
You can feel yourself frowning and your eyebrows furrowing in concern. Ever since you asked to go home he's begun acting strangely.
..Have you upset him? You hope not, you just aren't feeling up to doing anything else today. All you want is to spend time with T in the comfort of your own home, with nothing to do and no one watching.
However, he was incredibly excited to spend the day with you but would he stay excited if you trudged along, ruining his plans with a growing grumpiness. No, going home was the best course of action..hopefully a lot of cuddles will make up for the foiled plans.
Once you get home, T rushes inside leaving you wide-eyed and confused, standing in the doorway. You close the door behind and make you way further into your home, stopping by the sofa as you watch T flip through movies on netflix.
Soon enough you're halfway through the 3rd movie in your marathon, happily commentating and poking fun at the characters choices. This is exactly what you wanted and you're so content, you never want to leave the encompassing warmth that both T and the sofa provide.
"I'm just saying, babe, if he'd grabbed the gun a little earlier maybe they wouldn't be in this situation." T explains to you, arms flinging around and gesturing, "I mean, what kind of idiot put his teammates in danger like that?"
You hum, nodding along with his argument "Right, I get your point but he the only opportunity he would have had to grab it earlier would've been when little miss love interest was getting ambushed. And, for the sake of the rest of the movie, they couldn't really have her die like that or this early. They also needed him to have his little knight in shining armour moment."
T frowns, "Still, he should've been more prepared. At this rate his while team is gonna die but that's alright, at least his wittle girlfwend will be okay."
You gasp dramatically, clutching your nonexistent pearls, "Are you saying you wouldn't save me in that situation?"
"Babe, done even try to put me in that "wOuLD yOu sTiLL loVe mE iF i wAS a wORm" kinda situation, I don't have the brain space to answer that right now." T makes his voice as high pitch as he can and starts wriggling on the sofa like a worm.
You burst out laughing, wheezes and snorts wracking your body as you watch "What- what the fuck, T?"
Looking back up at T immediately makes you crease again. "What? I didn't even do anything this time?" You try to answer but can't get the words out between your snorts and wheezes.
After what feels like hours and 3 ab workouts, you finally begin to calm down, your eyes watering enough to create a whole new river. You look up at T and find him watching you fondly, "What?"
"Marry me."
You eyes widen and you sit up straight, "I- what?"
T's eyes widen too, perhaps even more so than yours, and he starts panicking, over-gesturing with and awkward smile on his face "I mean, well, will you marry me? Would you like to? You- um, I feel like we should, or, uh, could, if you want to.. that is.. um.."
He looks up at you eyes, brimming with panicked, unshed tears and his smile quivers, "I didn't mean to, um, do it this way. Had a whole plan but um, yeah. What, um, what-"
You cut him of with a kiss on the cheeks and cover both of his hands with your own, tears of your own brimming in your eyes. "Yes."
You feel him squeeze your hands, a disbelieving smile begins to crack across T's face, "Wait, really?"
You nod, tears now spilling over and down your cheeks, "Without a doubt in my mind, I would be honoured to marry you, Aaron."
The biggest and brightest grin you've ever seen breaks out across all of T's face, lighting him up with a kind of happiness you've never seen before. "Thank you!"
You smile just as brightly in return. "Don't Thank me, it's an honour to be your fiance, not a hard decision."
You throw your arms around his shoulders and squeeze him tightly, never wanting to let go. When his arms wrap around you in return your smile grows even wider. You've never been happier.
"Oh fuck, I left the ring in my coat."
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kirstlander · 7 months
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I was tagged by the wonderful @likesummerrainn tysm <33 Post ten of comfort movies and tag ten people. Also these are in no particular order.
The Mummy (1999) This is THE ultimate comfort movie for me and my favourite movie of all time. There are no downsides: the cast, the action, the soundtrack chef's kiss. I've lost count of the amount of times I've seen this but it's been on the regular since I was six so take that as you will. Also, the first time I saw this movie, I had a really bad fever and hallucinated the scarab beetles were chasing me.
2. The Mummy Returns A solid sequel, lots of fun, and so much more Ardeth. He truly was on one of my first loves. Really set the scene for future Kirsty to develop a Type.
3. Howl's Moving Castle My first Ghibli film! Do I 100% understand the plot of this movie? No but that's irrelevant. Stunning and so beautiful. Every time I hear the music I feel so safe and happy. I recently watched this on a flight from Prague to Amsterdam and had the best time.
4. Overlord A weird tradition where I often watch this when I get ill. It's an intense horror movie set in world war two and there's nazi zombies. Non-stop action right from the beginning. Also made me fall in love with Wyatt Russell a wee bit.
5. Insidious Saw this in the cinema when it first came out and it was like they made a horror movie exactly how I would make it. It's not perfect but it's really fun and I love the aesthetic.
6. The Conjuring I think at this point we can establish the fact that Patrick Wilson is a babe. Again, very easy and fun and I love the dynamic of a husband and wife ghost hunting team that love and look after each other.
7. The Lost Boys Do I know this off by heart? Yes. Top tier vampire movie and incredible soundtrack. There is nothing bad about this movie other than it ends. I had the biggest crush on Alex Winter because of this movie (and still do let's be real). Thanks to my mum for showing me it when I was little.
8. Rocknrolla I went through a weird period in 2015-2016 during my last year of uni where I would watch this movie constantly. I think it became a genuine hyper fixation as a result of stress and keeping on top of my academic work and dissertation so it became a "safe" movie. Underhyped Guy Ritchie movie.
9. Pride and Prejudice True love is real. The soundtrack, the cinematography, the yearning, the hands!! Ugh, I love it so much.
10. Lara Croft: Tomb Raider (2001) You cannot tell me this movie is not good. I wanted to be Lara so bad (and still kinda do). I think people look down on this because they're seeing it from a more modern lens but it's really fun and FEELS like a Tomb Raider movie. It still holds up tbh.
Okay so I don't think I'm going to tag anyone just because I've been tagging people quite a lot recently and don't want to bother anyone! However, if you do want to do this, PLEASE DO and tag me so I can see because it would be so much fun to see what other people have put.
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onedivinemisfit · 1 year
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Tagged by @longagoitwastuesday oh boy can we trust my long-term memory on this 🤣
Top ten favorite films;
- Lord of The Rings Trilogy (yes they all count as one fight me)
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- Godzilla. Just the one from 2014, the later ones can choke on a dick.
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- Arsenic and Old Lace. No idea where I first came across it, but wow. Masterpiece.
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- Ronja Robbersdaughter, again version-specific; the swedish production from the 70s. I grew up with that one, no other adaptation can compare
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- Disney’s Fantasia 1940
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- Name of the Rose. A rare occasion where I love the film despite not being a completely true adaptation. Then again, is such a thing even possible at all
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- The Conjuring franchise (minus the side movies they suck lol) def my kind of comfort watch
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- The Prince of Egypt. Every art student’s fave
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- Princess Mononoke. Again, An Art.
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- Skulle det dukke opp flere lik, er det bare å ringe (translation: Should more corpses show up, you need only call) norwegian comedy classic from 1970. The building cleaning lady drives people up the wall as she goes about trying to solve murders where the bodies keep on disappearing.
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Tagging: @jhalya and @ccprovolomies but if you wanna do this, just pretend I tagged you for it :3
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abbysbicepsss · 1 year
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my actual actual favorite horror movie is any of the conjuring ones like it’s comforting for me 😭 i also fw the annabelle movies
Ughhhh yes the first conjuring is soooo good and I’ll watch any of the other ones from the franchise as well. My least favorite is the nun though </3
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cyborg-franky · 1 year
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I’m sorry your day didn’t start out good and I hope it got better. Comfort shows are a definite yes. Which one were you watching if you don’t mind me asking? I also like turning the temperature down to freezing (more so than usual because I prefer the cold) so that I have an excuse to grab my weighted blanket, a squishmellow, and heat up chocolate milk. And watch a comfort show ofc. It makes me feel sleepy and if I’m asleep I don’t have to think abt my problems. Easy solution. It also makes me feel safe. I don’t know if thats the experience for everyone but I hope you got to experience that today. Because you’re a wonderful person who deserves it simply cause you exist. Also. I’ve been meaning to watch a horror movie but I’ve just been so swamped with work these last two weeks. I was thinking abt watching Smile. Have you heard of it? It just came out and I’ve heard it’s great but like at the same time not to go watch it if you’re in a bad head space so like I’m 50/50 on it. Do you have an spooky movie recs oh amazing Franky? Sorry this got so long I didn’t even realize I was rambling. Anyways I hope you feeling better soon and just a reminder that you’re an amazing and wonderful person who deserves to rest and that everyone had their off days! *sends many comforting virtual hugs*
- virtual hug anon
Thank you for the sweet message, you are always a total bean. You make me feel like maybe I do deserve it <3 I was watching Final Destination 4 [The Nazcar one] and later I watched JIGSAW. Yeah I just keep having a few bad days recently, like bad weeks but I am trying to get my ass into a better headspace and finish everything I need to. I am thankfully not behind on deadlines.
Horror is one of those things I can scream about for ages. I was a journalist for years and I covered a lot of horror related things. I used to get press passes to Gaming cons and comic cons to go and play the new horror games, check out new and up coming things, talk to guests who'd been in horror roles.
So I could talk about it for ages.
I am very behind on anything new that has come out, I think I said somewhere that the newest horror thing I have seen is Netflix's new Resident Evil show [The live action one not the CGI things] and it was pretty good.
My top horror movies, regardless of how good they are.. SO many movies undercut
The Skeleton Key Dog Soldiers [Fave movie of all time tbh] Dawn Of The Dead [2000s remake] The Hills Have Eyes [2000s remake] The Descent Thirteen Ghosts Final Destination [first 3 are good the rest are ridiculous fodder but still fun] Battle Royale [Also the best book I have ever read] Circle HUSH PULSE [American remake actually, yeah I know] The Autopsy of Jane Doe Insidious - The Last Key The Ring [Japanese] The Grudge [Japanese] STAY ALIVE [dumb, so dumb but I love] SAW [Torture porn or not the first saw was ground breaking and well written, it broke boundaries] Veronika [Veronica?] REC [Spanish] The Ritual The Woman In Black The Conjuring The Mist Event Horizon The Ruins Nightmare On Elmstreet [Orginals] CUBE As Above So Below CAM SHUTTER [Japanese of American, both are good] DARK WATER [Japanese] The Eye [Japanese] Afflicted We Are What We Are The Last House On The Left [2000s remake] The Thing [Both the 80s and 2000s one is good] Dog House [Horror/Comedy] Severance [Horror/Comedy] Land Of The Dead [2000s Remake] THEM Old [It's a M.Night but it's pretty clever/intense] Alien [The first one] Spiral - From The Book Of Saw [It's pretty good, alot of people will shit on it but if you don't want a typical SAW it's good] HOWL Escape Room [first only] The Purge [ANYTHING other then the first one is pretty good, just skip the first one and enjoy the rest.] EXTE [Japanese horror comedy, a fucking wild ride] The Happiness Of The Katakuris [Japanese, musical, horror, comedy] Hill House [TV Show] Frozen [The horror movie, please] What Lies Beneath Before I Awake SINISTER Just a tip if anyone says Cabin In The Woods if their fave horror they didn't get the point of the satire. take a shot for every horror movie thats one word or starts with THE.
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paintedloves · 1 month
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hello earth-lings! my name is thea, an INFP who goes by she/her pronouns and a scorpio who is already on her legal age.
read this first!
i do not welcome anyone who follows me without any consent or following me first, unless — i have replied to your friendship offer before, you already asked me for a permission to follow me first, or i have known you before on my other account. anyone who does not fit these criteria will be soft-blocked.
fun facts about me:
i’m a huge fan of movies, especially thriller, crime, true crime documentaries, mystery, horror, comedy, action-comedy, romance and romcom. some of my favorite movies are coraline, mean girls, white chicks, clueless, 21 jump street, baywatch, red notice, legally blonde, black swan, the conjuring universe, robert langdon franchise, kong skull island, the notebook, a walk in the clouds, fifty shades trilogy and before trilogy.
other than that, i also love watching cartoons and barbie films. some of my favorite cartoons are oggy and the cockroaches, tom and jerry and spongebob. for barbie films, my favorite is barbie princess charm school. the others are barbie the princess and the pop star, barbie in a mermaid tale, barbie and the three musketeers, barbie a fairy secret and barbie in the pink shoes.
i adore rapunzel so much, my forever favorite disney princess. tmi, i even sang the theme song of rapunzel's movie, "i see the light" for a school project, and it has been one of my favorite song ever since i was a kid.
i'm a huge fan of mcu, my favorite mcu character is loki (my fav ever since i was little, i literally cried so hard at the cinema when he d word at avangers infinity war), other than him i also like eric killmonger, thor, hela, spiderman (tobey maguire ver), phoenix, professor x, quicksilver and magneto. for mcu movies/series i like avangers endgame, all thor movies, black panther, x-men apocalypse and the loki series.
i watch youtube literally everyday, my comfort youtubers are kennedy walsh (loml), sydney serena, thewizardliz, nessie judge (i love her true crime contents so much) and ozley asmr.
i’m a huge fan of cooking shows! some of my favorites are kitchen nightmares, hell’s kitchen, and master chef. these shows mostly feature gordon ramsay and i really love his shows, beside those 3 cooking shows i also enjoy watching his other tv show called hotel hell.
i love listening to music and my favorite singers and bands are avril lavigne (i listen to her music since i was in elementary school), taylor swift, troye sivan, melanie martinez, olivia rodrigo, the marias and iron maiden (yes. i love metal songs. so much.)
i also like kpop, the groups that i stan are blackpink, red velvet, twice, ive, g-idle, wayv, nct, exo, the boyz and riize. let me tell you my ults! my ults are lisa (my forever favorite girlie), seulgi, irene, nayeon, wonyoung, miyeon, ten, sehun, juyeon and wonbin. for soloists, i like iu, sunmi, bibi and hyewon.
i’m also a bookworm, i love reading books so so so much! some of my favorite books are call me by your name by andré aciman, love and gelato by jenna evans welch, kisses and croissants by anne-sophie jouhanneau, the love hypothesis by ali hazelwood, the notebook by nicholas sparks, the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde and twisted series by ana huang.
i really love and adore animals! i love dogs and cats so much! i own 4 dogs, they have been my friends for 10 years (and still counting) now. there is also a cat that always come to my grandparents’ house everyday, and i called her “meng” and i usually play with her every week.
more about me, i fancy high fashion (i love talking about designer handbags and i also tweet and retweet a lot of stuffs about fashion so i hope you’re okay with it), makeup, art, hot choco, coffee (i drink coffee literally everyday, so “no coffee no me”)
i love snoopy so so so much, i also love sanrio too. guess who's my favorite sanrio character(s)? yup, it's cinnamoroll, kuromi, my melody, wish me mell and cogimyun.
some things that i hate are cockroaches, hot weather (i hate being sweaty), thunderstorms, math (big no big ew), homework (disgusting), matcha, taro, mint choco, overly sweet foods and spicy foods.
dnf list:
fits basic dni criteria.
hates or anti any of my ults.
likes to join fanwar.
lgbtqphobic.
account that contains heavy nsfw or gore contents.
problematic.
salty.
-16 or +27 users.
extra notes:
if somehow you make me feel uncomfortable with you, i will soft-block you. no hard feelings.
i’m very very very slow on dms, i don’t open my dms too often (i never, actually, sorry woopsie) so if you have something important to say to me, please do mention me on timeline and ask me to check on your dm.
i usually tweet in english and bahasa, but please note that english is not my first language. so i hope you can understand if there is grammatical errors, feel free to correct me nicely.
please do not private qrt me (it causes me extreme anxiety). also, if i ever made any mistake feel free to knock on my dm or send me a message on retrospring anytime to educate me.
do not hesitate to reach out to me first if you want to be friends, i'm always open to those who wants to start a friendship with me.
take notes!
i clean my followers often to maintain a small circle, so if i feel like you rarely interact with me or barely seen on timeline, i will soft-block you. no hard feelings.
lastly, thank you so much for taking some time to read this, i really appreciate it. i hope this will help you to get to know me more.
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box-dwelling · 1 year
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Day 4: The Conjuring 2
As I said in the last one there's been some illness. So as I was in a lot of pain this evening and as I was feeling sorry for myself and I got to pick the movie, I knew it had to be something I'd seen before and it had to be a comfort movie. So I chose this bad boy which is the ultimate of My Trash. I first say this on my own on the cinema and it's just as much fun there as it is cuddling up with @ungulatejunction on the couch. This is very much a film you can either put on in the background or give your whole attention too.
So this film has problems. I am aware that the based one a true story gimmick is questionable, I am aware that Ed and Lorraine Warren were controversial figures. I am also aware that this film is about as much catholic properganda as my the average Pureflix movie. Not only is the Bible treated as fact and the only way of killing demons, that visions from god are real and correct and will save your husband from being impaled, it's also kinda implied that Billy is a ghost because he's an atheist? Yes that's all weird but I don't care. This is my trash and I love it.
I do kinda hate that this is a Conjuring MovieTM because I generally hate the cinematic universe trend. But to me, this is to this franchise what Thor Ragnarok is to the MCU. You will pry it from my cold dead hands.
So why is it that I like it so much? In short, it does what it does very well and it's charming as hell as it does it. There are shots and scares from this movie that are burned into my mind in both fear and marvelment. The scene where the tend collapses to show a silloette, the cross room inverting, out if focus Janet slowly morphing into Billy in an extended long shot, the god damn toy train. These are fucking masterful. But just as much as I remember the scares, I remember the quiet bonding moments too. I can't help falling in love with you is from this movie first in my mind, the kids are just genuinely charming and cute which not all horror movie kids are. It was a great decision to make Janet be uncreepy in her down time. To instead have her be scared and vunerable and reaching out for help from the only adults who seem to understand her, it's just so fucking sugary and wholesome and it warms my god damn heart every time I see it. And it invests me! I want these kids to be ok. I want they're over worked but loving mum to be ok.
This leads to the other big reason I love this film but this is a deep ymmv. I adore that this film is set in England the way it is. The house is insanely realistic. It's maybe a little grimier but it genuinely looks like basically every house I've ever visited here. And that lends an aura of both fear and authentistity, but also sympathy. These aren't a rich family in a mantion, they're a poor family who can't move because of the bureaucracy of council housing. That's real shit. It raises the stakes and it makes them more human.
Artistic merit: 2/10- there's talent absolutely but it still reaks too much of the Cinematic universe soulessness.
Scares: 9/10- this film is one of the reasons I score horror films this way because it's is amazing at this and that need to be recognised. it's maybe not nightmare fuel but it's got some good ass scares
Atmosphere: 3/10: it is a very good atmosphere if you are British, but I don't think that alone deserves to give it a high overall score
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henqtic · 3 years
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Can you do a draco x reader with us watching a film and reader saying how they’re crushing over a certain character
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pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader
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authors note: just pretend that the battle of hogwarts never happened— that event ruins everything :/ and thanks for requesting !! it made me get a lot more inspiration to finish my other wips <3
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masterlist. // taglist form. // request more works.
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the room smelled of freshly buttered popcorn, soft drinks, and unhealthy snacks and for the same reason the night celebration was in place, strong mint gum. tonight was cleared, a time for you and draco to just relax, cuddle up within each other and have a break from everything going around.
the years after graduating a boarding school were life changing, even wizards themselves who could conjure up almost anything they’d ever want or possibly dream of but still, it was the time of realization for who and what you wanted to be.
and yes, there were the newts but they didn’t help much once you really got a look into the real world. many had found a passion in something that seemed wondrous— more fun. traveling and exploring the world, maybe even discovering more mystical creatures that hadn’t been learned in a simple care of magical creatures class and weren't seen in their own time because their parents didn't have the resources.
and some were set on everything but those test scores, a family business awaiting their sole airs take over and draco well, he was a part of that some. and surprisingly enough, even after all that time and all of those expectations set on him to live up to and stay in his family standard, he didn’t, and it was much to your encouragement.
his interest in healing sprung up in his last year of schooling coming to the conclusion that he’d been a prejudiced bully— not that he hadn’t already known that but, of course he did. but once he was left with less than five friends and a girlfriend who was steadily distancing herself further and further away from him, it set in.
so that’s where it started, him identifying nearly all of his mistakes and attempting to heal what had been broken relationships— which most never really did. but it was a change, and a good one at that, it brought him an inner joy, not for the factor of him getting things out of it like you wanting to be in his company more often but that he was mending the seemingly unfixable things.
it made him want to do that and not run a stuffy business that didn't do much but treat their workers poorly and customers even worse so he turned to medicine. observing how so many things lined up with potions, adding the right amount of this, and crushing that up the right way, to make a final product. a product that would soon heal the injured and bring a great smile to both of their faces.
but what he hadn’t realized was that being a healer took time and hard work— almost unusual to someone like him, being constantly handled things and easy ways out but with this, there was no fast tracking or getting anywhere if you didn’t have the right skill set or talents.
so to say he wasn’t ready for it would be a wrong statement. but to say he was exhausted, completely drained of all energy would be completely right. even after all of your cheering on, reminding him that it was only a few more months of studying and one big more test until he’d get to know if he earned his title of healer malfoy.
and usually, that worked, but after tonight after taking that so called big test, his mind was racked with anxiousness. if he didn’t pass, his father would be on his back, telling him how it was a waste of money and how he should've listened to him to that you’d even be disappointed in him— unlikely but as said before, there was nothing but anxious thoughts and anxious scenarios coming through.
so it was painfully clear that your natural remedies wouldn’t work, countless amount of neck kisses and back rubs and muscle soothing not sufficing so you both agreed on the last thing you couldn’t think about, a simple night with the television on, just in each other’s company to try and get his mind off of things—
“you said this was a muggle film, correct?” he called out for confirmation, eyeing the packaging of the movie you called.. the titanic?
“mhm, one of my favorite movies, i just know you’ll love it,” you said from the other side of the living room with a wide smile on your face, near close to beating a cheshire cats. the movie itself was beautiful, you couldn’t lie, the directing and acting brought tears to your eyes almost every time you watched it.
but there was ‘something’ else that could bring tears to your eyes, a gazing stare at the screen whenever his parts would come on.
draco handed you the plastic, allowing you to remove the disk and insert it into the dvd player. you quickly made your way back into the make shift bed made out of blankets and pillows and once the black screen turned green, copyrighted warnings started, you tucked yourself into his awaiting arms.
“why’d you say you loved this again?” he asked for the second time, limbs wrapped around your body as you searched for a response.
“umm, really eye catching.”
and yeah, of course, you were comfortable with him, growing up going to the same school for months at a time and then dating for a good fraction of those years. there was also the memory of a night where you two tirelessly played a game of dare or dare, multitudes of dares coming both your ways to say the most embarrassing, weird, or even azkaban worthy things you’ve done.
but it was something else telling him that you were crushing over a fictional character— who wasn’t even that since the story was true but you were crushing on the actor of that said fictional character that you had no chance with and that, well it was something better left unsaid.
and as it went on, he could see that too, the way your eyes were stuck onto the screen the other blonde was in frame— on the break of amusing how’d the only time your attention would shift is when he’d reach you another piece of popcorn, you offering a grateful smile before focusing back.
your mouth was slightly agape, opening for another piece just how the rhythm had been going, him eating one, him feeding you one, him eating one and so on but now he was beating it further and further away from before your body eventually gave up, falling on his chest.
“hey, why’d you that?” you groaned, annoyed that you were now looking at him from below instead of watching the film.
“why’d you say you picked this again?” his eyes were narrowed down at you, a sly smirk in place. you moved around, trying to remember your excuse and hide the growing smile arising to your face.
“I already told you, it’s eye catching.”
“no,no,no, who’s eye catching?” he asked again, this time correcting himself in order to get a more truthful response. you let out a half embarrassed, half astonished laugh before answering—
“if i tell you, you can’t laugh.” all he did was raise his eyebrows at you, positioning you on his lap, signaling for you to go on with two taps of his finger on your thighs.
“okay well—” you paused, a loss of words and a huff following, “all i’m saying is if jack were to run me over... i’d be the one to apologize.”
your tone of seriousness only made the barks of laughter from the boy underneath you louder, a small pout coming on your face as a response trying to not end up laughing at yourself—
“jack, are you serious? he’s one of the most basic people i’ve seen,” he said through breaths of air, slight tones of jealousy coming out making your head turn in feign sympathy.
“you do know that i’m dating you, right?”
“yea and what’s that supposed to mean?”
“your eyes are blue and hair is blonde and you’re the typical skinny wh—” you started, responding to his defensiveness in the best way possible.
“it sounds like you’re just describing him.” point completely missed. “and so what, what could a fictional character do for you that i couldn’t?” he asked with a smirk, your face saying nothing but unfazed and unamused.
“fine even though if you were listening you'd know that he’s not completely fictional, but everything. would you ever go down with me on an unsinkable ship and then let me survive only the door we could find?” you asked, sighing after like it’d been a dream of yours.
“no. love, take this as me caring for you but i don’t think we’d sink on an unsinkable ship— it’s in the name.”
“were you not listening? and stop, it’s romantic, don’t ruin this for me,” you scolded, lightly hitting his arm.
“they both could’ve gotten on, jack just wasn’t the brightest. and would you really rather date someone that daft over me?” his nose scrunched to further show his disgust, your scoff not failing to sound after.
“know what, if you were a fictional character, no one would like you.”
“sure, i bet i’d have at least two hundred of you treating me like him.” the smugness in his tone was apparent than ever. you loved him, more than anything in the world but, he wasn’t much compared to jack dawson. 
and then came the other obstacle, there not being a valid way to prove to someone like him, with such an inflated ego that no one would like a fictional character version of him. and when you repeated that, he was extremely butt hurt, still allowing his arms to reopen for you to snuggle back in.
single moments passed, another film starting to ease the argument before he spitefully grumbled, “i’d have people all over me.”
“no you wouldn’t!” you whisper shouted back tilting your head up to see his pouting face. 
“yes I would, don’t doubt me—”
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I have a request. :) What if coops were watching a scary movie together and Sirius is getting actually scared so he is just trying not to watch and cuddle into Remus instead. But he is too embarrassed to ask Remus to turn it off so he just tries to suffer through it. You can decide if you want Remus to notice and turn it off and comfort him or not. Thank you for all of your amazing writing!
This is such a cute ask, and lots of fun to write! Thanks for suggesting it <3 Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Hattie is mine!
TW for mentioned blood and gore (in the movie) and general fear
“That’s a lot of blood,” Remus remarked.
Personally, Sirius thought that was a bit of an understatement considering the gorefest happening on the screen, but he had been terrified into silence twenty minutes before and simply nodded in response.
The shrieking, wailing, and rending of various body parts continued. Hattie whined and buried her nose further into the small of his back. Smart girl, Sirius thought, cuddling just slightly closer to Remus’ side. The horror movie had been a last-minute, pick something or we’ll both be frustrated decision—now, an hour into the worst television experience of his life, he regretted every choice he had made that led them to this spot.
He turned to place a kiss just below Remus’ ear. If it also served to hide his face from the literal demonic entity that just popped out of nowhere…well, that was nobody’s business but his own. “Hey, I’m kinda tired,” he mumbled, though every nerve was alight with fear and he wasn’t sure his eyelids would ever shut again.
“Oh?” Remus kept his gaze on the screen. I love you, but you confuse and terrify me.
“Mhmm. How much is left?”
Remus picked up the remote; half a second before he paused, one of the lead characters got fucking stabbed in the back by something that had not been there mere moments earlier. Sirius jolted, stifling a shout of surprise. Remus remained absolutely still. “Whew, that was a good one,” he said mildly as Sirius struggled to regain control of his stuttering heartbeat. “Just under fifty minutes left.”
Why am I doing this? Sirius wondered internally. I have nothing to prove.
“The effects are pretty impressive, huh?”
Sirius hummed vague assent.
“No CGI or anything. Pretty cool.”
“No, yeah, definitely.”
Bones weren’t supposed to do that. Kids certainly weren’t supposed to bend like that. Sirius’ mouth was drier than desert sand and he gave up on dignity, squishing himself as close as possible under the safe haven of Remus’ arm. “The, uh—” Remus was interrupted by a blood-curdling scream that froze Sirius from the inside out. He cleared his throat. “The—I heard the director has been trying to make this for ages. It was in the newspaper last week and everything.”
“Was it?” Sirius’ voice sounded weak even to his own ears.
“Uh-huh.” Please keep talking, please keep talking, please keep talking. “Sorry, I’m probably ruining this for you.”
“No, you’re all good.” You are the only thing keeping me from crawling under the blankets with the dog.
They lapsed back into silence and Sirius squeezed his eyes shut as what was left of the main group turned their backs to the basement. The creepy-ass door was going to open—yep, there’s the creak—and then they were going to go down the rickety staircase, and then everyone was either going to die or be traumatized for life. No matter how formulaic it was, Sirius still felt ice trickle down his spine.
The next forty-five minutes passed at a glacial pace. More blood than Sirius could have imagined spattered the set, and he had stopped trying to follow the plot entirely so he could zone out instead. “Ready for bed?” Remus asked as the credits rolled, sounding entirely unfazed. Hattie crawled into their laps with a soft snuffle. “Oh, lovey, were you scared?”
Yes. “Poor thing,” Sirius cooed with as much control as he could muster, lifting her up to hide his shaky arms. Remus ducked into the kitchen to put away the popcorn bowl; as soon as he was out of earshot, Sirius leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You and me both, ma petite. You’re sleeping on the bed with us tonight.”
“What?” Remus called from the kitchen.
“Oh, nothing.” He set Hattie down. “I’ll be upstairs when you’re done.”
Sirius made it to the base of the staircase, then paused. The hallway at the top was dark; fear prickled the back of his neck. There’s no such thing as demons, he told himself, grabbing the bannister. His palms were sweating. Nothing to be afraid of. “Honey?”
“Merde!” he yelped, letting go as if it had burned him.
Remus gave him a look of alarm. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just—” He flailed a hand around, pulse pounding in his throat. “Just thought I saw a spider. Startled me.”
“…alright.”
He turned the lights on as soon as they reached the landing. Sirius had never been so grateful for the power of modern electricity. The hall was just as they had left it, looking ridiculously normal and unthreatening—embarrassment reddened his cheeks as he changed into his pajamas. Scared of your own house? Really?
Well, that wasn’t quite true—he wasn’t scared of the house itself, just the murderous entities that may or may not be living in the dryer vents. That was all.
He was feeling better until Remus turned the lights off and slipped into bed beside him, leaning over for a ‘goodnight’ kiss. “Sleep well, baby,” he said, resting his temple on Sirius’ shoulder.
“Love you.”
The trees swaying outside looked like long, bony fingers; if he concentrated, he could hear low weeping in the wind. Sirius felt an irrational fear rise when he tried to close his eyes and focus on Remus’ slow breaths—what if he woke up and there was something in the doorway? What if he had nightmares? What if his fear wasn’t irrational at all, and there was an omen he was missing—
“Sirius?”
“Yeah?” he whispered back.
Remus hesitated, then exhaled through his nose. “Can we turn the light on?”
“Oh, thank fuck,” Sirius said around a sigh of relief. “Yes. Also, please never suggest a horror movie ever again.”
“I hate them,” Remus confessed as they sat up. “I saw a commercial for The Conjuring in seventh grade and had nightmares for two full months.”
“Why did you recommend it?”
“I thought you liked them!”
“I was about to hide under the couch!” Sirius laughed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “Mon dieu, that was the w—holy shit!”
The fuzzy thing under his foot made a high-pitched noise and moved; Sirius scrambled back with a strangled shout, nearly toppling them both over the other side. Remus clung to him as they both shrieked in sheer panic until the only sound was their heavy breathing. The shadow by the edge of the bed shifted again, then whined.
Sirius groaned, releasing his death grip. “Really, Hat Trick?”
“You’re kidding.”
“Viens ici.” He patted the side of the bed and the blob of inky black hopped up, then settled at the foot of the bed with an indignant huff. “Did I step on you?”
Hattie grumbled and stretched her long body across the mattress. Remus turned the bedside lamp on, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. “Well, that was mortifying.”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep, but I don’t really want to go back downstairs.”
Remus laid on his back and held out his arms. “Cuddles?”
“You read my mind.”
They snuggled up to each other as tight as they could, leaving only a sliver of space between their bodies as Hattie warmed their feet. Sirius kissed the top of Remus’ head once before closing his eyes once more; they laid in silence for a moment longer, then let out twin sighs as he pulled the covers all the way up to their necks to create a cocoon of warmth and safety. The soft glow of the lamp chased away the shadows, and within a few minutes he fell into a dreamless sleep.
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