#as long as he isnt getting in the way of him trying to steal shit or st then he gets pissy

[qprstobin]

I want a Steve who genuinely doesn't want to play DnD because it's just not his thing! He enjoys watching and thinks some of it seems fun, but just isn't interested in the time commitment, or the math, or various other parts of it.

HOWEVER he does demand, like a child when they find out someone is writing a book, to be put in every single campaign as a random npc. He doesn't want to sit down for hours roleplaying, but he does want that seductress in the tavern to have good hair and be named Stevana.

And this isn't like, something the others don't know about, it's very obvious who it is each campaign. Sometimes Eddie even convinces Steve to do the voice for the character if it's a fun one and Steve isn't at work. Steve enjoys how much it both amuses and gets on various Hellfire members nerves, especially because his characters are always... Pretty out there.

Gareth and Jeff tend to be amused by Steve's characters, unless they are actively getting in their way and even then Jeff at least normally just finds them hilarious. Freak continues to want to study Steve like a bug. A crowd favorite for the CC members but a point of annoyance for the Party was the character that Steve pitched that was infatuated with that quest's main villain and would appear randomly just to say something really suggestive about the big bad, inconvenience them somehow even in a really minor way, and then dip. They were definitely supposed to be rescuing Stefano at one point but he was basically kidnapping himself at several points. Dustin is perpetually annoyed because Steve won't play with them for real, but he WILL play a random bimbo that starts them on a quest and enjoys flirting with the older members characters.

(Will and Lucas are... Maybe a little disappointed he's never flirted with their characters but also, Steve would never do that lol.)

Eddie is fine with it, he thinks this is a great compromise. He gets that Steve doesn't want to do hours long storytelling sessions, but this way he still gets to enjoy time with Steve doing one of his favorite things - creating characters and writing the most annoying stories possible. He loves that Steve is participating in even just a small way, and honestly only having him participate for a little bit at a time is better for Eddie's ability to stay on task anyway. He knows Steve wouldn't have fun being a player but he also knows Steve loves being a problem.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #hellfire club #dustin henderson #stranger things #steve #eddie #dustin #gareth #jeff #freak #cc #walkie chatter #im thinking of this as a general hc but this started bc i was thinking of steve in my drummer au and i was like #yeah steve wouldnt like dnd but he would love creating dumb characters #and i think once gareth gets past his judgment of steve hed find him hilarious #as long as he isnt getting in the way of him trying to steal shit or st then he gets pissy #but jeff loves steve and thinks hes hilarious lmao #idk i think people get too focused on getting steve to play when i jsut dont think hed enjoy rping for hours at a time! #in a hot room #but he does love fucking with people

[d0g0r0t]

can I pls have yandere Toby??? pretty please

Yandera Toby

TW:GROSS SHIT!!! Obsession, stalking, violence, sh

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!!

He's low-key so pathetic

Seeing how pretty and kind you are he couldn't help but fall... well become obsessed

Your his!.... who the fuck are they? Why aren't you with him your supposed to be with him not them!

Yea no. He's all over the place when it comes to you

He'll sneak into your house, stealing things that smell like you or remind him of you

Stealing your perfume and using that shit like Febreze. He can barely breath in his own room anymore cause he used the whole bottle, reeking the room with your smell

He steals your deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, bodywash. Just to feel a little closer to you

He takes your underwear every now and then. Over time you'll find it on your door step all... sticky and.. what the fuck is that smell?

It's gross.

He takes your worn out shirts ALOT. You always looking threw your closet trying to find that one band tee the just suddenly disappeared

He'll give them back once he has you <3

Leaving you with little hickeys and red bruises on your neck when you sleep

He loves seeing you wake up in the morning confused on why you have these marks on your throat knowing damn well you didn't go out that night

He really does like you. He sees his obsession as a simple crush when it really isnt

He's never had someone he can see romantically so it was weird when he found out he DID love you

He gets emotional. Seeing you with someone else or not by his side

It feels like your betraying him even tho you don't know he exists

He talks about you SO.MUCH

It's like that stupid "hey masky" thing but instead it's "y/n" over and over again

Tim AND Brian have both rocked his shit because he wouldn't shut up

He has so many pictures of you on his walls. Some of you sleep, some of you eating, working, brushing your teeth, bathing. It's insane how many his got of you

He stalks your socials with his victims phones, getting BEN to figure your locations and you WHOLE life story

He knows a little to much about you

"Oh! Y/n order pizza last night at 7:46pm!"

"How... how the fuck do you know that?.."

He knows all of your accounts on and social. He wants to like your stuff but he doesn't want you to know him just yet

He screenshots your stuff and favoring all your videos to the phone

His wallpaper his your face and his password his you name or birthday

His tics slowly started to form around you as well. Him randomly stuttering out your name or something about you

The moment he actually kidnaps you is when he killed everyone you know and love

He's the only one you should love and think about. Just like him!

He holds you in his bed, ropes around you wrists and ankles

He would never put you in some nasty basement your to pretty for something like that

He stares at you for hours. Watching you struggle and squirm as desperate tears stream down your face. His head and arms rested up on the bed as he just watches you

He only keeps you tied you to his bed for a little while

He may be crazy but he's not abusive and wants you to be comfortable... kinda

He never hurts you, or tries not to

The only time he'll hurt you is if you try to leave him

But let's just hope you don't do that

He keeps you locked in his room for God who knows how long

He brings you your favorite goods and drinks and overall treats you well

He knows you won't love him right away but he doesn't want you to hate him

He asks if he can touch you or do certain things

If you say yes he's praising you and thanking you. But if you say no he begs for a bit but understand after a moment

He doesn't want to hurt you, he really doesn't

The idea of you being in pain from his hands reminds him of his father and the way Lyra looked after every beating broke him

He doesn't want to see you like that

He literally BEGS you if he can kiss you. On his hands and knees "PLEASEEEEEEE"

When you do he's shaky and doesn't know where to put his hands. He gets so needy for your lips and becomes a bit aggressive

Biting your lips, shoving his tounge in your mouth. It's wild

He bites at his fingers so much just thinking about you to where he starts bleeding.

Or scratching at his skin at the thought of you with someone else

Sad

NSFW

GROSS SHIT!!!_______________________________________

Jerks off to your pictures every night no questions asked

Uses your underwear as a cum rag hints why it's so gross and sticky

He's moaning your name softly as he cums, whimpering and gripping at the sheets just thinking about how gorgeous you are

CAN NOT control himself around you

He has so little sex life he's like a 14 boy who just hit puberty and can't look at a girl in the eyes

He's tenting so bad it looks actually painful

When you catch him staring at your body he turns in a mess apologizing that he was looking at the he didn't mean it like that. And covering his boner...

The thought of YOU and HIM was like a dream that he knew would never happen.

Feeling your soft gummy walls around him is all he thought about

When ever he touches you he gets needy and wanting to touch you even more

If you two are ACTUALLY involved don't be surprised when randomly you get groped aggressively

He loves seeing you squirming and trembling under him. Soft tears streaming down your pink face as he bucks himself balls deep. Heavenly

SORRY ONCE AGAIN SHIT IS TAKING SO LONGGG

Also ik u didn't ask for NSFW I just had to 💀

#creepypasta #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #slenderman #toby rogers #x reader #crp #creepypasta x reader

[abouttofillhisshoes]

You said some day we might - M.H x Reader // pt.3

A/N: This one's a bit NSFW (minors please don't interact), also angsty and sad at parts. TW for hard drugs, take care of yourselves! This is loosely based off of my own experience, and I am not trying to glamorize it. Ily my dearest @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff for making sure it isnt shit xx

wc: 4k

part four

Picture a scene: flashing lights all around you, colors blinding as they move through the room, seemingly liquid. Music pounding in your head, almost as if it was trying to force its way into your body. People sweating, dancing up against strangers. You feel alive. 

Matty dances next to you, throwing his hands up into the air. You can hear screams as the music changes, now playing Britney Spears’ ‘Toxic’. He wouldn't admit it if you held a gun to his head, but he loves this song. Your hips sway to the beat, and you can feel arms on your waist. It's not Matty. The fuck? 

You didn't know this guy, but his hands were grabbing at you roughly like you were supposed to. His grin disgusted you. (Not so) politely shoving him off, you dance toward Matty, tapping his shoulder three separate times. That was code for ‘bathroom, now’. He nods, taking your hand and leading you towards the edge of the crowd. The sea of people thins out as you finally spot the glowing sign for the loo. 

“You alright?” He asks as you enter the bathroom. The walls were covered in graffiti, stickers, and the occasional phone number. There wasn't the classic smell of piss and sweat, which is why you liked Sound. It was fairly clean. The sinks were made of metal, and so was everything else. The lights were dim, and the mirrors dirty, lipstick stains adorning the edges. You can hear the faint noise of toilets flushing in the background. 

“I'm fine, I s’pose, just that guy was rubbing up against me all weird.” You fix your hair in the mirror, refreshing your eyeliner before passing it to Matty so he could do the same. You had taught him how to do it himself, saving you a load of time and effort whenever you were getting ready together. Tonight's color was red, both of you were wearing the same shade. 

The stall door flings open as a girl stumbles out, almost falling before she caught herself on the hand dryer. Fixing her bra strap, she wiped the edges of her mouth clean before reaching into her small blue handbag. Out comes a small baggie with white powder in it. You immediately recognise it. Blow. 

While you and Matty smoked copious amounts of weed, neither of you had ever tried anything harder. An exception was the occasional acid trip, and even that was a one off on Ross’ 18th birthday.  

Both you and Matty watch her intently as she starts cutting up lines on the edge of the sink, not caring that both your eyes were on her. She takes out a £5 note, rolling it before snorting the line. Her hair is wild as she lifts her head back up, turning to the mirror to fix it. 

“D’you fancy some, love? I have plenty for you,” she looks over to Matty, flashing him a smile  “and your friend, as well.” 

It takes you a split second to realize her statement was directed at you. Matty turns to make eye contact, before doing something you didn't expect. 

He nods, taking a step towards the girl. You do the same. ‘If you're going to try it’, you thought, trying to rationalize, ‘who better than with Matty?’

She shakes more of the powder onto the sink, cutting two lines for the both of you, and one more for herself. You notice the card she uses is a school I.D. A high school I.D.

She hands you the rolled up note first, and for some reason, you feel calm. ‘This is fine’ you repeat in your head, before opening your mouth to speak. 

“This is blow, yeah?” you ask, looking up at her from your position, which was currently hunched over the sink. It's cold, colder than it was. 

“Yeah, clean shit too, don't worry,” she offers a genuine smile, stroking your hair with her long, black nails. You steal a glance at Matty, who was now sitting on the sink next to you, watching closely. You nod, turning back to the line of white powder in front of you

You take a deep breath before snorting the line. It burns as it travels through your nostrils, and you don't feel anything for a second.

And then, it hits you. 

It hits you fast. Everything feels amplified, and you barely register as Matty snorts his. You feel good, euphoric even. Matty feels the same way, letting out a shout when he does lift his head from the sink. 

The girl was long gone when you exited the bathroom and reentered the crowd. You danced with Matty, the music controlling your movements. Deciding to get a drink, you drag him to the bar. The bartender looks you up and down, before shaking his head. He knew you were on something, but that wasn't a rarity in clubs like Sound. Everyone was on something, so, fuck it! Why couldn't you do the same?

Matty orders for you. A french martini and a glass of Malbec for him. The bartender raised his eyebrows at his drink order. “Who orders wine at a club?” he shouts over the music. Matty rolls his eyes before responding “I do! Why, d’you fancy buying me a drink when you get off?” he winks at him provocatively before taking the drinks from the counter. 

He hands you your drink, bringing his hand up to your face, wiping off the smudged makeup underneath your eyes. That's when you realize how hot it was. ‘Fucking hell’ you thought. ‘When did it get so hot? Jesus Christ, it's like I'm in a sauna’.

Matty had downed his glass of wine in two large gulps, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his your wine red jumper. You rake your eyes over his body, a thin layer of sweat shone on his forehead. His eyeliner was somehow still perfect. 

He was perfect. 

March, 2008 // two months earlier

The mid afternoon sun was beating down onto your skin. The blanket beneath you molding to the ridges of the earth, digging into your back. You were lying in a field, surrounded by daisies and dandelions blowing softly in the breeze, a half-empty packet of crisps on your left. Your arms were sprawled out to the side, with Matty lying peacefully on top of you.

Adam had situated himself on a flimsy fold up chair. He hated sitting on the ground with a burning passion. You had promptly forgiven him for leaving you to fend for yourselves that past weekend, seeing as he promised to pay club covers for a month as an apology. Just you though, seeing as Matty would have abused the ever living hell out of Hann’s wallet if given the chance. 

George and Ross were in the lake located a few dozen meters from where you were sitting, having a swim. The weather was uncharacteristically nice given that you were in Great Britain, land of miserable weather, so the five of you had set out for a makeshift picnic at the last minute. 

It wasnt aesthetically pleasing by any means, with fag packets litering the dirty old blanket Ross had found in an old closet. Ross’ beer bottles were lined up at the edge of the blanket. You grab a pack, presumably Georges, and light up. Marlboro golds, not your favorite, but they’ll do. Breathing in the smoke, you turn your head to get a better look at Matty, who was draped over you, using your chest as a pillow.  

You wore Mattys sunflower shirt, unbuttoned, revealing a black sports bra underneath. He, in turn, wore one of your tops. Specifically, a lavender baby tee with the words ‘dump him’ scrawled across the chest in white glitter. Adam was dressed like a divorced dad, beige linen trousers paired with a Metallica band shirt. You laughed when you saw him, knowing he’d be sweating in under an hour wearing that.

Soft music played in the background, the speaker having been lost underneath the pile of Ross and George's clothes. The air smelled of summer, even if it was only March. You spot the wine bottle in Mattys hand as he tilted his head up, taking a drink. You tap him on the arm, and he hands you the bottle. 

White wine? Matty rarely drank white wine. You brushed it off, it was probably just the cheapest thing at the store. Matty loved expensive red wine, but did not have the money to pay for it, always settling for the bottle with the lowest price tag. Your attention is drawn to George screaming incoherent curses at Ross for throwing a rock at him. Absolute knobheads. 

“D’you reckon we need sunscreen? I don't wanna age my skin anymore than it already has.” he asked, his fingers lingering on his face. His skin was perfect, not a single blemish tarnishing it. “I dunno, I don't think we need to. It's not that hot.” you answer, looking around you. “It's not looking like we have any anyway” you add. 

You could feel Mattys' breath on you, ghosting over your chest. His legs moved, brushing against yours. You were suddenly very aware of the fact he was laying on top of you. It made you feel hot, and not because of the sun. 

He rolled on top of you, now straddling your legs. He was clearly drunk, slurring his words. His eyes stared into yours with such an intensity, you would've thought he was trying to read your mind. His face was bare, but the glitter from last night's adventures still stained his face, giving him a slight shine.

A smile crept onto his face as he brushed his hair out of his face. The blonde highlights had slightly grown out by now, and you made a mental note to ask him if he wanted you to do his roots. 

“Didnt you want to cut my hair?” He asked, and you recognised that look in his eye. Excitement. He jumps up, crawling to get his bag.

“I brought a pair of scissors, d’you wanna cut it now?” He held up pink kitchen scissors, handing them to you as you moved to a sitting position.  

“Are you sure? These are not meant for ha-” “I don't careee, just do it!” he slurred, cutting you off and settling between your crossed legs. He turns and looks at you expectantly, and you sigh in defeat. 

You try your best, snipping away at his hair randomly. Cutting layers into his hair, you try to make the strands around his face shorter. He giggles as it tickles his face, brushing it off his skin. The sun made him appear as if he were glowing, painting him in an orange hue. Trying not to cut it too short, you tug at it to get a good idea of the length. 

A soft groan escapes Mattys mouth, and he tries to pass it off as a cough, avoiding your gaze. A few minutes later, you tug at it again. A little experiment , if you will. This time, the noise is slightly clearer, and his whole body twitches. He busies himself with the bottle of wine in his hands, inspecting the label.  

He admires your work in a little compact mirror you had found in your bag. “So.. do you like it? Or have I completely fucked your hair?” you ask, watching his reflection. Matty grins, slamming the mirror shut. 

“I love it! The layers make me look hot, so you did your job right!” He pulled you in for a hug, kissing all over your face: He was obviously drunker than you thought.

You lay back on your elbows, closing your eyes, letting the sun shine onto your skin. This was nice. You felt truly alive.

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Skin against skin, soft moans filled the room. You didn't even know who they belonged to. Desire took over your bodies like a foreign force. The room was dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp just outside, illuminating the space. 

“Fuck- can I?” hands trailed down your chest, toying with the buttons of your shirt. You nod frantically, smashing his lips back against yours. You find his hair, pulling slightly as he lets out a pathetic whimper. You drink in the noise as if it was the very essence of life, tugging even harder at the curls. Curls. Matty.

“Mmh- ah, fuck-” You can feel him against your thigh. You can feel Matty grinding against you. The thought makes your head spin, and you throw your head back, your hair splayed over the baby blue pillows. Mattys pillows.   

“You're so- you’re so beautiful, just let me- i’ll-” he cuts himself off, trailing his lips down your jaw, leaving searing, hot kisses in his wake. His mouth makes contact with your collarbone, biting down. You hiss, your nails digging into his scalp. He groans. Matty

His rough hands rub the tattoo on your hip, you feel his rough calluses. You pull his hair, making him look at you. Your eyes rake over his face, the glitter around his eyes shimmering in the faint light. His hand comes up to push your shirt up, the material bunching up where his mouth had just been. You make eye contact again. 

He grins before licking one long stripe along the expanse of your ribcage, letting out an obscene moan as he did. He was putting on a show, for you. The noise goes straight to your core. 

His fingers snap the elastic of your black underwear, making you jump. A laugh. Teeth graze your hip bone, tracing the tattoo. You can feel him slipping the lace down your thighs, licking and sucking lower, lower, lower…

You jolt awake suddenly, hot sweat running down your back. You turn to look at the time. 2:53am. 

What the fuck was that?

You close your eyes, the dream replaying in your head. Lips, your lips and his. Teeth, kisses down your neck, Matty, Matty, Matty-

You stop yourself, shoving your face into a pillow. This can't be happening. This wasn't real. This was all hallucination and you didn't just have a wet dream involving your best mate. 

Letting out a groan, you lay back down facing the wall. You desperately, desperately needed a good lay. If it had come to you having fucking dreams about Matty of all people, you knew it was time to find a guy and just shag him. That would solve your little predicament, you were sure of it. 

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Admiring yourself in the mirror, you hike the ruched material of your dress up even further. Jewelry covered you from head to toe, complimenting the details of your bag perfectly. Hair done up in curls, you knew you were ready. 

You were going out. Alone.

The heel of your shoe clicked nervously against the pavement as you queued, giving the bouncer, James, a nod as he waved you through. “No Matty today?” he questioned, referring to the fact that you were alone.  

“Yeah, I'm out alone tonight. Matty is… sick. The flu.” you lie through your teeth, not wanting to disclose the real reason behind your solo-mission. The plan was to find a guy, any guy, and forget about that godforsaken dream.  

The music was loud, even louder than usual, and you were stone cold sober. Not good. 

Making your way to the bar, you order your usual, a french martini. Tobias, the bartender, handed your drink, and you close out. You didn't want to get hammered tonight. 

Your fingers drum along to the beat as you sip your drink, scanning the crowd. There weren't many people dancing, seeing as it was a Sunday night. Most had work in the morning, so going out wasn't an option. He had asked you if you really didn't want anything else, even offering you a drink in the house. You politely decline with a shake of your head, assuring him it was alright.

Suddenly, a tall man appeared in your peripheral vision. You had seen him a few times before, wandering about, flirting with the female waitresses. Blonde hair, blue eyes. The complete opposite of Matty. His arm rested against the bar, and you could see him flexing his muscles. On purpose. Jesus.  

He strolled up to you with an air of confidence. Turning to Tobias, he asked him what your drink was. “A french martini,” he answered, looking you up and down “and she's only had one the entire night.” The man laughs, “Well that wont do! Let me buy you a drink sweetheart, on me.” 

You nod, turning to face him. A smile makes its way onto your lips. Perfect . 

He introduces himself as David. He works an office job down the road, something something marketing. You didn't really listen to him, only laughing when he paused, expecting it

He seemed solid, and he was 19, so not too old. You really didn't want to deal with another Phillip situation. He had bought you three, quite pricey, drinks, and you knew he wanted more. 

He eventually asked if you wanted to come back to his place for some wine. You agreed, letting yourself be led out of the club by your wrist. James winked at you knowingly as you left.

He had a silver Toyota, the interior a cream leather. It was a big difference to Hann’s beaten up red Kia, but you weren't complaining. He was nice enough, opening the car door for you. 

The inside of his flat reeked of sickly sweet vanilla and cheap cologne. He opened a bottle of wine for the both of you, pouring two glasses. The conversion was mundane, but he was nice enough. You had switched your phone off, not wanting anything to distract you from your mission. He had made a move to sit next to you, his hand trailing up your thigh, inching higher with every word he uttered.

His mouth was against your ear, whispering sweet nothings into it, his other hand finding your chest, pushing you down onto the sofa. You let him move you, twist you as he pleased. It didn't mean anything to you, you just needed to get Matty out of your head. Matty.

His hands were soft, like he moisturized them regularly. You could feel his lips on your chest, leaving bite marks and kisses, but you didn't feel anything. Closing your eyes, you decide to let him do all of the work. You had even worn your only pair of lace underwear, a black number with a little bow on the front of the matching bra. The same pair you had worn in the dream. 

You mentally curse yourself, kissing David deeper, harder than you did before. Forget, forget, forget. 

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He wasn't the worst, but at least he tried. You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. Laying on his (quite expensive looking) leather couch, you watch him as he gets dressed. He asks you if you need anything, and you answer with a shake of your head. You just wanted to leave. 

A phone buzzes, and you quickly realize it's yours. You pick it up, the screen lighting up. 3 missed calls from Matty, and 4 texts from him as well. 

// Where r you? I’m at your window. 

// Are you well? 

// Answer me for fucks sake, dont do this.

// I hope you’ve died or smth, you’re well fucking me off. 

You sigh, clicking the call button. It rings for a split second before Matty picks up. 

“Now you decide to ring me back? I thought you’d been picked up by a sex trafficker or something. Fuck you, honest,” his voice sounded worried, even tired, if you ignored the nature of his words. 

“Sorry mate, I was out.” You answer curtly, trying to keep your voice steady. Your fingers tap against the glass of the coffee table, and you hear Matty inhale sharply. 

“Out where? And why did it take me three calls and four messages to get a ring back?” he sounded more aggressive this time, and you could tell he had gotten up from wherever he was sitting. This pissed you off. Why does he have the right to know where you are, it didn’t concern him in the slightest, and he wasn't your father. You told him as much. 

“I was out, alright? I'm at David's place right now, and I'll be at yours in an hour, cool?” A moment of silence passes between you two before Matty spits out. “Whos the fuck is David?” The way he said his name made it sound like you had shagged his worst enemy, not some random guy. 

“He's just a bloke I met at Sound, I went to his place. D’you want me over or should I fuck off home?” The second option was just a courtesy, you were sure he’d want you over. You hadn’t seen each other since Friday. 

“Nah, it's alright, go home.” His voice sounded cold, unfeeling. A shudder made its way up your spine. He didn't sound like himself at all. What the fuck? “I have erm.. work to catch up on. You understand.” No you didnt fucking understand. 

You open your mouth to protest, but are rudely interrupted by a faint noise. The dial tone. Matty had hung up on you. Your mouth let out a gasp in disbelief. Fuck him. Fuck him all the way. 

You gather your things. While trying to find your shoes, David comes back into the room. You tell him you need to leave, and he tries to kiss you goodbye. It feels wrong. 

Deciding to walk barefoot, you do the walk of shame at 1 in the morning. Heels in one hand, your purse in the other, you trudge down the pavement. You feel dirty, like you did something inherently wrong.

Cars whizz by you, and you hear sirens in the background. It's cold, and you can feel goosebumps forming on your skin in the soft breeze. Feeling around for your cigarettes, you come across something small towards the bottom of your purse. You pull it out, your eyes widening at the sight. The lighter. Mattys lighter. 

The white letters on the side point and laugh at you. You can hear it. It was even more chipped than it was that night, how did it still work? M.H. Matty. 

In a fit of rage you chucked the lighter onto the ground in front of you. It splinters off, the metal top flying off onto the road. A car drives over it. You were angry. Angry at yourself for even going out alone. For going home with fucking David. You were angry at Matty for being angry at you. You didn't even understand why, but the mere fact he had hung up on you made your blood boil.

The lighter was now in pieces beneath your feet. The white letters, illegible. Feeling powerful, you decide to kick the rest of the plastic off onto the road, hoping a giant truck would run it over. You wanted Matty at your feet like this, pathetic and powerless. You needed him like this, to show him he can't just hang up on you like you're nothing. 

The mental image of Matty at your feet made warmth spread throughout your body. On his knees, looking up at you with glassy, glitter framed eyes. You wanted to take his beautiful hair and weave it between your fingers, forcing him to look up at you. You wanted to hear the pathetic whimpers escape his mouth, just like they did in your dream. 

You feel breathless, staring at the wet pavement where the lighter once was. You keep walking.   

#i like this one alot #angst #smut?? #smut #the 1975 #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #matty the 1975 #drive like i do #matty healy x you #matty healy angst #matty healy smut #fluff? #sort of i guess

[spookyscaryskidnpump]

my thoughts on spooky month 6

copy pasted from a page and a half of google doc. crying. spoilers inbound.putting it under the cut cuz its super long. also swear warning.

Ok to start off LILA. LILA MY GAL NO UR DOING UR BEST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Im crying im actually fucginf crying. She's trying. So hard. Skid is trying so hard. THEY'RE DOING THEIR BEST PLEASEEEEE. Father Gregor can go EAT SHIT. THEY'RE TRYING AND THAT'S WHAT COUNTS GODDAMNIT.

Susie… Susie no… please… she deserves better istgggggg. What happened to their parents? Are they actually just busy? Are they DEAD? Holy shit what if they're dead. Poor Pump, poor Susie, god please just let these kiddos be ok. PLEASE. ABUELO WONDER IS TYING SO HARD BUT SUSIE KNOWS IT ISN'T REALLY FROM HER PARENTS IM CRYING. SUSIE NOOOOOO

FATHER GREGOR I HATE YOU. ok well he obvs did some good but STILL. GREGOR. STFU GREGOR. I get that hes trying but U CANT JUST SAY ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT JUDGEMENT AND THEN JUDGE HER HER FUCKING HOUSE GOT BROKEN INTO!! YOU DONT HAVE THE FUCKING CONTEXT!!!! ARGHFDGHJSGHJKAGHSD. Also DAMN IS HE A CULTIST NOW?? IS HE DEAD?? WHAT?!?!?!

ROYYYYYY ROY MY BOI NOOOOOO poor guy :( i understand why he hates the kids they DID kinda ruin him so. At least he knows theyre trying now :( and ross n rob just ASSUME he did something bad isnt helping here!!!! I get that theyre also trying to help him and its nice to see him opening up to them about stuff (even if we dont get to know what specifically PELO WHY) but PLEASE get this kid an anger management class or smthn PLEASE. He needs SO MUCH THERAPY. I dont think hes gonna get therapy because im pretty sure his parents are Part Of The Problem but STILL.  Also FUCKER LITERALLY GOT POSSESED BY A DEMON?????? THATS GOTTA BE TRAUMATIC TF

Side note i love ross and robert dearly and i appreciate them doing their best to help on both sides i love them smmmmmm AUGH

KEVIN AND RADFORD FRIENDSHIP REALLLLLLLLLL i am SO fucking happy about that!!!! Also Kevin having conflicted feelings on the kids FAIR. Similar thing to Roy except hes an adult with a semi-functional support network and is able to understand that theyre just dumb kids and they dont actually mean any harm. He’s harsher on the hatzgang cuz theyre teens and old enough to know stealing is wrong but Skid n Pump are little kiddos they dont know better. Also him disapproving of father gregor REAL THO. also HE GOT POSSESSED TOO?? TRAUMA CENTRAL HOLY SHIT

PATTY DESERVES TO HAVE A GUN ACTUALLY. Also JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST! IS HIS KID DEAD? IS HIS DAUGHTER OK HOLY SHIT. ALSO THEM HELPING THE KIDS PROPERLY IM CRYIG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

WHAT WAS EVERMORE DOING WITH THE HOBOMEN???? HELLO??????

I SAW THAT CULT NECKLACE UNDER IGNACIOS SHIRT. I FUCKING SAW IT. CALLED IT BITCH!!!!!!

Rick just has the WORST luck lmao

STREBER IS ALIVE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DEXTER NO PLEASE AUGH…… HIS MOM TOO……

JAUNE AND ROSS’S DAD… HE'S REAL HE EXISTS!! I get ur trying jaune but that is NOT the best way to comfort poor lila… AT LEAST SHES TRYING THO I APPRECIATE HER

THE ENTIRE NEWGROUNDS ENDING?? THE THIEVES AND THE CANDY DEALER IN CAHOOTS WITH THE CULT???? HELLO??????

MOLOCH IS GONE. he deserved it but also THE KIDS ARE SO SAD ABOUT IT? Like they don't really get it but they just watched someone they thought was their friend DIE. HOLY SHIT.

finally. SKID AND PUMP. KIDDOS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok for real tho theyre so much more self aware than the fandom and bulk of the show give them credit for?? Like Skid is VERY aware of his dad being dead/possibly missing and legit just doesn’t wanna talk about it. He knows what death is and he finds fun in it to cope. My poor sweet boyo… and PUMP. PUMP ANSWERING THE CALL AUGHHHHHH HE WANTS HIS PARENTS BACK IM CRYING. SUSIE AND ABUELO ARE DOING THEIR BEST AND HE'S TRYING SO HARD AND AAAAAAAAAAUGH. Also him getting possessed by Moloch while having Star-Eyes basically debunks the theory of the Star-Eyes being a form of possession which is FASCINATING. Anyway that scene with Susie and Pump got me misty eyed and then during the ending with Skid and Lila i actually genuinely started crying. I just want them to be happy. Please let them be happy. Please. PLEASE.

#spookymisc.txt #spooky month #spooky month 6 #spooky month 6 spoilers #sm6 #sm spoilers #not tagging all the characters cuz theres too many mentioned #anyway CRYING.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Caine and kinger x reader with ADHD

Caine and Kinger x reader w/ ADHD

yahoo!! gonna knock out some requests today !! this is gonna be based off of my own experiences btw !! not much else i can think to put in this authors note so! ill just get on with it note from the future, little longer than i intended but thats mostly because admin started relating TOO much wuh-oh

CAINE:

caine is honestly really good about keeping you on track when theres a task at hand. i dont know about you, but i tend to wander about when im working on something; to check on something else repeatedly then coming back to what needs to be done and just go back and forth.(shit im even doing it now, the getting up and checking on things thing even though i know the thing is fine/complete) i like to think that caine would be pretty okay at making sure you get the thing you need/want to do done! i dont think theres meds in the digital world, i mean yeah sure you can ask for them but since theyre digital theyre not going to actually. do anything. but lets say in a hypothetical au where this all takes place in the real world and caine is a real person, he would make sure you take them consistently and on time. honestly this hc isnt really part of the ask but; i generally like to think that caine likes to follow routines and schedules as closely as he can... maybe its the ringmaster thing since hes tasked with keeping everything running but... shrugs

very supportive when you make a small mistake in something (like this is just a general thing, though) and isnt too obnoxious with trying to hold or regain your attention is something happens to the side and steals it away. very patient and polite with it, i think

last minute addition because it hit me like a sack of bricks. time blindness. fucking time blindness. you know how i mentioned that caine is good at keeping you on track? i think he would be good with helping you out with that, at least some of it. mostly logging your activities and him keeping an eye on the time (which he already does so its not like an extra habit he needs to pick up.. though if it werent he would pick it up in a heartbeat. literally anything for you, he loves you a lot)

KINGER:

honestly he might start to mimic your stims and fidgets! he doesnt mean to mock you, no i just think he would start to reflect your actions after spending most of his time around you to make sure you're okay! while caine keeps you on track, kinger is likely to go with you when you wander off to check/do something else. really unless its something time sensitive or really important is when hes going to start outwardly reassuring you that the other thing is fine. honestly, in an au with the real world i was originally going to say he would have a chance of forgetting to help remind you/ask if you took your meds (if you take them) but i think he would take stuff like that way too seriously to even DARE forget. like yeah sure you're not going to d1e if you forget to take them for a single day but still. he'd probably be like this with any meds tbh, so if you're prone to forgetting youll be fine as long as you have kinger around! gibes you pillows for fidget stuff, if you are feeling restless. or perhaps even goes on a walk with you around the circus grounds. like idk about yall, or if this is something completely unrelated, but my legs HURT when i sit too still. like down to the bone, if i dont get up every now and then its agony; sleeping is hell and on days its worse than others (like im talking sometimes i need to be in near constant movement) (also jerky arms and legs) (anyways)

also very polite with returning your attention to where it needs to be but honestly given that kinger himself is shown to space out at least twice in the pilot i think sometimes you guys both get side tracked and struggle to remember and/or get back into the flow of what you were originally doing

ponders

tldr; caine keeps you more on track with schedules whereas kinger embraces your flow a little more but both are respectful of things and dont really make you feel less than + remind you to take care of yourself

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #kinger x reader

[undercovercameron]

settle it

summary: a slightly weird and badly-arranged smutty fic with some backstory

notes: this is poorly set up and some reasoning behind some actions isnt realistic but fuck if i care! we all enjoy worse than this i hope, at least i do. pov rafe cameron suddenly becomes not a homicidal sociopath

tags: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 6882 shes kinda long

“Can I get-uh, six gallons on pump 3?” You say, voice fading into a mumble as you reach for the cash in your pocket. The cashier responds affirmatively, and you pass the bills and coins into his outstretched hand. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Comes a shout from your left, and you turn, hand poised above your brow to shade your eyes from the hot sun. Wavy heat reflecting off the dark dock fades into a tall man with a hat on, and you immediately groan upon seeing him. 

“Hi, Rafe,” you sigh, turning away from the gas stand. 

His (probably expensive) shoes sound on the dock as he catches up to you, grabbing tight on your bicep. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says, and his voice hushes when you stop.

You jerk your arm away but turn to face him. 

“What?” You snap. 

“How are you?” He asks, wiping at his mouth with a dirty ringed hand. You squint back at him through your sunglasses. 

“I’m great, yeah, thanks. Can you tell me what the hell you want? I have deliveries to make.” You gesture to your boat with the portable gas tank in your hand. 

“I just, uh, wanted to let you know that I know what your boyfriend did.” He tucks his hands in the pockets of his slacks, bending down just slightly to make sure you hear him. “I know what he stole.” You bypass the “boyfriend” title in favor of wondering what the fuck he’s blabbering about. 

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You start walking back to your boat but Rafe catches you by the back pocket of your shorts, pulling you roughly back to him. “Hey!” You exclaim, slapping his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

He grabs your arm again, tugging you back with his fingers so tight you’re worried you’ll bruise. He bends down so close that you feel his breath on your lips, and your chest moves frantically with the force of your panic. His eyes are steady, pink lips pressed together. “Get your pretty ass back in that boat and tell JJ I’m coming for him.” He lets go of your arm finally, whipping it back towards you, and you rub at your wrists with a scowl on your face. Then he’s gone. 

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, heart going a thousand miles a minute. 

“And then he told me he’s coming for you. Whatever the fuck that means.” You raise the bottle to your lips, trying to seem relaxed and not at all stressed about the fact that your wrist is starting to purple. 

“Coming for me,” JJ repeats, pacing back and forth on the porch with his hand at his lips. “Coming for me.” He stops, hands on his hips, and stares at you. “That's all? Nothing else, you’re sure?” His steely gaze fixes itself on you and you can’t help but swallow. 

“I-I… That’s it. Nothing else. He just told me to get my ass on the boat and then I left.” You omit the “pretty” detail, knowing it would only frustrate JJ more to know Rafe was so close to your mouth and calling your ass pretty. John B sighs beside you and drains the last of his beer. 

“I think he’s gonna beat your ass, buddy.” John B passes JJ on the way to the kitchen for another beer and slaps his shoulder encouragingly. 

“Dude, I didn’t steal anything,” JJ says, and sits down heavily in his wicker chair. “That guy is a fucking prick, getting in your face like that. I could kill him.”

“Calm down, big boy. I handled it.”

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to.” JJ stares at you, chewing at his lip. “I’m gonna get you a gun,” is all he says before disappearing back inside the Chateau. 

“JJ!” You call, following him on quick feet. “I don’t want a gun. You’re not giving me a gun.” He passes the threshold of his room and starts digging through his many bags of illicit substances and paraphernalia. It smells like deodorant and marijuana in his overly-decorated room, and you glance around at the various band posters and empty mason jars you're sure used to house a certain schedule 1 drug in his room. “You’re not getting me a gun.” You lean against the door jam, settled on just watching him rifle around. 

“Maybe not,” he responds, voice gruff and muffled by the clothes in his dresser. “But you’ll take a knife.”

“No,” you say firmly, lips pressed together and shaking your head.  “No, JJ.” He approaches you, a surprisingly large orange pocket knife in his hand, and holds it out to you. 

“Yes, Y/N.” He pushes it into your hands, much to your dismay and unmotivated fingers, but you finally just accept it. Not smart to play with knives. You sigh, looking at him dejectedly. “Is it wrong that I want you to protect yourself?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed, and you follow his gaze as it moves across your face in apparent worry. 

“No. But I’m not going to knife Rafe,” you finally respond after a beat of silence. Rolling your eyes, you turn away and decide on finding Kie out on the dock for a hit of her bong. “I’m gonna go smoke,” you call back at him, not turning around, and push open the screen door to the porch. 

You end up doing a lot more than simply smoking a peaceful bowl with Kie. It’s only when you can’t feel your feet and have had a smile plastered on your face for the past twenty minutes that you decide to go to bed, Rafe’s tan face on your mind. 

In reality, you used to be a lot more involved in the “Kook culture” than people think. Sure, your dad lost his Kook fortune a couple years back and forced you and your family to move to the south side in some cramped bungalow, but you still had the antiquated “blood” of a wealthy family. In fact, you were in Sarah’s grade and often hung out with her after school because you lived on the same side of Figure Eight. It was only when Rafe started with the coke his senior year of highschool that you distanced yourself from their family. Sarah was too obsessed with her social status anyways. This soon coincided with your dad’s company going bankrupt, and the rest was history. Your parents still had a membership at the beach club, and you drove a nice car that you took care of, but your old friends at school decided you weren’t worth their precious Kook time. Figures. But you got better: your new friends actually listened when you talked now. Something you didn’t know was a luxury. And Kiara was there for you and maybe in the same position during your fall from grace. She understood. John B was along for the ride, always happy to be included and a secretly hilarious person, JJ enjoyed the tomfoolery you were fond of and always had everyone’s back, and Pope was so supportive and passionate about the right things. He truly was like a religious figure. A religious figure with a terrible passion for all things beer and dead people.

In fact, to celebrate the start of summer, you and the rest of them were throwing a kegger. Of course, there were other beverages featured besides that cold, crisp beer. Like jungle juice—your specialty. You had a great taste in juices and liquor and candy, and this one was especially heavy on the peach Smirnoff. Two solo cups of it had your body buzzing and a laugh so close to your lips at any moment's notice that the smallest things made you laugh your ass off. Like Kiara’s terrible dance moves. 

“You’re so bad!” You shout at her, grinning, and she scoffs. There were tens of high schoolers and college kids home from school and tourons surrounding the bonfire JJ and Pope had artfully crafted. Pope liked it so much that his new drunk quirk was howling whenever he got relatively close to the burn. The music was loud, a couple huge commercial speakers decorating the tables shoved under the driftwood and debris from the hurricane. The Boneyard was just perfect for nights like these.

“Don’t be rude!” She yells back, pushing you by the shoulder with a laugh. You collide with someone’s hard arm, and you spin to apologize with a smile. 

Said smile drops the second you see who it is. Rafe Cameron looks down at you with his messy hair in his eyes and a cup at his lips, shoulders square and unbuttoned shirt showcasing his hard abdomen. 

“If it isn’t Y/N,” he shouts above the beat of the music, lips spreading in a smile. His white teeth glint dangerously in the fire light. You swallow, grabbing at Kie’s arm, and push against the crowd, needing to be as far as possible away from him. He calls out to you as you pull Kiara to the edge of the pulsing crowd, voice rising above the music. But you just tug her back into the amalgamation of tree trunks and branches, noise slowly getting smaller, until all you hear is the heavy panting of you two and the water. 

“That was Rafe,” you exhale, gulping down air and pressing a hand to your chest. Your cheeks are flushed from the alcohol, but also from the way he smiled down at you. It made your heart stop—mostly fear, and a little bit of something you can’t place. (You don’t want to find out what it is, actually.)

“Who invited him?” Asks Kiara, sitting down onto a semi-stable log and forcing breaths in and out of her lungs. “I sure as hell didn’t.”

“Not me either,” you respond, collapsing on the sand down next to her. “I’m so drunk.”

“Me too,” whines Kie, and you huff out a laugh. “We’re pitiful.”

“I know. It’s so bad. That jungle juice is straight from hell,” you sigh, leaning back against the scratchy bark. You close your eyes for a second, feeling the dark night and cool ocean air soaking up into your pores. It’s peaceful now, away from the din of two hundred drunk people and their music. 

“Why did Rafe seem so happy to see you?” Kiara asks, and you look at her with your eyebrows drawn. Her face lights blue from the light of her vape, and she looks sweaty and solemn. 

“I don’t know.” You look down to your lap, ears heating at all the hope she had just given you with her words. “I really don’t know why or how—,”

“He is kind of hot,” interrupts Kie with a snort. 

“Kie!” You shriek, shoving her shoulder. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Sorry,” she says, grinning at you when your cheeks heat. “Don’t tell them.” You know to whom she’s referring.

“I won’t. JJ would shit his pants, and I’ve already hidden some stuff about Rafe from him.” You twiddle your thumbs.

“Like what?” Kiara takes another rip from her pen and blows the vapor up at the stars. She looks down at you with her eyebrows raised. 

“He just— I don’t know. He referred to my ass as pretty the other day and always looks at my lips when we’re arguing. It’s fucking—it’s something.” You shake your head. 

“You know,” starts Kie with a whisper. You suddenly remember she’s drunk when her voice wavers slightly. “You could hit that and I wouldn’t say anything.”

“Kiara.” You make a face, and feel suddenly sober. “That would mess things up with our people.”

“Y/N—you know how I can tell you think he’s sexy?” She grabs at your shoulder. 

“I don’t—okay.” She shoots you a look when you start to disagree. 

“The only reason you haven’t fucked that man is because you think JJ or John B would have something to say about it. Not because you don’t like him. Because I think you do.”

You just sit there, taking in her words with your mind racing. Fuck. She might actually—

A scream bounces into the night from over by the bonfire, and you two scramble to stand on wobbly legs. 

“What was that?” You two look at each other, and take off without another word. 

There’s a bubble of people backing up to the right of the bonfire, and you two shove your way to the front. You struggle, and resort to yelling at these idiots to move right into their faces. What you see makes your heart drop to your feet. 

In the center is Rafe, and he’s got JJ in a chokehold so tight it makes the veins pop out of his forehead. His face slowly turns a shade of purple that makes you want to throw up, and you frantically make your way over to the pair. JJ, never the quitter, struggles to wriggle out of his grip and land punches at Rafe’s head, who just dodges them. John B grabs at your wrist from behind you, wanting to move you out of the way, as Pope darts out and starts shouting for the bigger guy to back off. You rip yourself away. 

“Rafe!” You scream, scratching at his huge forearms that push JJ closer and closer to passing out. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Pope disappears into the crowd, and he returns with JJ’s backpack in hand. 

“Y/N, back the fuck off,” Rafe spits, and JJ lands a jab of his elbow at his abdomen that has Rafe gasping and loosening his grip. JJ slips out from under his arms then, chest heaving, and tries desperately to give his brain some oxygen back. Pope yells his name and tosses JJ the backpack. The blonde catches it and rips open the big zippered section, digging around for—

You rip the bag away from him, yelling something about an unarmed man, and toss it to the side. You know he won’t chase it. 

Two guys appear from the crowd and pull at Rafe, shouting something about “getting out of here” and they all disappear into the woods, sand flying. Rafe stumbles, casting a look over his shoulder at you that you don’t notice. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?” Shouts JJ, his face red from anger. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“Me? I’m just trying to not get the fucking cops called and your ass in jail, JJ! You said no more guns.” You jab your finger at his chest, furious.

The crowd thins as people back off towards their belongings, the party suddenly lame as soon as the fight breaks up.

“Yeah, that was before Rafe was choking me out! You think I don’t want to defend myself just because I could get arrested? God, fuck off, Y/N.” He pushes you back by the shoulder, going to find his backpack.

Pope slings an arm around his shoulder when he finds it, and the two head back to the Chateau. You watch them for a little bit, eyes stinging. 

John B touches your arm to get your attention, and you nearly swing on him. 

“Jesus. Sorry. But I—I don’t think you should come back to the Chateau. I don’t want JJ to bite your head off. Could you go with Kiara, maybe?” He winces, obviously feeling bad, and you nod tearfully. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I can. I—Goodnight. Say goodnight to them for me.” You cross your arms and turn away, ending the conversation, and go to find Kie. He walks off with the speakers on his back in a pack and the empty keg in a hand. 

Kiara was by a speaker last time you saw her, but she is nowhere to be found. You shout a couple times for her, but the only sound around you is the fireflies chirping and the gentle tapping of a sprinkle of rain falling from the clouds. Great, a storm now. Right when you have to walk home. 

You settle to giving up your search for Kie, exhausted by now and just wanting to get in your bed. 

By the time you grab your tote bag and get to walking along the main road back to your house, the rain is upon you. It’s heavy and loud, all-encompassing, and you really don’t think this could get any worse. Cold, slightly hungry, and still slightly drunk, walking home alone because your best friend hates you right now. 

It appears it could get worse. Headlights break the heavy downpour as a truck slows to a stop in the lane opposite you. You just keep on walking, assuming it’s a couple leaving the party late that pulled over to fool around in the backseat. The driver’s side window rolls down, and you hear your name called out. You look over, wet hair in your eyes, and a layer of goosebumps erupts all over you.

“Fuck.”

“Y/N!” He shouts louder this time, leaning his arm out the window. Rafe Cameron cranes his neck out, squinting in the rain. “Get in.”

“No!” You yell back, turning back towards the road and flipping him off. You hear a curse and the door opening, and you speed up your walking pace. 

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!!” He yells over the sound of the droplets pounding the pavement. “Turn the fuck around.”

You hesitantly turn, and he looks like a wet dream. Wet hair is plastered to his forehead, and the warm rain sticks his thin shirt to the muscles of his torso and his arms, making him look like a Greek god statue carved from marble. God, you hate yourself. 

“Get in the car.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you Rafe,” you throw back at him, a tortured look on your face as you turn back around. He stomps his way over to you and grabs at your arm. 

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N. I don’t want to drag you.” He shakes your arm for emphasis, gritting his teeth. 

“I don’t want to.” You try to pull away, but he just tightens his grip. He gets up in your face, all hard jaw and seething.

“I don’t fucking care,” he spits, and looks down at your lips in a split second. 

“Why are you trying to be nice to me, Rafe? Why?” You’re quieter now, water dripping into your mouth and into your eyes, blurring your vision. 

“Fine. Get hypothermia.” He lets go of you and starts back towards his car. 

“Wait!” You run after, shoes slapping on the asphalt. “I’ll get in.”

He unlocks with a click of his key and you yank open the door, pulling yourself up into the seat and shutting it quickly behind you. It’s quiet in here, and warm, and you shiver. The silence breaks as Rafe climbs back in, and then you feel claustrophobic. Your teeth chatter slightly and Rafe just scoffs—but he reaches back behind your seat and tosses a blanket into your lap. You unfold it frantically, fingers shaking, and drape it over your shoulders. The fabric is smooth and soft on your skin, and you audibly sigh as Rafe whips the car around, switching lanes of traffic to head back towards Figure Eight. 

“I live on the Cut now, Rafe,” you mutter, eyes nervously looking at him. You don’t want to trigger an outburst.

“No shit,” he replies. But he continues on towards his house, and the ride is silent. Why he’s helping you, you don’t know, but you’re not protesting. It’s nice to have heated seats. He pulls into his driveway, and you glance up at him for the first time to avoid bitterly admiring the Cameron’s huge house.

“Rafe,” you whisper, reaching a hand up to his cheek. He flinches away. There’s a long gash across his cheekbone, probably courtesy of JJ’s affinity for knives. His eye socket is bruised too, and you can almost distinctly make out a curve that looks like JJ’s ring. 

“It’s fine,” he says harshly, jaw tight, turning the car off and pushing open the driver’s door. You struggle to unlatch the door, but manage and finally step out onto the pavement. The rain has subsided to a gentle shower opposed to wet bricks pelting your face. 

“Hurry up!” Rafe calls from the door, propping it open with his arm from the inside. You run over, careful not to slip in the shower, and sigh when you get inside the dry interior of Tannyhill. 

“My room’s up here,” he murmurs, quiet in the silence of his house. His siblings and parents must be asleep—how considerate of them. Your heart twangs when you think about how you’re going to Rafe Cameron’s room, but you will it away with a shake of your head. Your shoes are quiet on the stairs, but his stomp and squelch with every step, and you can’t help but snort. He shoots you a look, and you stop. Jesus. No fun in this house, you guess. 

“Give me the blanket,” is the first thing he says when you enter his bedroom. It’s dark, almost too mature for a 19 year old, but you catch the bongs on his dresser and magazine peeking out of the drawers of his bedside table. Figures. You shrug it off and hand it to him, bringing your hands up to rub at your goosebumped shoulders. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You can’t help but ask quietly, turning towards him. It’s brave, and you want to blame it on the alcohol in your body. It’s like he’s had some change of heart, somehow, and it’s brain-scrambling. But he just slams the blanket he was holding down on his bedside table, looking at you like you’re the scum of the earth. 

“What else do you want, Y/N? You want me to threaten you again, yell at you?” He booms, nearing you. You jump, flinching away from him. 

“I—I’m just confused, Rafe. You try to get me in your car, take me to your house, let me in your bedroom—can’t I be a little confused at you, prick?” Your voice builds as you continue, suddenly frustrated with his idiocy. 

“You—,” he spits, gesturing wildly at your face. “I try to talk to you at the bonfire tonight, try to be nice— and you just run away like I fucking kill your cat. I’m confusing? You’re fucking aggravating.” He has you back up against the wall, chest level with your chin. But you don’t shake with fear anymore.

“How is you yelling after me, supposed to be nice, Rafe? All you’ve ever done to me and my friends is kick us, spit on us, call us names, so of course I don’t want to be all buddy buddy with you at the bonfire!” Your chest heaves with the timbre of your voice, cheeks flushed at the proximity. “You almost killed JJ tonight, you fucking psychopath!”

“Don’t give me that shit, Y/N.” His voice drops. “You and the rest of the Pogues hate us just as much as we hate you. I don’t give a shit about if you think I’m a psychopath, at least I’m not a fucking tease!” He nearly spits, and you rear back at his words like he’s slapped you. 

“Tease?”

“Yes, tease.” He crowds you, face dipping to yours. There’s fire in his eyes—hostile or not, you can’t tell. “You walk around in those little shorts and dresses—show up to the beach in this and then pissing your fucking pants when someone tries to talk to you.” He grabs a handful of the dress you’re wearing tonight, and you struggle to tug it away. 

“Rafe,” you warn. “You know this isn’t about me. This is about you.” You jab a finger at his hard chest, and he leans one arm up against the wall above you, tilting his face to just above you. You feel his breath on your lips. 

“Me,” he repeats, feeling the word around in his mouth. “Me?” He grins. “I can fucking smell you, Y/N.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and your mouth hangs open in blatant surprise. 

“I don’t understand you,” you murmur, bewildered, and stare up at him with wide eyes. “You act like this big, macho man when all you really are is a fucking pervert who wants to fuck everything with a heartbeat and tits in a ten mile radius.”

Oh, you’ve heard about him around the island. Heard about his stamina, his dirty mouth, his proclivity for girls with long hair. Tuggable, they say. He just stares right back at you, chest heaving. 

“And you aren’t wearing underwear right now, are you, Y/N?”

You close your mouth. Fuck. 

“I know you’re not.” He dips lower, mouth nearly on yours, and your blood pulses between your legs. He knows you better than you thought. “I told you, I can smell you. You just can’t wait to open your legs for me, huh?” His hand latches onto your ribs, and his eyes flicker to your lips. 

“Fucking dick,” you breathe, and then you’re pushing up and meeting his mouth in a messy kiss. He immediately snakes an arm around you and squeezes at an ass cheek, pushing you straight up against the wall with all of his body weight. He tastes sweet and sharp, like the jungle juice, and he breathes you in. 

“Jump,” he murmurs against your lips and you oblige quickly, curling your arms around his shoulders and using your abdomen to take a chance and wrap your legs around his torso. He grunts and pulls away from the wall, moving over to a set of doors and pushing through. The room is dark, lit only by a dim fan, and you jump when your back meets cold tile. He lets go of you with one hand and tugs the faucet handle, prompting cold water to shoot down from the shower head and soak you immediately. (As if he hasn’t already done that.) You almost pull away from his mouth in a gasp at the freezing water, but he chases you with a snarl. 

“Finally quiet,” he grunts, and uses a hand to push up the material of your dress. His fingers meet your slick folds, and you whimper into his mouth at the sensation. He makes a pleased noise and slides his fingers against you until he has a thumb pressed up against your clit. But it doesn’t move, and you subconsciously jerk your hips up to relieve the ache and get some friction. He grabs your throat with one hand, and it takes all the strength in your body to not drop your legs from his waist. “Tell me that you’re a tease, and I’ll rub you like you want.”

You pant, just staring at him with blown out eyes. His eyebrow quirks up. 

He doesn’t budge. But you don’t either. You thought he was bluffing, but he is nothing if not stubborn. 

“Come on, Rafe,” you say, pleading, water dripping into your eyes and down your body, soaking it completely. “Please.” You even have the decency to say please—he should really be thankful. 

“Say it.” 

“You’re a dick, you know that?” You breathe, and his head cocks to the side. 

“Huh, haven’t heard that one before.” His mouth latches onto your neck, already nipping your skin, and your thighs ache. 

“Fine—I—I’m a tease.” You’re so embarrassed you can barely open your eyes, but Rafe’s thumb spurs into mouth and then you're leaning back into the tile and making noises that you’ll never live down. 

“There you go,” Rafe soothes, grinning down at you when he finally pulls away from your neck and just watches you face in perverse pleasure. “Better like this, yeah?” 

You nod abashedly, eyelids falling closed, and move your hip in conjunction with his fingers. A large finger pushes easily past your folds, and your fingernails dig into Rafe’s shoulder. You bite your lip. He works you open, adding another finger, and his dick strains against his pants at the sounds and faces you’re making. He’s never dreamed you could look like this, and boy, has he dreamed. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper, more to yourself than him, but it makes Rafe groan into the steamy air. Hot water pelts at his shoulders, and his dick hurts, so hard. The picture of this, the very idea, nearly makes you cum into his hand. But you can’t— you won’t give him the satisfaction. “Rafe,” you pant, eyes opening to look straight into his. “You need to fuck me.”

“Fuck, Y/N. So fucking filthy,” he breathes, and gives you one last stroke before pulling his fingers out and pushing them right into your mouth. Your tongue moves against his wet fingers, and you moan onto him. His dick jumps. “Stand up for me.”

You brace a hand on his shoulder and find the shower floor, only to have him manhandle you until your front is pressed up against the wall. You shiver again, exhaling hot against the tile, and hear him fumbling with his belt. 

Your fingers find the hem of your dress, and you pull it up past your hips for easy access. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, and presses a palm to the small of your back as he pushes easily in. Your mouth opens wide in a wrecked moan, jaw already aching, and your eyes squeeze shut. He starts to fucks you into the wall, making your hip bones collide with the porcelain and you just know you’ll have bruises tomorrow. He breathes hard in your ear, and gathers your wet hair into one fist. He pulls, hard, and your neck smarts as your head falls back onto his shoulder. He can hear you in the open air, right next to his ear, and you feel so good he wishes he would fuck you forever. 

“So good,” you mumble, eyes rolling back into your head, as he jerks you forward with the force of every thrust. One of his hands snakes around you and pushes down tightly on your abdomen, and you gasp. 

“You feel me?” He pants, mouth hot on your neck, and you barely have the strength to nod. “Right here?” He presses down hard on your lower stomach, and your legs shake. There’s movement in your body under his fingers, and the very idea that he can feel his dick so far up makes him groan louder. 

“Yes—yes, Rafe, fuck,” you whimper, and tilt your head so you can see his pretty face. His high cheekbones are pink with the heat of the shower and his jaw clenches with every jab of his hips. Your fingers find the spot between your legs that begs for attention, and then you’re sighing contentedly into his ear. “Feels so good…” You don’t even know what you’re saying now, a mix of names and curses and senseless babble. Rafe loves it all the same. You're so warm and tight around him, he knows he won’t last. Your fingers speed up on your clit, the perfect pressure and movement, and then you're making the most disgusting noise into his ear.

“Jesus fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight. Do it again.” He’s nearly begging you, and it makes your stomach flip. You oblige, clenching your slick pussy down on him, and exhale contentedly into his ear. Too much.

“Please, Rafe. Give it to me,” you whisper, hand coming up to slide through his wet hair and give it a tug. He grunts, fucking you harder and deeper than before, and digs his fingers so hard into your waist that you add another bruise to the list. A couple more strokes, and then he’s rolling his eyes back into his head and fucking moaning. It’s music to your ears, and you know every time you look at him after this you’ll think of it. You wish you could get it tattooed. 

“There you go,” you sigh, breathing heavily, and he just grabs your neck until you’re twisting your body and meeting his mouth again. He tastes salty, and you curl your arms around his shoulders once again. He pulls away, eyes closed, catching his breath, while you stare at him. He’s so pretty. 

“Your pussy—is made for me,” is what he settles on, licking his lips, and you flush. “Now you’re blushing.” He grins, eyes slightly opening. “Not when you were asking me to fuck you, but now you are at a simple statement of fact. Funny.”

“Mhm,” you say, petting his cheek with your thumb. “You’ve got a dirty mouth, you know,” you whisper against him before pressing a kiss to his lips. “At least Samantha Collins got that one right.”

His lip curls, making a face.

“Why the fuck were you talking to Samantha Collins?”

“She’s my coworker—calm down, big boy. Don’t think I don’t hear things about you.”

“Oh, yeah?” He hauls you into his arm, pushing back the shower curtain and stepping onto the floor. “What other things?”

“Hm,” you sigh, fingers on your lips. “Big dick, lots of stamina, nice muscles, et cetera.” You fall onto his bed, watching him smirk as he disappears into his closet. He re-emerges with a shirt and boxers, throwing them at you, and turns back around to slide his pants and underwear down. You shamelessly stare at his ass. But he pulls sweatpants on over it, and you miss it dearly. 

“And what’s the verdict?” He asks, turned away from you. 

“Um, you definitely have nice muscles.” You turn away from the closet, grabbing the hem of your dress and tugging it over your head. You don’t hear his footsteps, but then he’s pressing himself up against your back, dragging his hands down your completely naked side. His lips find your neck again as you pull on the boxers. 

“Just muscles, huh?” He murmurs into your sweet skin. 

“Mhm.” You bite your lip, trying not to smile. You get the shirt over your head, and turn back towards him to get your mouth on his. He makes a pleased noise, but pulls away.

“You haven’t seen my stamina yet.”

“Oh, yeah?” You taunt, hands playing with the end of his wet hair. His eyes follow yours. He takes your hand from his shoulder, and guides it down to his crotch. You freeze, feeling him. He’s already hard again. 

“On second thought— you do have a pretty big dick.” You purse your lips in faux-thought. 

“You have no idea,” is all he says before he’s capturing your mouth in a kiss and walking you bad to the bed. 

The next morning, Rafe drives you home. He invites himself into your bedroom, wanting to see where you relax and sleep. (And maybe your underwear drawer. He now has a personal favorite.) You shoo him out when he tries to dig a hand into your pants, already to go again despite the three rounds last night. The man is fucking insatiable. But you have some business to attend to. Friend business. So he leaves you with a kiss and another hickey, promising “one for the road”. He winks, and then he’s gone. 

You’re over at the Chateau before noon, and you knock on the door before hesitantly pushing it open. The living room is silent, except for the quiet buzz of the TV, and you slip off your shoes so as to not wake everybody up with the sound of you stomping around. You turn to your right, expecting to see Kiara in her usual spot, but see JJ sprawled out on the sofa instead, soft snores drifting from his mouth. You nearly laugh, then remember he’s pissed at you. 

So you sit down on the cushion beside him and rake your fingers through his hair, scratching like you know he likes. 

“Wake up,” you whisper. He stirs slightly then his snores continue. “JJ,” you say in a normal voice. He snorts and then lifts his head from the blanket, blinking wildly in the sunlight. He jumps when he sees you, chest heaving, and his face settles into a firm expression. “JJ, please. Don’t be mad at me.”

He gets up, scratching at his stomach, and wades through the junk on the floor to the kitchen silently. You follow, hot on his heels.

“I was just trying to keep you safe. Come on, J. I didn’t want to have you arrested again.” You’re nearly begging for his forgiveness. He turns from the fridge, pops open his beer, and takes a long drink. 

“I’m not mad,” is what he settles on, all morning voice, and you nearly shout in thankfulness. You jump him, wrapping your arms around his head and shoulders and pressing your face into his hair. He just laughs, shaking his head and accepting your hug. “I’m sorry for acting like a dick.”

You pull away, smiling now, and shrug.

“It’s okay. Rafe’s an asshole. But hey—I sorta fixed that one too. He said you’re allowed one good sucker punch to settle it. Kind of generous.”

“Oh, yeah? Give him the best ride of his life?”

Your mouth drops open, and you punch his shoulder. 

“What the fuck, JJ?”

“Kie told me you thought he was hot. Sorry.” He pushes past you towards the sofa again, and you sigh in relief. 

“I did not think he was hot. Until like an hour after we talked, I guess.” You open the fridge and reach for a beer. 

“Mhm.” He just drinks from his bottle. You scoff. 

“At least I’m not fucking the sheriff’s daughter on the weekends.” You sigh and settle into the chair across from the sofa. JJ shrugs.

“Now that’s probably the next reason for my arrest.”

“True that.” You pop the tab of your beer and raise it high. “Here’s to fuck buddies?”

“Here’s to fuck buddies,” he sighs, and raises it as a toast. 

(Bonus:

You’re sitting on the edge of the boat, letting your feet drag in the cool evening water, when you hear a whoop from the shore. 

You and the rest of your friends are having a relaxing evening on John B’s boat, sipping tequila and smoking some of JJ’s weed. It’s peaceful, and the way somebody shouts from the shore interrupts your pondering. You make a face, squinting with a hand shading the setting sun. 

“Aw, don’t look at me like that, honey.” The man shouts even louder. 

“What the fuck?” Asks Kie, and you just huff out a laugh. 

Rafe is standing on the 16th hole of the beach club’s course, leaning on his club with that stupid grin splitting his face. You see some of his friends behind him, minding their business while he catcalls you. 

“Y’all got enough booze over there?” You call back, leaning with your arm pressed to the ridge.

“Nah. You wanna make a delivery, sweetheart?” His voice strains with another yell, and you just shake your head good-naturedly. 

“Hold on, guys,” you sigh, scooting your legs back inside the boat. “Okay if I throw him the rest of this Patrón? It’s like four shots.”

“Go right ahead,” John B says, and JJ nods. Kie shrugs. Pope just keeps on snoring.

“Thank you, my lovers. You can do no wrong.” You grab the neck of the bottle, standing and salute. With a push of your feet you fall smoothly back into the water. Rafe whistles from the shore, and you come up briefly only to start paddling his way. It takes you a little over three minutes to get to his spot, and you climb the emergency ladder off of the rocks. 

“I like your golf pants,” You say, grinning at him as you approach with wet feet on the turf. 

“Oh, yeah?” He asks, shamelessly looking over your dripping wet body, covered only by a cheeky bikini. He takes you in an arm, pulling you close to press a kiss to your mouth. “If I wasn’t with my dad and all my friends, I’d fuck you right here,” he murmurs onto your lips, and between your legs pulses. You wind your arms around his shoulders, just admiring his face in the sun. You smooth a hand over his hair. 

“I wish you would.”

He hums, reaching a hand to grab your ass. It’s wet in his hand, and he knows he’s hard already. 

“Careful,” you say quietly, glancing over his shoulder at the group of men watching you. “Daddy might see you.”

“Don’t call him that.” His eyes search your face, jaw clenching. 

“Jealous?” You ask, and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You slink out of his arms and push the bottle into his hands. “See you tomorrow, Daddy.”

You pull away, a mischievous look on your face, and start back towards the boat. He watches you move, the way your hair sticks to your back, your ass mesmerizing. 

“Tonight,” he calls after you. You don’t even turn around, and he curses to himself. Fuck. 

He tells the rest of his group that he needs to find another club, and hides behind the caddy while he adjusts himself. You truly will be the death of him.)

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #obx #obx smut #obx fanfic

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 3, Episode 8, Part 4: "Let The Games Begin", the part where Lorelai says that if Jess was trapped inside her burning house she would save her shoes first

Lorelai Gilmore, you are no Jack Pearson. I won't complete that thought, even though I'm feeling nice and mean and I totally should.

Scene: Lorelai and Rory are discussing the upcoming road trip to New Haven with the Gilmore Grands. Rory forgot to pack. Lorelai goes into panic mode. Rory questions why she needs to pack her entire closet for a short road trip. Lorelai recounts a family vacation story from her childhood that would be best unpacked in a lengthy therapy session, frets that her mother will lecture them for under-packing, starts rummaging through Rory's dresser. Rory catches Lorelai making a double entendre about a meaty taco and declares it was dirty. The show makes another dig at New Haven after Lorelai brings home a pamphlet about Exciting Things to Do In New Haven but it's only a few pages long.

You sound surprised, as if ya'll aren't wearing heavy coats and long sleeves in the spring and summer. I swear there's something in the drinking water affecting everyone's thyroids in this town, they can't regulate their body temperatures.

Could anyone tell I'm stalling here? Classic Salty.

Rory: Mom, stop rummaging through my shit. Awwwe. Even Evil Villains like Lorelai Gilmore get the blues. I'm surprised she decided to go on this road trip to Yale instead of sending Rory off alone with the Grands, that way she'd have the house and Dean Forrester to herself the entire day. Since Dean's sexual stamina only extends to 1-2 minutes, they could have had sex hundreds of times in a day.

Two quips that sprang to mind (couldn't decided which one was better): The only words Lorelai is thinking about right now are "Dean" and "Shower". Lorelai thinks Jess removed Rory's bracelet while they're in the shower together? Jess could only hope.

Excuse me for a moment... *deep inhale*

I went into the Tumblr gifs library and looked up "peaceful". Here is a nice, presumably not-evil, Peaceful Bunny.

So not only does Jess commit attempted vehicular homicide, and steal Quarters on a String, he steals said QOAS by forcibly ripping them directly off the wrists of poor unsuspsecting delicate young ladies.

Nice try. You think you're so slick, but you're not, Slick Gilly.

You all don't understand the effort it takes for me to break down a scene like this without taking the cowards way out and simply rage quitting (which I have done before). I have to come up with multiple lines of witty, cutting commentary about what is unfolding before me, when all I want to do is KEYBORD SMASH. SO, YOU KNOW WHAT I WILL!! ITS A FREE COUNTRY ISNT IT! BALD EAGLE BASEBALL APPLE PIE! (Deep inhale) sagfshafgahfgasvxzcywtryqwuhajlkansjbkfagsfyafvabsfvsdgr2347527q2y4q#&$T%#^%^#*U@(%)&@tGSHFBSHFSVAGFSFS FUCKYOULORELAIGILMORE#^&#^%&#^WGHFSHGAS@$%@^@

Thank for reminding the audience the reason why Lorelai thinks Jess should, ya know, die painfully and slowly. He was mouthy once. (the Netflix captions borked the line; Rory also said "and wrecked my car", but as if that makes Lorelai's treatment of Future Nephew any more justifable).

I am told that in a later season, Lorelai bemoans the fact that unlike Dean, Jess never offered to change her water bottle for her. NOW WHY WOULD HE DO THAT? YOU'RE ABOUT TO WISH HIM A FIREY DEATH. AND WHEN HE WAS (FORCIBLY) APPOINTED TO CLEAN YOUR GUTTERS YOU DIDN'T WANT HIS HELP..

Lorelai practically moans this, lol. We know "Change the water bottle" can mean two very different things. You ain't so slick, Slick Gilly.

Welcome to Gaslighting and Emotional Manipulation Theater! See, here's the thing Slick Gilly, I watched an entire frigging episode about you accusing Jess of being a thief, it was called Lost and Found and it took me four frigging centuries to finish, I'm quite sure I have concrete evidence that you have accused him of stealing things. I am Jess Mariano's defense attorney and I will see you in court. Bring Rory too, she should also start getting used to what a court room looks like.

Rory, honey. Sweetie. Sugar bear. It's best you don't wish for a crystal ball. Just strap in to the rollercoaster that is dating Jess Mariano while living with your mother, and pray.

See, here's the thing Slick Gilly, I watched an entire frigging episode about you not letting Jess enter your house, it was called Swan Song and it will take me four frigging centuries to rewatch it.

This "Jess talks in grunts" shtick is getting old and moldy.

So not only does Jess commit attempted vehicular homicide, steal Quarters on a String, and steal said QOAS by forcibly ripipng them directly off the wrists of poor unsuspsecting delicate young ladies, but he's also an arsonist, and not only is he an arsonist, he's such a bad one that he'll apparently be killed by his handiwork? (he also can't be trusted to clean gutters). He was probably trying to off himself instead of live in Stars Hollow for another minute. Can we recall another time Rory tried to play this same grim hypothetical with her mom? Does Rory, like Jess, also have some kind of firey death wish? I mean, who can blame either of them. *twinkly flashback music to early season 2*

I notice Pigtails didn't say "my daughter" this time, either. Sorry Rory. Maybe try playing a third time until she answers with "Some form of human life." Lorelai lies to Rory's face that she "promised you before and am promising you again that I will cut "this kid" some slack." Alright, I ran through my 30 screen shots, let's stuff this scene in a sack and throw it into the lake with Shane and her swan family.

Rory: "You're just waiting for the day I break up with Jess." Lorelai The Villain: "Did I like Dean? Yes. Did I worry less when you were with dean? Yes! I never expected you to be with Dean forever. I don't expect you to be with Jess forever." What a pile of rancid baloney. Maybe he won't be with Rory forever, but 13 years later Jess becomes her nephew and will be a part of her family forever and I will never, ever, ever stop loving that. What JUSTICE.

When I hit my lowest of low valleys listening to this wretched woman spew her many lies and Gilly-Nonsense, It's often the only thing that makes me smile.

#jess mariano #literati #gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #let the games begin #ltgb #now I just have to suffer through the ridiculous shit fit she has at Yale

[roomofshroom]

my kyman headcanons (18+)

i love others' headcanons so i thought id share my own <3 these are mostly 18+ but not all of them are!! if you dont agree w some of them its ok its mostly for fun!!

hey there's a part 2 !!!!

kyle would mostly call eric cartman and eric would try to secretly find ways to get him to call him eric more

when kyle does occasionally call cartman by his first name it's when they're getting intimate so eric associates kyle calling him by his first name with sexy times and then gets ...excited anytime kyle says his name which makes for some very funny situations

they would hide that they're in a relationship for the first few weeks but their friends would have their suspicions anyways bc they're not fucking blind and the way eric looks at kyle just says it all (not stan tho, mfer is blind af)

they would tease each other, name call each other in front of their friends and their fights would get very heated but for different reasons than others have in mind

cartmans a little brat and enjoys when kyle gets angry so much he purposely makes him angry in front of their friends, just for them to dissappear and angrily make out in a closet or somewhere secluded

stan would be oblivious to that and call cartman an asshole for getting kyle mad and then he'd worry ab his best friend when he suddenly dissappears w/o a trace

kyle doesn't want to admit it but he likes it when eric tries to get him riled up and sometimes he even exaggerates his angry reactions just to see eric get those excited sparks in his eyes

when they finally tell their friends they're together stan throws up (mf was oblivious the whole time), kenny asks them VERY personal questions ab positions they've done together, butters is happy for them and congratulates them, craig says he had known the whole entire time ('you guys are so blindingly fucking gay it's making my eyes hurt'), tweek would hand him 5 dollars (mfers made a bet out of it), clyde would say to tolkien that he's worried ab them checking him out and tolkien would just tell him to stfu bc 'being gay doesnt mean they wanna fuck you, no one wants to fuck you, clyde'

now that everyone knows, eric would brag to everyone ab not being a virgin anymore and jokingly try to go into details ab their sex life which kyle would VERY QUICKLY shut down and blush the entire time

eric now calls stan a virgin million times a day, asks him if hes jealous that hes 'getting that sweet sweet jewish ass' and constantly remind him that hes 'fucking his best friend nya nya nya hahaha' while kyle tells him to stfu

eric gets a stupid fucking tattoo 3 month into the relationship something like a fucking arrow pointing to his ass saying 'kyle was here' or i dont fucking know, anyways kyle would hate it and call him fucking insane

when kyle finds himself in a deep convo w anyone else thats not their friend or eric himself, eric always interrupts to make SURE they know kyle's HIS man so 'don't try to steal my man bitch' while he snaps his fingers and leaves w a dramatic hair whip (nonexistent long hair)

eric would be very veeeeery clingy while kyle would get slightly controlling sometimes just to quickly realize and get mad at himself (eric loves it when kyle's controlling and jealous so he doesn't mind)

eric would cry and whine about the dumbest shit ever ('mom said im not allowed my xbox bc i keep yelling at others in the game to kill themselves waaa khal, isnt she such a fucking bitch?') and kyle has to comfort him bc 'that's his boyfriend duty', kyle would call him a fucking crybaby which would only cause cartman to cry louder forcing kyle to shut him up somehow (maybe with a kiss)

#kyman #kyman headcanons #kyle x eric #kyle x cartman #sp kyman #sp kyle broflovski #sp eric cartman #south park headcanons

[tomwaterbabies]

@the-diabolic-acid this was going to be way too long to put under my art so it's here now lol

per-requisite is having vague knowledge on disney's pixie hollow fairies. yknow how it is

both these guys are tinker talent fairies. yes. why is varian Not wearing green tinker garb well thats because he got kinda lost but its ok. hes clumsy

hugo is pretty cynical and jaded about his lot in life. he spent all this time working with lost things and doing alchemy but other fairies (the fairies in canon) were the ones rewarded for going against the norm and all that (this is a very simple summary but yeah)

so fuck that he wants something greater than pixie hollow. ogughhh but that leads to him working for PIRATES (gasp!)

basically he helped steal the second pixie dust tree to give to the pirates (donella and crew) while also stealing blue pixie dust for them (powerful stuff). in return he gets some good access to materials n stuff

of course the fairies of pixie hollow send out scouts n shit to try and find the tree. who cares though. he thinks the scouts are stupid lol

but then some goody-goody tinker fairy puts together his own naive search for it. that would be varian. who is smart. he is worried about this one

he joins the search to try and keep varian and crew away from finding the tree

you know what happens. he starts becoming best friends with varian. he starts falling in love with him. he starts becoming a more hopeful and optimistic person etc etc

he learns that varian isnt just some goody goody fairy. he's actually also someone who has spent his life being different and struggling- also messing with alchemy and lost things and all that stuff. but yet he's still just... So Good. waugh

yeah so. eventually he just wants to call off the search bc he does NOT want to put his friends in harm's way via donella. the pixie dust tree donella has will die without his help so he just wants to leave her in favor of his new friends (and donella doesnt have access to pixie hollow so like whatever lets just leave it)

varian of course does NOT want to just give up wtf. and yeah some misunderstandings happen or whatever like you get it. he thinks hugo has betrayed them

but its ooooook. eventually. they stop donella etc etc etc

they kiss

ASIDE FROM THE PLOT. they're both alchemists still in this au. they mess with lost things and pixie dust and other materials. theyre both weird and eccentric but thats ok. building insane inventions and such. besties

#varigo #vat7k #fairy au

[crushedsweets]

in your au, what kinds of people do the different pastas target?

HIIII ok omg im literally working on my little website w all the info rn so i love this ask..

operator targets vulnerable people he can use 2 get out of the forest

slenderman targets whoever the operator took control of so he can """save""" them (moreso redirect them..) tim, brian, toby, and kate focus purely on keeping cryptids within the forest + humans out of it. tim brian and toby will also seek out people in nearby cities/counties who are way too into the paranormal and will stalk them, scare them off, steal their evidence, etc. they only kill people if necessary (but toby and kate are guilty of getting carried away when its totally not necessary) natalie started by treating it as a form of 'therapy' and related it back to her childhood abuse, so prob wealthier abusive men/older boys.. but she's kinda having like a terrifying revelation of how fucked up she's making her life so .

jack doesn't kill (he takes what jeff and others bring him) BUT if they're not bringing him anything for a long time, he'd target grown/tall adults cuz. more meat.. bigger organs.. lasts longer. some weird logic (and he feels less guilty if theyre like middle age)

sally doesnt desire and isnt capable of killing, but she will sometimes haunt houses with newborn babies . jus cuz she likes babies and thinks shes protecting them even tho it scares the living shit out of the families

ben also doesn't kill but he HAUNTS THE FUUUCK out of people. usually kids/teens cuz its funnier that way and nobody believes them. he's literally just an internet troll jeff targets women and girls mostly.. he just thinks theyre more fun to chase plus ''''objectively easier to kill'''' and he isn't exactly the epitome of health and strength liu(+sully) jane and nina don't and haven't killed anybody. liu is trying to repress, sully is trying to get shit figured out, jane wants jeff in prison, and nina is just chronically online and got caught stalking liu so she got roped into their problems + eventually the operator

there's other characters i wanna put in like helen and dina and ann and whatever bc i feel like natalies really out of place in this story so i think more like her balance it out, but i don't want to clutter it too much so yk..

#ty for ask omg #hcs #SHOUTS I LOVE TALKING #chatterbox #creeped

[boxwinebaddie]

Concept: Jersey!Kyle on Black Friday

THE SOUND THAT JUST CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH

no...because that is the jersey kyle super bowl...

thats litrally the scary broke boy college student mf Olympics babey!

also its fucking horrifying oh my god literally every year after bebe parks lady in the mall parking lot, marj child locks tweek and kyles side door, turns around with her hand on her hip, finger wagging all like NOW SEE HERE BOYS!!!!! I DONT WANT NO FUNNY BUSINESS YA HEAR? TWEEK NO BITIN!!! KYLE NO FIGHTIN!!!! SHLKDSHS

and theyre both like "ofc!" <3 *angel emoji*...then the second marj is not looking, kyle uses his long lanky ass extendo arm to unchild lock the door and him and tweek are like SIIIIKE! NO PROMISES! riiiip

he is a menace in there like rm!kyle is fine as hell but so scary if he looked at me and i had something in my hands i would drop it immediately and fall to my knees hfdlksahd! anyways!

hes definitely hoarding all the pumpkin chai fall scented shit, hip checking 15 year old girls taking too long in bath and body works, fighting karen soccer moms over blenders and shower curtains, straight up dislocating arms, rolling up his sleeve, glitter and tinsel all over his face like "do come back!!! its buy one get one FREE, bitch!!!" scarring entire families with little kids in them screaming GUESS WHAT SANTA ISNT REAL!!!! snatching candy right out of their hands

like kyle was kyley b jew jersey kyle u can take the boy out of new jersey but you cant take the new jersey out of the boy!!! hes threatened to crack people over the head with LAMPS in the display section of the department store, duel wielding frying pans like

ID STAY BACK IF I WERE YOU A-HOLE BUT IF YOU INSIST FOR THE LOW PRICE OF ZERO DOLLARS AND ZERO CENTS I WILL BUST YA FUCKEN HEAD OPEN LIKE A PINATA AND THE DENT IT MAKES IN MY NICE NEW PAN WILL MAKE IT 50% OFF AT THE REGISTA!!!!

if there wasnt security devices all over the knives...it would b over

100% jersey!kyle gets dragged out of that mall, kicking, screaming, hissing, fucking biting, clawing, you name it shdlksahd shouting wHAT THE HELL DID I EVEN DO!!! I DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING!!! like baby why is half of the store crying and the other half ON FIRE?

mall security takes his mug shot for the Banned list and his hair is all over the place, theres gift wrap in his hair, probably blood on his cheek, his lip is busted, hes flipping off the camera & rolling his eyes

icon moment <3 im love him

um...as a bonus...conversely...ravenstan would throw up if he were at a department store black friday blow out sale im fuckin crying omg.

like ik he is a celebrity but he would have a panic attack like he enjoys the mosh pit where u are supposed to run into other people, i just know that entire thirty minutes that anxious punk rock angel would just be like ah! excuse me, excuse, oh god, im so sorry, excuse me, ill get out of your way, omg!! sorry!! sorry, wow im so sorry, excuse me!!!

SKHDLKDSHDSL bless him honestly

hed be like not even working there and translating directions so some sweet old mexican lady can find the electronics department for her grandkid's airpods and then buying them for her, giving little kids boosts and piggy back rides so they can reach the toy they were trying to grab off the top shelf and raven telling them to take two <3, literally just trying to be helpful and put stuff that people ( jersey prolly ) knocked off the shelves back onto them but accidentally knocking the entire display over heeeeeelp ( i love u raven my son )

all while jersey is just like ripping peoples hair out, playing irl tetris trying to fit the entire store into the cart, being batshit fkn insane.

ok tldr; the rm line up for black friday isssss...

kyle and tweek being feral and crazy and IN!FUCKING!SANE causing a maaaaassive commotion

kenny and craig robbing the entire place blind ( fuck u big corpo ) while everyone is distracted

( its the way kyle doesnt condone stealing but condones fucking threatening to MURDER people over a single britta filter )

bebe and jimmy putting the whole thing on tiktok and insta reels living and breathing for the drama, jimmy makin literal meme content and bebe like trying to get kenny and craig to steal makeup omg

and marj and ravenstan on damage control, completely mortified...

not all heroes wear capes.

-uncle nina, black friday survivor

#this made me laaaaaugh #no jersey is so scary on black friday like hes already so scary hes extra scary on black friday tho holy shit #like he is BANNED from the mall #his mug shot is def so iconic i kno he looks good omg #i do think raven just being there would cause a commotion #but only if he was in the fit bc hes so cringe boyfail out of celebrity cosplay that i swear ppl would not know #that little mexican lady was all abt him tho she totally pinched his cheeks and everything he was glowing #jerseykyle hissing and swearing at everyone and ravenstan dragging him out of there like sorrysorrysorryeveryone!!! is soooo real to me #super best boyfriend behavior what can i say

[s3a-s1ug]

Mmm after 3 seperate breakdowns with 20 minute breaks in between im in questionable mood, my eyes are still burning from tears so i will use my fragile state of mind to request a fear and hunger nsfw scenerio... fic... thing?

How about Ragnvaldr × Cahara? I know its a joke in the fandom that Cahara is a size queen for all the fucked up reasons you can imagine, but from the ingame art to fanart, he seems kinda like a hoe ngl. I know he has a wife but come on, let a girl dream. Basically the fic would be in the canon setting of the game, and the two would meet as normal, but Ragnvaldr notices that Cahara attempted to steal his shit. However, instead of getting mad and kicking Cahara on his merry way in the dungeon, he decides to keep a close eye on him. The dungeon is a dangerous place and its always good to have more hands for weapons.

One thing leads to another, you'll be the judge of that, and they end up sharing a bed. And Cahara once again proves himself to be untrustworthy by feeling around in Ragnvaldr's pockets. But what he touches isnt his pocket, unfortunately.

God I hate myself. Its 4 am, i need to sleep

Oh and also happy christmas

“The Thief’s Tricks”

Cahara x Ragnvaldr Fic - Part One

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THIS REQUEST SAVED ME!!! This is actually so fun. The next part should be out soon! I’m that case enjoy!!! …and merry Christmas to you too..? Time is a construct I guess.

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The prisons. The heavy oppressive nature of the sights to be seen in there would shake anyone to their core. Bloodied empty prison cells captured the true horrors of what happened to its unfortunate prisoners. All for except one.

“…hey…hey big guy..!”

Ragnvaldr stopped in his tracks and locked into the prison cell. A man with dark messy hair on the other side. He seemed to be in shape but he looked very tired. Bags under his eyes. He gave a tired smile

“Look.. I’ll give it to you straight… I’m in a tough one here and I could REALLY use your help. You look strong. You think you could get me outta here..?” He asked with a hint of desperation in his voice

Ragnvaldr analyzed the man on the other side of the bars. Could he be trusted?…then again…the dungeons are very dangerous and it could be better to traverse them with some help…

“Hmm… what is your name?”

“Cahara..! Of the south.”

“Ragnvaldr. If I were to help you out of here you will have to help me too.”

“Oh?”

“I am on a quest to find a person..and kill him. He is long way down these dungeons so if you are willing I could use the help.”

The mercenary didn’t even give himself time to think and answered immediately

“Yeah sure! I’ll help. I’d say I’m a pretty useful asset. Im a mercenary so I think I could be of good help.

Ragnvaldr only nodded in agreement. He held the bars of the cell. They were rusty and worn out but sturdy enough to keep someone from getting out. He gripped the bars and slowly separated two of them to make an opening for Cahara to get out.

“Woah…damn…you ARE strong..!” He said in awe. A little intimidated even.

“Ja. But you must promise me one thing. You will not deceive me. Since I have helped you, you must return the favor.” He held out his hand for Cahara to shake

“Yeah sure thing”

Cahara shook his hand then brought him into…a hug..?

“I can’t thank ya enough, man. I mean it”

Ragnvaldr was taken aback by this. He swore he felt something in his pocket but before he could react Cahara pulled off from the hug and smiled

“Well I’d assume you know the way?”

“U-uh ja. Follow me” He said with a hint of confusion. He was still cautious mainly due to Cahara’s “off” vibe.

They walked for a bit trying to find their way out of the prisons. Multiple corners were turned in silence. Ragnvaldr went to grab for something in his pocket but…it was gone… he stopped in his tracks. Cahara, who was pretty far behind him now, stopped us well, pretty taken aback.

“Cahara.” Ragnvaldr said sternly, not looking at him

Cahara seemed nervous

“Uh, yeah..?”

“Give it back. You took it.”

“Took what? I wouldn’t steal anything from you. Uh promise! I’m here to help after all heh”

Ragnvaldr turned around and looked at Cahara. He walked up to him and grabbed Cahara’s wrist.

“Give. It. Back.” He squeezed Cahara’s wrist tightly while giving him a stern glare

Cahara gulped. He was in a tight spot. Cahara was in no way weak. He had a fine build and could try to fight back but… that probably wouldn’t last long.

Cahara sighed. He shuffled through his pocket using his other hand and grumbled pulling the vials out and giving them to Ragnvaldr

He let go of Cahara’s wrist

“You made a promise. Next time I won’t be so forgiving. As it may seem I actually need to help. So don’t try this again”

Cahara nodded silently, clearly getting the message.

“You will walk by my side. You’re very sneaky. This will not happen again.”

Ragnvaldr turned around again and continued walking with Cahara catching up to his side silently

‘Damn this guy is tough. Really tough. I don’t want to stay here but I did promise… if there was just a way I could find to leave…hmm’

They walked for a good long while, encountered some enemies, nothing too bad, but it was beginning to get grueling

Cahara yawned and groaned loudly

“Ughhhh… man how long have we been walkin for? My legs are starting to sore….”

“…hmm…ja I suppose we have been walking for… a while” Ragnvaldr didn’t say it but even he was starting to feel tired “well perhaps there is a room nearby, keep a look out”

They walked for another long while until reaching a small stone room. Wasn’t much in it. A tattered rug, cabinet with some old drinks, and one singular bed. Cahara slightly glanced at Ragnvaldr

“Soooo…um… should I like… sleep on the floor? Or..”

“Nej, we will share it. We both need rest. We will make do”

“Oh..! Alright then”

This was certainly gonna be…interesting.

To be continued…

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Next part will be NSFW muahahah so stayed tuned!!!!

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#fear and hunger #funger #gaming #ragnvaldr #rpg #cahara fear and hunger #f&h #f&h ragnvaldr #fear and hunger termina #f&h cahara #fanfic #part one #headcanon #fear and hunger ragnvaldr

[blookmallow]

ok the willy wonka fixation has been boiling somewhere in the back of my head ever since i had to supress it the other day so im just gonna go full stream of consciousness here until i burn out

( also yes i am aware of the upcoming prequel. i want to be excited but my expectations are low and the trailers felt very ‘trying too hard to be whimsical’ and not really genuine to me, but i refrain from judgement until ive seen it. im very open to the concept but uncertain about the potential execution)

SO ok so the thing is. i am a remake stan. in general and in the case of willy wonka. so. ok. about remakes. i genuinely think the people who reject remakes immediately on sight without giving it half a chance, and say they’re the true fans for doing so, are. hypocrites? thats not the right word. disingenuous? i dont know. my point is if you really love a story wouldnt you be excited to see a new telling of it? you dont have to like it, but people who say burton wonka sucks just Because its a remake and its not the original, thats just unfair to me

and if you dont like it because it isnt like the original - what would be the purpose of a remake if it’s exactly the same as the original? isnt the point to make it your own and put a new spin on it?

AND FURTHERMORE, gene wilder willy wonka is quite unlike the Actual Original, book wonka, to the point that roald dahl himself didnt even like the movie (i think. i havent researched that in a long time so my memory’s hazy)

and you know what! while personally i like the original more, its a major classic, nobody is gene wilder, nobody could ever be gene wilder, but johnny depp wasnt trying to Be gene wilder. he was playing his own version of the character and i respect that (you dont have to like him or his portrayal but my point is if he was just trying to be gene wilder it wouldve just been sad and weird. at least his version was unique and interesting)

so: if you hate it because its different? invalid, remakes SHOULD be different.

hate it because you hate johnny depp? fair, thats fine, you dont have to like him or his performance.

another complaint i see often is that ~they added all this weird unnecessary stuff~ and you know what????? Most of that is direct from the book. the dentist father backstory wasnt. you can criticize that. i personally dont have an issue with it but that is a departure from canon. however. the prince pondicherry story? from the book. grandpa joe used to work for wonka? from the book. wonka’s jungle adventures and how he met the oompa loompas? direct from the book. the oompa loompa songs have the direct word for word lyrics from the book for the most part. its closer to the original than the classic movie was, actually!

you know what didnt happen in the book? the fizzy lifting drinks scandal. the whole point was that charlie was a genuinely good, kind child who respected mr wonka, having him steal from him and be essentially the same as the other kids actively contradicts the point of the story! but we’re all cool with that, i guess??

another argument i see? oh its so weird to give this whimsical childrens story to tim burton, he made it so dark and offputting!

first of all. have you seen the original? remember the scary tunnel??? that shit is not in the book. that was never explained. they had no reason to put that in there but they did that for us. i love scary tunnel. but it has nothing to do with the original and is way creepier than anything tim burton did. plus you dont see the Bad Kids come out at the end so the implication that they just fucking died in there is way stronger (seeing them come out changed but alive happens in the book too!)

so, the original is possibly /scarier/, and on top of that - have you ever read a roald dahl book? any of them? this man wrote almost exclusively about horrible nasty scary things. he wrote a story about an evil crocodile who eats children (specifically, and spitefully) and then gets thrown into the sun and dies. he wrote about giants devouring children around the world every night while they sleep. he wrote about evil witches who lure children away to their horrible ghastly deaths for no reason other than They Hate Children. tim burton was a PERFECT fit and honestly i wish he’d gone darker

and dont even get me Started on “depp wonka is a pedophile!!!!!!!” because literally where the fuck did that accusation come from. again you dont have to like him. you can say hes weird and creepy and you dont like him. thats fine. but he never did Anything that remotely came across pedophillic in any sense. hes actively disgusted by children. violet hugs him and he is physically REPULSED. there are valid criticisms to be had here but he is Not A Pedophile and i am sick to death of hearing it

anyway. i think im normal now carry on

[yb-cringe]

for the ask game, 👽,💝, 🫂, and 😭 for witchcraft scott! He is The Blorbo <3

WOO you got it boss! o7

(💝) a hc about their love language:

i think ive done this one before? gift giving- definitely gift giving and words of affirmation. milo knew that man like the back of his hand and that letter was nothing but gifts and lovey dovey words.

(👽) a hc about a weird quirk of theirs

idk if this counts as a Quirk exactly but i think he’s just frigid cold all the time. hes cold as a corpse, yknow? alternatively; I think he maybe talks to zombies like they’re people. he knows theyre not cognizant rly and cant respond but to him its like talking to pets or plants- just a bit more grim. its more weird to see then to experience

(🫂) a friendship hc

OUGH. ELOISE AND SCOTT MAN. i hate slinging the words sibling coded around but christ almighty. these two are sibling coded because scott will like curse her and she’ll be like ok fine but also fuckyou and hit him for it

and they’ll laugh but the second she’s like ok olease stop like legitimately he does it right away. theyre assholes to each other but in that ‘only im allowed to be like this to you’ way.

does that make sense? this isnt even a hc im just rambling they both thjnk theyre protecting the other from something is what i mean

(😭) a hc about the worst thing that happened to them.

you knew what you were doing here huh. okay. well i think milo and scott had a dream house, but since its always ‘what we wouldve had’ instead of ‘what we had’ i think the two of them were living Rough somewhere, working hard for a better future. and in trying to get them both enough money to make it, milo ends up in some deep shit and gets killed.

because he dies to some Not Legal shit, he doesn’t get an official grave. they dont wven tell him what they did with the body or the ashes. just that he’s gone. and its so terribly, awfully, unfair that they never got any happiness after so long trying that scott literally starts doing the same shit milo was (breaking into places, stealing, lying, etc) to force the world to give them a happy ending instead

#asks #ask game

[magioffire]

👫 with Erastus

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship ; accepting

i. since vali's sense of smell is very strong and arguably even more important than sight to him, vali is kind of obsessed with surrounding himself with erastus' scent. usually that just involves curling up on the bed, the couch, or his coffin with any blankets that erastus might use. but i also imagine vali kinda acts like a cat and lays on erastus' laundry (ew gross i know but.....what can you do hes a little gross sometimes). hes just in the laundry basket taking a nap. erastus comes into the laundry room and vali just pops out of a laundry basket with one of erastus' shirts draped over his head.

ii.(i know you just said erastus but i couldnt resist headcanoning the whole squad) erastus, tina, and vali sometimes all go on three-way dates together. vali likes to sandwich himself in between the both of them whenever possible. hes an attention whore like that. i can just imagine the three of them shoved into a booth together and its like.....please guys there an entire booth on the other side one of you could sit. either that or vali is gonna sit across from them and poke them with his feet from under the table like the little shit he is. hell he might even get under the table and get up to some other mischief with the two of them.

iii. while its often erastus who ends up being the more possessive/protective of the two of them, vali at times can be equally, if not more, possessive in certain circumstances. lets just say vali is 100 percent poised and ready to jump on a bitch's back and rip their throat out through the back of their neck if anyone dares to try to hurt erastus. the only exception to this would be erastus' boss, whom...vali cant really get away with going full aufhocker on, now can he? but oh, lord jesus, he would be devising all the horrible ways he will do to eli once he gets the chance. eli reminds him far too much of vali's former master, and he would be very keen to point out all the ways that eli is manipulating erastus (as if he isnt already aware, but vali still wants to make it crystal clear because he cant stand it. he cannot STAND). he wants to bite bite maime kill kill bite kill BITE maime kill maime BITE

iv. if, for any reason, vali has to leave the human world and return to beatha, erastus would be the first to know. and vali would promise to him that he would return, and fae dont easily go back on their promises. the problem is, that time does not flow in a liminal matter within the spaces in-between, the veil itself distorts time as one travels. so vali might only spend a few days, weeks, months away, or he might spend years away...now, since erastus is an immortal vampire, thats not *as* much of a problem as it would be for a mortal lover, but the human world moves quickly and a lot can change. i suppose it would really put to the test if distance really does make the heart grow fonder. vali would do everything in his power to make sure to return as often as he could, and he would bring erastus gifts from his home world. and the thing is, vali wouldnt make erastus come with him,even if its entirely possible for vali to just snatch him as he pleased. because he doesnt want to drag erastus into his mess, or take erastus away from the life he created, or force him to endure the changes required to live in the world in the fae long term, but oh, he would be tempted to steal erastus away. he would be so tempted.

#ooc. #ask. #draggedowntothedark

[masonsystem]

my enthusiasm has gradually petered out over the past few days bc i had been so busy + havent been getting enough sleep, but aa2 was a truly amazing experience for me ESPECIALLY the last case, so i still want to dissect my thoughts on it although im not as hyped up as i was right after i finished playing it (i was jumping around and grinning and pacing around my room for hours and shit 😁) i have so many thoughts so im gonna split my review rambling whatever this is into different parts, this one is my thoughts on the first three cases :D

1st case was nothing spectacular.. pretty long for a tutorial level but i guess it was acting as padding for the more dramatic 2nd case.. i guessss. at least it was very funny and not too hard to solve. and it was also trying to be more thorough in teaching the gameplay mechanics during court sessions and making sure players have an idea of what to expect in later cases.. probably... its whatever whatever. at least an amnesic concussion is still the funniest way to reteach a tutorial so im so happy they went with that.

i liked the second case!! i wasnt able to figure out how the clothing box fit into everything until the very end, so i could rly understand wright's panic, bc for a good chunk of the case it really did seem like maya had killed someone. i think this case felt the most 'turnabout' of them all, bc in other cases there were other plausibilities and culprits right from the get-go, but w the way this murder happened in a locked room with (seemingly) only 2 individuals inside, it actually did feel impossible to save maya at first. so it was very satisfying to pick apart the lies and inconsistencies and be able to arrive to the truth. and it was nice to see kurain village, and learn more about the feys in general. and it was nice to see mia again!!! i wasnt sure if she would be coming back or not. mia and maya's reunion at the end of the case was super touching, bc one of the saddest moments in aa1 to me was during the 4th case when maya couldnt channel mia, and was wondering if she would ever be able to see her again.. so it was nice that she was really able to see her again :')

speaking of mia, i dont know if this series will explore this further, but just thinking abt her state of existence is lowkey kinda scary.. like, whats it like being dead? whats the difference between being alive and dead, considering mia is still somewhat mentoring and advising us despite being dead? could a fey, who can just possess another fey like that, be able to steal the body of another fey if they were killed? (this sounds like a possible case in the future, i wonder if this will happen..) will mia be like that forever? will future generations be able to speak to this mia, can she like.... rest? disappear? does she want to? can she? and its also pretty sad too, with how in aa1 when maya wondered if she could see her again; i feel like its less sad to have someone you love die and have that be that, than it is for them to die and you can maybe or maybe not see them again.. like i dunno. i hope this gets explored more, im curious abt it!!

also, mia being in this state of 'is but isnt here' really makes phoenix's character more enriching to me, bc in the first game he lost someone very dear and important to him... except not really. and we never really see him properly grieve mia in any extent if my memory is correct. like he didnt really dwell on it, he had to push thru it in order to defend maya. but then now in the second game, when we compare wright's almost... flippancy towards mia's death to his refusal to even acknowledge edgeworth's 'death'.... its a super interesting difference. this isnt to say that phoenix necessarily values one character over the other, but bc mia isnt necessarily 'gone'... there technically isnt much to mourn? kinda?? so the way we see phoenix behave in this game irt edgeworth, we get to properly see how phoenix behaves in the face of actual loss.. and his answer to loss is to completely reject it. and it works amazingly with gameplay too, bc he's really just compartmentalizing tf out of his issues and being like Nope. Let's Examine This Room Instead :) while maya or pearl just stares at him like 😐 it adds an extremely compelling layer of depth to wright's character!! and these moments of wright's rejection of his loss are done just the perfect amount of times, very seldomly and very restrainfully, that it creates this perfect air of tension throughout the entire game before it finally blows over in the last case. I LOVE IT RRARRGHHHH

pearl's and franziska's introduction to the story were amazing as well! i had no idea what pearl's character would be like... definitely was not expecting her to be mia's vessel #2 😭 but no yes pearl was an infinitely adorable and entertaining character, it is just so so so so awesome to have a tiny child who speaks so elegantly and have such mature tastes, but still be a cute tiny child. i love you pearl. if shes not in the next game im going to be REALLY REALLY SAD....... and franziska came in with just a massive dominating personality like Yes!!! she livened up so much of the game with her presence. im going to give franziska her own post bc she deserves it so ill talk abt her more in depth later.

and of course the ini miney twist... i already said this but the reasoning for the reveal (you cant drive without a license) is fucking IJBOL but ignoring the absurdity of that, it was a really good twist that i didnt see coming but could still be satisfied with. it was also really sad that morgan had to be convicted too, for pearl's sake i had really hoped that tht wouldnt be the case :( all in all the second case was very suspenseful, emotional, and very very good. i really liked it!

and the third case............................................................................

i wanted to put a reaction image here. but i could not find anything that could express the magnitude of my immense disgust. disappointment. resentment. and unhappiness................

i already posted a lot of my main grievances with it in my lb tag, and thinking abt this case again is just self-inflicting psychic damage so ill keep it short. but man did it suck. cuz currently in life i can only play aa like 2/3 days a week and then its back to 4/5 days of work. i did the first two cases in 3 days, worked for the rest of the week, and came back in anticipation bc the second case left off on such a good note. and then to use my 2 free days on a case this shitty... BROOOOOO FUCK THIS SHIT MAN!!! i spent the following days of work just being PISSED AS HELLLL cuz like i wanted to play a better case but now i could seeth as i worked bc of this SHITTY CASE like not only did it suck but it had to be LONG too. not like final case long but normal case long but ugh it sucked sucked sucked. ive said this before but i get they were trying to make the murder seem like a magic trick that we had to figure out the inner workings of, but like.... it just fucking sucked and wasnt well-executed at all. it didnt help that nearly every character in this case was incredibly grating and annoying and the one bearable character, acro, had to be the killer.. also that fucking ventriloquist like why was he standing around in the second day when there was literally nothing to talk to him about? also why did the ringmaster wear max's fucking clothes like wha..... i dont even care anymoreeeee 😭 ok bye bye im gonna gush about the 4th case in a seperate post now cuz that was the best fucking thing ever!!!!!!

#aa lb