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Hi! I am girlnextmorgue but you can call me morg (they/them, dyke, 19). This is my super secret fanfic blog where nobody knows my true identity... heh. I don't write much anymore and unfortunately i archived a lot of my posts (mainly creepypasta) due to my not necessarily agreeing with those characterizations anymore... but i still have them i pinky promise!!!!

I don't know how often i will write here, because truth be told i don't have much free time to do so, but when i feel like posting something i will. If you have an ask or something please do send it in! I may not seem very active but i check my notifications once every two days at the very least, so i will definitely respond.

The only thing i ask is that you do not interact with my blog if you call yourself proship/profic. I am simply not comfortable with having you here and if you send me an ask about it i will either block you or not respond.

Ok thank you bye!

PS my ao3 is here!!!!!

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had a beautiful epiphany for a helen fic . coming soon

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i promise u guys that it's coming it's just takign longer than expected.... i will not disappoint!

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Me when i lie

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I don’t really go here anymore mostly because I have little desire to publish fanfic rn, but like as an adult that enjoys “real” horror I think you all need to remember that the Creepypasta fandom is rooted in cringe fan content… You can involve yourself in your own circle of the fandom that caters more to what you want without shitting on what is literally the norm fandom culture for Creepypasta …

Also “real horror fan” get over yourself dawg. Remember your roots. If you weren’t making or reading xreader fanfiction or headcanons as your introduction to this fandom then I don’t think that you have the credibility to be talking about what you think it “should” look like

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had a beautiful epiphany for a helen fic . coming soon

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i promise u guys that it's coming it's just takign longer than expected.... i will not disappoint!

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heyy i updated my pinned btw ! please read :P

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had a beautiful epiphany for a helen fic . coming soon

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do u guys know of any good helen x readers... starved for content but too busy to make my own atm

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i j caught maybe one of the most embarrassing mistakes ive ever made when writing... as someone who is very judgy and particular about the things i read (not that i can really be choosy in the creepypasta fandom because most of the fic nowadays is either crazy porn (like noncon or weird stuff... i am not a fan of sa fics!!!) or poorly written stuff by the next generation of crp fans (go for it young ones.... i am rooting for u)) BUT as i was saying as someone who is VERY particular when it comes to my fics it was just very embarrassing to see that because like damn girl i was not paying attention. and i HATE when people dont pay attention to their writing

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The Evil Dead (1981)

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Something big is coming (from me) (btw)

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Hiii just posting to gauge how many people actively see my posts/follow me ... I wanna run a poll but I wanna make sure I have people to actually vote on it yk...

do you see this ?

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Helen Otis x Reader: All Good Things To Those Who Wait

Guess who's back with another Helen fic ... Hi. Sorry I couldn't help myself and had to write another one sooo thar she blows. This is part 3 of a series that I may or may not continue ... you can find the previous parts here (1 and 2) and you can find the postings I have on AO3 here!! That's all enjoy ok

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It was late, one o’clock, maybe one thirty in the morning. The vast majority of those that had been occupying the living room had long since retired to their rooms, choosing the comfort of their own beds over restless sleep and neck pain in the morning. The real movie night was long over, but two remained, nestled in opposite corners of the loveseat. 

The movie of choice was The Silence of the Lambs, per (Y/N)’s request. It’d been fourth on the roster (watch order warfare was not something that (Y/N) was going to willingly involve themselves with) and they were determined to see it through. 

Helen was half asleep on his side of the couch. He’d meant to stay awake for the whole movie, he really had, but spending time in a roomful of idiots had sapped all of his energy. So he dozed off, his elbow propped on the armrest to keep his head from dropping. 

(Y/N), however, was awake and alert as Buffalo Bill shouted down at his captive, though they were not paying much attention to the screen at all. How could they, with Helen next to them? They’d already seen the movie anyhow, and despite it being one of their favorites it’d really just become more of an excuse to spend some time with him. 

But now he was basically asleep, which would not do at all. 

“Helen.” (Y/N) called quietly, a halfhearted attempt at rousing him. He didn’t stir. They tried again.

“Helen.” Still nothing.

They gave up on trying for a bit, opting to just stare at him before trying to wake him up again. Helen was one of the most gorgeous people (Y/N) had ever laid eyes on; this was something they had been sure of since the day they’d met him. But he looked a little different when he was asleep. When he was awake, his eyebrows were usually furrowed in anger or annoyance (or sometimes concern) and his mouth was usually turned downwards in a pout. Now, he looked relaxed and at peace, a blanket tossed over his shoulders to keep him warm. (Y/N) wondered what he might be dreaming about.

Suddenly, they had an idea. A devious grin spread across (Y/N)’s face as they scooted as close to Helen as possible without disturbing him. They leaned over him carefully, trying not to get distracted by just how close their face was to his face. Placing their lips near his ear, (Y/N) blew.

Helen jolted up in surprise, the side of his head smacking (Y/N) square in the nose. They fell onto their back dramatically, laughing as they held their nose with one hand. 

“Sorry! Sorry… Are you okay?” They asked from where they lay, still in a fit of giggles. 

Helen glared daggers at them, blue eyes narrowed and lips drawn in a taught frown. If only he knew the things that look did to (Y/N)... 

“What the hell did you do that for?” He spat, rubbing the side of his head as he kept eye contact with them. 

(Y/N)’s grin turned from cheeky to sheepish. They felt small under his gaze, but not really in a bad way. Something in their chest fluttered. “You fell asleep…”

“And you couldn’t have woken me up in a normal way?”

“I tried…!” They said defensively, still avoiding eye contact and mumbling the next part so that they wouldn’t be heard, “You just look really hot when you’re all mad at me…”

Helen’s angry expression morphed into a confused one. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing! Nothing.” (Y/N) sat upright, scrambling to change the subject. “Your head. Does it still hurt? Let me see.” They shifted closer to him again, gently grabbing his wrist so they could move it from where he still held his head. 

“It’s-” Helen was about to protest (he had no idea what they’d be able to do about a bruise on his head) until he felt (Y/N)’s fingers in his hair, lightly touching the spot where he’d hit their nose. His breath hitched.

“Does that hurt?” They asked quietly, looking him in the eye. 

Helen struggled to find words for a moment. When he finally did, his voice cracked. “N-no.” 

“M’kay…” (Y/N) hummed, their eyes flitting back to where their hand sat in his hair. They ran their fingers through his hair for real, and he had to restrain himself from leaning into their touch.

“You have really nice hair, y’know. It’s soft.” They complimented, retracting their hand and looking at him again. Their faces were close, and Helen swallowed thickly at the proximity. “Real pretty, too.”

“You think my hair’s… pretty?” Helen asked, his face burning. He silently thanked whatever god there was that the only light in the room came from the long forgotten TV. The last thing he wanted was for (Y/N) to see the kind of effect they were having on him. 

“I think you’re pretty, dumbass.” (Y/N) responded matter-of-factly. 

Helen let out a choked noise, taken aback by the sudden confession. “What.”

(Y/N) furrowed their eyebrows, seemingly unphased by their own admission. “Dude. Do you not see yourself?”

“You…? You think I’m pretty?” Helen was dumbfounded. It felt like all of his wildest dreams were coming true and that he was going to die at the same time. He’d never been called pretty before; maybe only as an insult from an old school bully or even Jeff, but the way (Y/N) said it made his heart flutter and his head feel light.

“Um, yes?” (Y/N) answered like it was obvious. “I mean, come on, you’ve got this gorgeous hair, the loveliest eyes I’ve ever looked into, and uh, your lips, well, uh…” (Y/N) trailed off, eyes trained on Helen’s lips. They reached up to graze his jaw with their fingers lightly, looking into his eyes again. There was no going back now. “Uh, this is stupid, probably, but, can I?”

Helen sucked in a shaky breath, something that was not lost on (Y/N). “Look, we don’t have to, if-”

“I want you to.” He cut them off hastily, a hint of desperation in his voice. (Y/N) would have kissed him stupid right then if they hadn’t felt the need to tease him about it. They smiled mischievously. “Want me to what?”

“(Y/N)-”

“I won’t do it unless you say what you want.”

And Helen really must’ve been desperate, because he conceded almost immediately. “Kiss me. Please.” 

“Fuck. I guess I will, then.” (Y/N) mumbled, leaning in carefully. Their lips brushed his for a moment before they kissed him for real, one hand cupping his face and the other moving to rest at his waist. 

Helen’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt their lips on his, hands hovering nervously at their hips. (Y/N)’s lips were slightly chapped (probably because they chewed at them all the time). Helen didn’t mind. The kiss was a chaste one, but to him it was magical, and before he knew it (Y/N) was pulling away, beaming at him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” They breathed, their thumb rubbing circles into his jaw. 

“How long?” Helen asked dumbly, brain preoccupied with they’re touching me and oh my god we just kissed and holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck. 

(Y/N) looked bashful. “Um, since I first saw you, I guess. You looked at me like you wanted to kill me and I think that was what did me in.” They laughed, the hand that was resting on Helen’s cheek moving to scratch the back of their neck. 

“Oh.” Helen breathed. So they had liked him all this time and he hadn’t noticed? At all? Maybe he was just really bad at differentiating platonic affection from romantic interest… man, he needed to make more friends. Helen brushed off those thoughts before they could get overwhelming.

 “So, what, you like it when I’m mad at you? You’re weird.” He said instead, a small smile betraying his teasing. 

“Oh, shaddap.” (Y/N) rolled their eyes, the TV screen catching their attention as they averted their gaze. “Shit. This is where it starts to get good.” 

Helen followed their eyes back to the screen. Hannibal Lecter was strapped into something that looked like a cross between a stretcher and a hand truck. He was talking to an important looking woman that Helen didn’t know the name of. This is what he got for falling asleep during the movie. 

He was too preoccupied with trying to figure out what was happening when (Y/N) tugged him into their side, a surprised “oof!” leaving him at the contact. Their arm snaked around his waist and even though they had just kissed Helen could still feel his heart going into overdrive. He looked up at them, eyes wide. 

“What?” (Y/N) questioned, cocking an eyebrow at him. “If you’re gonna fall asleep again, you’ll be a little bit more comfortable, at least.”

Helen couldn’t (or didn’t want to) argue with that, so he let his head loll onto their shoulder as he dozed, the smell of lavender lulling him back to sleep.

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Helen Otis x Reader: You would sleep with me (if you could do it comfortably)

Hiiii everyone it's me I'm back :P I'm finding that I don't really agree with my past characterizations of these characters but I'm gonna leave my old posts up anyway... anyways here's a Helen oneshot I wrote last night. It's sort of a continuation of the first one I wrote (read that here) but can be read as a standalone. It's crossposted on AO3 (here) and I love getting kudos so please gas it up there if you so choose :P Reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns) and (Y/N) is used.. It isn't smutty or anything (sorry) but it's kind of romantic. Around 1300ish words (a little less). I hope you enjoy!

edit: pspspsps heyy look theres a 3rd part HERE!!! if u enjoy this go read that ok bye...

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The screen door swung shut with a sharp smack. The sound used to make Helen jump, but he’d grown used to it with all the time he’d spent out on the porch. It was early spring now, and sprigs of green were beginning to poke their way out of the ground in the midst of all the brown. A chilly breeze carried all the fresh smells of spring, along with… cigarette smoke?

“Hey, handsome.”

That made Helen jump. His head snapped to his right, and he was graced with the sight of a familiar face leaning against the railing, lit cigarette in hand. The corners of his lips twitched. He was fighting back a smile.

“You’re back.” He said matter-of-factly, trying to seem uncaring, and not as if he had been awaiting their return with bated breath (god, he couldn’t believe it, he was acting like a damsel.) “Where were you?”

“If I told you,” they paused to take a drag (and, Helen suspected, to add dramatic effect), turning to look at the trees as they exhaled, “I’d have to kill you.”

Although there was a playful grin on their face, Helen knew that they were only half joking. The Operator’s proxies were incredibly hush-hush about their missions, and (Y/N) was no exception. Usually, he didn’t mind too much, but Helen had found that he was much more curious than he wanted to be, at least when it came to (Y/N).

“So.” (Y/N) spun around so that their back was now facing the woods. They motioned to the sketchbook in Helen’s hands. “Draw any pretty pictures lately?” They grinned.

Right. Helen had come out here to draw. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the book, averting his eyes. Since that fateful winter afternoon, he had been inspired to draw things other than the trees… (Y/N) in particular had become his unknowing muse. 

No way in hell was he showing them that. They’d probably think he was a creepy freak and never speak to him again. As much as Helen hated to admit it to himself, he didn’t think he’d be able to handle that happening. 

So instead, he fumbled for words, trying to save himself. “Uh, you know… more of the same, nothing new.” Helen refused to meet (Y/N)’s eyes. He chewed on the inside of his mouth nervously, picking at the edge of his sketchbook. He felt as if he was a child that had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

(Y/N) pursed their lips and then sighed, seeming to decide not to press his buttons about it. Over the course of their blossoming friendship, they’d learned that Helen could be quite protective over his artwork. It was best to leave it be.

So, (Y/N) changed the subject, knowing that Helen wouldn’t do it on his own. “Why don’t we sit, hmm? I’m tired of standing. I feel like I’ve been standing for like, like forever, man.”

“Okay.” Helen said, his shoulders sagging in relief. (Y/N) stubbed their cigarette out on the railing before they moved to plop down on the porch steps, their hiking boots clunking against the stairs as they got situated. Helen took his usual place next to them.

The pair settled into a comfortable silence, just staring out at the wilderness. Helen’s sketchbook lay on the stair, untouched. He couldn’t bring himself to open it in front of them just yet.

Instead, he looked over at (Y/N), trying to remain discreet. Early on in their friendship, Helen had decided that he liked their face (purely from an artistic standpoint, he was sure) and so he had taken it upon himself to memorize it (again, purely for artistic reasons). Not much had changed about them since he’d last seen them. There was a bandaid on their cheek, sure, but other than that they were still the same (Y/N). 

Except, they looked so tired. Deep, dark circles rimmed their eyes, and their eyes themselves were completely bloodshot. Helen was all too familiar with this kind of tired, something he experienced after many sleepless nights sitting at his easel. He was shocked that (Y/N) was managing to stay awake in their state.

“Haven’t I told you that it’s rude to stare?” (Y/N) asked suddenly, startling Helen. They turned to him, cocking an eyebrow. Despite how exhausted they seemed, they were still alert as ever. A proxy trait, no doubt. “Do I have something on my face, orrrrr…”

“No, no…” He shook his head, looking forward again. He really wasn’t appreciating what the teasing lilt in their voice was doing to his brain and heart, but his concern for them seemed to outweigh that. God, he hated that he was concerned. What was wrong with him?

“Then what? You like what you see or somethin’?” (Y/N) leaned in expectantly, smirking. What an asshole.

Despite how close (Y/N) had gotten, Helen managed to look them in the eye (though he was practically holding his breath). “You look… tired, (Y/N). Really tired.”

(Y/N)’s smile softened, the mischief in their eyes fading. They moved back slightly, looking back out at the forest. 

“Are you… alright?” Helen asked hesitantly, brows furrowed in concern.

(Y/N) sighed, taking a moment to answer. “...Yeah, I’m fine.” They brought a hand up to their face, rubbing one of their eyes absently. “‘S just… you’re right. I’m way tired.”

“...I know.” Helen mumbled, gaze never leaving their face. His hands twitched in his lap, wanting to do something to comfort his weary friend. Instead, he asked, “Rough mission?”

“So rough, ugh.” (Y/N) laughed quietly, as if they were reminiscing about a happy memory. “I got into a crazy fight with this guy – man, he almost killed me. You should’ve seen him though, I messed him up.” 

Helen frowned. He knew that they shouldn’t be telling him these things, and he was not a fan of the idea of (Y/N) putting themselves in danger. It was a part of their job, sure, but in his heart he wished it didn’t have to be. 

“(Y/N)...” They perked up when he spoke their name and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. “I think you should go and get some rest.”

(Y/N) huffed, their expression going sour. “Yeah, but… I wanna-” they cut themselves off with a yawn before continuing, “I wanna spend time with you, y’know? It’s been a while. I missed you.” 

Helen felt like he was going to die at those words, his heart pounding against his ribcage. “Oh, well, um…” I missed you too, he wanted to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

“I have an idea.” (Y/N) said suddenly, scootching toward Helen until their legs were touching and their shoulders were touching and oh god-

And then (Y/N) leaned their head on Helen’s shoulder and all he could smell was lavender shampoo and cigarette smoke and he was going to faint (but he didn’t). Their hair tickled his neck and they were so warm and Helen wished he could wrap his arms around them and pull them closer. Instead, he sat stiff as a board, breath caught in his throat.

(Y/N) either was too tired to notice or didn’t care. “Wake me up if something interesting happens, okay?” Was all they said before knocking out, snoring lightly (oh my god they snore).

They were definitely going to kill him.

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The Silence of the Lambs (1991) dir. Jonathan Demme

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Paris - July 3rd, 2011

Be not inhospitable to strangers, lest they be angels in disguise.