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fictionalwh0ree · 1 year

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perfectly made bed- fiona gallagher

summary: it's the 80s and you're a member in a rock band. you party hard and do as much as you can with your male counterparts. fiona, on the other hand, is the total opposite. and you hate each other for it.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: heavy drug/alcohol use

pairing: 80srockstar!fiona x rockstar!reader

you unlocked the door to your hotel room and looked around. you noticed the perfectly made bed you wouldn’t use, the washroom that would be torn apart, the freshly vacuumed carpet that would be stained and dirty, and finally, the mini fridge stocked with overpriced liquor that would be empty anyway come morning. you dropped your bag onto the ground and opened the fridge. you picked up one of the tiny bottles and threw it back at once. the taste warmed your throat and you winced a little before throwing it into the trashcan nearby.

the clock on the wall ticked and you watched as it hit 3:30 pm, signalling that you needed to head downstairs to the lobby. you shut the tv off and got up from the ground, stumbling slightly as you kicked over a couple more bottles, clinking against each other as you did so. your head had already begun to spin as you walked down the identical halls. as you reached the elevator, you noticed someone standing there. your bandmate’s untamed hair was tucked behind one ear and a bottle of water was dangling from her hand. she was tapping her foot impatiently as she watched the number go down. as you got closer and stood by her, she didn’t even glance in your direction. you weren’t sure if she hadn’t noticed you or if she was ignoring you. knowing fiona, it was probably the latter.

once you were in the elevator, she couldn’t get around avoiding your gaze. her cold eyes stared into yours, studying you with a disgusted expression. the only noise in there was that of you chewing gum and the dinging that signalled every time you went down a floor, a reminder that your ride would soon be over. you observed fiona and could tell she was holding back from saying something.

“just say it,” you said, breaking the silence.

“what?” she asked, confused.

“whatever you wanna say to me, say it,” you clarified, the eye contact unfailing.

“i don’t have anything to say,” she defended, smirking maliciously.

“you do. out with it,” you urged.

her eyes flipped between you and the screen above the elevator that indicated what floor you were on. the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened.

“you smell like a bar floor,” she said as she walked out.

you rolled your eyes as you stepped out. however, as she walked in front of you, your eyes were glued to her figure, and you noticed the extra sway in her hips.

when you arrived at the front, kev and lip were already waiting.

as you approached, kevin broke out in a smile.

“already emptied out the bar, huh, y/n?” he laughed.

“you know it,” you smiled.

he high-fived you and pulled you into his side, patting your back as he laughed. you could see lip and fiona exchange a look, though lip had a small smile playing on his lips. once kev had let you go, he reached into his pocket. he pulled out a small baggie of white powder and smirked, waving it in your face. you tried to grab it, but he pulled away and held a finger up. you noticed that your manager, ian, had arrived and the other two band members had already began to walk out of the building.

as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, security guards had been stationed around you and a crowd had gathered. the reporters held cameras and microphones in your faces, yelling questions you couldn’t comprehend. the fans held posters and papers with pens as they yelled your names out. you knew the drill though, you had places to be, there was no time to stop. you flipped your sunglasses down onto your face and continued to walk as if there was no one there. the five of you piled into a black limo, set to take you to the concert venue.

kev didn’t waste a second before he found a flat surface. he dumped a bit of the powder onto the tray and organized it into lines before bringing it up to his face and snorting one. he passed it over to you and you gladly accepted it, copying what he did. you sniffled and cleaned your nose as you passed the tray to lip, who also took a bump. you could feel as your high was coming. you watched as fiona rejected the tray, one last line laying lone.

“take the stick out of your ass, fiona,” kev said.

she shot him a look, and you knew she wouldn’t be taking it.

“shit, if she doesn’t want it, i’ll have it,” you laughed as you snatched the tray from her and brought it up to your face before taking the last bump.

she looked at you sourly and kev was laughing loudly. you shot her a smile and shrugged before wiping your nose to remove any residue.

“you better not fuck anything up on stage,” she wagged her finger at you.

“yes mom,” you said sarcastically.

“i’m serious,” she said.

“when have i fucked up on stage?” you asked, getting no response, “exactly.”

the rest of the drive was as calm as it could be with three people hopped up on coke. the energy was ecstatic and hyper throughout the practice, and in what seemed like ten minutes, you went from rehearsal to backstage, about to perform. once your hair and makeup was done and you were dressed, you headed out to regroup. a black leather jacket was slung across your shoulders, hanging past your hips and down to your leather pants. the shirt you had under was a simple white tank top, and as you wandered the backstage in search of your bandmates, a cigarette hung loosely from your lips.

of course when you found kevin, he was waving around a bottle of jack daniels and the same baggie from earlier. you took him up on his offer. as you and kev waited for the high to kick in, you saw ian walking frantically towards you. you and kev exchanged a look and started laughing at the stressed and angry expression on his face.

“i’ve been looking for you guys everywhere. you’re on stage in five,” he said, pulling you to your feet.

once you were up, ian was dragging you down the halls at a speed that was way too fast for you to keep up with. you were stumbling as you walked, tripping on anything and everything, but you only found humour in it. when you finally arrived on stage, fiona and lip were already there. you could hear the crowd roaring your names, the only divide being a big black curtain.

“you two are unbelievable,” fiona said snarkily, rolling her eyes.

“thank you?” you questioned as someone handed you your guitar.

“wasn’t a compliment.”

then within a second, the curtain began to lift, and with it, went the tension. the show went perfectly, not a fluke in the set. the crowd was live and those up front were eager to interact with the band. their posters hung high and paraphernalia (mostly bras) decorated the stage floor by the end of the concert, all of it just adding to your high.

and then came the end.

the crowd roared as the curtains went down. once they had shut completely and the stage lights no longer shone fiercely in your face, you let out a breath and wiped the sweat that was drenching your face. you followed your bandmates out the back and back into the limo. the adrenaline was still pumping, and like every night, you knew it was far from over. kev immediately told the driver to head to a strip club, and that he did. within a couple minutes, you were outside an over-the-top club with pictures of curvy women decorating the front. it had stopped being strange going to strip clubs as a woman after a couple times. of course being attracted to them made the experience so much better.

once inside, a manager recognized your band and gave you seats right up front. your wallet was out of your pocket in seconds as you and your bandmates pulled out stacks of cash. the first round of drinks came around and everyone was ready to let loose (yes, including fiona). hours went by but the shots and drugs never stopped coming. you watched as your male band mates got lap dances over and over again, and if one of the strippers was really feeling it, you and fiona would get one too. you shared very different responses. you welcomed it with open arms, or… an open lap? fiona, on the other hand, would tense up. even with alcohol in her system, she couldn’t accept it properly.

the bartender announced last call, but just as you raised your hand, fiona pushed it down.

“i think we’ve had enough,” she said.

“no, its on me. one more,” you insisted.

“no no, you’ve had enough,” she emphasized, her words slightly slurred.

you raised your hand again, but fiona yanked you off the chair, both of you stumbling slightly. your head was spinning. she pulled you out the door and out onto the street. the cold air hit my face and you winced immediately. she continued to pull you around in search of a taxi. lip and kev had found groupies to take back to their hotel rooms. ian never stuck around for the strip clubs, you wondered why…

you stood on the sidewalk, trying to flag down any taxi’s. soon, one pulled over. you got in and as you drove, your hangover began to kick in. your head started to pound and everything felt like it was spinning when you closed your eyes. all you could think about was how you had to find another bottle of alcohol to make it go away.

the drive was quick and as you and fiona walked through the lobby, you noticed how late it was. the lobby was almost completely deserted, besides some families arriving from flights. those near you stared at us like circus animals, their eyes following as you walked towards the elevator.

you stepped in and realized it was the same elevator you had been in earlier. however, now you were standing pressed up against each other. her head was resting on your shoulder and you could tell she was feeling just like you. you were looking at her, or the back of her head, and it was as though she felt it because she lifted herself up a little so she was looking up at you too.

“now who smells like a bar floor?” you joked.

she buried her head into your neck, so close that her lips were almost grazing your skin. she sniffed loudly before laughing in her drunken state.

“still you,” she said, her voice slightly muffled.

you laughed with her before speaking again.

“you’re not so bad when you let loose fiona,” you said.

“you’re not so bad when i’m drunk,” she giggled.

“fuck you,” you said jokingly.

she lifted herself off you until she was standing straight. her eyes met yours and you were so close to each other that the warm breath that was just moments ago on your neck was now hitting your lips.

fiona’s half-lidded eyes flipped rapidly between your eyes and your lips. then with no warning at all, she slowly leaned into you until your lips met. before the situation could escalate anymore, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. as she walked out of the elevator, you grabbed her hand and began dragging her down the halls.

“where are we going?” she asked.

“back to your room,” you said.

“it’s late, y/n,” she laughed.

“no, it’s early. we have to be awake in a couple hours anyway. why sleep when we could do something much more fun,” you smirked.

you heard her laugh from behind and she handed you her key. as you fumbled with trying to get it in the lock, she wrapped her arms around your waist from behind and began to leave sloppy kisses down your neck.

“hurry up,” she whispered in your ear.

you pushed the door open and as soon as it was closed and locked, you were all over each other. needless to say, your bed would remain perfectly made, just as you’d predicted. fiona’s on the other hand, is a different story…

taglist: @StarskyshaSmith18 | @esposadomd | @nataliasknife |

#fiona gallagher x reader #fiona gallagher #fiona gallagher imagine #shameless imagine #shameless au #fiona gallagher au #80s au #80s imagine #fiona gallagher x you #fiona gallagher x y/n

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paperrretro · 1 year

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friends in strange places.

Pairings: Edgar Frog x Reader; Alan Frog & Reader

Word Count: 1,612 words

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of religion

“Fu –”

“Quiet,” Edgar demands.

You scowl, glancing around at the people sending you the typical weird looks before shouldering your backpack properly. “Stop creeping up on me like that.”

“Stealth is important for people like us,” Edgar tells you, frowning like you’re the one at fault for shrieking when he and Alan suddenly appeared behind your locker door. You’re about to snark out a reply when he continues brusquely, “We need to talk.”

“About what?”

“Not here,” Alan says lowly. “At the shop. Come on.”

“My place is closer,” you grumble, starting to walk down the hallway towards the back exit. When they don’t follow, you stop and turn around to tug them along with you. The sea of students part for the three of you as if you’re diseased. “Meaning we should talk there. Come on. My grandma’s out and made a shit ton of cookies last night, anyway.”

If Edgar and Alan seem to hurry along just a little more after hearing that last bit, you don’t comment on it.

Your home is just a five-minute walk from Santa Clara High, right at the street corner where the stop sign gets tagged every other weekend. Once you step through the door and toss your backpacks onto the living room couch, Alan heads straight to the kitchen while you keep Edgar back for a moment.

“Where’s Emerson?” you ask.

Edgar raises an eyebrow at you. “How would I know?”

“Well, he’s your new best friend, isn’t he?”

You are careful to keep your tone casual. You’ve hung out with Sam a few times by default, given that he and the brothers were strangely tight by the time you came back from a horribly boring summer vacation in Texas, and you were surprised to find that he was actually kind of normal. Aside from the fact that he believed in vampires too.

Despite living in Santa Carla for less than three months, Sam seemed to have a rapport with Edgar and Alan that it had taken years for you to develop. And although your grandma was delighted that your little trio had finally grown (Edgar and Alan were some kind of pet project for her and she always worried that you’d be influenced by them instead of the other way around), and you liked the Emersons, for some reason, it also irked you a bit.

Anyway.

“We have an alliance against the undead,” Edgar corrects you.

“I think it’s pronounced ‘friendship,’ Ed.”

His usual stony stare doesn’t flinch.

You roll your eyes and shrug. “Well, more food for us. Alan! Did you get the milk from the fridge?”

“Yeah,” he calls out, and it sounds muffled, like he’s already stuffed three cookies into his mouth. “It’s expired.”

Walking into the kitchen with Edgar, you watch Alan pour the so-called expired milk into three glasses.

“What date?” you ask.

“Yesterday. It’s still good. I tasted it.”

“Oh, okay.” Getting a pen, you scrawl a barely legible MILK onto the grocery list that your grandma had stuck onto the fridge with a magnet. Edgar passes you a cookie and a glass of milk. “So, what’s up?”

“We need to talk about what happened this summer while you were on vacation,” Edgar says.

Oh, god. Not this again.

With a sigh, you knock your head back. “Guys, I told you, it must have been some kind of satanic cult. Vampires aren’t real.”

“They are,” Edgar and Alan say in unison.

“Then how come the news hasn’t said anything about it by now?” you press. “Wouldn’t everyone know?”

“Not if the local government is infested with the supernatural. Or if vampires are capable of hypnotizing people.”

“Santa Carla is a haven for the undead,” Edgar insists. “How can you admit that extraterrestrials are real and not see the immediate threat right in front of us?”

Geez. “Because tons of people have seen evidence of aliens,” you say for the millionth time. “Because it’s talked about on the news. The Roswell incident. The disappearance of Frederick Valentich. Hell, Dr. MacGill told me he saw a UFO here five years ago and he’s a college professor. I’ve literally never heard anybody talk about vampires like that.”

“Vampires are not aliens,” Alan replies matter-of-factly.

You groan and take a giant bite of your chocolate chip cookie. This is why your grandma doesn’t like comic books and you have to smuggle them in your school binder.

It’s not that you think the Frog brothers are nuts – well, maybe a little, but no more than anybody else in Santa Carla. You like them a lot, and you look out for each other. But their stocks of holy water and garlic and wooden stakes take up a lot of space in their shared bedroom and it is hard to understand their adamance about spending their limited funds on vampire hunting instead of decent food.

“Look.” Edgar narrows his eyes and leans in toward you, his tone quiet and firm. “Whether you believe in them or not doesn’t make them any less real. Ever since we killed one tribe, we’ve become a target for the others. And you’re now a target by association. So either get with the program and let us train you, or get used to being under our protection.”

“Your protection,” you deadpan. “No way.”

“We’re serious,” Alan says. “Who else in this town’s going to protect you from vampires?”

“For free, no less,” Edgar adds.

Silently, you pull your crucifix out from under your shirt.

The brothers stare at it.

“… Jesus,” Edgar eventually mutters. “I mean, I guess.”

“If ‘being under your protection’ means hanging out more with you guys, I’m cool with it,” you state honestly, letting go of your necklace to let it hang out in the open. “And I’ll give you more holy water if you need it. But I’m not gonna walk around town with you two carrying stakes and breathing down my neck the whole time. That’s insane.”

Edgar exhales slowly through his nose. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry, okay?” You feel bad for brushing off their ideas and you feel even worse for smiling when their expressions are so grave, but part of why you’ve stuck together for so long is because none of you have ever lied to each other, and you’re not about to start now. “So thanks for worrying, but you don’t need to –”

Edgar suddenly slams his hands on the kitchen table and stands up. You startle at the sound.

“We’re not crazy, [Y/n].” His eyes are blazing as he jabs a finger at your face. “It wasn’t just a damn cult. We killed five actual bloodsucking vampires this past summer, and I know you would’ve died or been turned if you were there, because you’d still be calling bullshit until a vampire tore out your fucking throat.”

You simply sit there with wide eyes.

For a few more tortuous seconds, you hear nothing but the sound of Edgar’s furious breathing before he tears his gaze away and stomps off, swearing underneath his breath. The front door swings open and then slams shut.

Without a word, Alan stands up and follows suit.

You are left with three unfinished glasses of milk, a Tupperware still full of cookies, and an uncomfortable squeezing feeling in your chest.

—

You putter around the house for what feels like hours. Despite your initial thought that the brothers were going to go home, you find that they simply remain on your porch to talk. Eavesdropping proves to be a fruitless endeavor.

You’re lying on the living room carpet, fiddling with a Rubik’s cube, when the two boys come back inside.

Edgar mutters your name.

“I don’t think you guys are crazy,” you state without moving from your spot or looking at them.

“We know,” replies Edgar.

“You’re my friends.” You say this more quietly.

Neither of them say anything, but when you glance to the side, you see Edgar nod tersely and Alan shove his hands into his pockets. That relaxes you a little bit. Good. Not too much damage was done.

They join you on the floor, backs against the couch. And you wait for them to speak.

“We’re not going to let you get killed,” Edgar tells you straightforwardly. “I’m not going to have that on my conscience.”

“So, what does that mean?”

“We compromise,” Alan says. “We won’t keep tabs on you all the time.”

“But you should carry some holy water with you. And if you really have to go out at night, call us or go with your grandma.”

“Okay, fine,” you acquiesce. “I’ll be careful.”

Edgar rests his elbows on his knees. “It’d be better if you knew how to stake someone through the heart.”

“Being Catholic and not going out at night is enough for now, isn’t it?”

He fixes you with a withering look. You snort.

“It is,” he agrees reluctantly. A beat, then, “You’re not stupid. Or weak. You would’ve helped us and Sam if you were here last summer.”

At the uncharacteristic softness of his words, you stop playing with your Rubik’s cube and grin at him. “I know,” you respond, accepting the apology. “And I would have.”

Edgar’s eyes flick away from yours. He reaches up to scratch his cheek, and when you stare a little longer, you’re stunned to see a faint redness crawling across it.

“We’re good?” Alan asks you.

“Yeah, of course.” Pushing yourself into a sitting position with a grunt, you look back towards the kitchen. “So, are we finishing the cookies or what?”

Your friends nod. Everything continues on as it was.

#the lost boys #lost boys #edgar frog #alan frog #edgar frog x reader #alan frog & reader #lost boys fanfic #reader insert #80s imagine #the frog brothers are so unapologetically unhinged and i love it for them #but also they need uh. friends #where is sam? left school early for a dentist appt :)

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buy-these-potions · 6 months

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Yknow that post about that person watchin Parasite expecting there to be an actual flesh parasite monster.

Well I was readin “Invisible Man” by Ralph Ellison, which is a good book about a man tryna find his way in a world that doesn’t want him after his entire life plan fuckin falls apart (the invisibility in this case is metaphorical).

And I was NOT reading “THE Invisible Man” by H.G. Wells (which does in fact star an actually invisible man)

So I’m readin like ‘damn, this dude fuckin goin through it! The groups of power present truly do not see him as the man he is, but rather what they wish him to be! Making him, metaphorically, invisible!

…

And then he’s actually gonna turn invisible!!!!”

#IMAGINE MY SHOCK #skagsksvsjah I WAS LIKE 80% DONE WITH THE BOOK TOO WHEN I NOTCED !

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pisscreant · 9 months

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had a vivid dream where there was a "play as Kim" mod and I was super excited

after like 2 mins gameplay Harry just turned around looking scandalised and was like "Ohgod... It's me, Kim. *I'm* Grandpa Piss!"

he refused to elaborate even after I savescummed and exhausted all dialogue options

then a notification flashed like "THOUGHT GAINED: GRANDPA PISS" and I went to the thought cabinet screen. all it said was "What the fuck does he mean by that."

#disco elysium #this wasnt just a dream... this was a Vision #I am 80% sure “grandpa piss” is a meme from somewhere but I'm too weak to google it #(do you think he could tell I was savescumming?#imagine if this was actually a game mode and Harry broke the fourth wall to call the player out for it #I'd wet myself from the terror..... then *I'd* be Grandpa Piss.......)#shitposting tag

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aleprouswitch · 6 months

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Herbie Hancock trying to figure out how to fix a mixer, c. early 80s.

#imagine having a mixer that huge #herbie hancock #80s #jazz #avant jazz #electronic music #experimental music

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killinfate · 6 months

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Helloo. I just saw the fnaf movie yesterday and it was amazing to me. Wanted to ask if you could write dating/being in love with Mike would include and knowing him since childhood and know what he is going through (because the parents knew each other)

ofc!

DATING MIKE SCHMIDT WOULD INCLUDE

MIKE SCHMIDT X READER

— Naturally from his past Mike was fairly shaken up throughout his childhood yet you remained his friend, attempting to give him some normality and continue to experience childhood.

— He appreciated you for it, you were the only person he could confine in without being told to “move on”. You knew how Garett’s death had affected Mike and didn’t try to give him useless advice.

— It took Mike awhile to admit his feelings for you despite how many years he’d held them in for. He was patient, believing due to his lack of relationship experience and his nightmare fuelled nights he’d be no good for you.

— Mike also valued your friendship meaning he’d rather push away whatever he felt for you in order to keep your friendship. However that promise to himself didn’t last long and luckily his feelings were reciprocated.

— At first he was awkward around giving affection but he soon got comfortable with it once he realised you were comfortable too.

— It took him a few weeks to say “I love you” despite the fact he’d loved you for years. It was easier in his head. After he said it once with certainty, he said it more frequently.

— He’ll give you lingering kisses on your forehead and found it comforting and reassuring. He’ll give you quick kisses on the cheek and lips before work followed by “I love you.”

— (might make an imagine for this) Of course there are his nightmares where he’d flinch awake. You hug him from behind and kiss the back of his neck until he relaxes. He never really falls back asleep but he enjoys your comfort, assured you’re still there with him. Somewhere in the night you’ll stir and turn over, unknowingly letting go of him. He’ll end up turning over and hugging you from behind instead, his head resting just beneath your shoulder.

— After his experience at Freddy’s he likes having you close. He likes knowing where you are and will give you frequent texts to ask how you’re doing. Sometimes Mike worries he does this too much but the underlying fear of losing you is constant.

— Most dates are spent at his house, the two of you preferring the comfort of the home instead of a restaurant. You’ll get takeaway, throw on some shitty movie neither of you probably won’t enjoy but won’t mention and eventually fall asleep against each other on the couch. Usually you’ll only go to restaurants on special occasions; on yours, Mike’s or Abby’s birthday or an anniversary.

— You sometimes babysat Abby before and after getting with Mike and she loves you. She seizes any opportunity to tease Mike about you.

— You and Mike both have a sarcastic sense of humour and usually it makes up some amusing conversations between the two of you, meaning a lot of banter.

— Overall Mike is comfortable with you and can sometimes be protective and defensive which he apologises for. It’ll always comes down to the risk of losing you.

#mike schmidt imagine #five nights at freddy’s movie #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #80s #josh hutcherson imagine #Josh hutcherson

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audhd-nightwing · 2 months

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things in DC canon i’ll literally never get over

1. dick finds out batman replaced him as robin (without asking him) from the NEWSPAPER and simultaneously finds out bruce adopted a new kid without telling him (to make things worse: bruce didn’t even adopt dick)

2. dick finds out jason died from the newspaper (AGAIN? REALLY BRUCE?) and bruce had the fucking funeral WITHOUT HIM while he was still in space

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grandwretch · 1 year

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where is the fake dating au where like Steve is like well Eddie couldn't have killed Chrissy because he was with me that night. we were together :) until he had to go home and find the body :) and everyone is like uh and he's like having sex btw :) and the cops are like yeah man. I fucking guess he was? bc who is going to fucking lie about being gay in hawkins indiana 1986

like just imagine fake dating to establish an alibi and also eddie was not consulted on this beforehand suddenly steve is in the interrogation room like its going to be okay baby I love you so much and eddie is like YEAH. COOL. what is happening rn

#shut up az #steddie #I hate that the Duffers were like yeah there's no way for Eddie to beat this charge like #motherfucker??? what do u imagine crime was like in the 80s #whole ass serial killers were avoiding getting caught on the goddamn daily #have u considered fucking lying #there's not exactly cctv!!!!#the fucking family video probably doesn't even have tape

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shupito · 4 months

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For a funny content, I was wondering what kind of cat Jason would be. Since I'm a future crazy lady, I ended up with a raggedy maincoon

#jason voorhees #jason vorhees art #slashers #friday the 13th #80s horror #jason vorhees imagine #90s horror #artists on tumblr #digital drawing #cat #kitty

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gardengirl222 · 15 days

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omg lene you should do something about a 80's slashers au with rafe and the boys that would be soooo cool!! ❤️❤️

!!! omigod yesss i'm gonna start with 80's slasher!rafe if feel like he'd be a creepy little stalkerrr, def season 2 rafe 💞

𐦍༘₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - non con, violence, stalking, spanking, slight breeding kink, knife play, dark!rafe - ₊˚⊹

you sat in the comfort of your bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, finishing up some homework while talking with a girlfriend of yours on the phone. you reach your hand out to your nightstand to grab the nail file when the sound of the door closing causes you to freeze, being left home alone, your heart starts to race, and you hang up the phone and walk up to your door. you pull down your pretty little white nightgown so it covers your ass as you press your ear to the door to make sure it was just your parents.

all you hear is silence so you shrug and convince yourself it was just your mind playing tricks on you, then the phone starts to ring again, thinking it was just your friend calling you back, and you pick up the phone.

"hello?" you speak with your voice lowered.

"hey babyface" you stop moving when you hear a voice you don't recognize.

"who's calling?" you try to sound assertive but end up sounding like a scared puppy.

"i've been uh- watching you for a long time, an' i figured i should introduce myself," he says, his voice all gravely. you grip on the handle of the phone and reach an arm over to close your curtains quickly.

"stop that! it's not funny, whoever this is leave me alone." you almost whine.

"nah can't do that baby, you looked too pretty in that nightgown...you wearin' panties underneath?" he continues.

"i'm gonna call my boyfriend an-and he'll find out who you are and beat you up!" you stutter.

"you're not gonna do that, cuz uh- i'm in the house, and if you hang up-"

"i'll call the police!" you cut him off.

"i need you to listen to me, if you don't wanna die, you need to walk down to the living room slowly- you try to run and i'll catch you. if you don't come down, i'll go up n'get you." he then hangs up, your chest heaving as tears start to form in your eyes, you think about climbing out the window but it is on the second floor and the man might catch you and kill you! you decide to grab a chair to put against the door to keep him coming in but it's too late, as you take one step backward trying to drag the chair you feel the blade of a knife press against your neck. you gasp, ready to scream.

"shshshsh, behave." the man shushes you, pressing himself behind you, god he must be tall. "told you to listen" he coos condescendingly.

"please, please don't..." you sob.

"hey, hey! shut up- listen to me alright?" he raises his voice causing you to shut your eyes and nod slowly in fear, tears spill down your face. "good girl. want you to lay down on your bed and stay there, don't move, scream, talk or do anything 'less i tell you." you nod again slowly and he removes the knife from your neck, you do as you are told and lay down on your bed, silently sobbing.

you look at the man, face now lit up by the soft light of your nightstand lamp, you watch him come closer and wipe some of the sweat forming on his forehead under his messy hair with the back of his hand that's holding the knife. he grins, getting up on your bed and tossing the knife next to him as he pins you down.

"r-rafe?..." you whisper, now realizing who it is.

"yeah! yeah baby it's me..." he continues to grin.

"get off! please rafe, i don't wanna do this with you!" you whine and start to squirm a little bit.

"you don't really have a choice." he mumbles as he runs his rough hands up and down your thighs, stopping to grab the hem of your lace panties. "you wear this for me?" he says pulling them down as you really start to cry, trying to get him off of you by pushing at his shoulders but he's too strong.

"i have a- my boyfriend-" you start but then he looks back into your eyes and smiles again. "nah, you don't, i got rid of 'im... cut him up, he's in the trunk of my truck. wanna see?" he asks, his eyes following yours, bringing his hand up to wipe your tears away lovingly.

"why!? why are you doing this!" you sob and try and move your face away from his touch. "i love you, i love you so much and you never talked to me or...looked at me and i need you to love me too…say it…" he demands. you shake your head no and try and push him off, pissed, rafe manhandles you. he flips you onto your stomach and lifts you up by your waist so your face is smushed against the messy sheets, ass in the air. "you fucking brat." he spits out.

he yanks your panties down and smacks your ass with his large hand, holding your wrists in the other. he forcefully spreads your legs and places a hard slap on your poor wet little cunt.

you let out a yelp as he "soothes" your throbbing pussy by rubbing your clit with the rough pads of three fingers. "are you a virgin princess?" he whispers, pressing a gross, sloppy kiss to your cheek. you whine out and try to move your face away. "what? you don't like my kisses?" he leans in again to give you a few more of those wet kisses, making taunting kissy sounds that make you scrunch up your face and mewl.

"gonna make you feel reeeally good baby, gonna make this little pussy cream all over me, yeah?" he rambles, grabbing the knife with his free hand, bringing it back to your neck. "please rafe, i've never- "

"you waited for me? huh? princess saved herself for me." you can hear his smile, he's almost relieved that he will be your first and last. he pulls himself out of his boxers and starts to line himself up. "i would'a stretched you out a bit first but this cunt is a dripping mess already so."

you scream as you feel his fat tip press against your entrance. "shhhhshh, s'just the tip." he murmurs, easing himself in slowly until he's stretching you as you've never felt, his tip kisses your cervix. "ow! it's too big, too much, too big..." you ramble, squeezing down on his cock unable to really move due to the knife.

"n'you are so tight, fuck, this is where you should'a always been..taking me like this babydoll." he grits through his teeth as he starts to thrust causing you to whine and to try and pull your hands away from his grip.

"keep cryin', it's only making me harder princess," he grunts, tears continue to stream down your face. he pounds into you now hard and fast, you wish you could grab onto his shoulders or hair as he starts to hit that sweet spot.

"stop it! rafeeee" you whine, he shushes you by tossing the knife on the bed again and covering your mouth with his hand as he continues his assault on your cunt. "i should cum in you, knock you up so you won't ever be able to leave me." he breathes out, he lets go of your face and wraps that hand around your neck to bring you up to kiss your neck. "no! no no please pull out! please rafe!" you cry.

he lets go of your neck and throws you back down you your face hits the mattress again, he lets go of your wrists so you are now gripping your sheets. "you know that's the knife i used to stab your boyfriend? he begged like a little bitch. he didn't deserve you." he reaches a hand around to grab your pussy and pull you closer to him, then rubbing your throbbing clit.

"m'na cummm" you mewl, body giving into how he's touching you so roughly yet gently.

"i know baby, give it to me, all over my cock c'mon" he encourages with that tone, and feeling him so deep in you and hitting that spot your body goes numb. shutting your eyes tightly as hot white explodes in you making you feel like you are on a roller-coaster.

he grips your waist and with the other hand, he's lovingly brushing back your messy baby hairs due to your sweaty forehead. "atta girl, thereee, see? i knew you could be good for me." he thrusts once more hard and deep, shooting his thick hot load all up in you causing you to whine at the feeling and making him groan.

he pulls out of you, sticking his two fingers into your pussy to push his cum back in, then leaning in to bite your ass. you let out a little scream, he flips you on your back and grabs the knife, gripping your thigh he brings the knife over to carve a little RC into the meat of your thigh. you try not to thrash around but you do let out another little scream at the pain.

"yer' all mine now kid." he smiles, exhaustion taking over as you let out shaky breaths and let him lean in to press icky kiss to your lips. ᥫ᭡

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