Death's Not Coming For Our Family

Just the Biggest fan of IT, Jesse Pinkman, Dexter Holland, Deryck Whibley, and Matt Skiba

[mri-seeyou]

Don't know who needs to hear this, but you can like a shitty movie without making asinine comments about its production and mocking people for wanting to boycott it.

(This was absolutely targeted, and the person who did it knows who they are)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Written for: @mri-seeyou

Fandom: Final Destination: Bloodlines, Batman - Any type of Media

Pairing: Erik Campbell x Harley Quinn

Summary: Erik is drinking away his sorrows at a bar, angry that he wasn't able to protect his younger brother and sister. Cue in an unexpected drinking partner, Harley Quinn, who for today decides to talk some sense into the man, for a change.

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Aka: Erik x Harley, early start of their relationship.

[ibtravart]

Final panels from the "Official Comics Adaptation Of The New Hit Film..." The Lost Boys from 1987. Did anyone else own this "Marvel Super Special 3 Issue Limited Series"?

[violetharmon-blog]

[alo5tsoul-deactivated20251215]

𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 (2💀25)

☠️MRI scene☠️

[stillalivebydemand893]

My goal for today is watch grave encounters 2 and write about Alex Wright

[mandyluvsharmon-deactivated2025]

Shop Girl💋

An Erik Campbell Story

Erik Campbell sauntered into the tattoo shop that had been his second home for the past five years, the smell of fresh ink and the buzz of needles his morning symphony. The bell jingled above the door, alerting the usual crew of customers and fellow artists to his arrival. He couldn't help but roll his eyes as he spotted a new face behind the counter, a fresh addition to the revolving door of shop girls that his boss insisted on hiring.

The girl looked up, her eyes meeting his, and a mischievous smile formed on her lips. Erik's heart skipped a beat. He knew that smile. It was the same one she'd had the day he'd first seen her, a few months back when she'd come in for a consultation. She had been a vision of sweet innocence, her curvy frame wrapped in a tight tank top that had barely contained the generous swells of her breasts. And those tits... oh, how he remembered them. He had pierced her nipple in a moment of pure concentration, his eyes transfixed by the delicate pink flesh that begged for a little bit of metal. The memory sent a shiver down his spine and a jolt to his groin.

Her name was Caroline, and she had the kind of sass that could cut through the thickest of skin,his included. She didn't take his shit, which was something he hadn't encountered in a long time. Most of the shop girls would giggle and blush at his lewd jokes or innuendos, but not Caroline. She had a comeback for every one of his quips, and she wasn't afraid to throw a little sass his way. That was his type, alright..,feisty and fiery, with a body that screamed "touch me," but an attitude that said "you wish." It was a delicious mix that had him craving more.

But there was a problem.Erik had never felt this nervous around a girl. He'd seen her flirt with customers, but she had never once given him that look, that hint of interest that would make it clear she was into him. He'd tried to play it cool, to be her friend, but every time he thought about asking her out, his palms grew sweaty, his voice quivered, and his mind went blank. What if she laughed in his face? What if she said no?

One night, as fate would have it, Caroline was working late, organizing merchandise in the dimly lit corner of the shop. Erik had just finished up with his last client. The shop was empty, the only sounds the soft rustle of Caroline's clothes and the distant hum of the city outside. He knew this was his chance. He had to do something, say something, anything to make her see that he wasn't just another asshole with a needle.

He approached the counter, his heart hammering in his chest. "Caroline ," he began, his voice a little shakier than he would have liked. "I know this is kind of out of the blue, but I've been meaning to ask you out for a while now." He took a deep breath, waiting for the response that would either make or break him.

But,before he could finish, Caroline interrupted him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Actually, Erik, I was hoping you could do something for me." She leaned over the counter, her ample cleavage peeking out from her low-cut shirt, and whispered, "Could you pierce my other nipple for me?"

Erik's jaw dropped. Was she serious? He had been waiting for this moment for so long, and she was asking for a nipple piercing? He swallowed his shock and played it cool, trying to hide his excitement. "Caroline."he said smoothly, "I'd be more than happy to."

He brought her over to his station, his heart racing as he prepped the area. The light overhead cast a warm glow on her skin, and he couldn't help but admire the way she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. She had removed her shirt, leaving her in a simple black bra that barely contained her curves. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to keep it professional, even as his hands trembled slightly. The first piercing had been electrifying, a shared moment of intimacy that had left him craving more. Now, as he sterilized the needle, he knew this would be the closest he'd ever been to her again.

With a knowing smirk, Caroline reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. Her breasts were a perfect handful, her nipples already hard with anticipation. She leaned back in the chair, offering him the best angle to work. "I trust you, Erik," she murmured, and his heart skipped a beat. The way she said his name, the confidence in her voice, it was all too much. He took another deep breath and focused on the task at hand, pushing aside the raging storm of emotions that threatened to consume him.

As he inserted the needle, Caroline's eyes never left his. He watched the momentary flash of pain turn to pleasure, the way her pupils dilated and her breath hitched. She was so beautiful, so raw and vulnerable in that moment, it was all he could do not to lean down and kiss her. But he didn't. He was a professional, after all. He finished the piercing with a gentle tug of the jewelry, ensuring it was secure before allowing her to look down at her new adornment.

“You're good," she murmured, her voice a little shaky. "Really good."

Erik couldn't help but smirk, his hands still shaking slightly from the adrenaline rush. "Thanks," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "So, what do you say? Dinner and drinks, on me?"

Caroline's eyes sparkled with amusement as she sat up, adjusting her bra. "Yes, what the hell took you so long?" she teased, poking him in the ribs. "I've been waiting for you to make a move since the day I started."

Erik felt the heat rising in his cheeks. He had been so caught up in his own head, he hadn't noticed her hints. "I didn't know," he muttered, trying to sound nonchalant.

Caroline rolled her eyes playfully. "Well, now you do," she said, slipping her shirt back on. "So, are we on for tonight?"

Erik nodded, still in shock. He couldn't believe he had been so oblivious to her flirtations. "I'll take you to that new place in town everyone's been raving about."

“That sounds great! But, I almost forgot to tip my piercer." She giggled

She reached over, grabbed Erik by his chin and placed a seductive kiss on his lips

"Now, hurry it up Campbell. I'm starving!”

[dontfloatmurphy]

I just finished a new edit !!

[stillalivebydemand893]

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME

Bless be tiktok editors

[lucydixon]

Erik x Artist!Reader

Erik Campbell Masterlist 𐴱 Main Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Reading List 𐴱 Pinned Post 𐴱 Moodboard side-Blog

Summary: Headcanons for Erik with a partner who is also an artist

꩜ I could totally see Erik going for an artist, even if you don't use the same medium or have the same style.  ꩜ There are few things he’s as passionate about as his artwork, and it’s the one thing that really makes him feel proud of himself. It's validating to know that people want to pay him to permanently embed his artwork into their skin.  ꩜ Maybe that’s how the two of you met.  You’d walk into the tattoo parlour where he worked with a folded-up piece of paper in your hand and slide it across the counter when he asked you what you wanted. He’d unfold it and find a beautiful sketch or clean piece of linework and immediately slide it back.  “I don’t do Pinterest printouts.” He’d shake his head dismissively.   “What?” Your brows would pull together. “No, I drew this.”  “You drew this?” He’d look at you with a cocked brow and the most unserious look on his face. “Sure you did, doll.”  “I did.” You’d insist, maybe even a little flustered by the pet name, “Give me a pen and a piece of paper and I’ll prove it.”  After a little more arguing, Erik would begrudgingly set both in front of you and would watch with poorly concealed awe as you recreated the image perfectly over the next half hour.  He wouldn’t even care that he’d wasted so much time watching. He’d just do all he could not to look too impressed, and finally agree to ink your own artwork onto you.  ꩜ You’d have a little studio in your shared apartment when the two of you start dating and eventually move in together. It would be stocked full of every art supply you could ever want, but messy as all hell.  ꩜ It would be an organized sort of chaos where it might look like a disaster zone, but the two of you would know where everything is. “Where’s my graphite?”  “Underneath the leaning tower of sketchbooks, but behind the watercolour paper.” 

꩜ I think the two of you would bicker all the time, bumping elbows at your side-by-side desks despite there being enough room for you to each have your own little space. He’d snatch Prismacolour pencils out of your hands while you’re using them if he wants that specific colour, and you’d steal all his good fine-liners and feign innocence when accused.  ꩜ Your apartment would have really cool decor. Artwork everywhere, pieces from both of you and trinkets of all sorts collected from art galleries and the little store around the corner that sells your paintings in exchange for home-baked cookies. 

Dividers and Banners by me on my side-blog @dividers-are-us

taglist: @thewinterhunter @dogey290 @zroberts13

[krowtesque]

my girl got a lotta legs

[stillalivebydemand893]

HE S GORGEOUS IM ON MY KNEES

[t-annuki]

Bad to the bone, sick as a dog

[s3ashellss]

Mean this in the nicest way possible but if you ship Bobby x erik get off my account 😭 it’s weird man it’s so fucking weirddddd you’re not quirky for shipping incest you’re a weirdo.

[lucydixon]

Monopoly Meltdown

Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Reading List 𐴱 Navigation A/N: One of y'all requested basically the opposite of Hangover hero, and this is what I came up with. Side note, I found the tortoise ouija planchette pic on Pinterest and immediately thought of the Campbell siblings doing something like that 😭

Summary: You Drop Erik off at family game night with Bobby and Julia and return to find him shit faced and being a menace.

Warning: Very brief mention of puke

The drunk texts started a little after nine.

Jumbled, mispelled words that only vaguely made sense. 

Something about Bobby cheating at Monopoly. 

You’d dropped Erik off for the biweekly Campbell sibling game night a few hours before with a case of beer and the promise to pick him up when they were finished. 

Clearly, he’d slammed a good few back in a short amount of time. 

You chuckled every time your phone chimed, amused by the play-by-play you were getting on every game. 

Eventually, you got a clearly worded, obviously typed by Julia or Bobby, ‘come get me please’, and drove back over to pick him up. 

“Oh, thank god.” Julia sighed tiredly when you knocked on the door. “He’s driving me nuts!” 

“What’s he doing?” You raised a brow, brushing past her to find your drunken partner. 

“See for yourself,” she gestured towards the living room and disappeared up the stairs. 

After venturing further into the house, you found Erik and Bobby wrestling on the ground. The coffee table was on its side, and there was monopoly money everywhere. 

“Just admit you cheated!” Erik grunted, struggling to hold his own in his drunken state. 

“I didn’t!” Bobby insisted, putting him in a headlock while he flailed. “Stop trying to fight me!” 

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. 

Bobby had bulked up a bit playing football last season, and Erik seemed to have forgotten that when he’d picked a fight. 

“What are you two doing?” You made your presence known before one of them got hurt. 

Your name fell from both of their lips. From Bobby, a sigh of relief, while Erik shouted it excitedly. 

“Bobby cheated at Monopoly.” He peeled himself off the ground and shot his younger brother a glare. 

“I did not!” Bobby rolled out of the way and huffed. 

“Ok,” You grabbed Erik by the hand before he decided to keep the argument going and tugged him towards the door. “C’mon, baby. We’re going home.” 

“Okay,” he sighed dramatically. 

“Bye, love you.” The eldest Campbell sibling nodded to his brother despite having been in a fight just a minute before. 

“Love you too.” Bobby mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. 

It never failed to warm your heart how close they were. 

“Don’t worry, Sweets” He staggered along behind you, “I’ve got plenty of love left for you.” 

You chuckled, pulling him out into the night air. 

“Thank god.” You feigned relief. 

To your surprise, you managed to get Eric into the car without issue, but in the time it had taken you to get into the driver’s seat, he was already squinting at his phone, trying to pick a playlist.  

“I can’t read this shit.” He grumbled, trying desperately to make out the words on the glowing screen to no avail. 

“Give it here.” You held your hand out for it. “Let me do it. Which playlist do you want?

“The ‘I just drank seven beers and now my super hot girlfriend is driving me home’ one.” He slurred. “You’re so pretty.” 

“Seriously,” you rolled your eyes and started scrolling through his playlists, “Which one-” 

You paused when your thumb was hovering above that exact title. 

“You fucker!” You exclaimed, laughing loudly, “You planned this, didn’t you?”

“Like a few hours ago,” He couldn’t help but laugh too. “On beer number four.” 

“Thought I was gonna tap out at five, but I had to live up to the playlist!” 

“Oh my god,” you chuckled, turning the key in the engine. “You do realize that you could’ve just re-named the playlist, right?” 

It became abundantly clear based on the look on his face that he hadn’t considered that option. 

You blinked at one another for a few seconds, just long enough for the beginning of Motley Crue’s ‘Looks That Kill’ to start blaring through the speakers 

Neither of you could contain your laughter. 

It took a full minute before you were ready to pull out of the Campbell house driveway, then another fifteen to pull into your apartment complex. 

Erik trudged up the stairs, looking increasingly queasy with each step. 

You could tell as you were nearing your floor that he was going to puke, and you jogged ahead to get the door unlocked in hopes that the extra thirty seconds would increase the odds of it happening anywhere but the floor in the entryway. 

“Bathroom.” You nudged him in the right direction and locked the door behind you once you’d both made it inside. “Or sink if you can’t make it!” 

You followed him and poked your head into the bathroom down the hall, relieved to find that he’d made it. You grabbed a glass of water and a washcloth before setting them both on the bathroom counter, joining him on the cool tile floor. 

“You okay?” You rubbed his back gently when he was finished. 

“Yeah.” He rested his forehead on his arm. “Feels better actually.” 

“I bet.” You chuckled sympathetically, pulling yourself to your feet so you could run the washcloth under cold water. “My poor baby.” 

You gently rested the cool washcloth on the back of his neck, and Erik sighed in relief. 

“Think you’re done?” You asked softly, pressing the glass of water into his free hand. “Take little sips.” 

“Thanks, Sweets.” He muttered tiredly, raising his head just enough to sip the water. 

“Let's just get you up and into bed.” You kissed the back of his shoulder, nudging him gently to his feet. “Want me to brush your teeth for you?” 

“I can brush my own teeth.” Erik poked your cheek once he was up. “I’m not nearly as drunk as you were last time, missy.” 

“You’re never gonna let me forget that, are you?” you pouted softly, reaching for your own tooth brush 

“Not a chance.” He scoffed. 

As you were getting ready for bed, Erik watched you get changed, draped over the mattress, in just his boxers, feeling much better, but exhausted.

“That thong,” Erik trailed off, eyes sweeping up to your raised brow, “... Really brings out your eyes.” 

You laughed. 

The kind of laugh where you throw your head back and let it wash over you like an early morning tide. It was his favourite sound in the world. 

“Just come to bed like that!” Erik waved you over, or, to be more accurate, he tried to.

His arms felt like lead weights. 

You made a soft huffing sound, but the corners of your lips were quirked upwards as you crawled into bed with him anyway, dressed in only your thong, and slipped under the covers. 

Erik clumsily joined you and pulled you into his chest. 

“Thanks for coming to pick me up,” he muttered into the top of your head, “And taking care of me.” 

“Course.” You smiled, pressing your lips to his bare chest. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Sweets.”

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Taglist: @thewinterhunter @dogey290 @zroberts13

[pppuri]

someone (me) got attached to characters from final destination, everyone point finger and laugh :(

[slashericons]

Erik Campbell — Final Destination: Bloodlines (2025)