#I STARED AT THIS FOR A GOOD LIKE 5 MINUTES LIKE THERES NO WAY..........................................................

[frostwing213]

So... I've been listening to music from Heathers the Musical for hours now. I love the stupid musical and I've watched it online way to many times.

Anyways, I'm also obsessed with the song "The Ballad of Sara Berry" (To the point where I'm working on and have almost finished a small project where I'm basically turning the story the song tells into an actual written story. It's been really fun.) And I just thought...

What if, a Ballad of Sara Berry musical?

Just imagine...

[the-s1lly-corner]

Various Creepypastas x Reader who sleeps in weird spaces

3/5 of the prizes for @reivelmin !!

Post contains: Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Hoodie, Masky, Ticci Toby, Liu, and Bloody Painter!

I actually dont think I've written for Helen before?? I know I havent written for Liu yet so heres to hoping my takes and hcs are accurate!

EYELESS JACK

When he first catches you in the closet sleeping nearly standing straight up he nearly yelps. You made the stoic eyeless Jack, the man who rarely flinches or jumps at anything, jolt. Naturally he wakes you up and asks why you're in there, but no answer really satisfies him. He tries to drag you to bed and for the night everything is.. normal. But this will be far from the last time he finds you sleeping in an odd place, seemingly unbothered. He eventually asks if theres something going on with you, even dumbly asking if theres something wrong with the bed.. but alas, nothing. You just.. sleep like that.. he often drags you into bed so you dont get sore or fall over

LAUGHING JACK

He thinks you're pranking him, and of course he starts cracking up. He commends you for getting him good, only for his laughter to die down when he realizes that you are in fact asleep while curled in a cabinet. For a moment he thinks you.. died.. or worse was murdered and stuffed into the odd place. He nearly rips you out of the space before you finally crack an eye open. Please dont scare him like that again, he does not take abandonment well even if the scenario is someone possibly dying. Once the shock is over with and he grows more used to it, the humor he originally found in it returns.. it almost turns into a game of where hes going to find you next and what position you're going to be in.. he does not bother to take you to bed and if theres room hes going to squeeze in with you wherever you are

MASKY

Hes probably done that at least once, he sometimes watches you in your sleep on the occasion that you actually fall asleep in a normal place (bed, couch, ect) and he kind of slumps into the corner he was sulking in. Though you... certainly one up him when he catches you sleeping on top of the fridge! If you're in a hard to reach place or really deep into it he leaves you be without attempting to get you out. Eventually he kind of just accepts that this is something you do and completely leaves you alone unless you're in the way of something. More likely to wake you up than moving you out of the way, though... you've probably gotten jumpscared by him simply standing there waiting for you to wake up

HOODIE

Very similar to Masky but I do think Hoodie would take you to bed so you dont get sick (floors are cold, people!) Or getting a knot somewhere in your muscles. Partly because he will likely be too busy with his work to tend to you, partly also because he can be stern when it comes to your health. Theres no ifs ands or buts, hes taking you to bed and hes going to keep you there! Hes a big dude too, he'll hold you in place next to him if he has to

TICCI TOBY

He gets it, honestly. If it's like a security or a comfort thing or just out of impulse he gets it. You might find him sleeping in ungodly positions when he crashes at your place, or sleeping under the bed. He has used a chair as a blanket before. He might feel inclined to try to one up you, actually. All fun and games of course! He also does not carry you to bed, and similar to LJ he might just join you if theres room! Just be warned when sleeping around him he might draw on your face or something.. definitely takes your phone so he can take pictures of you to make fun of you later

LIU

For a minute he doesnt realize exactly what's going on. He might actually pick your stuffed animal up and give it back to you and shut the door of the closet before ripping it open as he stares at you. Gently shakes your shoulder to wake you up, and while he might have to get a little harsh to actually get you awake hes apologizing for waking you up. So so so many questions. Why are you doing that? Why dont you come to bed? Will not take no for an answer. He wants answers, if there are any. After you offer an explanation hes a lot more understanding about it although still very.. confused. Are you not worried about falling over in your sleep? Or even just waking up uncomfortable...? That aside how do you even.. sleep standing up like that, and how long were you like that..? He just.. accepts it

BLOODY PAINTER

Very neutral about it, but he does entertain you with questions when he catches you awake in the morning. It doesnt matter where you sleep, hes not going to disturb you unless you get in his way. But considering hes claimed a corner in your home for himself and his belongings, you don't have to worry about that! Despite claiming to not mind all that much you still seem to wake up in bed despite falling asleep under it. He'll never admit to moving you, but theres no other person who could have done it.. he also wont ever say it but he does sometimes want you to lay next to him

[skullvgirl]

needy!nagi ིྀ | headcannons

incl. nagichi ≧▽≦

warnings: school!au, suggestive, fem reader, fluff ooc ( ? )

an's: idrk if this follows the theme of [ ooc trait x character ] yall, nagi is kinda need no?

needy!nagi who follows you around, everyyyywhere, like theres an invisible leash attached to your hand and his neck, you literally had to force him too leave when he tried following you into the bathroom

needy!nagi who calls for you to do even the littlest things, because somehow you 'do it better' or 'make it look easier'

needy!nagi who forgets all rules physical boundaries when he's near you, who has to hold you always and for as long as possible

needy!nagi who makes the biggest fuss when you have to leave the house without him. even if it's just a 5 minute outting from your house to the store he acts like your moving half way across the world { but you are he'd say }

needynagi who texts you all the time, 24/7 365 days a year is always blowing up your phone asking you and talking about the most redicoulus things

"did you tie your shoes before you went out ?"

"did you make sure too look both ways when crossing the street?"

and don't even get me started on when he's needy, needy

an obnoxious and repetitive beeping sounds on your alarm and you groan, twisting your body uncomfortably in the shared bed sheets before finally turning it off.

"seriously morning already..." you mumbled quietly, the darkness shrouding your thoughts.

i need to get ready for school.

and you did just that. at least you were going to before you realized there was another person in your bed, someone who felt very familiar.

oh no...

"nagi ???" you whisper-yelled it, patting his face lightly and turning the lamp on to get a clear veiw of your boyfriend.

"nagi wake up, your not supposed to be here" you sat up and began shakimg him this time.

nagi only groaned and wrapped his arms around his arms around your waist, nuzzling into the side of your thigh. "shhh, m' tryna sleep"

you shook your head and attempted to unwrap his hands from your body, with much struggle, he was surprising strong for being half asleep.

"nagi stop, nagi it's monday—a school day, you were supposed to be gone last night, why didn't your parents pick you up?"

"didnt tell them too"

"didnt tell them too...whadday mean didn't tell them too—im gonna get in trouble—wait a minute, nagi you didn't..."

"didnt what" his voice unmuffled as he moved his head to rest on your lap, his eyes staring directly at your own.

"you didnt lie to your parents and say you could stay for the whole week...did you?" you cupped his cheeks, studying his expression.

he didn't answer, "kiss me"

"nagi now is not the time—"

"kiss me pretty, please?"

you stared at him for a moment before leaning down, softly pressing your lips on his.

"good now?"

he looked dazed, and he was quiet so long you'd thought he didn't hear you. "almost"

your hands which had previously been rubbing soothing strokes across his face were quickly held behind your back.

he kissed your belly softly, relentlessly pressing butterflies into your body. "nagi that tickles" you giggled, trying to break free from his grasp.

"really? does it?" he murmured, rubbing his nose in the crevasse of your thigh.

"it does, now let go we have to get ready for school before my parents wake up"

he continued nuzzling your body however, then began slowly pushing his other hand against your chest to lean you back.

"i can make you feel alot more than tickling if you let me"

your cheeks felt hot. jeez, what has gotten into him !

"mmh, tempting but we cant and you know that—look it's already 6:09 we gotta g—OH!"

your stentence was cut off by the sensation of nagi feeling you through your shorts. his hands releasing your wrists long ago, he was now tugging at your pj's in hot desperation, probing his nose against your—

"nagi! what are you doing! school remember? we have to be there at 7"

"but do we reallyyyy..." nagi groaned, the vibrations sending shudders up your spine.

"y-yes, really, we have to be there, my parents own this house remember? not me"

"fine, but ill only go under one condition"

you sighed in preparation, for whatever rediculous reason was coming your way.

"and that is?"

"i get to stay over for the rest of the week AND, you sit on this right here..." he pointed too his mouth, and you squeezed your thighs together at the proposition.

"nagi, staying over defeats the purpose of you leaving, a-and i dont think that second option would be good for us either..."

"you wanna test to see?"

"i-i,—test and see what?"

"how bad our second option would be"

"..." he began moving in your silence, flipping your legs over his shoulders and kissing your belly once again.

"i'll take that as a yes"

an's: nagi is needy but somehow this still came out ooc, ( do i consider that a win or what...? )

[333sturns]

strangers to lovers (3)

“ITS CUTE”

with the help of his older brother, nick, matt decides to step out of his comfort zone . . .

warnings: inappropriate language

this chapter was kinda ass but thats ok

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matt blankly stared at his phone screen as if an answer would pop right at him. he let out a sigh before throwing his phone down next to him.

“fuck.”

he hopped onto his feet and hesitatingly walked over to his older brothers room. “nick?” he said, almost at a whisper as he gave the door a gentle knock. nick was quick to open the door with a smile.

“yeahhp?” nick examined matts face before giving him a sign to walk in and sit. shutting the door behind him.

“come in,”

matt walked in and sat onto his bed while he fidgeted with his fingers. he didnt know why it happened to be so difficult for him, but it just was.

“i just—“

“ah let me stop you real quick, is this about that girl? if so, i need to know more about her. i dont even know her name for fucks sake.”

matt smiled awkwardly with that same feeling of his cheeks beginning to burn up again.,he reached over for nicks phone beside him and searched quickly for your instagram.

“thi—mm—this is her.” matt muttered. clearing his throat mid sentence.

nick gave your instagram a few looks here and there, nodding his head in approval. the smile fiercely tugging at the corner of his lips. “oh shes stunning matt!”

“yeah. i know.”

nick sat down next to to matt and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. pulling him into a tight side hug. “what are you so worried about then?” nick watched closely at matts movements, studying them intently.

“i dunno, i just dont know what to say and she’ll probably take advantage of me and i’ll just get all sad after and—! shit-sorry.” he looked over at nick who had a frown plastered all over his face. he then shook his head and comforted matt by rubbing his shoulder gently.

“oh matt.., you never really know what’ll happen until you decide to make the first move. if you really like aaliyah, then dont miss out on this opportunity. just go for it. me and chris will always be here for you; no matter what.”

matt felt the embarrassment completely disappear from his body from nicks affirmation. giving him a sense of the comfort and reassurance that he needed. “i love you, nick.” matt mumbled. “love you too matt.”

after a few minutes of talking, matt gave nick one last hug before he walked back to his room. he gently shut the door on his way in before jumping back onto his bed.

he grabbed his phone and took a deep breath before opening instagram. he searched intensely for your profile and zoned out for a while before hitting the ‘message’ button.

< aaliyah lacerow 📞

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aaliyah lacerow

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Hi aaliyah

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matt smiled to himself to calm down, realizing that theres no going back now. the message was already sent and he’d just look stupid if deleted it.

matt could feel his heart almost pop out of his chest when he saw the chat bubble pop up after what felt like centuries. he waited for your response impatiently as his fingers hovered over his keyboard.

“ohmygodohmygod”

HI??!!

is this real omg

Of course

How are you?

absolutely amazing !!!!!!

because of you

how are you

Im good

Youre quite expressive arent you?

you couldn’t help but blush at matts message. you subconsciously smiled from ear to ear and placed your phone down for a second to try and process everything. squealing out in joy as you were quick to type back,

i guess so

sorryyyy sjdkdjcjd

Dont be, its cute :)

oh my god ?!!?!!

you felt your body heat up in a matter of seconds. having to turn your phone off completely and breathe.

“so this is really happening..!!!”

“my god shes adorable.”

matt chuckled at your response while shutting off his phone. placing it aside on his drawer as he smiled to himself. he felt the nervousness from earlier wash away from his system. now, feeling flustered and queasy.

he finally got one of the difficult parts out of the way, so.. what’ll he do next?

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✉️: @zayluvss @ilusa @faith5drpepper @toooster @ifwdominicfike @marrykisskilled @lvrsturniolo @lormyaaa

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© 333sturns

[ban-al3x]

For the person that requested this:

Sam Zablowski x Cheerleader!reader

Hope this is good!!

Oblivious

"Okay, class, today we will pair up for the upcoming project!" The teacher started as she walked in. Everyone groaned. We just came back from spring break and we're starting projects already? Sam Zablowski's leg started bouncing. He didn't really know anyone in this class. Except for her.

Y/N L/N, one of the prettiest cheerleaders in the school. He's went to every basketball game just to see her there. He knows it might be a bit weird but he couldnt help it. She was just that beautiful.

"Okay, Linda, go with Jimmy, Tina with Brenda, Jenna you're with Chole..." The lovestruck boy zoned out and couldnt bring himself to NOT look at her. "Then theres Sam and Y/N. Alright go take your seats next to your partner and start planning out your presentation."

Did he hear that right? Him and Y/N? She turned back to look at him then gathered all her stuff and made her was over. 'Shit shes coming. Did she see me staring? No no no shit shit.' Sam thought in worry

"Hey! How are you?" she asked, taking the seat next to Sam and pulling out her notebook. "Uhm I'm good..You?" "I'm doing fine!" She smiled. "Okay so we only have a bit of time left for the period, so I was wondering if you wanted to work on this after-school? We can go to my place?" The oblivious girl offered.

"Sure." "Cool! So what do you think we should do for the project?" As the two teens discussed the topic, the bell rang. "I'll see you after school Sam! Meet me at the bike racks. Bye!" Y/N smiled as she headed to her next class. God he couldnt get enough of her.

♡ Timeskip:) ♡

As Y/N sat there, waiting for Sam to arrive, she was thinking if she should confess at her house or not. The girl was nervous. Very nervous. Finally Y/N saw him making his way to her. She got up and greeted him with a smile, "Hey. How was classes?" 'How was classes oh my gosh y/n be cool.' She thought.

"They were okay, I guess" He said. "Okay, well the walk to my house is like 5 minutes, so let's go." Y/N said as she nodded her head in the direction her house was. "Alright." He spoke quietly as he walked along side Y/N

When they got to Y/N's house, said hi to siblings and entered her room, Sam couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to kiss her. Like he should just man up and confess, right?

"You can sit down anywhere, just make yourself comfortable," Y/N said as she took off her jacket and hung it. "If you're hungry or thirsty, let me know, I have some snacks and drinks. Oh, and the restrooms right behind you!" "T-thanks" He was able to get out.

"Okay so I was thinking we should get a poster and decorate it with..." Her voice faded out as Sam admired her. To him, she was perfect. How could she not be? She's pretty, kind, respectful, she's a cheerleader.

That's the reason why he thinks she doesn't like him. She's a cheerleader. She has many other guys wanting to date her. It's possible she could like one of them. Not Sam. He's just there. He's not really special. I mean he's in band. That's really it though. And-

"Sam! Are you even listening?" "Huh, oh yea sorry." "Dude are you okay? You seem to be out of it. And your face is pink. C'mere" Y/N brought Sam closer to her and she laid her hand on his forehead. "I mean, your warm." "I-I'm fine! Don't worry about me." "Are you sure?" She asked Leaning in closer. "Yeah I'm okay"

"Can I tell you something?" Sam muttered as she backed away. "Yea, you can tell me anything." "Ummm, " Oh my gosh, was he really gonna do this? Now? "I like you..." he whispered, finding the floor more interesting now. "What?" "I like you, Y/N.." he said a bit, louder. "And it's fine if you don't like me back, I just think you're really cool an-" Sam was cut off by a pair of lips on his. He was surprised but kissed back and slowly smiled into it.

"I like you too, dummy.", Y/N said as she pulled away. "I have since last year if I'm being honest." Sam looked at her truly surprised. "Really?" "Yea, I just thought you were really cute and shit." Sam blushed and asked, "Can I kiss you again?." Y/N smiled softly. "Well I kissed you but yea, you can."

Word count:761

Published: 04-04-23

[myshitaccount]

City Girl Rescue

(a/n: so basically reader is jackie but w “y/n” and reader isnt down bad for cole. Enjoy 🫶🏻 also i have a good pt 2 in my head so lmkk if anyone wants that eventhough ill prob write one anyway cuz i am down bad for this man 💋 cole aint got nothing on him)

My Life With the Walter Boys

Alex Walter x reader

plot: reader gets lost during walk during thanksgiving drama, but of course everything goes wrong. (same plot as in the show but i tweaked it)

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Goosebumps, annoying, airpods in. It’s hard to ignore the persistent drama of the Walter house. Especially the drama between, my boyfriend, Alex and, his older brother, Cole. Not to mention the glances Cole keeps throwing at me.

It gets harder to ignore when the glances become stares. Words shared between us also prove his infatuation. I’m not tryna be another paige, so I hope Alex hasn’t noticed.

I glance down at my phone to check the time. 5? I left at 2! I quickly open the maps app to figure out the way home, but the signal isn’t strong enough. Well it couldn’t get anyworse! I eat my words as sounds signaling thunder and a cold storm fill the sky.

Anxiety truly begins to set in. I slid down one the tree ive posted up next to and scramble to call Katherine. I let it ring until im met with her voicemail. I instantly recall that the surprise party for Nathans return from the hospital is right now, no no no! The fear that they wont notice my absence worsens my anxiety. Next I, more frantically, called Alex.

If he doesnt pick up…

“Hey Y/n where are you?”

I breathe for the first time in what felt like minutes..

Now i must confess the deeply embarrassing truth, “Alex, I’m ummm, I’m lost- I was going for a walk and I-I don’t know and I don’t know what to do.”

In the mere moments that I’ve been crouched by the tree the sky has darkened and rain drops have begun. As I word vomit to Alex I can’t stop the breathe catching sobs that quickly take over my overwhelmed state. “Alex- I don’t know what to do”

“Hey. Y/n i need you to take a few deep breaths ok sweetheart” I close my eyes and listen to his voice, “Do you have any idea where you are baby?” I sniffle a response together, “No, theres trees.. a lot of trees and there was a path of sand tint gravel, but it’s gone and theres a hill too.” “Okay baby I know where you are I’ll be there as fast as I can-stay on the phone with me alright?”

The rain is now heavy without any escape and the thunder and lightning fill the sky. Yet, his voice has somehow soothed me. I glance down at my screen for the first time in a while; which is now dusted with raindrops, “Alex, my phone its about to die-“

Dead. And now I’m alone again in the wild and freezing temperatures. My shirt sticks to my skin soaked completely as well as my jeans that weigh me down with the amount of water intake. All I can do now is wait.

-

I don’t know how much time has passed at this point. Definitely not as much as it feels. I’m scary cold, my body is becoming numb, and I’m tired. super tired.

My shut eyes spring open by the new noise of twigs snapping. “Y/N! Y/N!”

My heart swells- its Alex! His voice sounds harsh like hes been yelling for a while, “ALEX! I’m right here!”

I try to rise from my position underneath the tree but i fall flat on my hands and knees. It’s so dark at this point that I can only see the distant light that Alex carries with him.

It moves erratically and is accompanied by sounds evoked by Alex’s running through the muddied forest.

He is quickly in-front of me discarding his layers. As soon as his hoodie, jean jacket, and raincoat is off of him he is dressing me with urgent yet noticeably delicate movements. “How do you feel Y/n?” He speaks pulling the hood over my head, before he puts his beanie on my head I grab his hand and look him in the eyes, “Alex- I’m ok, leave the beanie just get us out of here, please,” Without skipping a beat I’m scooped up and whisked away cradled in his arms to the family’s good-ole chariot. The beat of his heart and strong arms, definitely from all the farm labour, calm me.

He sets me with the same delicate actions into the passenger seat. My shivering has slowed and before he can turn away I grab him by the back of his neck with both hands and kiss him. His body leans into the car; one hand is around my waist while his other is on the dash securing himself. Our wet lips crash against one another’s and we both quickly become panting messes.

I pull away and his own face follows mine keeping us an inch apart. “Thank you Alex- I’ve never… been lost like that,” He grins that smile that brings warmth to my cheeks and butterflies into my stomach, “Ofcourse you haven’t- ye’arent used to having forests to get lost in city girl.”

[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 6

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eddie munson absolutely has an ass. it’s small, but it’s there. robin owes him 5 bucks.

steve knows it exists because he’s staring at it. right now. has been for the past five minutes. from his slouched position on eddies bed. 

eddie seems resolute in staying as far away from steve as possible, like that raccoon he saw by the dumpster last week, all on edge, with little hands.

he's talking though, one of those rambling eddie speeches. he used to half listen to them in high school. half listen to the cute angry dork across the lunch room. look how far they’ve come hey? who woulda thought? 

‘you’ve been quiet for too long, i’m getting worried’ eddie says going for light but he sounds really nervous. steve is in half a mind to look behind him, see if theres some entity in the room thats causing it. surely it can’t be steve?  

‘oh? don’t mind me just enjoying the view, carry on with your tinkering’ 

eddie rolls his eyes but stops messing with the buttons on his tape player. finally letting the judas priest album play at low volume. ‘ugh, i’m not tinkering’ he crosses his arms. stubborn sassy fucker. 

‘what are you doing then? come over here.’ steve holds a hand out, wants eddie to sit near him again, close, like they are in his car. 

‘no, ah, nah. um, i’m good. i’m ye i’m, good over here.’ eddie leans an elbow on the dresser and leans into one hip. the epitome of uncomfortable 

steve snorts, flaps his hand to gesture eddie forward. ‘come ooooon man. what are you so afraid of?’ 

that snaps eddie out of it. 

he huffs and throws his arms up, all lanky limbs and pointy elbows. ‘because i’ve never fucking done anything like this before man!’

steve is a little spooked honestly, thought they were nearing the same page since eddie invited him inside and all. ‘anything like what?’ he just wants them to sit next to each other…

maybe hold hands. 

‘you know steve. come on! we’ve been, like, flirting or whatever and that leads to.. stuff!’

oh sweet relief. verbal confirmation of eddie knowingly sending steve insane. ‘thank god! i knew you were flirting back! but you kept running away!’ now steve has his hands up too. but also silently sending out a quick one the the big guy upstairs, nothin better then the people he likes liking him back. 

‘yeah because you’re you! and i’ve never done it before! never done anything!’ hands akimbo once again. like a little flappy bat. the cute kind, not demo. obviously, yeesh. 

steve can’t help but shrug. relaxing back onto the bed. that’s all? they could’ve been holding hand for weeks! ‘that’s okay, i don’t care’

‘well i do!’ eddies cheeks are a little blotchy and his eyebrows are scrunched. he’s so frustrated. it’s cute but voicing that thought probably isn’t going to help the situation right now. we’ll pin it “tell eddie he’s cute after freak out.” yeah, good. 

‘ok. i mean all you need to do is say if you don’t like something, then we do some thing else.’ it’s simple, always is. yet everyone seems to get so weird about it. 

‘but, ugh. but, what if you touch me and realise you don’t actually like me.’ eddie says and looks a lot less frustrated now and a lot more just pouty. steve can work with that. 

‘i doubt that so much. you’re hot eddie.’

eddie gapes at him, but again he’s a stubborn fucker. ‘what if i’m really bad at kissing, get spit all over your face.’

‘hot.’ steve shrugs again. and he’ll keep shrugging. shrug eddie into getting how utterly chill them making out could be. 

‘what if i sit in your stupid lap and bust in like 5 second huh? that really the kind of guy you want?’

‘sure, sounds hot.’

‘jesus you’re so annoying.’

but he’s smiling. 

steve smiles back. ‘will you come here now? i wanna hold your fucking hand.’ 

eddie pulls a strand of hair over his mouth. so shy! about holding hands! steve’s going to eat him whole! 

‘careful stevie or i might start thinking you’re desperate.’ eddies grinning, in that sharp jaw all teeth way. brat.

‘and what if i was huh? hm? what you gonna do about it mun-son?’

steve stretches out on the bed, settling his hands behind his head. feels his shirt ruck up and he shifts so his jeans slip down and little. waistband of his boxers absolutely on display, along with a little peek of hipbone and happy trail. 

eddie goes bright pink and cherry sweet again. 

‘come hold my hand ed’s. pretty please?’ 

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 3 (eddie) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 7 (eddie)

gonna go for one more part besties then we might be done

<|:0)c

sry if i missed on tagging anyone too mwah

[ka0ila]

| Smoke Break

warnings - depression, smoking, angst, hurt, argument, sensitive topics, suicide attempt(lmk if theres more)

summary - you and seungmin had a messy argument, you thought you’d just take a small smoke break, but was it just a smoke break?

pairing - roommate!seungmin x depressed!reader

• m.list

© Ka0ila 2023 — all rights reserved. i do not allow translations, or any kind of distribution on other platforms. this is my only account.

i tried. i really, really tried.

i really tried to be better, not for me but for him.

i really tried believing everything will be merry if i just worked hard, i did.

but i’m breaking, breaking down pieces by pieces each day, hurting everyone around me, looking at all the disappointed faces.

i really tried, really tried be someone he’d want.

someone mature, successful, peaceful to be with.

but me? i’m depressed, struggling, and draining to be with.

he left 5 days ago for his business trip to Paris, leaving the house to me. i came back from work the day before he’s gonna arrive and find a messy apartment to myself. i sigh keeping my bag putting my hands on my face huffing.

i need to clean this, i can’t give him more reasons to hate me.

i had really fallen in love, but i know if i ever end up having him, i’ll completely ruin him. i can’t have anyone stay, i have no promises to make, i can’t even promise myself.

i pick up the pair of socks on the ground, followed by my old shirt and slowly steadily started cleaning the place.

i never really smoke at him, i don’t want him to know i smoke, it’s disgusting, but i’m so into it i can’t get out. a small smoke break won’t hurt? right?

i made my way to the balcony, mesmerised by the beauty of the skyscrapers and apartments. i always found myself coming back to new york. always. for some reason i always end up here, and i don’t hate it. i love this city truly, but i hate the memories attached to it. looking at a couple walking down the road i take a puff.

A second one wouldn’t hurt right? second became third, third became fourth, fourth became fifth, there was nothing to stop me, nobody to care for, no fear to get caught, then why stop?

“(y/n)?” i flinched, seungmin? but he wasn’t coming till tomorrow?

i hurriedly throw my cigarette out,

“seungmin? you’re early.” i try to act normal as a puff came out of my mouth.

“you’re smoking?” he frowned, it felt as if he was taunting. i didn’t say anything, words betrayed me, i stood there still.

“do whatever but not in my apartment.” he said scoffing. why was he being so mean? oh so he didn’t care at all? his apartment?

it hurt my ego, and i let it get the best of me.

“your apartment seungmin? where you are rarely in? sure. I will smoke wherever i want seungmin” i mock. he was staring at me, disappointed?

“i have work (y/n) , not like you— fuck why am i even arguing with you? you’re just an useless roommate who can’t keep the apartment clean for 5 fucking days or have the decency to not smoke in the apartment.” he leaves.

i stare, stare and stare blanky. i freeze at his words, but i was really trying, i really was. i stood still, processing.

i felt something on my hand, water? was i crying?

i slowly walk towards my room’s bathroom, a cold shower bath would really help right now.

as i was laying in the bathtub, i go down and down, slowly, and i didn’t protest, i let it happen, i look at the ceiling, did i really want this? to live like this? fake hopes? pain? temporary happiness?

i said alot to her, i couldve handled it differently, fuck. i heard her open her room’s door, i saw her walk into the bathroom through the door creak. i should probably give her some space, fuck i felt guilty. i knew she wasn’t doing good lately and used it against her? thats not who i am i wanted to look upto me, to be safe with me.

time passed, i was growing anxious, was isn’t she coming out? it’s been 45 minutes, it’s worrying me. she always took quick baths, why is she still there. something inside me, an instinct, a voice forced me to go into the bathroom, it told me something’s wrong, i knew it.

“(y/n)? (Y/N)” she was deep inside the water, eyes closed, fuck fuck, hearing my voice she got up gasping for air.

she tried.. drowning herself?

“what the fuck are you doing?” i put my hand on her back to support her get up, she was crying, her eyes were red,

“i swear it wasn’t intentional i couldn’t.. i couldn’t stop it seungmin, i swear please” she was holding my hands, begging, whimpering and crying,

my eyes fall on her dark circles, then her sad eyes, then her dry lips, she lost weight? how did i never notice?

“it’s okay, it’s okay i’m here baby, it’s okay”

i pat her head slowly taking her in my embrace, kissing her forehead time to time, “it’s okay, i’m not mad, i know you didn’t mean it, you’ll be okay”

“let’s get you out of here, hm? let’s get you on the bed”

she looked so tired, so weak.

i pick her up and lay her down on her bed, dressing her up in fresh clothes. I lay beside her, gently caressing her forehead and hair, looking at her sleeping face. i place a small kiss on her nose,

“i love you seungmin” she mumbled in her sleep as she nuzzles into my neck,

“i’ve always loved you (y/n)” i said as i rest my chin on top of her head, soothing her hair.

posted after a while haha, felt like writing, getting it out lol, sort of a rant—? hehe.

likes & reposts are appreciated <33

[love-anddeepression]

Haven't I-5

a/n :this is honestly a filler, but it's full of emotions and sadness and im actually really happy with how this came out<3 im so sorry it took literally two weeks but theres a lotta shit going on rn but thank you all so much for your comments and support i love all of you<33 Part 4-

When you’d  fallen under, Joel felt a fear he’d only felt a few times in his life. And the fact that it was for you frightened him. This was why Tommy should have come.

But why over you?  Was it because you reminded him of his girasol? Or was it because despite the arguments and the petty fights and horrible singing, he’d grown to care for you? It didn’t make sense, he’d met you two days ago, and one of the first things you’d done was argue with him.

You remind him of her. He couldn’t deny that. Your hair, the way you carried yourself. Your humour. Your eyes.

You shivered against him and his heart twisted as he felt your limbs shake. He held you tighter and reassured you. Ignoring the fact that there was a small chance you might not make it. You had spent quite a while in the water because he’d been searching for a way to get you out.

He didn’t want to think about you dying, Why? His heart screamed. Why do you care?

He didn’t need another failure on his hands. That was it.

His fingers that were splayed across your back felt a ridge? Or a bump. A tattoo. His fingers traced its shape.

Was this creepy? He slowly raised his head but you shifted and he jolted backwards. Creep.

“You okay?” your hoarse voice whispers. Shit she’s awake. 

He just grunted in reply.

“Joel, you need sleep.” he can feel her lips moving over his shoulder.

“I’m not sleepy just yet, Mitch.”

“All that talk and you’ll drop off like the old man you are in five minutes.” you chuckle slowly.

“Shut up and sleep, jeez.” he hugs you tighter. Because it’s cold.

It’s freezing and he doesn’t want you to die because he doesn’t need more guilt because he’s got enough on his hands.

He thinks of Amy. Of her lovely brown hair and forest eyes that stare into the depths of his soul. He thinks of her rare smile and how she has no qualms with being ruthless. He thinks of how her voice is harsh and her glare is sharp, cutting. He thinks of Ellie. Sweet Ellie who’s become like his daughter. He huffs out a quiet laugh because Ellie is not sweet. She is thunder and rain. She is everything good and right and yet a powerful firecracker. 

He knows they’re okay. He trusts Amy to take care of both herself and Ellie. But he needs to see it, because when he’s left to his own imagination, all he sees is death.

He needs you to be okay, because if you’re okay, then you’ll be able to take him to where his family is. To the people he loves.

He’s so lost in his thought he doesn’t notice his finger has been tracing the tattoo on your back and he stops as soon as he realizes. Idiot.

In a moment of insanity, he begins to hum. It’s a happy tune and he can feel your smile. It’s no Hank Williams or Johnny Cash. It’s a cheesy song that Sarah’s favourite band released.The very one she’d play non-stop so it got ingrained in his brain.

“Feel this love, my angel?” you ask him and his eyebrows shoot up.

“You know the stupid band?”

You nod, “Someone I knew loved the band. She’d play it everyday.”

There’s silence after that, and the only sound is the crackle of fire and the wind outside.

And then your croaky, hoarse voice rings out, “You��are, my fire.”

He groans, “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

“The one…desire.. Humour me Miller.”

For a moment he contemplates covering your mouth so you shut up but he just sighs, “....Believe.” his voice cracks and you stifle a laugh, “Shush.”

He clears his throat, “..Believe when I say-”

“I want it that way.” you finish in unison.

“Now shut up and sleep, Mitch.” he says

“You go to sleep, Miller.”

The hours go by as you both snark each other and try to ignore the looming presence of possible death, you talk until you fall asleep from exhaustion.

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When the sun sets and it is night, you raise your head to look at Joel’s sleeping figure. This is creepy. 

You can feel the sunflower tattoo on his upper back. He’d gotten it for you and you’d gotten a guitar tattooed for him. His eyes flutter beneath his eyelids and he’s murmuring in his sleep. It’s something he’d done ever since the outbreak started. Your eyes roam his face and take in everything that has changed, and everything that remained. His full lips are chapped and his beard is still patchy. His brown hair had greyed over the years and it suited him. His fingers still twitched when he slept and he snored softly.

You drop your head and grit your teeth. After years of people gawking at your face, you scars didn’t faze you anymore. But now, you wish the face he looked at wasn’t the disfigured abomination that scared the shit out of little children. You wish your face was what it was before, the one that Joel had fallen in love with.

Years of building a wall around yourself proved useless because now you were just the foolish, insecure girl who still had hope. At this moment, you were not Mitch. You were not the woman behind the mask that the people in Jackson looked up to. You were sweet little girasol. Sunflower. The sweet girl who trusted too easily and wasn’t capable of shutting the fuck up. Joel always brought out that side of you because that was who he had fallen in love with. You felt stupid and pathetic because all that girl longed for was to be noticed, loved. To be someone’s first choice. She wanted her family and peace. She wanted to waltz with her husband and sing along to atrocious music with her daughter. She wanted heart wrenching arguments that ended in mumbled apologies and frantic kisses. She wanted to comfort her daughter and do her makeup.

You clench your jaw. That girl was the one who would get left behind if there was a crisis. She wasn’t fast enough. That girl was the one who people took advantage of. You were that girl no longer.

“You hungry?” Joel’s voice pulls out of your thoughts and you look up to find him staring at you.

You start to shake your head but your stomach grumbles and he chuckles, “I found canned food in the kitchen.”

“I know, Miller. I put them there. Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

As he rolls onto his back and sits up, you can see the tattoo. Yellow and brown etched onto his skin. It was a mutual gift for each other on your fifth wedding anniversary.

“Can you hand me my shirt?” you ask him.

“He reaches over and pats the grey fabric, “It’s still a bit damp. Here take this.” He gives you his brown coat. As you put the jacket on  and try and tame your hair, he wears his shirt and jeans and then heads to the kitchen. Leaving you alone and draped in his jacket.

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“So, what was your life like?” you ask him, because you can’t help yourself. You shove a forkful of whatever is on the plate into your mouth.

He freezes mid-chew and you resist the urge to look away. But you keep looking at him, no mask on, practically naked. Eating dinner made by his careful hands.

With a gulp he answers, “Content. Happy, I’d say. I was a contractor.” he pauses and rubs his left hand, “I..had a family.”

You hum in reply, “Were you still as grumpy as you are now?”

It shocks you to see a small lazy grin form on his face, “Sometimes, but my lady always made me feel better.”

You raise an eyebrow, and he stutters, “N-No I mean, not like that.”

If your memory serves you right, sometimes it was like that. 

“Forgive me, but I find it hard to believe you were married.” you’re being stupid. You’re riling him up. It’s foolish and immature.

His lips quirk up. It’s unnerving, “For a long time, I couldn’t believe it myself. But she and my daughter were my whole world.”

You knew better than to ask about Sarah, so you just smiled, “They seem nice.”

You fully expect him to flinch or turn away when you smile because it looks like a grimace. Many people did. 

He does nothing, only placing his plate on the table. It doesn’t faze him.

“Most people look away.” you tell him.

His eyes bore into your own, “I’m not most people.”

The silence is calming yet deafening. He’s so close yet so far away and all you have to do is tell him your name. All you have to do is turn around and take the jacket off and he’ll know.

He breaks the silence, “We’ll leave tomorrow morning, I reckon your clothes have already dried by now. That is, if you’re okay with me calling a few shots?” 

You snort, “Sure, Miller.”

He nod, “Alright, Mitch.”

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[demoniccak-e]

OKAY OKAY HEAR MR OUT WITH THE JOB MINISODE.

no i don't know anything about bibical era stuff but i decided to shoot my best shot with my good old friends wikipedia, google and the depths of tumblr

soso, basically what if it's like the time with the antichrist where they're supposed to work together against each other (might make no sense but it does to me bare w/ me please) but it's literally with like the archangels involved and the cause i know damn well in that new aziraphale poster that in NOT THE PRE-FALL CROWLEY that is GABIREL because LOOK AT AZIRAPHALES CLOTHES. (js a lil nudge to the people who keep sayin that theres prefall crowley with pretty aziraphale we will get that it's just not that part)

so, like i know (i think i know) that job is being tested by heaven and hell about his like goodness or something because hell made a deal with god saying that "oh mayb it's becaus his life is grate so likw what if we just make it even WORSE to test his uh loyalti to god!11!" then heaven was like "Absolutely." AND THEN AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY ARE ASSIGN D TO BE THERE AND DO STUFF

ok but theres more bc after some very close speculation by not me™ the photo where they're sitting together by the edge of the ocean in the background theres a rainbow and im literally using aziraphales magnifying glass to see that but ITS THERW so like ik (i can only say i think ik so many times to just assume at this point) that it's after noahs arc. what i ALSO KNOW is that some of jobs children were going to die/did die (man idk at this point the bible has too many plot points to follow :(( (also never read the bible in my entire existenc)) what i ALSOALSO know is that crowley is not very keen on killing kids.

so my guess is that theres going to be like a little thing where like idk aziraphale heard something and was like "oh dear, that's what crowley's doing?" and then goes to him and is like "PLEASE I KNOW WHO YOU ARE YOU WOULDN'T DO THIS" and then crowley's gotta keep up with his swag idc style so he doesn't really imply what he plans on doing but like he saves the children or something I DONT KNOW

but what could also happen is that crowley asks for help from aziraphale but also knowing crowley AT THAT TIME (literally based on like 5 minutes of seeing him at those times) would not ask aziraphale to help (at least not directly?)

anyways

skipping over back to that rock scene is likw i think that scene is what happens but based on what i looked up, all of jobs kids are dead but also knowing neil gaiman he might switch that up or somehting cause like cmon it's neil gaiman

that rock scene it literally could be like a chaotic scene but like ITS THAT RAINBOW MAN THEIR SITTING ON A ROCK. THEY'RE SITTING AND THEY'RE STARING AT THE OCEAN AND LIKE WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING ONE OF THEM COULD BE CRYING LAUGHING SMILING AT THE SEA OR THEY COULD BE SITTING IN SILENCE OR IT COULD BE A HEARTFELT MOMENT BETWEEN THE TWO IDK BUT I JUST KNOW THAT THAT PART IS EITHER GOING TO WRENCH MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST AND HURT OR IT'S GOING TO START TO REACH FOR MY HEART BUT THEN INSTEAD JUST GIVE A HUG AND MAKE ME START SOBBING. EITHER WAY ly neil u silly lil goof

[glacierbash]

ok i'll bite. who is gecko kenshi, why is she so cool, and why does she sit Like That?

The worms are flying OUT of this can. Gecko Kenshi time.

I started this Kenshi run ~6 months ago, where it was originally just Truth the bug guy. Gecko was the very first person I recruited. I went into a little outpost, talked to her, and she threatened to pull her pants down. I knew I needed her in my party now, so I ran around for 30 minutes to get enough money to recruit her.

Gecko is not martially skilled. She’s not a very good fighter. She can defend herself with a weapon, but that’s about it. What Gecko is, however, is STRONG. Specifically, Gecko is strong enough to carry a person without suffering a major speed loss. Situation 1 in which rhis was helpful: one hour after opening up the save again for the first time in months, I fuck up an assassination attempt and suddenly we’re being fought by two guys much stronger than us at fighting. Even though I have a party of 3, it’s bad. We win, but barely, and we just barely escape the city. Gecko collapses into the dying state, and Truth goes into a coma. It’s Spade (the third Kenshi freak) who saves both of them from bleeding out, but Spade no longer has a working right leg!! So she can no longer stand!!! After about 5 IRL minutes of terrified waiting, Gecko rises and I know what must be done.

I have Gecko pick up Truth and hide him, then I have her carry Spade and run until we find a place selling prosthetic limbs. Gecko carries Spade through a jungle raining acid, avoiding wildlife that can and would kill and eat them, all while Gecko is malnourished and starting to starve. She is still running at 20 MPH consistently. That is not a sprint. That is her jog. She carries Gecko into a town, buys her a leg, but—you can’t amputate in this game! You can’t just cut off limbs! So, the next best thing: have Gecko carry Spade over to a river of acid, so Spade can swim in it until her leg falls off, and then replace it with the prosthetic. It works!! And now Spade’s alive and well!

Second situation in which Gecko being strong and fast saves the day. My team needs a backpack, bad. Specifically to train their strength, but they need it. On my way to a shop that should sell some, however, I see a battle happening in the distance. It resolves before I reach it, but out charges the “Hungry Bandits,” the weakest faction in game. They will do nothing but rob you of your food. But, I’m carrying thousands of the in-game currently, cats, in food! And I know we’ll lose! Rather than run, however, I have EVERYBODY throw all their food into Gecko’s inventory, who takes off running and doesn’t look back. She far outpaces the bandit that follows after her, leading him to his tragic end at the point of a town guard’s blade.

Gecko returns to find the party bloody and knocked out, but alive. She heals them up, but just as the party goes to continue onwards, MORE bandits of a stronger faction spill out and attack the starving bandits, an all out bandit war where both of them agree they want to kill, or at least incapacitate, us. Gecko is the hero, but not by her fighting prowess or her bravery. Gecko runs, and fast. Once again, she grabs the town guard, who sprint out to put an end to this fighting. Gecko hides in the distance, staring at the carnage until it dies down, noticing that all three of her companions are in a recovery coma.

So, knowing that there’s sure to be more bandits in this little crossroad, Gecko goes and picks up one of the party members (a new recruit named Ruka), and carries her in town, and into a bed, which speeds up recovery by 8x. She goes and grabs Spade, healing her from the dying state before putting her, too, into a bed. All that leaves is Truth, but Gecko sees something terrible as she approaches: Slavers, approaching him. If they grabbed Truth, thered be almost no way to get him back, save for getting strong enough to raid the camp. The slavers could knock her out easily, but she wasn’t about to abandon her captain.

She charges in, picking up Truth, and just as the slavers point her out, she’s sprinting away. 20 MPH. She outruns even their fastest footsoldier, and they give up chase just as Gecko makes it into the third and final bed, putting Truth in before she stumbles downstairs to the bar, and orders herself a drink.

You see, Gecko sits like that because her back hurts from carrying the party. Truth may be the first character I made for this save, but Gecko is becoming my favorite. She’s a hero when she doesn’t wanna be. She’s survived being chased by an entire horde of bandits, getting shot in the head, and survived. She’s TWICE gotten people prosthetic limbs because Truth ALSO lost his leg, and she carried him. She’s the hero. She’s MY hero.

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

hi hello heres the some guy beating up some robot you ordered

(to be clear im basing most my fnaf game knowledge on ucn and my punchout knowledge on wii, cause like those are the only ones ive played)

so like in total the fight would involve freddy, foxy, marionnete, all the balloon children (including the lil uh oh how un fortunate bitch >:3 ),

the fight itself you would be boxing good ol normal freddy however he would have a bunch of paraphernalia on him, specifically: a thingy on the left side of his hat with a music box, his hat which if punched enough can come off and reveal some small child, and a vent on his right "abdomen" from which many things can pop out of.

fnaf in general is like about "resource" management in the sense that the resources are how pissed the various robots are so that would be translated over to this by way of punching different spots depending on whats necessary at the time.

now in punchout, hitting the head during stun is generally simply better as it does more damage. however, there exists the hat of many small fellows, and like every 5 head taps theres a "chance" (probably a preset order) of either bb, jj, or the uh oh how unfortunate one. bb does a real quick slap that cuts your stamina (the heart meter) in half. like does Current-(Total*.5), so like if the total was 8 it takes 4 no matter how much u have. this in fact could just fuck you over at a bad time, as bb is want to do. jj apparently does precisely nothing in fnaf 2 after some quick research, so she also does nothing but pop out and idk be silly. and little miss unfortunate circumstances could maybe sing her lil song and like randomly lower one of the other "timers" a chunk.

ok so punchout is one of those probably few wii games that avoided mandatory pointer/motion stuff but i cannot think of a better way to implement this one idea so: there would be a decent bit of downtime between attacks where you're not able to hit fred but he aint attacking you and this would be when you're supposed to flick the wiimote into pointing at the background, specifically a wheres waldo ass thing about "staring" at foxy for a brief moment to keep them at bay (relatively simple as its a large fox robot in a sea of faceless grey silhouettes), and if you dont for long enough they do the funny skedaddle into a big ol uppercut or whatever, which would just instatly ko you. altho it would have a big ol tell of fred stepping aside for a second and the loud stomping naturally, so you could just skip this and play as normal, simply dodging or perhaps punching back, which would do damage to fred cause you earned that if so. (im thinking you'd just be knocking foxy back into him)

the music box side is relatively simple, over the course of the match it visibly unwinds and you have to hit it to keep it wound up or suddenly marionette headbutt. probably 3 punches would keep it fully wound. the box's music would be like wound into the fight song but then slowly quiet down as its winding off, and eventually the lil jack in the box "last seconds!!!" thing would play too, and that would "force" him to do some attack if hes in neutral. you better get that stun real quick tho lmao.

power: thats a very core emchanic in fnaf, and i have 2 ideas for how it could be mixed in here, a: it be tied to that heart energy number of mac's that makes you tired when it hits zero and cant punch no more, however this feels kinda bs and like just not balanced, like punch out is not the type of game to have a kick u while ur down mechanic u feel me b, a much better idea in my book: the stage/ring has power. for this to make sense it would be taking place in more of like a garage or smth, crowd could still be there but like its less of an official thing. this would actually incentivise ending the fight quickly more than just for cool points. it would nt like charge back between rounds, and for actual numbers, lets say like 5 minutes 30 "seconds "of total power. thats a bit over half of the total possible roundtime and feels decently accurate to the like "win before this or you Perish" angle. running out of power would, first of all, turn off the lights ofc. at this point its dark and shit, you can only see glowy eyes and the power bar, rest is just a shadowy figure. punches of all sorts are faster, foxy is agitated quicker, music box timer is shorter, and just all around not very good to be here.

idk fully abt this idea but also maybe a star punch could just wind back all timers regardless of where they are including foxy (except the power ofc), and the t3 just fully resets em. if you hit it, of course

thats abt all i can think of that would fit without it being too overwhelming.

also fun fact your actual blog "website" has an ask box text limit that is barely over one paragraph

im so sorry for taking so long to respond to this but OUGH this is so clever. first off the inclusion of the wiimote pointer mechanics into the wheres-waldo foxy quicktime event is SO clever. i love that. also the power. thats so tense. i'd love to see all of the youtubers doing challenges specifically based on beating ol' fred only during the power outage as well

[myevanlydaddy]

Melting part 2

Kit Walker × Reader

Authors note: im so sorry it's been a couple weeks guys. my mental health was NOT good. here's part 2! happy late Thanksgiving!!

Warnings: smut, language, mentions of not believing women, mentions of electro therapy, feel free to let me know what else i need to add!

Five days have passed since I met Kit at Briarcliff Manor, though it feels like I've known him for years. And the days seem so much longer as I dread this unethical electro therapy Sister Jude requests for me.

"That's terrible and inhumane!" Kit exclaimed as I crumpled the paper cup once filled with water he graciously handed me after my little breakdown. He looked furious, "Why? How can they do this?"

I swallowed a big lump in my throat, "My husband, who admitted me here, gave permission and Sister Jude was very pleased with it."

"What? Why would yah husband do that to you?"

I swallowed another lump but this time it didn't disappear and tears streamed down my face. "I caught my husband cheating on me and I refused to sleep with him for some time. He didn't know I saw him though, until I decided to tell him I wanted a divorce. That was the night he dropped me off here. I thought he was taking me to my parents like he said he was."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." His sincere tone mixed with his Boston accent somehow made him more sexier. He cupped his right hand over my left cheek and used his thumb to wipe away my tear. "I've found a way out of here. When the time's right, I'm running, and you're comin' with."

After that, we spent every minute we could together. Telling eachother about ourselves, talking about our lives outside of the asylum, what the future would hopefully be like, and, most importantly, the plan to escape.

"Theres these tunnels that leads to the outside. No one knows about them."

I looked at Kit suspiciously, "And how do you know about them?"

"My friend Lana," he sighed, "we tried to escape one time but it didn't go as planned." Kit looked at the floor as if he regrets something. "I don't know where she is. I think she somehow got out. I hope so, I hope she's safe."

I gave him a sympathetic look, taking his hand in mine and gently squeezing, letting him know I'm here for him.

The plan was, when the time was right, Kit would turn off the music that was always playing in the day room. Some French song that repeated over and over. We don't really understand why that one song was so important, just that he, and even I, were warned not to touch it, that it would cause a problem. Luckily it'll give us a chance to run, and luck was the only thing we had.

We were working in the kitchen today, I was dealing with rolling out dough with Kit on the opposite side of me kneading it. "5 minutes till' the shift is ova'. You ready to do this?" He whispered with his eyes glued on the dough.

I looked up at him surprised, "Tonight?"

"Yeah." His fingers looked so perfect working on the dough, I couldn't help but fixate. "Everyone is excited about work being done that they will be off the walls, on top of the music, hopefully that'll be ou' way out."

My eyes lingered on him, "Okay, yeah, that makes sense. I'm ready."

Kit must have felt me staring, he took his eyes off his work and gave me a teasing smirk and then back down. All in a blink of an eye. "You know, we shouldn't draw attention to ourselves." I immediately looked back down and continued rolling out the dough, heat rising in my cheeks. "We should keep ou' distance in the day room, can you do that fah me, doll?"

Millions of butterflies entered my stomach while I managed out a quiet little "Uh".

Before I could actually respond, he added, "Don't worry about the music either, I got that unda' control."

A guard scared me out of my thoughts, "Alright, works over, clean up and head out."

One of the sisters came up to me and Kit, "Don't worry about the dough, I'll take care of it." She bundled together the dough on the table and scuddled off.

Kit came around the table to meet me, checking to see if anyone is looking, "Go on out, I'll wash up the table," he softly kissed my cheek, "see you out there." He walked off to get some cleaning supplies.

I stood there for what seemed like so long, melting from his lips on my cheek. I left for the day room though, before he came back.

I went to grab a seat. As soon as i sat down I saw Sister Jude walk in, heading straight for me. She stood right in front of me, "Y/N,"

"Hi, Sister Jude."

She cleared her throat, "I've been seeing you around with a new friend."

"Oh?"

"Kit Walker."

"Oh."

"You do know why Mr. Walker is in here, right?" She spews.

"I do." He told me what actually happened to him and Alma right after I told him about me and my husband. Given the circumstances with my situation, why shouldn't I believe him?

I saw Kit walk in out of the corner of my eye. He was staring at Sister Jude and I, probably thinking the same thing I was, 'hurry the hell up'. Then all I could remember was his warm lips on my cheek and I started getting hot.

"Mrs. Brown," I snapped out of my thoughts, "are you okay? You look faint."

I collected myself to reply firmly, "Don't call me that, that is my soon to be ex-husband's name."

"Still in denial I see." She snickered, "Anyway, I came to see you to let you know your electro therapy starts tomorrow first thing in the morning. You are not to eat or drink anything the rest of the night. Don't make me put you in solitary." And with that, she walked off.

My stomach churned. This plan has to work, I have to get out of here.

Kit winked at me and a couple seconds later, he tripped over his foot and put his hand out on the table where the music was playing. The record player toppled over but only the record broke. The room was quiet for a split second, then all of a sudden, panic gloomed over the patients. Screaming and violent outburst came from every direction, guards and sisters running into the room to help.

Sister Jude yelled out, "I have another record in my office!" and ran off.

I started slowly backing off into the hall and Kit followed. "Lets get the hell outta here." he whispers in my ear. He grabs ahold of my hand and pulls me with him all the way to the back of the building to the boiler room. "Help me move this, doll."

Immediately I let go of his hand to help him move a large bed-looking cushion off the wall. Only it wasn't a wall, it was a very well hidden, hidden door.

Kit opened it up quickly and grabbed my hand again, "Lets go!"

We ran down a long dark hall that eventually ended with another door leading outsode. I stepped out, breathing the fresh air in like it was my first breath. I started crying "We did it Kit! I can't believe we actually did it!"

"Not yet, doll." His voice seemed scared and I followed his gaze. I only caught a glimpse of something crawling towards us and I screamed. Kit took off running after making sure our fingers were tightly interlocked so I would follow right behind him. we ran through the woods for what seemed like an eternity, ducking under branches and barley missing the tree roots poking out of the ground, bullying us to trip, before reaching the road. We ran to the other side, into the brush and hid behind some trees.

I let go of Kits hand and grabbed my stomach, panting, "What the fuck was that!?"

"No idea, that's what me and Lana ran into last time. We were so scared. I couldn't stop thinking about it and I didn't see any legs on it before so I figured we could outrun it."

"We?" I said, standing up straighter but still grasping for air.

"Yeah," He breathed heavily, "I didn't think about that until I met you. I had to figure out a way to break you out of there."

We stared at each other in that moment. Our deep inhales and exhales mimicking the other. Suddenly, Kit stepped forward, backing me up against a tree, and kissed me with such intensity and hunger. I felt high, meeting his needy kiss and opening my mouth to welcome his tongue to explore. My hands cupped his face while his groped my chest. "Mm, Kit are you sure?"

His hands covered my breasts, massaging them even harder, "Shhh, baby. I've been wanting this as soon as I saw yah beautiful face."

Heat pooled in my underwear. His voice, his words, his face is so goddamn sexy. I blushed and he could tell, taking his hand off my chest and gliding it over my cheek. He pulled away from my lips to whisper, "You're so fucking cute." His fingers left my cheek and tangled in the base of my hair. Pulling my head back, he started kissing and sucking. Little moans escaped my mouth. His other hand reached underneath my Briarcliff gown and gently started rubbing the sweet bundle of nerves through my clothed pussy. "You're so wet for me, doll," he groand, his thumb circling my clit faster with each moan he pulls from me.

"K-Kit I need you, p-please."

As soon as he heard that sentence, he immediately dropped his pants and underwear, relieving the bulge from the tight fabric. He rubs the tip of his cock on my clit while I frantically entangle my fingers in his hair. The world stopped spinning once he thrusted in and simultaneously sighed together. Like, we were meant to be. He pulled my head back with each thrust and sucked on my earlobe giving me a new sense of adrenaline.

"I-I-Im gonna c-cum, K-Kit." I managed to squeal out.

"That's it, doll, cum fah me."

My walls tighten around him, obeying his demand as I quietly scream in pleasure. My release sparked his shortly after. Grunting, he kisses me a few times lovingly. He moves to pull his pants up, "Let's sit right here together fah a few before we start hiking again, doll." He grabs my hand, then sits on the ground.

Still dazed from everything, I smiled and sat down next to him and lay my head on his shoulder, "Sounds lovely."

[margotquinsel]

Modern Encanto AU

Chapter 8 Not what we were expecting

After Agustin Phoned his wife they met up and walked to the cabin. It was quite a long walk but Agustin didnt mind, Julieta and Isabela however.

"My feet hurt.." Complained Juileta.

"Mine also hurttt!"

"Stop copying mee."

"Im not copying youu, your copying mee."

"Oh look the cabin is over there." Agustin lied to try to stop whatever was going to happen between them.

"Are we there yet?" A tired Mirabel asked.

"Almost, Mariposa," A cheerful Juileta said, she was happy because the first thing she wanted to do when they got to the cabin was to throw herself on to her new bed, little did she know that their cabin was still 10 minutes away."

"Pa?"

"Si Mi flor."

"Can you still see the cabin."

Agustin froze.

"I- well uh-."

Luisa must of read his mind cause she said,

"Isa theres a bunch of cabins. how is Pa supposed to know which one is ours?"

"He said he could see it, so obviously he knows which one it is."

Agustin gulped. Yes he knew where they were going but he didn't know what the cabin looked like. How is he supposed to know when theres the same cabin everywhere?

It was like copy n paste copy n paste copy n paste.

Mirabel got tired of walking and wanted some drama, she thought for a while for the perfect idea.

Run off? No

Jump on Isabela? No

Jump on Mama? NO

"Hmm."

"Anything the matter mariposa?"

Mirabel lifted her head to see her mother staring at her with a look that shes always hated, the family called it:

"The Meddlesome stare."

Mirabel zoned out and when she zoned back in she could see the shear fear in her mothers eyes.

"Whats wrong?" That was a stupid question to ask she thought to herself. Julieta hates it when people zoned out and stare at her with big beady eyes, but then again shes scared of everything.

Mirabel looked around her to see if it could of been something else.

She then heard a loud thud followed by gasp, she turned round to see that her mother had tripped up on a small stone and Luisa was helping her back up.

But Julietas bags were not what Luisa was expecting, as soon as she held out her hand for her old mother and her mother grappled on, Luisa fell face first.

At this time Isabela wanted her fathers attention just to herself and thought now was a perfect time, so she clung on to her fathers arm.

"Hey Pa." She said with a beaming smile

"Hey Amor, whats got you so happy?"

"Being here with you, I think we need some father daughter time. Just us. No one else. "

"Ay, thats a good idea but you know how your mama gets when I'm not with her."

(If your wondering why its because shes worried that he might get in a really bad car crash or get hurt.)

Isabela groaned. She hasn't had a day with her Pa in ages.

The last time she hung out with him was way before Mirabels birth, and ever since she hasn't really spent time with him.

Mirabel was a special baby and needed attention 24/7 just in case something bad happened. And Isabela got jealous,. Really jealous.

After around 5 minutes the family was finally at the cabin.

The cabin was..... Not what they were expecting.

The cabin had two greenish blueish doors, A patio, and what really surprised them was the mailbox. The cabin did look sturdy, it was made out of logs which didn't surprise them, it was in the middle of the woods.

Underneath the patio was a door.

"Look!" Mirabel exclaimed.

The family stared at her then at the at the door she was pointing to.

"It looks like the door from coraline!"

Mirabel has always been obsessed with the movie. And when she saw it she got excited.

Before Agustin could unlock the door there was a loud squeaky noise, in which Agustinn thought was one of the workers in a mickey mouse but instead it was their new neighbour. (Not for long)

[falsebooles123]

An Incredible Long Couple of Weeks. Diary of a Big Ole Gay.

Hey Whores, this is going to be a really long post because I may not have the energy to finish this this week.

So I guess I haven't done one of these in about two weeks and a lot of that is me being very busy. Last week of March I was working on like fifteen million different articles and videos and other content creation thingies and the first week of April literally started with my co-worker HAVING A MENTAL BREAK AND LEAVING TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LITERAL COUNTRY.

(i'm posting a funny GIF but I'm actually kinda pissed)

so instead of having a lot of great help to ease into running a full ass kitchen by myself doing 70 heads a day. I was doing this with exactly one other person doing the bare minimum to help me. It was a lot of hard work, and of course it went great. But I was extremly exhausted.

I also didn't watch that many queer films because of it.

but lets get into it.

Reflections in a Golden Eye (1967) dir. John Huston

OK so I don't remember a lot about any of these films because I watched this one in particular, *checks notes* the 27th of last month. Yeah theres a reason why theres no date on this one.

So this one I think is based on a book or something and features Marlon Brando being a CLOSET HOMOSEXUAL. oh also he stays right in that closet.

(god this gif is something else. so creepy)

Hes like yeah I'm going to spend this entire movie staring at this naked guys ass, (yeah I'm not going to explain the plot your'll either love this movie or hate it but you can't say it doesn't have a plot), but I ain't going to act on it. I'm just going to fight with my beautiful neglected wife who beats my ass for beating her horse.

See the relationship is super toxic but its liz taylor and Marlon Brando so its also the hottest thing ever.

anyway lot of repressed homos in the background of the entire rest of the plot. One of the more fun dramas I watched cause it was MESSY!

Flesh (1968) dir. Paul Morrissey

ok so Flesh is one of those weird cineme verite movies that Morrissey made and it is very artsy and very gay but there isn't actually any guy on guy stuff. The main actor spends most of his time naked, and some of that is like eroticized but also its kinda meant to desexualize nudity. Or rather the film is using casual nudity as a way to lampshade the way we objectify people because after we see this long scene were hes just laying in bed with his dick out (relatable), we get a 5 minutes scene of him starting his day buck ass naked feeding his 1 year old real daughter a muffin. they actually use that as one of the posters

so like yeah hes naked but hes clearly not erotised in that moment in fact even though the main character is a hustler he never actually has gay sex on screen. His only client is a man who wants to draw him for like classical sculpture. Hes someone whose literally objectified scene for his body and not as a living person.

OMFG am I a film critic or something.

anyway this is another pretty cool film and especially something gay people should watch even through there isn't that much PDA.

Funeral Parade of Roses (1969) dir. Toshio Matsumoto

ok first look at this iconic photo.

Pretty this follows a bunch of transwoman in like Tokyo just honestly vibing and being faggot punks. We love, we stan, we support.

theres a lot to enjoy about this film and honestly just iconic trans woman you need to watch this. oh also all these ladies are straight so theres no gay kissing.

My Hustler (1966) dir. Andy Warhol, Chuck Wein

NOTE: This is a clip from the 1961 SPORTS THRILLER "The Hustler" but also this is pretty good dupe to the experience of My Hustler

Yeah so My Hustler is the story of a rich gay bringing a gay whore for his vacation and then having his fag hag friend and then the hustler friend show up and they all get in to this contest about whos going to fuck him. So I guess more objectification of men through the queer lens. Noone actually fucks him and its a lot of naturalistic dialogue. Its warhol you get it.

The Children's Hour (1961) dir. William Wyler

Ok so Childrens Hour is about Audrey Hepburn and her GAL PAL Shirley McClaine who run a school together. They are in fact just roommates but doesn't stop snot nose little brats from spreading rumors that like she totally saw Mrs. Hepburn drowning in pussy. So yeah they have there lives ruined and there not even dykes da fuck. Its very Tea and Sympathy in that regard about how homophobia hurts those that arn't even faggots. Y'know the innocent. /s

except it turns out that Shirley McClaine is in fact like a totally LESBIAN HAROLD. and this was the push she needed to admit how fucking gay she is for audrey hepburn, (which like we get it girl it audrey), oh and then she fucking kills herself. Thanks I hate it.

The movie up to that points pretty good.

The Leather Boys (1964) dir. Sidney J. Furie

ok so this is another British New Wave movie and it manly follows this newly married couple. And like the wife Dot, is literally the worst fucking person. She spends all her money on her hair which 1. He doens't like and 2. Doesn't even look good on her. She doesn't have a job and she doesn't keep the house. And then she won't move into his mom's house after his dad fucking dies and his mom literally can't take care of herself which like sorry girl I get if you don't like your mother-in-law but um kinda a consequence of marrying someone at some point you kinda have to deal with there parents getting old and dying. Oh also shes cheating on him. SPOILERS.

Anyway so they spend most of the time seperated while this guy sleeps with his best friend.... in like the same bed. hahaha not like in a gay way that would be ..... gay.

Also I'm totally sure his best friend isn't like a faggot or something.

Yeah, basically this guy was sleeping next to a gay guy the whole time and everytime his friend was like "omg babe lets ditch your looser wife, (can confirm she sucks), and move to america together" that he meant it in like a gay way.

and so the dude just fucking leaves. Honestly I would try sucking dick just once if I was him. You guys have a great relationship and your wifes a bitch.

Advise & Consent (1962) dir. Otto Preminger

The Best Man (1964) dir. Franklin J. Schaffner

just going to throw these together. Basically there both about some future were the president wants to nominate some dude and people are like ew no. also some random other person is getting blackmailed for being a faggot in the war. Yeah both of these movies have like the same exact plot.

I like The Best Man a little bit more but there both kinda awful. Also Betty White is in the first one and SHES A SENATOR. yaaaas girl.

Manji (1964) dir. Yasuzo Masumura

THESE LESBIANS ARE TOXIC.

Like don't get me wrong they kiss, they suck, they fuck. Lot of Women absolutely just being the most, this is the most lesbian thing I've seen.

Oh also eventually they start a death cult it goes to some really weird places. Also theres like three remakes.

anyway whores, sorry that its taking so long for me to post this diary update. I'm going to draft the next post and try to get it out by the end of the month. Thanks love you.

[adacatlovelace]

I used to be a MASSIVE Doctor Who fan, buy the Matt Smith episode with the weeping angels returning torpedoed my interest in the series. It took a super interesting concept for a monster and made ut basically an unstoppable memetic hazard that they only managed to stop due to a deus ex machina in the form of a crack in space hoovering them all up, and even then I got the feeling the whole episode was made becuase the original weeping angels episode got so popular.

It completely missed the point that what made the episode so good was the way it presented its story from an outsiders perspective and showed just how insane The Doctor's eccentricity seems out of context and how terrifying it is to learn monsters like that exists in our world. Hence you get the most memorable lines in the series like "Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff" as the doctor tries to condense extremely complicated concepts into something someone whos existed in his world for about 5 minutes can understand. Its a very dumb and silly line that is simultaneously very clever (its that sort of writing that makes the Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy so good)

All this was tied beautifully together in the form of its monster: one that played fantasically with the inhererant creepiness of old statuea, especially religous ones. A great way to elevate your monster is to also have RULES for it. It can be really boring to have a monster who is unstoppable, but having rules and limits organically causes tension in the story as your characters navigate around them. It also leavea room for a clever resolution in the characters figuring out a way to stop the monster by using those same rules against them, which is something "Blink" did fantasically. As such, Weeping Angels became a cult media icon and you can see its lasting impact its had in the form of the inspiration SCP-173 took from them, kickstarting SCP as a whole.

Now enter the Moffet era. Its clear that writers had picked up on the popularity of the weeping angels, and wanted to bring them back. The issue is that its not nearly as threatening a monster outside of the fish out of water framework of "Blink" Just put some video cameras up and boom, permanantly immobilized angels. Mirrors are like kryptonite. These are all things that require preperation though, they are most effective when you dobt already know about them. You also cant just do "Blink" again becuase you cant just repeat an episode from 2 seasons ago.

To attempt to fix this issue "The Time of The Angels" gave them a new rule/power in "Anything bearing the image of an angel becomes an angel" which admittedly, at a glance, is at the very least an interesting change but misses the whole pointof the angels.

One of the reasons the angels worked so well as a monster was the veiwers mind immediately goes "Could I survive this?" Your safe as long as you can go without blinking, but how long is that really? Most of us have been in a staring contest at some point in our lives and know how difficult it is to go without blinking for an extended period of time, and how long that can be differs from person to person. The question of "Could I survive this?" Becomes a lot less clear.

With that change in "Time of the Angels" the answer just becomes a flat "No" as theyve been driven to the point of being completely unstoppable. Hey you know that whole thing about being safe as long as you look at them? You know, their whole THING? Not anymore becuase the reflection im your eye is an angel. Its something even the writers seemed to realize becuase without those exploitable rules to the monster, theres no real satisfying way to defeat them. So instead big space hole randomly opens and eats them. An anticlimatic end to an episode that raised the stakes ridiculously high.