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rafesapologist · 4 months

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the set up — rafe cameron; part seventeen

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

warnings: angst, swearing, drug use, emotional outbursts, reckless rafe, mentions of substance abuse

author's note: Y'ALL let me clear up some confusion on the last chapter!! please note that rafe and y/n are on a break (no not in a ross and rachel type of way) so i promise the plot line is not that y/n cheated don't stone me OK anyways please enjoy dont hate me i promise im not here to dissapoint u all xoxo

The cozy afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows of the chateau, casting a warm glow over the living room. JJ and you found yourselves immersed in the absurd drama of a mindless reality TV show, sharing laughter and lighthearted banter.

As the ridiculous antics of the show unfolded on the screen, your legs were comfortably propped up on JJ's lap. He sat beside you on the couch, a bag of M&M's resting between the two of you. The crinkling sound of the candy bag echoed in the room as you both indulged in the colorful treats.

With each shared chuckle, you felt a sense of normalcy and comfort in the midst of recent chaos. The camaraderie between you and JJ, the simple joy of laughter, and the sweet companionship made that quiet afternoon a welcomed respite from the challenges you both faced.

During the commercial break, you turned to JJ, your eyes meeting in the dim glow of the living room. The TV cast a soft flicker across your faces as you gathered the courage to broach the subject.

"Hey, JJ," you began, "I was thinking, with everything going on and me recovering, do you mind covering my shifts at the golf course for a while?"

JJ met your gaze with a warm smile. "Sure thing, Y/N. I've always wanted to be a bev cart guy." You chuckled at his response, appreciating the lighthearted moment amidst the challenges you were facing.

JJ couldn't help but feel a warm sense of satisfaction as he watched you laugh. The dim light of the TV reflected in your eyes, accentuating the joy that danced within them. The dimples that formed on the sides of your mouth made the moment even more enchanting for him.

In that lighthearted exchange, as laughter echoed in the chateau's living room, JJ felt a growing connection with you. It was a simple moment, but the intimacy of sharing laughter brought a sense of comfort and pleasure, making it a memory he cherished.

JJ cleared his throat, realizing the shift in the atmosphere after his lighthearted joke. He tried to regain composure by placing his hand on your thigh, attempting a casual move, but the unintended tension in the air made the situation awkward.

"Yeah, um," you responded, sitting up straighter as an awkward cough escaped. The playful moment took an unexpected turn, leaving a subtle discomfort that lingered between you and JJ, "thank you for doing this for me. You've made this process a lot easier." Your gaze remained on your lap, not wanting to acknowledge the longing look in JJ's eyes.

JJ nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Of course, Y/N. Anything for you," he replied, a genuine warmth in his voice. The acknowledgment of your appreciation made the air a bit lighter, but the unspoken tension still hung in the room.

JJ got up from the couch, stretching slightly. "Well, time to hit the golf course. Gotta keep those beverage carts in check, you know?" he said with a playful grin. You nodded, appreciating the levity he brought to the situation. "I'll be back later. Take it easy, okay?" JJ added, his eyes reflecting concern for your well-being.

JJ returned, the fabric of his golf course uniform emphasizing his athletic build. He flashed a charming smile at you, his dimples deepening as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "I'll be back before you know it. Remember, call me if you need anything," he reassured you, his words carrying a genuine warmth that lingered in the air after he left.

"Thanks Jay." You flashed him a weak smile, a subtle hum in your response.

With a soft smile and a parting "Course," JJ headed out, leaving you to relax in the comfort of the chateau. The door closed with a gentle click, and you settled into the solitude, thoughts swirling as you contemplated the recent events and the uncertain path ahead.

Meanwhile, at the golf course, Rafe was trying to find some semblance of normalcy in the routine of hitting golf balls. Topper and Kelce joined him, bantering about their day and cracking jokes as they took turns at the driving range. The rhythmic thud of the golf balls echoed in the air, providing a temporary distraction for Rafe's restless mind.

Suddenly, Topper spoke up, snapping Rafe out of his focus on his swing, "No shit. Looks like Maybank is tagging in for your girl's job today."

Rafe looked up, somewhat surprised by the mention of your name. "Yeah, apparently," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the mix of emotions swirling within him. "She's probably taking some time off or something." The casual tone of his voice masked the turmoil he felt at the thought of you needing time away, especially after the events that transpired.

Topper chuckled, nudging Rafe with his elbow. "Guess you'll be seeing a lot more of her then, huh? Playing the knight in shining armor while she's on the mend?"

Rafe tried to shrug it off, taking another swing at the golf ball. "Just covering a shift, man. No big deal."

Kelce joined in, smirking. "Sure, Rafe, just a shift. We all know how protective you get when it comes to her."

Rafe's jaw tightened, a mix of irritation and guilt coursing through him. He tried to maintain his composure, hiding the internal struggle he was facing.

"Yeah, whatever," Rafe replied with a dismissive tone, forcing a nonchalant smirk. Despite his attempts to act unfazed, the mention of you stirred a swirl of conflicting emotions within him.

As they continued hitting balls, Rafe couldn't shake off the thought of you. He wondered what you were doing, how you were feeling. The weight of guilt lingered as he tried to focus on the golf game, his mind drifting back to the events that led to your hospitalization.

Topper chuckled, glancing at Rafe. "Maybe we should call over your new replacement. What do you think, Rafe?" he teased.

Rafe's grip on the golf club tightened, his jaw clenching for a moment. He shot a glare at Topper, his attempt at maintaining composure waning. "Shut up, Topper. Just focus on your swing."

Topper smirked, nudging Rafe with his elbow. "Come on, man. Let's call over the 'new bev cart girl' and see how well he handles the job."

Rafe shot Topper a sharp look, irritation evident in his eyes. "Leave it, Topper."

Kelce, sensing the tension, chimed in, "Alright, alright, no need to get all worked up."

Topper couldn't resist pushing further, calling out to JJ in a mocking tone, "Hey, Maybank! We heard you're taking over Y/N's job today. Guess you'll be delivering drinks and flirting with the kooks too."

JJ, annoyed by the insinuation, rolled his eyes and approached the group. "Give it a rest, Topper. Just trying to cover Y/N's shifts while she's recovering."

Topper chuckled, making a snarky comment, "Recovering, huh? Must've been a wild night for you two."

JJ's jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing at Topper. "Mind your own damn business, Topper. Y/N and I are just friends."

"Friends who share a lot of secrets, I bet," Topper teased, clearly enjoying getting under JJ's skin.

JJ couldn't hold back his irritation any longer. "You know, Topper, maybe if you focused on your swing as much as you focus on everyone else's business, you'd actually improve."

Rafe chuckled at JJ's retort, finding some amusement in the banter. The tension between them remained, but for now, the golf course banter served as a distraction from the more complicated emotions lingering beneath the surface.

Kelce stepped forward, shooting a warning look at Topper. "Dude, chill. Back off a bit."

JJ chuckled, enjoying the humor of the situation. He waved off the situation, deciding it was better to walk away than engage further. As he strolled away from the group, he couldn't help but notice the lingering tension, especially from Rafe.

As JJ walked away, the golf course seemed to echo with the tension between Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. Rafe's gaze lingered on JJ's retreating figure, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The crisp sound of golf balls hitting the grass around them served as a stark contrast to the simmering emotions among the group.

Topper wore a mischievous grin, clearly reveling in the opportunity to stir the pot. He leaned in, taunting Rafe with remarks about JJ and you, trying to get a rise out of him. Kelce, sensing the tension, urged Topper to back off, but the damage was done.

Rafe's clenched fists betrayed the storm of jealousy raging inside him. The idea of someone else taking care of you when he believed it should have been him was a bitter pill to swallow. The golf course, once a place of leisure, now became a battleground for unresolved emotions and unspoken desires.

Rafe's temper boiled over like an erupting volcano. He flung his golf club with unrestrained force, the metal clattering as it hit the ground. In that explosive moment, his frustration and jealousy manifested in that single, violent action. Without a word, he stormed off the course, his steps heavy and purposeful, leaving behind a stunned Topper and Kelce.

The intensity of his reaction lingered in the air, a palpable tension that echoed through the golf course. Rafe's car door slammed shut, a resounding punctuation mark to the scene he left behind. The once serene atmosphere of the golf course now carried the weight of unspoken emotions and the consequences of a jealousy-fueled outburst.

"Fuck!" Rafe's voice exploded in a torrent of frustration as he hurled his golf club away, the metallic clatter blending with the ambient sounds of the golf course. In a seething rage, he stormed off the course, each step a declaration of his boiling anger. Reaching his car, he slammed the door shut and unleashed another curse, pounding his fist against the steering wheel. "Damn it!"

The air in the car became thick with tension as Rafe's frustration reached its peak. His knuckles turned white as he clenched the steering wheel, the metal groaning under the force of his grip. His breaths were heavy, each exhale carrying a hint of desperation and torment. The dimly lit interior of the car bore witness to the storm raging within him, the dashboard reflecting the twisted expressions that crossed his face – a turbulent sea of regret, jealousy, and self-loathing. In that moment, the weight of his actions pressed down on him like an unbearable burden, and tears streamed down his face, marking the depth of his turmoil.

The sounds of Rafe's anguished sobs reverberated through the confined space of the car, echoing the depths of his despair. His shoulders shook with the weight of his emotions as he laid his head on the steering wheel, seeking solace in the cold touch of the metal. Each sob was a painful admission of the havoc he had wreaked on his own life, a symphony of regret and sorrow that painted the interior of the car in the hues of his torment. The glow of the dashboard served as a silent witness to the unraveling of a soul burdened by its own choices, a heartbreaking melody played out in the confined solitude of the vehicle.

As Rafe's sobs subsided, leaving an eerie stillness in the air, he wiped away the remnants of his tears and took a deep breath. The realization of the damage he had inflicted upon his own life hung heavily in the air. Gathering his composure, he straightened up in the driver's seat, his face a canvas of emotional turmoil.

Later that night, at the chateau, you found solace in the comfort of your room, immersed in the chaotic world of Jersey Shore on your screen. The dim glow of the television cast a soft ambiance, providing a temporary escape from the recent tumultuous events. The familiar banter and antics of the reality TV cast served as a momentary distraction, allowing you to detach from the complications of your own reality. The room echoed with the scripted drama of the show, a stark contrast to the unscripted chaos that had unfolded in your life.

As the characters on the screen navigated their tumultuous relationships, you found a strange comfort in their exaggerated drama, the absurdity of their situations a welcome distraction. The rhythmic crunching of Cheez-Its provided a simple, satisfying soundtrack to the unfolding chaos on the television.

Wrapped in a cozy blanket, you allowed yourself to get lost in the antics of Snooki and the gang, temporarily forgetting the complexities awaiting you outside the fictional realm. The glow of the TV bathed the room in a warm, artificial light, creating a cocoon of familiarity and routine amid the recent upheaval.

Lost in the mindless entertainment, you relished this respite from the storm that had swept through your life, if only for a brief moment. The cheery, mindless laughter from the show mingled with the occasional rustle of the snack bag, forming a soothing backdrop to your solitary night of escapism.

The sudden buzz of your phone disrupted the faux-reality unfolding on the TV screen. You retrieved the device, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Rafe's name illuminated on the display. Uncertainty and a tinge of nervousness swept over you as you contemplated answering or letting it go to voicemail.

A million thoughts raced through your mind – the recent events, the hurtful incident, and the unresolved emotions that lingered in the air. You hesitated for a moment, the allure of a potential conversation with Rafe conflicting with the fear of reopening wounds. The room, once a haven of mindless entertainment, now felt charged with anticipation.

With a deep breath, you decided to answer, your thumb sliding across the screen to accept the call. The line connected, and you braced yourself for the unknown, unsure of what awaited you on the other end of the conversation.

"Hey," you greeted Rafe, your voice carrying a mix of hesitation and confusion.

"Y/N," Rafe's voice slurred on the other end, accompanied by the faint sounds of background chaos. The shakiness in his tone hinted at a state of inebriation, leaving you with a mixture of concern and discomfort. The unexpected turn of events added another layer of uncertainty to an already complex situation.

"What's going on?" you asked cautiously, your mind trying to decipher the situation through the limited cues in his voice.

"I messed up," Rafe admitted, his words heavy with regret. The disjointed nature of his speech suggested a lack of coherence, and you couldn't help but wonder how deeply his actions had affected him.

"I fucking miss you, Y/N," Rafe confessed, his words laced with a raw emotion that transcended the haze of his intoxicated state. As the sincerity in his voice resonated through the phone, you couldn't ignore the impact his admission had on you.

There was a momentary silence, only broken by the distant sounds of the party or gathering Rafe seemed to be in. It was a stark contrast to the weight of his words, creating a surreal atmosphere.

Rafe continued, his voice softer, "I messed up, and I… I just needed to hear your voice."

You could hear the vulnerability in his tone, and it stirred conflicting emotions within you. Despite the hurt he caused, the sincerity in his words touched a chord.

"Rafe, where are you? Are you okay?" Concern laced your voice, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of worry and empathy for him.

Rafe took a moment before responding, the background noise suggesting he was in a lively and chaotic environment. "I'm at this stupid fucking party," he muttered, the disdain evident in his words. "I need you, y/n. It's killing me that I can't touch you or even see your face."

As he spoke, you couldn't ignore the tug of conflicting emotions within you. While his vulnerability struck a chord, the memories of the recent events and the pain he caused were still fresh in your mind.

"Rafe…" Your voice softened, a mixture of sympathy and caution evident as you spoke his name.

He interrupted you, the alcohol evident in his slurred speech. "Look, I-I know I fucked up. Big time. I don't know what to do." There was a rawness in his voice, a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor.

A heavy sigh escaped you as you processed his words. Despite the hurt he caused, you couldn't completely shut off the empathy you felt for someone clearly struggling. "Rafe, maybe you should go home and sleep it off. We can talk tomorrow when you're in a better state."

Rafe's response was a defeated murmur. "I just… I miss you so damn much."

The weight of his words hung in the air, leaving you torn between compassion and self-preservation.

Reluctantly, you agreed, deciding that making sure Rafe was safe took precedence over your own discomfort. "Okay, fine. Just… send me the address of where you are."

Rafe clumsily managed to type out the address in his inebriated state. As you received the message, you couldn't help but shake your head, a mix of frustration and concern settling in. After a moment's hesitation, you texted back, "Stay put. I'll be there soon."

Turning off the TV, you quickly changed into something more presentable, preparing yourself for a night that seemed to be taking unexpected turns.

Your footsteps echoed in the quiet night as you hurriedly made your way to the car. The cool evening air did little to ease the tension that wrapped around you. As you drove to the address Rafe had sent, a myriad of thoughts raced through your mind. The uncertainty of what you were about to walk into gnawed at you, but concern for Rafe propelled you forward.

The drive seemed to stretch on longer than usual, each passing streetlight casting shadows that mirrored the anxiety building within you. You arrived at the destination, a dimly lit area that seemed to amplify the weight of the situation. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for whatever lay ahead and stepped out of the car, determined to face the tumultuous night with Rafe.

The chaotic scene unfolded before you as you navigated through the rowdy crowd of inebriated teenagers. Their laughter and cheers mingled with the distant music, creating a dissonant backdrop to your urgent calls for Rafe. You scanned the front yard, searching for any sign of him, but the chaos made it challenging to discern individual faces.

The flickering glow of party lights illuminated the scene, casting an eerie ambiance on the gathering. Despite the lively atmosphere, an unsettling tension lingered in the air. Your calls for Rafe went unanswered, drowned out by the revelry around you. Determined, you pushed through the crowd, determined to find him and ensure he was safe amidst the chaos.

Your determination carried you through the dense crowd inside the house, the pulse of the music and the chatter of partygoers reverberating through the walls. As you pushed your way towards the living room, the energy of the crowd seemed to intensify. You soon reached the epicenter of attention, discovering a swirling mass of people encircling a couch and a coffee table.

A mixture of curiosity and anxiety fueled your movements as you elbowed your way to the front of the crowd, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening. The chaotic scene unfolded before your eyes, revealing a tableau of excess and debauchery. As the sea of bodies parted, you finally saw Rafe in the midst of it all, his eyes glassy and his demeanor far from composed. The weight of the situation settled heavily on your shoulders, and you knew that this night held unforeseen challenges.

A mix of shock, concern, and disappointment washed over you as you observed the scene unfolding before you. The group of girls surrounding Rafe seemed to revel in the chaos, cheering him on with enthusiasm that only fueled the reckless atmosphere. The sight of Rafe snorting a line of coke, his head tilting back as he inhaled the substance, left a bitter taste in your mouth.

As the crowd continued to revel in the spectacle, you felt a growing sense of urgency. The reality of Rafe's actions hit you, and you knew you couldn't stand idly by. Determination fueled your steps as you pushed through the onlookers, your focus solely on reaching Rafe and addressing the concerning situation at hand.

"Rafe? What the fuck is this?" Your voice cut through the chaos as you confronted Rafe, the intensity of the situation reflected in your expression. The cheers and laughter around you faded into the background as you locked eyes with him, demanding an explanation for the reckless scene playing out before you.

Rafe, seemingly caught off guard, looked up from the table, his eyes meeting yours. There was a moment of hesitation in his gaze, a mix of guilt and surprise. The atmosphere in the room shifted, tension hanging thick in the air as you awaited his response.

"Y/N," Rafe mumbled, his voice laced with a mixture of regret and the effects of the substances he had just taken. He absentmindedly wiped his nose, a visible sign of his actions.

The room fell into a momentary silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the party continuing in the background. Your eyes remained fixed on him, waiting for an explanation or any sign of recognition. The gravity of the situation sank in, and a mix of emotions swirled within you—anger, disappointment, and a twinge of concern for someone you once cared about deeply.

"Rafey, who is this?" One of the inebriated girls besides Rafe chimed in, much to your dismay.

Ignoring the girl, you locked eyes with Rafe, your expression a mix of confusion and frustration. "What the hell is going on, Rafe?"

He struggled to focus, his gaze flickering between you and the party unfolding around him. "I just wanted to forget, y/n. Forget everything," he slurred, the weight of his words punctuated by the chaos of the party.

The room continued to buzz with energy as the partygoers paid little attention to the unfolding drama. The atmosphere was tense, and you felt a whirlwind of emotions coursing through you.

"C'mon Rafe, we're leaving." You grabbed Rafe's arm, pulling him away from the crowd. The girls protested, but you ignored them, determined to get him out of this chaotic scene. Rafe stumbled as he followed you, his movements unsteady.

As you made your way through the crowded house, you couldn't help but feel a mix of disappointment and concern. You guided Rafe towards the door, eager to remove him from the toxic environment. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and you were left grappling with the reality of the situation.

Rafe ended up following you out to your car, stumbling as he tried to keep up with you. You opened the passenger door in an attempt to help him in, but before you could be successful with doing so, he stopped you.

"Y/N, wait," Rafe called out, his voice wavering.

You turned to look at him, your hand still on the car door, waiting for an explanation.

Rafe took a deep breath, his eyes filled with remorse. "I fucking miss you, and I hate knowing fucking JJ is the one who is taking care of you when it should be me," he admitted, his words hanging heavy in the air.

"I can't, Y/N," Rafe said, stopping you from closing the car door. His eyes were pleading, and his voice trembled with vulnerability. "I can't take care of you like he can. I messed everything up, and I don't deserve you."

You sighed, torn between frustration and concern. "Rafe, just get in the car. We can talk about this later," you urged, wanting to address the situation at hand first.

Rafe took a step back, rubbing his temples as if trying to push away a headache. "I messed up, Y/N. I messed up everything," he admitted, his voice strained. "I thought I could protect you and fix things, but I only made them worse. I can't compete with JJ. He's been there for you, taking care of you, and I… I just have to watch from afar."

You looked at him, seeing the pain in his eyes. Despite the turmoil of the situation, a part of you couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"Rafe, please," you pleaded, your voice a hushed whisper, "not here. Let's get you home, and we can talk about it later."

He nodded, still looking disoriented, and you managed to guide him into the car. The girls who had gathered around seemed disappointed, but you ignored their judgmental stares. You closed the car door, and as you got behind the wheel, you couldn't shake the feeling that things had taken a turn for the worse.

As you drove Rafe home, he sat silently in the passenger seat, occasionally letting out a quiet apology. The atmosphere in the car was heavy with tension, and you couldn't shake off the worry that had settled in your chest. The Rafe you knew was put-together and conscious of his image, replaced by this version consumed by substances and self-destruction. You kept stealing glances at him, the apology in his eyes mirroring the internal turmoil within you.

You arrived at the Cameron's home, the emptiness of the house mirroring the void you felt within yourself. Assisting Rafe out of the car, you couldn't shake the worry and frustration that had taken root in your mind. The place felt desolate, echoing the emptiness of the situation between you and Rafe. You had Rafe's arm draped over your shoulder, his incoherent murmurs echoing in the silent house. Each step felt like a heavy burden, a somber atmosphere surrounding you as you helped him inside.

"Alright Rafe, you're gonna have to help me get you up the stairs," You struggled to support Rafe's weight as you reached the foot of the staircase. His movements were sluggish, and you knew you needed his cooperation to navigate the stairs safely.

"Y/n," Rafe groaned, stumbling up the stairs, "you've ruined me."

You rolled your eyes, a mixture of annoyance and concern etching your expression. Guiding him up the stairs, you replied, "You've done a pretty good job of that yourself, Rafe."

Rafe's words slurred as he leaned against the wall, struggling to maintain his balance. "N-No, it's killing me without you here," he mumbled, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

You sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Rafe, let's get you to bed. We can talk about everything tomorrow when you're sober."

With effort, you managed to guide him to his room. He collapsed onto the bed, his eyes heavy with intoxication. As you turned to leave, he weakly grabbed your hand.

"Don't leave, Y/n," he pleaded, his vulnerability piercing through the haze of substances.

You hesitated, torn between sympathy and frustration. "Rafe, you need to rest. We'll talk in the morning."

"Y/n, please stay," Rafe pleaded, his eyes filled with desperation. "I can't handle being alone right now. I need you."

You sighed, torn between your concern for him and the boundaries you had set. The night had taken unexpected turns, and you found yourself grappling with the aftermath of Rafe's emotional outburst.

"I'll stay for a little while," you relented, pulling a chair closer to his bed. "But we need to talk about everything, Rafe. Tomorrow, when you're sober."

He nodded, a mix of gratitude and sadness in his eyes as you settled in to keep watch over him through the night. "Will you at least lay with me?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of the implications, but eventually, you sighed and joined Rafe on the bed. He rested his head on your stomach, and you gently ran your fingers through his hair. The room was filled with a heavy silence, interrupted only by Rafe's soft breathing.

As you lay there, you couldn't help but reflect on the events of the day. The unexpected twists and turns had left you emotionally drained. The boundaries you had carefully set seemed to blur in the face of Rafe's vulnerability.

You decided that tomorrow would bring clarity, a chance to address the issues that had surfaced. For now, you focused on providing some comfort to Rafe, hoping that the morning light would bring a clearer perspective on the tangled emotions surrounding you both.

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garfinkelstingle · 10 months

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Hi! I absolutely love your fics, could you do a fake insta fic with timothee? The face claim being Rachel Zegler with she/her pronouns. Thanks!

pairing: timothee chalamet x fem!reader

a/n: nonnie there is no excuse as to why this took me so long apart from the fact that i was in a slump... but now i am (sorta) not! i hope you guys like it and have a great day & week xxx (also some of these "posts" are very self-indulgent AND i'm going to the eras tour twice next year so i'm just so excited aaahhhh!!!!!!)

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yourinstagram miscast23 gala!! loved every second of it (and not just because i felt like a million bucks in this dress)

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tchalamet how are you real???

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tchalamet like i'm serious it should be illegal to be this good-looking my gOd

yourinstagram babe stfu 😭

yourfan36 THEYRE SO CUTE WHAT

yourfan89 mommy? sorry, mommy?

haileesteinfeld hot stuff

yourinstagram 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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tchalamet felt cute, won't delete later cause my girlfriend won't let me

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timmyfan16 as she should(n't?)

yourinstagram can you blame me????

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timmyfan38 y/n better be prepared to fight because d a m n

zendaya looking fine mr

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timmyfan29 thanks for this blessing

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yourinstagram ERAS TOUR BABY!!!!!!! thanks for all the friendship bracelets guys <3333

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swiftie13 y/n being a swiftie will forever be my favorite thing about her

tchalamet miss americana

yourinstagram & her heartbreak prince

yourfan78 im literally so jealous i couldn get tickets rip

timmyfan62 I WAS AT THE SAME SHOW I SAW Y/N AND TIMMY DANCING AND SINGING THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE SET it was insane

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yournamenews Y/N via her Instagram story yesterday

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yourfan73 she's so insane for this 😭😭

yourfan15 i thought this was fake at first but she even put it in her highlight????

timmyfan39 wish i had someone who looked at me the way timmy looks at y/n ughhh

yourfan26 oh we're being fed fed

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yourfan27 she's just like me fr

tchalamet we took pictures too?? why didnt you post them???

yourinstagram because you have yet to star in teen wolf silly

sadiesink ❤️

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timmyfan98 the fact that my two (three) faves had dinner together yesterday has done more for my mental health than my parents ever did

yourfan36 not y/n being a teen wolf girlie too omg

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timmyfan26 it's the hand in the hairs for me

yourfan18 not y/n liking this the second he posted it my PARENTS

yourinstagram actual loml (maybe show your face next time so i dont feel so weird for saying that)

tchalamet so you DO only want me for my looks huh??

yourinstagram actually your bank account is a slightly bigger selling point 🤭

timmyfan15 this picture has no right to make me feel the way it does

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late bloomer, part 3

eddie munson x reader

prompt: eddie befriends a cheerleader who’s a bit of a ’ late bloomer’ (part one, part two)

warning: mentions of underage drinking (eddie is 20, the reader is 19), cursing, smut (18+), a bit angsty, mentions of food, submission (let me know if i miss anything)

word count: 4.8k

authors note: today has been rough for eddie stan's but we persist nonetheless. (i started this part before i watched vol 2) while this began as a one-shot, your guy's feedback and love have kept me going. thank you for all your support on my posts and here is part three :) feedback is always appreciated and my requests are open!

While you hadn’t officially announced to everyone that you and Eddie were together, it was fairly apparent. When walking into school, you held hands, but didn’t speak much to others. Both of your respective friend groups were becoming adjusted to this change while the two of you tried to get to know each other better. At school, you would chat during lunch, but usually ended up at your separate tables, for no reason other than getting involved with cheer talk or his Hellfire campaign. During the week, you often had practice and studying, so most of your time together was on the weekends. He would show you different songs on guitar, laughing at how your long nails would mess up the cords.

“I’m not cutting my nails!” You gasped, holding your hands close to your chest as you stood up from his lap. He shrugged, setting his prize possession to the side, putting his hands behind his head and exhaling dramatically. “How will you ever become a rockstar, babe, if you can’t play the cords!”

“When you decide to wear a cheer skirt and dance, I’ll cut my nails and be as good as Debbie Harry.” You teased, leaning against his dresser, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He winked. Eddie could make you laugh at anything, you used to think it was due to nerves, but as you grew closer, you knew that wasn’t the case.

He even started spending the night, sometimes going to his place where he discovered your fixation on his hair. You would practically beg to brush his hair after being freshly cleaned, finding it pretty cute, he typically indulged and let your delicate hands rummage through. When you would offer for him to brush yours, he did love the way yours smelled like coconuts, he declined out of fear of pulling too hard. “Eds, I’ve had my hair teased to heaven, hairsprayed and then bobby pinned down for security. Your brush won’t rip my hair out.”

Besides Chrissy and Anne, the rest of the squad had no idea until you told them, their faces twisting in confusion while getting dressed for practice. “So does he, like, worship the devil?” Rachel whispered, as if no one could hear her when everyone wanted to know, you shook your head and explained how caring he was, how he was a total nerd who didn’t even like to kill roaches. “He’s also good in the sack!” Anne chimed in, mouth full of a protein bar as you elbowed her ribs, “Ow!”

You faced mild scrutiny from the basketball boys, they decided it was their duty to ‘protect’ you when they were the same ones who made fun of you in the early years of middle school, before you hit puberty and got boobs. “Listen, we know what kind of guy he is, he’s just trying to get with a cheerleader and hex her for power.” Liam said, the other boys nodding in agreement at the lunch table. While the girls sat on one end, the boys usually kept to themselves on the other, but they had a talent of imposing on situations where they didn’t belong. Despite Lucas interjecting that they should just let you be, they persisted, but you thanked him nonetheless.

While you didn’t try obsessing over people’s opinions on your relationship, you still went to each other's house every weekend, sometimes during the week if you had time. The sex had become more intense, boardering making love at points when he would make you feel like the only woman who had been touched properly, like no one could ever make you feel this good. Only his hands could graze your skin carefully with intensity, like you could break, but he couldn’t help indulging in you. He knew he was falling for you and that terrified him.

You weren’t sure how the argument started. You were over at Eddie’s trailer after his uncle left for work, going over homework and talking about your week. The topic of his campaign came up, figuring out when the boys were gonna come over after school besides their usual Fridays at school. He said they would do it on the weekends for a few weeks, either meeting at the trailer or Dustin’s, and you simply asked when you would have time to see each other in between with your busy cheer schedule.

“I wasn’t trying to instigate you, Eds, I just don’t get to see you much during the week-” You sighed, pulling your knees to your chest on his bedroom floor, staring at your socks that had little kittens on them. He let out an agitated noise, scribbling some lyrics down on his notebook as he fiddled with his guitar.

“Well maybe you should find time for me sometimes?” He quipped, not looking at you, sat parallel to him, only he was up on the bed. Your stomach dropped at this question as you had been trying, but you couldn’t help your cheer schedule and how much homework you had. Your parents went out of town a lot for work, a sore subject he learned not to press too much at, but on weeks when they were gone, you would sneak him in.

“Don’t think I don’t try, please? I know cheer takes up a lot of time, but-” You replied, before a sarcastic laugh left his mouth, just leaving you more confused. You weren’t sure what was going on, he wouldn’t even let you finish a thought, you couldn’t even question him. “So you can care about things that are important to you, but when it comes to me, it’s different.” He sharply said, making you unfold your legs, hoping he would look your way at your open physique.

“No! That’s not what I’m saying, I’ve even been trying to learn DnD for you-” Again, you were cut short by his quick mouth, hiding behind his mop of hair, “You make sacrifices, you want a lot of things, I get it. My stuff isn’t as interesting as yours is, don’t hurt yourself.” He mumbled, clearly irritated at your presence, but the words stung, hard. Letting the silence hang, you breathed deeply before standing up and grabbing your backpack.

“I’m just gonna walk home, call me when you want to talk.” Turning on your heels, leaving with no objection. The first few minutes you spent pondering if you had said something to upset him, if you had forgotten an important date, but nothing came to mind. Things became even more complicated when the walk to your house had a detour due to road construction, adding an extra mile on top of the original two. The cherry on top at half a mile? Rain. Pouring rain that fell like a wall cascading over you, trying to hide under a tree that was missing leaves, completely soaking you. The tears that began to fall felt futile with the rain, making them blend together.

You felt 10 inches tall, walking with your arms glued to your chest, shivering at the cool weather. Your makeup began to run, making your vision even worse, but you kept going. You had two miles left and all you wanted to do was crawl into a hole. Thunder began crashing, a scream leaving your lips in frustration, “Fuck!” You thought all hope was lost, that you were taking a bath in your own soaked clothes, until a voice came from behind.

“Hey! Need a ride?” Nancy asked, pulling up beside you with her window cracked, you couldn’t help the grateful smile that appeared on your face. You warned her of your drenched clothes, but she shrugged, leaning over to pop open the door. “Shit, Nance, you’re the best. Thank you.” She gave you a sweet smile, driving off, “Is it cool if we stop at my place first? Steve is meeting me there, I still have some clothes of yours left there.” You agreed, but questioned why he was there.

“We’re still friends, I’m still with Jonathan. Steve and Robin had to take Dustin and Mike home from the Family Video store since those dipshits also got stuck in the rain.” She laughed, joining in at the thought of Steve Harrington playing babysitter to kids you knew since diapers. You had been friends with Steve in high school as he had been on the basketball team, he was always a nice guy. She had mentioned Eddie, but you left it at “We’re good.” Not really feeling a need to completely fill her in just yet, in the midst of an argument. When you pulled up to her house, ushering up to her bathroom.

“Hold tight, I’ll grab some clothes for you, you can go ahead and get in the shower though.” She said lovingly, knowing deep down this had to have been a bad scenario for you to have been walking in the rain. You nodded, stripping and stepping into the hot water. Sandbox friendships had a certain understanding to them, you may have not spoken to Nancy daily, but if it came down to it, you were there for each other. You remembered the time Steve accidentally spilled punch all over her at a party a few years ago, somehow leading to their break up, and saw her storming out.

“Nancy is everything ok-” The words fell short at her clearly drunk and crying face. Pulling her into your chest despite the stench of alcohol covering her, you consoled her and brought her to your house. You did the same thing she did tonight, got her in the shower while you fetched some warm clothes, almost as if you expected this from one another. Giving a call to Mrs. Wheeler to say she had passed out at your house and was spending the night, you stayed up talking and eating chips, shit talking every guy in Hawkins with a laugh.

You heard the door open as Nancy dropped your clothes on the white countertops, exchanging them for your soaked ones as you thanked her. You rinsed off any left over soap, opting to get out before you cried even more. The dread filled your brain, did Eddie even realize it had begun storming? Did he even look for you? He probably fell asleep and will wake up when it’s done, wondering why you didn’t even attempt to call him. You exited the bathroom, wearing shorts and an old summer camp shirt from middle school. You smiled at the fact you knew Nancy had a matching one somewhere deep in her closet. You walked to the living room to find her, Robin, Steve, Mike, and Dustin as they watched a movie Steve probably snagged from work.

“You look like a wet dog.” Mike said, earning a smack on the back of his head from you before sitting beside Robin. You didn’t know Robin as well, only being in one or two classes together, but you gave her a warm smile before directing your attention to the anonymous movie. Steve went on a long tangent about how the flick wasn’t realistic, how he could tell there were wires holding a man up as he began to ‘fly’.

The six of you continued watching until it was finished, eventually laughing at how crappy it was. Robin popped out the tape, putting it in the sleeve and into her bag, “That may just be the worst thing I’ve ever seen and one time I walked in on Steve talking to his hair.”

“It was having a bad day!” He exclaimed, like that made it any better. You laughed, ruffling his hair from across the couch, trying to bite your hand. After talking about random things for a few minutes, from the weather to the movie to even school, Nancy offered to take you home. “Are you guys hungry? I am, we should go get food.” Robin suggested, Mike and Dustin had gone off to his room, leaving only the older kids. You agreed, not wanting to reach the reality of the situation at hand yet, plus nothing soothed the soul like food.

You piled in the car, sitting in the front seat as Nancy drove, Robin and Steve arguing about where we should go. Eventually settling on pizza, you went to a local place where the men came straight from Florence, Italy. The pizza was heavenly, none of you being able to say much since you shoved food in every second. It felt nice to be in their company, especially since Steve and Nancy had graduated and Robin didn’t engage in extracurriculars like you did. You thought about what Eddie said, despite his rude approach, maybe cheer was consuming your time. In a few days, you would have tryouts for football season, and you had already been debating not rejoining. It was nice to not talk about school related things with people.

“How's Eddie?” Robin asked, taking a bite of the greasy pizza and wiping her hands with napkins. Your face dropped for a brief moment, taking a sip of your Coke, “Uh we’re good, getting adjusted, but good.” Thankfully the conversation derailed to Steve's failing love life, joking about Tammy from sophomore year who had a failed singing career. After you all finished, you asked Nancy to take you home which was close by.

“Should I get changed and come back with the clothes?” You asked, stepping out of the car, popping open your umbrella. “Don’t worry about it, it's your clothes anyways, I’ll see you soon.” She grinned as the others waved from the back seat, watching as both of them tried lunging for the front with Robin eventually succeeding. You chuckled, running towards your front door, and dropping the covering at the porch. You reached in your bag for your keys, fiddling with the various gum wrappers and lip gloss tubes until you heard the jingle.

You opened the door, Luna strutting at your feet with a meow as you cooed, giving her a quick pet. As you shut the door, the memories of a few hours ago returned swiftly, wondering if you should call Eddie or give him space. As you reached your bedroom, you didn’t have time to contemplate as he was pacing around, fingers fiddling with his bottom lip.

“Oh shit!” You screeched, grabbing a pocket knife from your purse as his hands raised, mildly intimidated and surprised by the weapon kept in your purse. You put it back when you realized who it was, sighing and rubbing your face.

“Oh fuck, babe, I’m so sorry. I started driving around when you left and I checked your usual route, but it was closed. Then it started raining, shit, I’m so sorry.” He confessed, pulling you into a hug in his chest where you couldn’t help melting into. His arms reminded you of safety and, no matter if you were mad at him, you couldn’t be for long.

“You were mean, Eddie. I was so cold and wet and the only reason I’m not right now is because Nancy saw me walking home.” You mumbled into his shoulder, his heart dropping and holding you tighter. “I know, I was just being a dick. I know you try to balance school and cheer and taking care of your house. I just feel like sometimes what I do isn’t as important as what you do. Which isn’t an excuse! I just, gah, I don’t know!” He exasperated, clearly trying to find a way to explain himself, but you pulled away as his doe eyes watched.

“Eddie, what you do is really important to me, I try figuring out what you’re into and what you like. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.” He nodded, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, “I know my schedule is busy, but I don’t want you to think I’m not trying. This is still really new to me and I worry about everything! I want to be good for you, Eds! I know being a cheerleader has a reputation, especially when the guys we cheer for are Jason, but it’s more than that. I’m more than that Eddie! I’m not even doing cheer after this season so I can work on myself, on us, on anything I think I should work on! I’m sorry if that makes me selfish, but I want this to work for us, I need this to work.”

He looked at you thoroughly, making sure you were finished to not cut you off as he did earlier. He was at a loss for words, having spent his whole life not having people supporting him to lead to this moment. Where the girl he was falling head over heels for would make it her mission to be with him despite him trying to push her away in fear.

“I’m sorry I was such a dick, you didn’t deserve it at all. You’re nothing, but kind, patient, and understanding, no matter what dumb shit I do. I was just nervous, I guess, no one’s actually tried to ‘get’ me. I’m not used to having people in my corner, I thought you would eventually get scared and dip and have the whole basketball team jump me in the parking lot.” He lightly joked at the end, but your face remained serious, “I don’t even know what to say, you’re the best, and I’m so sorry you had to walk in the rain too. Are you warm? Do you need a bath or my jacket or a blanket or-” You cut off his rambling by kissing him, hands going behind his neck as his met your hips.

“I know you didn’t mean it, Eddie, but I also don’t have a great track record. My parents are never around either and I was bullied, like, all of elementary school. We can do this together, as cheesy as that sounds, I don’t want you to feel alone. I also would never send the basketball players after you, if anything I’d use the wrestlers, the captain has been trying to bang me since freshman year.” You laughed, a smile appearing till the last sentence when his eyes rolled. You stood there in silence for a moment, enjoying the peaceful moment, but Eddie’s skin was aching to touch you.

“I love you, like, a lot. Is that cool or?” He asked, making you laugh with a nod, “I love you, like, a lot too.” Mimicking him and his nervousness. Your lips meant one another’s again, a bit more heated due to the emotionally heightened day. What Eddie lacked with words was articulated with body language. Gripping your sides to sit you on his lap, trailing his hands to grab your ass, pulling you closer in the process. Soft grunts left his mouth when you both pulled for the occasional breath. He became louder when your lips went to his neck, leaving a trail of beautiful red blotches in its wake.

While all apologies were accepted and done, you wanted him badly, to prove to him you were trying. When he laid back against your pillows, he watched as you scooted down to fiddle with his pants. His mind focused on the inevitable dick worshiping, but yours trailed to the handcuffs placed between his belt and jeans.

“You know our safe word, right?” You asked innocently, pulling one strap from the loop as he looked at you with confusion. “Yeah, cinnamon.” He puffed, imagining what kind of position or deed you would beg from him. His hands that were placed at his navel, relaxed, were grasped swiftly by your delicate hand. You cuffed his hands and placed them above your head board, his eyes practically popping out. His breath caught in his chest before you returned to his waist, slowly opening his zipper. While he wasn’t used to this behavior from you, he was hard quickly, biting his lip, “Shit baby-“

“Don’t speak unless I say, okay?” You stated, cold, before going back to your task at hand, yanking off his jeans and boxers. You laid down between his bare legs, grabbing them and kissing up. “I love your thighs, have I ever said that?” You could see his cheeks get flushed, watching his face contort when you nip at his skin. You kissed around his cock, keeping eye contact to see his tough exterior crumble with each touch. He groaned, thrusting into the air for some more friction, but you bit down hard.

“Fuck!” He yelped, clenching his eyes when you lapped your tongue against the mark. You straddled his thighs, watching him twitch in front of you, a sadistic laugh erupting from your mouth. You pouted at the black shirt he still wore, grabbing the pocket knife from your bag on the floor, slicing open the shirt till you could throw it to the ground. You took the time to undress yourself, a soft grunt from the man beneath you when you took your bra off. You ran your hand up his tattooed chest, resting your index and middle finger against his mouth, pushing them in smoothly. His eyes stayed on yours when they departed to land on your clit, gasping as you placed pressure.

“You are not coming unless I say so, do you understand? Is it okay that I don’t have a condom?” You questioned, lining him up to your entrance, making sure he nodded before finally sinking down. Eddie let out a soft whine as you made it halfway, taking a deep breath to gather yourself. It amazed you how no matter what mindset you were in, whenever you connected this intimately, you wanted him to take control. You shook the thought from your brain as you went all the way, an unintentional gasp slipping out before you could cover your mouth. You forced yourself to place your hands on his chest, stuttering your hips as you tried to gain rhythm.

Eddie’s eyes followed your moves, taking note of your usual cues. He was taken aback by your brass moves so far, enchanted by the way you manhandled him with ease. But he could tell you were beginning to fall. Your once abrupt boldness was simmering as you rocked against him, feeling overwhelmed by your own emotions and the comforting feeling of having him inside you. Your hands scrunched against his chest, tears falling down your cheek with a soft whimper.

“Princess?” He whispered, your eyes clenching tighter in embarrassment from being on top of the world to submission in moments. You didn’t respond, curling in on yourself as his heart clenched. He knew you were trying, not wanting to back down, but he also knew he needed to take care of you. It had been an intense day for you both, he needed to bring you pleasure for his own form of closure between the sheets. “I know you can hear me, baby, I’m gonna take care of you, okay? I just need you to grab the keys for the handcuffs.” Slowly, your shaking hands inched towards the wooden chair near your bed where his pants were, grasping the keys from the pocket as he put his hands in front of you. A cry left your mouth as you tried to unlock it, but he cooed, “You’re okay, you’re okay. You got it.”

As the clank sounded, he grabbed you close to his chest to roll over, wiping your tears away as you avoided eye contact. He pulled out, laying against you, checking in to make sure you still wanted to continue and you agreed. He cradled your face for a minute, trying to bring you solace in your vulnerable state. As your breathing regulated, facial features relaxing, he pushed his tip inside. Your walls fluttered around him, making you sigh pleasantly. “Good girl.” He mumbled against the shell of your ear, thrusting gently till he bottomed out.

“I’m sorry I can’t be what you want.” You murmured, finally looking at him with hands in his hair, “I-I wanted to be something you liked, you like edgy things and I wanted to be exciting for you. To do something you like, I don’t want you to get bored of me.” You revealed demurely, chest heaving against his, hips stilling as you felt full. Tucking strands of hair behind your ear, he felt the weight of his own words sink again. He never wanted you to feel this way, never in a million years.

“You mean a lot to me, okay? I haven’t loved anyone the way I love you. The way you accidentally trip over my shoes when we hold hands because you stand too close, when you giggle and I literally believe I’m being transcended from Earth, you make me feel on top of the world.” He divulged, “You make me unbelievably happy by just being yourself, I never want you to do anything you don’t want to for me okay? Unless it’s listening to Iron Maiden because I promise just give them a fourth chance and you’ll love it!” You giggled, making him feel like he was in the presence of an angel, “I’ve never been this vulnerable before and that scares me, I didn’t want you to leave. And you never have to apologize to me for being honest.”

His final words made your heart flutter, smiling softly as he leaned your forehead against yours.

“I love you, a lot, and I would give Iron Maiden a million chances for you. You make me so happy, Eds, I’m so happy when we spend time together. I feel like nothing can hurt me when I’m with you.” His eyes deepened at your words, moving himself inside you, “No one can hurt you when you're with me.” He moaned, fucking you intensely as you meweled, grabbing his shoulders. He grabbed one of your hands, lacing it in his, kissing it. The action alone made you clench and him snicker, “You’re so cute, sweet girl.” Your legs wrapped around his waist as he felt you grow closer.

Placing your spare hand on your clit to stimulate your nerves to put you on the edge. The feeling of him inside you with no plastic had you practically feral, begging him repeatedly. He could barely contain himself as you somehow felt tighter than ever, your moans like a symphony. “C-can we come together, baby?” He mustered, breath becoming more rigid as you agreed and placing his lips on yours. When he felt you begin to squeeze, he let go with you, thinking he’s never come so much in his life. Your fronts pressed together as you both arched your backs in pleasure, immediately finding your lips again when you shuttered his name.

He coaxed his way out of your bed despite your pleas, grabbing a towel to clean you both up like normal. He watched as chills creeped up your body, the warm rag still being too much for your fragile state. Your eyes in a slight daze, watching him as he shot you a wink. You looked away coyly, covering yourself in the pink sheets you had for years.

“You know, I usually like to give you my shirt afterwards, but, ya know.” He held up the torn up black shirt, making you choke on a laugh. He fell dramatically on the bed when you made grabby hands, face between your breasts and looking up at you. You laid together doing your usual pillow talk on what movie you had seen or what moves he had made in his campaign. You were glad that the tension from just a few hours ago was dissolved.

“You gotta tell me everything you do, capeesh? I want a front row seat to everything, even if I have to stare at Jason’s dumb face the whole time.” He huffed, rolling his eyes at the thought of the thumb head who ladies seemed to adore. He hated school events, especially during his third senior year, but he would do it just to see you smile.

“Don’t worry, babe, I don’t even like looking at him. I won’t have you succumb to the same fate.” You joked as he smirked, “I do want to be there for your Dungeons and Dragons campaigns because I still don’t understand what makes you the Dungeon Master.”

“Shit, you should start calling me Dungeon Master more often, maybe we can incorporate that in bed like you can be a girl I steal-” You cut him off by squishing his cheeks together, shaking his face until he yanked away and pinned you to the bed. “Whatever you say, Master.”

“Oh yeah, you’re definitely calling me that more often, princess.”

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Hihihihi!!! I wanna ask, what are some songs that remind you of J+H :33??? ((/nf))

HELLO!! :33 THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK! THERE ARE SO MANY KVKSKVKSLC

OKAY, SO! First of all, *casually drops my J&H inspired playlist* all the songs I mention are on here, (WHICH ARE ALL SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF JEKYLL AND HYDE (all songs I've been recently obsessed with, someday ill go back in my liked songs lmao) AND SOME REASONS FOR SONGS ARE SUPER SPECIFIC, PLZ DON'T BULLY ME PEOPLE 🙏) so if you mayhaps wanna listen to any of the mentioned songs, they're there :3

BUT, ONTO THE SONGS AND REASONS!

Of course there's all the Will Wood songs from this list I did forever ago, but there are some other Will Wood songs I didn't put on there, like -Ish (which reminds me of Jekyll) and Cicada Days (which is literally University Lanyon and Jekyll)

Onto the various artists!

Pray To God For Your Mother by Dance Gavin Dance- BIG Jekyll song to me. "Dependent on the medicine to keep my colors vivid", " part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams, that I will learn from the cut when I bleed", "blame it all on the lamest dude, blame it all on the payments due", " didn't think id have to answer for the lies I told myself, at least not so soon" I MEAN CMON

Lights Out by Mindless Self Indulgence- for Hyde, the little adrenaline junkie.

Mr. Doctor Man by Palaye Royale- Jekyll energy, ofc. "Mr doctor man questions his hands, lost his mind, clinically fine, but he found a way to cope, needle in his throat"

Necromancin Dancin by Bear Ghost- Hyde, but instead of it being, ya know, the dead, it's him unleashing the nightmares on Jekyll. "Now we've found it, I'm astounded, every town will be surrounded by a throng of marchin' death, delicious the riches that glisten ahead!" Plus all the dancing references work bc he unleashed them at that party :3

Ghost Town -Revisited- by Trickle- Jekyll, once more. "So sick of this city's disguise, it glowing on the surface but it's drowning in lies", "Is there a reason that I'm wanting to hide when I look into the mirror just to see empty eyes?", "ghost that tried living a tired life, I'm haunted by the memories I buried inside"

Evelyn Evelyn by Evelyn Evelyn- Jekyll and Hyde, another one where basically all the lyrics are spot on lmao, but I will say I see the feminine voice as Jekyll and the Masculine one as Hyde :3

Turn The Lights Off by Tally Hall- Jekyll and Hyde

There's also a lot of Chonny Jash ones! Obviously The Ballad of Dr Jekyll and The Mr Hyde Jive, but also:

A Devil's Tricks- this one is literally just Jekyll and Hyde, idek what else to say lmao. Like, this dude sitting in lowkey self loathing while his mind tells him bad things? Not to mention the accuracy of the lyrics in general. Id list them, but then id just be pasting the whole song 💀

End the Dance- Lanyon and Rachel being the ones caring, and then switches to Jekyll. Once again don't really know what lyrics to throw in lmao

Banana Man- Jekyll and Hyde, with the whole banana thing being Jekyll becoming Hyde. "Forget all your morals and go with the flow, forget about the bad the good is all you know, and forget about the voice that's lying deep inside, the one that's screaming and screeching proclaiming wrong from right" "tomorrow morning on the plane, no banana makes you go insane. Floating back to busy town, no banana makes you want to frown"

Don't Take It Personally- EOUGHKEKOGKD another angsty Jekyll and Lanyon song.. "You can surrender your heart, but it won't be enough, don't take it personally I'm afraid of love" "if the drugs aren't in my system, then what the hell has blurred my vision?" "My wrist and my heart where you kissed pulled apart" "so just keep playing your part, and ill keep calling your bluff, don't take it personally when push comes to shove"

Push- Jekyll, ofc pushing all his friends away. "I see you trying to slowly turn your back on them, the shadow of who you were when back when you felt condemned"

I also have a bunch of other CCCC songs but idk how to explain why my mind thinks they fit, so I'm just gonna list them and idk, some might get brief explanations

Ruler of Everything- Jekyll trying to stop Hyde from going out, then Hyde literally ruining his life.

Dream (Outro to Calamity)- kinda specific to my little "Whole Jekyll" AU (as most of these are to some slight degree)

The Mind Electric- Hyde

Be Born- also Hyde

Light- Jekyll and Hyde

Good Day- Jekyll

Just Apathy- Jekyll, with Hyde as mind

Two Wuv- Jekyll

Greener- once again, Jekyll

Mucka Blucka- Jekyll and Hyde, (and my "Whole" Jekyll)

We're gonna Win- Jekyll and Hyde (except eventually getting along)

There's some on my playlist ik I didn't mention, but I think this should be good for now, LMAO, AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK GJSKKVKD ILY GUYS 🗣️🗣️🗣️

#my ramblings #tgs #jekyll and hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #will wood #chonny jash #music ramblings

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I love your life is strange bots!! Chloe and Rachel are some of my all time favourite characters! so truly thank you. :D

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todaydreambelieversfic · 4 months

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Kurt shivered. He was terrified. The first reviews of Wicked were released today, and he had never felt like he was going to cry and vomit at the same time. Suddenly, a familiar hand squeezed his. Blaine draped his other arm over his shoulder and pulled him closer.

“It’s going to be ok. Whatever it says, you were incredible last night,” Blaine said, cupping Kurt’s face and lightly kissing his lips . “Absolutely breathtaking. I was so happy to be with you, on stage and afterward. Seeing you perform, embodying such a strong character, it reinforced everything I saw that first day at your auditions. You are the most moral, compassionate person I've ever met, and I was blown away by the rawness and honesty I saw you show a room full of strangers. I knew then that you were my Elphaba.”

Kurt giggled and returned Blaine’s kiss, this one with more heat. "I knew that you were my Fiyero too. The very first time I saw you after you dropped that couch on Sam.”

"I truly mean it. You gave Idina a run for her money. You were brilliant," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear as he kissed that spot that he had recently discovered drove him wild.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Blaine."

“No, it will get you sidelined by Fake Boobs over there for a few performances if I ever walk in on you two giving each other blowjobs on company time again,” April blurted. Kurt’s cheeks flushed red as Blaine said something that sounded like ‘so worth it,’ and chuckled as he kissed Kurt’s cheek and pulled back a little.

“Oh please, like we never got busy on company time?” Cooper laughed. “Actually, I think that’s the only time we ever fooled around.”

“Shut up, Mr. Hollywood and read the damn review or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” Cooper smirked. “Fire me? I’m here for Blaine and Rachel, and if it gets rave reviews, to take half the credit.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, give me the damn paper,” Santana said, jerking the paper from Cooper’s hands. “I doubt they even said anything about my performance so I’m here for the shots at Hobbit,” she said, fiercely flipping past the news and sports pages until she finally found the page she was looking for. It turned out that Rachel did, in fact, run off an actress, the one playing Boq. Santana stepped in to play a genderbent version of the role for the premiere.

“Well, in case they don’t, you were great,” Kurt said with a smile.

“Thank you,” Santana said sincerely. Just for that, I’m skipping to what they said about you first.”

“I started the show, so you have to start with me,” Rachel protested loudly, grabbing for the paper.

“But since this show was not about you…” Santana started, but the paper was swiftly jerked from both of their hands by April Rhodes herself.

“Let’s get on with it. If it’s good, I got a celebration to start that ain’t appropriate here in the streets, and if it’s bad, I don’t wanna get arrested for being drunk and disorderly on the side of the road. Again,” April blurted. “Ok, ok.” April started reading the review. “ So Wicked is a beloved production on Broadway, so it would be hard to screw up such a beloved story, but I have to admit that under the direction of April Rhodes… I’m just going to skip this part and get to the good stuff, blah, blah, blah, here we go. This genderbent version could’ve been a disaster. They didn’t fully commit to the idea since Glinda was played by a woman, the Tony award winning actress, Rachel Berry. She was perfect for the self-indulged, spoiled Glinda because I’m pretty sure she was just playing herself,”

“Hey!” Rachel whined.

“The man’s not wrong,” Kurt stage whispered to Blaine, who smiled and squeezed Kurt’s shoulder.

April continued.

The cast was good, although not as good as the original. The problem with a rebooted show that is beloved as much as this one is, is that the actors and actresses have to find a way to make the characters their own. Although not all of them were successful with this, I believe that there were two actors who were able to breathe new life into the show. I’m referring to Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel, who protrayed Fiyero and Elphaba respectively.

Although both actors are new to Broadway, I believe this won’t be the last time we see their names in lights. Their chemistry was off the charts. I was disappointed that there wasn’t a cast album to purchase because I literally had chills when Mr. Hummel and Mr. Anderson sang ‘As Long as You’re Mine.’ I believed that those two truly were in love as they sang the duet.

As for Blaine Anderson, I have to admit that when I realized I was watching Cooper Anderson’s younger brother, I was prepared with my noise-canceling earbuds, with the elder’s tendency to scream his lines. I was pleasantly surprised with the sincerity and depth Blaine gave this supporting role. His vocals were immaculate. I was saddened that Blaine didn’t have more songs in which to lend his voice to. I truly believe that Blaine Anderson will have a much deeper impact on Broadway than the elder Anderson had.

"Hey," Cooper nearly shouted."

"Sucks doesn't it," Rachel pouted.

"Shhhh. Go on, April," Kurt said.

April continued. "As for Kurt Hummel, the star of the story, he had massive shoes to fill as the first male Elphaba. Not only did he fill them, but he strutted in them for the whole audience to see. If tonight is anything to go by, my prediction is that this talented young man will be holding a statue on Broadway’s biggest night because I could not take my eyes off him every time he was on stage. April Rhodes, bravo! You certainly found a star in Kurt Hummel."

I have already arranged to attend this show again again in its short run, although I hope they will extend this production so that the masses will have the opportunity to see it. It’s not the first revival of this show, but it will certainly be the one I remember when it's brought up in conversation. I will be rooting for the moment when the big award night rolls around and they get the recognition they deserve,” April finished. “Well damn! I only read all that because I saw my lil’ ol’ name at the bottom. They barely mentioned me.”

Before Kurt even knew what hit him, he was scooped into Blaine’s embrace. Blaine kissed him fiercely as Rachel and Santana fought over the paper April now seemed bored with so that they could read the part April skipped over. April, who had actually been sober for eight days, pulled a flask from her cleavage and didn’t even take a breath as she guzzled the liquid down her throat. None of that mattered to Kurt. The show was considered a success, at least by the New York Times, and he was going to celebrate with the love of his life. He could read the other reviews later.

Kurt pulled back from Blaine, who whimpered a little when he was left wanting more.

“I wasn’t ready for that to be over yet,” Blaine pouted.

“Me neither, but I need you to know that I love you.” Kurt smiled, his eyes a little wet with tears of joy. “I love you so much.”

Blaine smiled. “I love you too. He laughed when he saw Rachel and Santana rip the paper in half and grabbed the New York Post. “Some people don’t know how to celebrate.”

“Oh honey, I do, and we haven’t even begun celebrating yet,” Kurt teased, giving Blaine a quick, but passionate kiss. “But my plans for you will not pan out well on the side of the street.”

“Then take me to your place,” Blaine whispered seductively in Kurt’s ear.

“Let’s get out of here,” Kurt said, taking Blaine’s hand and leading him back to his apartment.

****

“HARDER KURT! FUCK ME HARDER! I"M SO CLOSE!”

“OH HELL NO!” Mercedes yelled when she heard the noises coming from the apartment below them. “They had to come back here so we could hear their debauchery?”

“It’s kinda hot, actually,” Sam winked at her suggestively.

“It makes sense why white boy believed you were gay,” Mercedes replied, rolling her eyes at her fiancé. “But they do sound hot, if it wasn’t CONSTANT. Thank the lord they take it to Blaine’s apartment sometimes. She laughed, grabbed the broom, flipped it handle up and rammed it into the floor. “GIVE IT A REST, WILL YOU!” She yelled, leaning the broom against the wall.

“JUST BECAUSE YOU AREN’T GETTING ANY DOESN’T MEAN WE SHOULD ABSTAIN!” Kurt called back. “So tight for me, Blaine!”

Sam laughed and called back. “USE PROTECTION BOYS!”

“Holy hell,” Mercedes sighed, shaking her head as she sunk onto the couch. “We need to move.”

“Actually, they need to move, which is why if Kurt says yes tonight, they will.”

"YES KURT! OH GOD, YES! I"M COMING! SHIT!" Blaine hollered.

“Yes to what? Is our boy proposing? It’s only been six weeks,” Mercedes blurted.

“Blaine’s gonna ask him to move in.”

“WAIT? REALLY? BLAINE’S GOING TO ASK KURT TO MOVE IN WITH HIM?” Mercedes nearly screamed. “OH MY GOD!”

“OH MY GOD! YES! BLAINE! I WILL!” Kurt cried hysterically.

“THANKS ALOT YOU BLABBERMOUTHS!” Blaine called.

“HE SAID YES SO YOU’RE WELCOME!” Mercedes shouted back.

“Hell, we’re all going to get evicted if you don’t quit shouting back and forth with them through the ceiling.” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “I’m happy for them though. They’ve been good for each other, and Kurt’s a good neighbor. He’s usually calm and quiet.”

“OH MY GOD, YES! I LOVE YOUR TONGUE, BABY! FUCK ME WITH IT GOOD!”

“OH, YOU BOYS IS NASTY!” Mercedes hollered back. “Come on,” she said, grabbing Sam’s hand and pulling him to his feet. We’re going somewhere. Anywhere but here for a couple of hours. “AND THEN, WE’LL COME BACK AND HELP THEM PACK ‘CUZ THEY GOTS TO GO!”

*****

“So, was what Mercedes said true? Do you really want to try living together?” Kurt asked as he carded his fingers through Blaine’s curls. They were lying in Kurt’s bed, with only a thin sheet loosely covering them as the lights from the street trickled in through the curtains.

“Hell yes,” Blaine said simply, kissing Kurt’s forehead.

Kurt raised his head and turned to face Blaine. “Do you think it’s too soon?” Kurt asked.

“No. But if you want to wait until we’ve been together a little longer, I understand.”

“I don’t,” Kurt replied simply, leaning in to kiss Blaine softly on his lips. “I don’t want to be away from you when I can avoid it.”

“It’d be okay though. Either way, I’ll be happy. ‘As long as you’re mine,’” Blaine almost singsonged, returning the kiss.

“I’m totally yours, you cheeseball,” Kurt laughed, booping him on the nose. “Wait, you have another room, right? Because your closet is kinda small.”

“I’d convert the other bedroom to a closet if that’s what it takes for you to be happy. Actually, I think that’s what it was originally,” Blaine chuckled. “And you act like you aren’t just as big a cheeseball as me.”

“True, but right now, we are dirty, dirty cheeseballs.” Kurt said, pulling him up out of the bed. “We need to go shower and then I’m gonna kick your ass in 'Just Dance.'

“You wish,” Blaine challenged. “You haven’t seen my rendition of ‘You Should Be Dancin’ yet.”

“And you haven’t seen my version of ‘Single Ladies’. You better bring it.”

“I fully intend to,” Blaine chuckled as he grabbed a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube. Unbeknownst to Kurt, Mercedes had already showed him a video of the routine, and he wanted to be ready. “Hey, Kurt. Do you still have the leotard?”

“You know about the leotard?”

“Um, Mercedes showed me a video. Who would’ve ever guessed that Sam’s Mercedes was the same Mercedes you went to high school with?” Blaine laughed.

“Ugh, I wanted to surprise you,” Kurt pouted playfully.

“You do, all the time. You’re the most unpredictable man I’ve ever met. You always zig when I think you’re going to zag and I really love that about you.”

“I love you too, Blaine,” he said sweetly, but then his hand landed in a loud plop on Blaine’s bare ass. “But let’s get out of the shower. If I can’t shock you with Beyonce, I can show you my Gaga impression.”

“Saw that one too, but I’d rather see it live, in person, and naked.” Blaine laughed, waggling his eyebrows at his boyfriend.

“As you wish,” Kurt said as he grabbed Blaine’s hand and led him toward the shower.

THE END

Thanks to Ericdooley for looking over this. I also want to thank any of you who commented, shared, left kudos, or recommended this story. It's been a blast.

Read it from the beginning at the link below.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #GleefulDarrenCrissFan writes #As Lonf As You're Mine Fic #glee fic

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thatgordongirl · 1 year

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My BBC Ghosts Fanfics

Oneshot Collections -

Easter Oneshots

Christmas Oneshots

Spooktober Oneshots

WIPs -

Never Anything Quite So Special (3/4)- Fanny’s son returns to Button House as a ghost

If I Lived There (2/8) - Pat and Julian survive and meet as living people

This Whole Time - Captain has a flask on him, cue boys night

A Rainbow (6/8)- The ghosts as the colours of Kitty’s rainbow

Everybody Talks (1/4) - Captain starts to see Julian in a different light, leading to conflicting feelings

Patcap -

You Matter To Me - Captain has an existential crisis, Pat tries to make him feel better

Loverman (Oh Where Can You Be?) - Captain builds up the courage to tell Pat how he feels

1944-Lieutenant Butcher - Pat goes back in time to 1944, being assigned to the Captain

Paper Butterflies - Alison introduces the group to a therapy technique

Capulian -

Thank You For Being A Friend - Julian is gloomy on his death day, Captain sympathises

Keep Me Safe - Julian helps Captain cope with PTSD

Couldn’t Escape If I Wanted To - Alison had another party, so Julian distracts Captain

You Are The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine - Captain and Julian have an emotional affair

Things I Would (Could) Never Do - Captain meets an alive Julian Fawcett, he’s not impressed

I Get A Little Bit Genghis Khan - Julian and Cap get into an interesting routine

Indulgence - Captain & Julian and Captain & Pat

War Poetry -

Alone Again - Captain comforts Thomas during a difficult time

Our Little Secret - Thomas is more observant than the others know

No Man Left Unconcealed - The ghosts decide to play hide and seek, Thomas and Captain end up stuck together

De-Cap-itation

The Perfect View - Humphrey and Cap meet up for the night guard

Multiple ships/No pairings/One off pairings -

Hopelessly Devoted To You - Thomas/Isabelle, Humphrey/Sophie, Julian/Margot, Pat/Carol and Captain/Havers

Captain x Multiple -

Ghostly Support - Pat/Captain, Thomas/Captain, Captain/Julian, Humphrey/Captain and Robin/Captain

Thomas-centric -

What Writing Can Do - Thomas reflects on the importance of his profession

Reader Insert -

Families Aren’t Always Blood - Teen reader insert can see the ghosts

Pat/Carol -

Love Is Like - Pat/Carol

Theodore-centric -

When Soft Voices Die - Captain’s great nephew decides to learn more about his heritage

Multiple -

In Case You Don’t Last Forever - Daley & Pat, Pat/Captain, Captain/Havers, Julian/Robin, Isabelle/Thomas

It Was Funny - Captain & Fanny & Robin & Humphrey

Fanny & Stephen Button centric -

She Used To Be Mine - Fanny teaches Alison how to dance

Rachel & Margot Fawcett centric -

We Go To The Stars - Rachel and Alison have a talk on the roof

I’m Sorry For Your Loss - Margot and her relationship with death

In Nature Nothing Exists Alone - Rachel relates to plants more than people

Informality Of Family - Cap’s great nephew Theodore and Rachel Fawcett meet

The Joker And The Queen - Theodore gets shot and Rachel goes to comfort him

Nobody Else (But You) - Some good Rachel and Theo bonding

Forget - Rachel and Daley have a midnight conversation

New Year’s Kisses - Pat/Captain, Pat/Julian, Julian/Margot and Daley & Rachel

Exceptions - Rachel doesn’t like most people

#bbc ghosts fics #bbc ghosts

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ouiouibaguettt · 1 year

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Against the world right?

((okayy so it's my first time writting something so please be indulgent and sorry it's a little short 😊

Feel free to ask a request

warning: no one i think thanks @Ivssss for the request!! Tell me if I did it correct! Danielle van de donk x Audrey Areola (oc!) Masterlist

Request: "Maybe you can write it like the ex (rachel varane) who knows exactly how Danielle's life is and her new love (audrey areola) doesn't know how to calm her down, so she does reach out to the ex of Danielle, just to ask her to help?"

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Audrey's POV:

It's already been 1 year and a half that I'm with Daan and I couldn't be more happier it was complicated at the start because she was the ex of an international teammates of mine Rachel Varane. Okay, their relation ended on bad terms but Rachel was ok for me being with Danielle and besides she moved on with that spanish girl Leila Ouahabi.

It's been a week now since Danielle went out with an injury in training, although it's not too serious, she was mentally affected by it, talking about the fact that it would cause her less playing time. She rebuilt the walls that I had managed to break down a year ago.

In one week we managed to get more angry at each other than we had in the year and a half we had been together. I was trying to get her to tell me what I could have done to make her distance herself from me but she just dismissed me like she always does.

Not knowing what else to do I contacted Rachel to help me with the situation as she knows Danielle better. "Be there for her, don't push her to talk about it, she'll do it on her own" the man utd player said to me "Ok I see thank you very much Rach, and sorry for bothering you again, see you at the next camp" I said hanging up the phone and heading to Danielle's and my room.

After lying down next to her I feel her shoulders relax and rest her head on my chest. "I'm sorry I pushed you to talk when you didn't want to I didn't know what else to do" I say feeling guilty.

"Don't apologise my love, I'm sorry I distanced myself from you and made you think you might have done something. It's just that since training I'm afraid of aggravating my ankle every time, and that fear turns into anxiety and I can never deal with it." she said avoiding my gaze

"Please, next time try to talk to me about it you know I'm here for you sweetheart, you and me together against the rest of the world right?" I say smiling.

"You and me together against the rest of the world" she said kissing me before putting her head back on my chest and closing her eyes.

#danielle van de donk x reader #danielle van de donk #danielle van de donk x oc #woso fanfics #woso #woso x oc #woso x reader #danielle van de donk fanfics

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What's your ultimate self indulgent smiling man fantasy?

'Nonners. I love this question, thank you for it, I am totally here for any indulgence of my smiling man obsession.

I don't have a singular ultimate fantasy as I cycle through very similar ones regularly enough, so let me be very very self-indulgent and go into all of them.

Behind a read more because it might be a lot.

So my smiling man daydream fantasies tend to have a few distinct categories.

Folksy/grounded -- where whoever I'm imagining myself to be has made a bargain with the smiling man, similar to the bargain than Jonathan Webster made ,and very often they're in historical settings. Sometimes it's people making a bargain for something earnest, like wanting to have children or paying off some massive debt they can't see a way out of or wanting to get out of being married off to someone (usually these tie into the issues of being a historical woman--wanting to escape a fate); sometimes it's more greedy and selfish, like someone wanting to be a famous artist but wanting that instant magic fix to be famous.

These always end with the character in question being taken behind the mist and used up, after the smiling man is ready to take them.

Servant - where whoever I'm imagining myself to be makes a bargain with the smiling man but becomes his servant in the 'sunshine world' as part of the deal. Usually these characters tend to be desperate but yearning for something that isn't a necessity, like fame--quite often they want to be stage performers because then I can daydream with my music playing and have it be relevant, lol.

Sometimes the servant character falls in love/gets engaged and the smiling man gets mad about it because the character belongs to him, and they didn't even think about that before trying to promise themselves to someone else. He doesn't view it in a "I love them" way, just, "Uhhh you're my belonging, I own you, what makes you think you can just up and devote your soul to someone?"

For supreme self indulgence with this daydream, I turn to "All I Ask Of You" from Phantom of the Opera, where the character and her fiance write a song where my character is alluding to their servitude to the smiling man and all the horror that entails ("All I want is freedom/ a world with no more night/And you, always beside me/To hold me and to hide me") while the fiance is probably just thinking they have lots of personal problems.

And of course, the smiling man gets wind of this song, and is not very impressed and will be having A Talk with the character.

These don't really have endings, they sometimes spin off into other vaguely musical moments, often with "Pure as the Driven Snow" from the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (the official Rachel Zegler version of the song, anyway).

Adults with supernatural or smiling man adjacent histories for these Daydreams, it involves a character who has a background with the smiling man in some way or who has a traumatic event that connects them to supernatural or otherworldly things.

Sometimes it's a character who encountered the smiling man and made a bargain as a child, and now they're an adult and he's coming to collect. I often have him show up looking like someone else and fucking with them, because he finds it entertaining.

Sometimes it's someone who saw a ghost or was involved in another supernatural entities shenanigans (sometimes I decide the Other Mother from Coraline was involved, or a creature like her) but as an adult they have the misfortunate to come across the smiling man, who overhears their history and decides they'd make a great way to help keep the doorway to the other side of the mist open.

One in particular I always return to is someone who returns as an adult to this summer camp style experience where the kids lodge in this large building that used to be an old mansion but was refurbished into a summer camp spot with offices, dorm rooms, etc.

As a kid, they were haunted here by this creepy lady ghost who wanted to take them and have them be their "daughter" (because their own daughter died due to their negligence). And when they come back as an adult to be a counselor or chaperone... well, they end up coming back the summer that the smiling man happens to be there looking for new souls to collect.

And the lady ghost offers to help trap all the kids at the camp if he just makes sure she gets to keep the returned character forever and ever.

Folklore - I would say this is probably the most self indulgent of them. In this type of Daydream, the character is someone who is really into folklore beliefs, believing in old traditions like house spirits and witchcraft, who leaves out buttermilk for a house spirit that lives in the wood shed and makes protective bundles every year to hang up around the house that will ward off bad spirits. Who goes into the woods to gather herbs.

For this, I usually imagine the character was taught by their grandmother or something like that. A grandmother who taught them about fairies in the woods, who told them to sweep out bad energy with a broom during changing of the seasons, and who (to steal from Addie LaRue) said to never ask things of any spirit who comes after dark.

And they often have a sibling who doesn't believe in the things the grandma told them and who teases the character about it. Like, the character smacks the sibling's hand because they try to take baked goods that they're going to leave in the forest as an offering, or they try to use buttermilk being collected for the house spirit to make pancakes. And their sibling is just like, 'Ohhh boy, here we go again."

It's lighthearted teasing from the sibling. Mostly just because that allows the smiling man to overhear what the character believes in and have it feel organic.

All of this usually leads to the smiling man deciding that this character could be an interesting way to keep the door(s) to the other side of the mist open. Sometimes I have the smiling man encounter the house spirit, who threatens him to leave the character alone, as she's the only one who still feeds him and believes in him.

(The character does usually have a niece or nephew that she teaches these things too, so trying to keep her grandmother's traditions alive.)

I never really have concrete endings for these types of saydreams as they kind of go back and forth depending on my mood. Sometimes I have the smiling man encounter the character in the woods and nothing much happens, other times he tries to make a bargain and she is smart enough to realize that it's a bad idea.

Often they have conversations about things that she believes in, because he's always interested in people who still believe in the old things that have been overridden by technology and science.

#smiling man #I am really ... really into him #this probably isn't the only smiling man post for today ;) hint hint wink wink wink #gonna hopefully finish up one thing before bedtime

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