#actually it’s kind of hard to find some of them on cds

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I’ll listen to music that’s new to me but in genres I like and I’m like “this is so normal though” when talking about it but then I hear common pop like Taylor swift or something and I’m like “oh. This is definitely a different genre actually”

[appleblueberry-pie]

OOOHHHH, OKAY HERE MY REQUEST FOR YANDERE MILE MORALES SCENARIO! I imagine him being the type of guy to break into the reader's locker and leave a CD(the song is probably cheesy like Radiohead-creep) while leaving a sticky note like “I really, really, like you. And I wanna get to know you more, can you meet at [insert abandoned building here] ❣️”~secret admirer (*cough* it's Miles *cough*) This freaks the reader out, cuz they've been dealing with this bs for 3 months and the authorities can't do shit, can I request the reader confronting their “secret admirer”? 🥺

N/A: I hope you heard me evilly laugh when I first read this. Boutta spill all of my delusions on this. Also i've never written worse luck than the reader had in this one.

Be Mine? Yes or No.

It's about ten minutes before first period begins and you've already spent five of them rereading the 20th love letter you've received over the course of a few months. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise as you continue to find more and more things to worry about in this letter. You'd think that this person would stop pestering you, but they really weren't. At all whatsoever. The same little sweet names they'd compliment you with. The same main idea they had in the previous note continuing into the next one. This has been happening over and over.

And it was so, so sweet when this fiasco first started. When you first opened your locker and it was placed so nicely in the center as if someone carefully placed it there. It was definitely spritzed with some kind of cologne, because no scent from someone just rubs off onto a letter like that. The beautiful envelope it was put in, the paper on the inside. The neat handwriting that was clearly practiced just to put some love onto the paper for you to hopefully absorb. And it worked the first three times, but it just kept getting weirder from there.

The way they wrote to you was extremely genuine, something that was hard to find in relationships nowadays. It really made you want to meet this person. They mixed in casual sweet names in Spanish into the writing in a way that wasn't hard for you to understand at all. They definitely had a crush on you. But then they began mentioning you in ways that seemed to make you borderline uncomfortable. Mentioning your beautiful hair, your eyes, your lips, the way you spoke, how you smelled. How they'd watch you and your friends in the park. Slipping in a few mentions of you walking to and from a corner store nobody in your school but you knew about.

They would write about how they could help you with specific classes that they knew you were struggling with. What foods they theorized you don't like(they were right), your type of man and how they fit that exact description, if not, more. How he knows he's the one you'd want and need. How the two of you are meant to be, he'd love you the way you need to be loved and he cant wait to actually meet you. How he'd bring you to the address of your favorite breakfast spot that no one should know about and he'd buy you that plate you always wanted to get that you couldn't afford. How he'd spoil you and-

All of this tension he built up on his own, which was all fueled by his own delusions, drew you to the conclusion that this nigga needed to be put in his place. You wanted a boyfriend. Not a fucking perverted stalker. Whoever this was, he was taking it too far, and was ultimately scaring you. It took you fifteen of these letters for you to realize that he wasn't actually slipping the letter into the locker between the cracks, but he was putting in the real code of your lock to properly unlock it. How he found it out, you have no idea. You didn't know what this guy was capable of and didn't know if he'd hurt you if you said no. But it had to be done somehow or he'd take shit too far and kidnap you or some crazy shit like that.

None of the school officials would help you because they're pieces of shit. Your friends tell you to bag him like dumbasses, and what the fuck are your parents gonna do? Yell at the dean and stand by your locker all day to wait for the guy?? You were all alone in this. So the most reasonable thing you came up with is to bluntly write to him to meet you after school at the park you and your friends go to often since he knows the spot already.

And quite literally the day after, you sat at the bench at the park after school, and he showed up.

You remember being so damn scared. What if he was big and burly and angry? What if he was one of the popular boys and would record the entire interaction? What if he follows you back home? What does he plan to do once you try to tell him off? You shouldn't have done this. The setting sun wasn't comforting you. The abandoned playground that usually was bustling with squealing kids was just making you more nervous. It was silent and cold today, but your mind just wouldn't shut up. Suddenly, the school uniform you wore wasn't as comfortable and you clutched your backpack closer to your body.

The wind blew gently on your bare knees and you heard someone call out your name. You flinched and felt your heart drop and turned to see the source of the voice, hoping for the worst. There was a boy sitting on a bench right next to yours. He was staring at you. It made you feel....unsettled and something else you couldn't put your finger on. To calm yourself, you listed his characteristics in his head. He was....reasonably attractive. Light brown eyes. Sculpted face. A light Spanish accent to his voice exactly how you'd imagine. Neat braids on his head. But something about his aura messed with you. He wasn't as good as he portrayed himself to be. You didn't want to speak and watched him stand from his spot to sit next to you on your bench. You clutched your bag to your chest as you watched him try to calmly approach you without making you too nervous.

With nervous eyes on him, he sits down next to you, letting a small smile grace his lips. "Hey, ma...how you doin'?" He sounded like he was trying to lure a scared dog into his arms. But it was awkward because he was trying to act normal with his dream girl and it was an actual human being and not a dog. "....fine." You respond. He scratches his nape and averted his eyes for a quick second. He really wanted to know why you wanted to talk to him. You gave no context within your letter, and it was a blessing, nonetheless. You actually responded to him. He predicted that he wouldn't get one for another good three weeks to two months almost. But this must be serious. He prepared himself for all possible scenarios that this could end up being.

"So....why'd you want to meet all of a sudden? It's getting late and I don't want you going home in the dark, you know?" You nod and take a deep breath, scared as fuck for how this could end. "Yeah.....so....I just wanted to tell you that I just- I don't want to be with you." It felt like you had to pull the words out of your throat for him to hear. You saw his face drop and decided to explain before he did anything else. "Like....I don't know you. I just realized that. You know so much about me and about my friends and the places I go to. I don't know a damn thing- Are you stalking me??" You turn to face him and stare into his wide eyes. He almost seemed as if he was caught doing some weird shit. And it was weird.

The silence started to make you angry when you realized he probably has been following you all this time. He shakes his head and sits up. "No...no, I haven't been stalking you at all, ma, I promise. I never want to make you uncomfortable, ever. Where are you getting that?" Oh, so now he's gaslighting you. If you brought all of his envelopes to this meeting, you would've dumped all of the evidence on his lap. You roll your eyes, grab your bag, and stand to leave. He stands at the same time as you when he sees you're trying to leave and stands in your way. "Wait, wait, wait, that's it? You not gon' give me a chance?" "A chance? Nigga, you lost your chance when you started being weird and fucking acting like you wasn't being weird this entire time!"

It was hard to get mad at you or reason with you. You were too pretty to get mad at even when you were nearly yelling in his face. And he had no logical reason to behave the way he was behaving, either. So, he might lose you unless he does something risky. And to risk your trust and love is something he doesn't want on the line.

You watch him watch you leave and he picks up his bag as well. The street lights turn on once it gets dark enough and Miles interrupts you walking away. "I'm not letting you walk home in the dark, Y/n." You flinch at his voice and growl a groan in fuming anger. An older lady passes the both of you and praises the mystery boy for being such a good gentleman and how 'there needs to be more of you out on these streets'. You almost slapped the fuck out of her for even hyping him up. He gives her a beautiful smile and tells her to get home safe, while walking you in the direction of your home.

He turns back to you and almost laughs at the face you're making. "I wonder how your mom would feel about you going home in the dark." "Mind yo fucking business." He happily leaves it there, continuing to walk with you down the street. Maybe this way, he can have more than one excuse to continue walking you home from now on. "Ion even know yo name." You mutter under your breath and Miles smiles at you. "My name is Miles. Great to finally meet you in person, Mami." You scoff and gladly let him scroll on his phone. You tried to speed ahead of him in hopes he'd stay at his slower pace, but he always caught up to you. You inwardly groan, knowing he'd probably make it to your door before you get rid of him.

"Glad to know the name of the person who's been stalking me. Now I can report you officially." You smirk at him and he gives one right back. "Just a name won't cut it, ma." "I got photos." "Where?" He hands you your phone back and you snatch it, realizing he was scrolling on your phone the whole time AND deleted your photo evidence. Before you can shove him into the street for a car to run him over, your mom bursts the door open and eyes the boy next to you. "Girl, you finally brought someone home with you." You didn't even realize you were on your street, better yet, your house. And your mom liked him already??

Your face dropped as you approached the front door. "No, no, no, it's not like that-" "What's your name, sweetie?" Miles steps up to the door and holds out his hand for her to shake, a beaming smile on his face. "My name is Miles Morales, ma'am." She shakes his hand before scrunching her eyebrows. " 'Morales'? You know Rio??" "That's my mamá, right there." Horrifying, how quickly a new relationship between the two bloomed right before your eyes as they continued to converse.

How are you going to get out of this? Your stalker is making great friends with your mom, no one can help because he deleted the evidence, and you would soon find out the next morning at school that your locker was clean of envelopes as well. Nothing was working in your favor and you realized that there was no way to escape. He included himself into your life so easily, when you wanted him out, out, out. You hated this shit, but he seemed to love it, sending you a look of appreciation as you both stepped into your abode.

Miles was so grateful for having you as a part of his life. The stars aligned and allowed you both a chance at beauty and growth. He wouldn't let this opportunity waste away like he had done many times in the past. You were his chance at redemption for all of the things he had done and the things that he planned to do later on. You were finally his.

[dreamsoflightvalley]

Robbie Valentino X Reader (Headcanons)

A/N: Made a little banner for this myself since I couldn’t find any good gifs for him, thought it’d be cute! I noticed a severe lack of Robbie content and also a resurgence in the GF fandom (raising fellow Rob-heads from their grave as well). Good to know I wasn’t the only one with a big ol’ crush on him as a kid X)

Content: Completely SFW (not even a swear), typical teen shenanigans and romance, use of the nickname babe.

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Robbie is a mega jerk, but sometimes it comes from a place of approval seeking. He’ll start (and lose) fights with other guys over you, probably puff his chest in public and brag very loudly about how in love the two of you are, but he’s never had someone to really sit him down and tell them they love him no matter what. If you have a serious talk with him about things he does that make you uncomfortable or upset, he’ll listen. Actually listen. Sometimes he gets so caught up in impressing his (rather empty headed and shallow) friends that he forgets you don’t care about all that stuff.

He’s not the ideal partner, but he’s loyal to a fault. He’ll obsess over you, maybe even an unhealthy amount, but the thought of cheating never ever crosses his mind.

If you’ve ever told him about past partners, best believe he’ll have some things to say. Nothing good, that’s for sure.

“Those guys/gals were friggin’ jerks, and they didn’t deserve you. If I ever see their faces around town, I’ll kick their butts all the way to the mountain tops for you babe.”

Regardless of whether you’re a goody two shoes or not, he will try to rope you into some mischief. Whether it be more graffiti, vandalism, or petty theft, he’ll beg and plead for you to accompany him on his misadventures and if you’re lucky he’ll reward you with something romantic.

Even if you outwardly disapprove of his actions or reprimand him when he’s wrong, he is 100% a ride or die for you specifically and will very rarely if ever correct you on something or tell you you’re wrong. He either A, thinks you’re right, or B, thinks calling you out will embarrass you and if you look bad then HE looks bad and that’s not gonna fly with him.

Since he learned from his experiences with Wendy before dating you, he’s a little less rough around the edges. He tries to be more genuine with you, and do right by you. Instead of ripping off another band he’ll actually try his hand at writing his own lyrics/poetry for you. It might not be good, heck, it might be edgy drivel, but it’s from the heart and you can’t laugh in his poor little face like that!

If you are emo or decide to get a little adventurous with your fashion style, he will 100% help you shop or do other things like dye your hair and do your makeup.

It’s a surprisingly tender thing for him, very patiently doing your eyeliner, the air from his nose fanning against your face as he breathes quietly with that subtle yet concentrated smile on his face…

Surprisingly the big shows of affection aren’t what gets him shy and flustered, it’s the small things. Tiny pecks on the lips, morning cuddles, little whispers of affirmation, he runs on that kind of stuff. Public makeouts and sneaking out at night are still awesome, but they don’t give him the same flutters that the softer things do.

If you’re scene or just plain crafty, he will hoard all of the bracelets you make him like a dragon. He goes feral for black and red kandi, bonus points if there’s a little broken heart charm dangling near the knot because he’s never taking it off for as long as he lives.

He can and will make mix CDs of songs that remind him of you, and then hand over a copy once the ancient PC at the library is finished uploading it. He tries to save them for special occasions, but he makes so many it’s hard to resist for him sometimes…

Yes, he will draw both of you as emo solves, yes he thinks it’s deep, and no you cannot stop him.

You’re gonna have to put up with his insane beef with Dipper, and bite his head off for it (figuratively) every once in a while. For someone who cares about appearance he sure doesn’t realize how bad bullying a kid looks.

If you have any siblings, he’ll try to hold himself back for your sake. If they’re older they’ll probably get along well, but if they’re younger he’ll be weary of interacting with them and heavily dismissive at first… Until one night you catch them playing games and making microwave s’mores together. Don’t be surprised if your little sib starts to wear more black and stars painting their nails.

Ironically enough, Robbie likes being the little spoon. He’ll never admit it, but if you flop down behind him while he’s resting and snuggle up he gets embarrassingly happy.

If your styles are opposites, he’ll do his best to enjoy the contrast instead of trying to change you. If he’s in a particularly good mood that day, he’ll try some of your hobbies or let you pick some clothes out for him. No guarantee that he’ll like them, and even if he does he’ll still act like he doesn’t.

He secretly tries to sniff you when he thinks you won’t notice, even though its hard to sniff quietly with such a big nose he still tries to get away with some soft whiffs (or some heavier ones if you’re like asleep or something).

If you work at a job, specifically a customer service one, he can and will go up to the counter and try to flirt his way into the discount. If your manager is a strict jerk it’s best to keep him away from the property, because he will start beef and spray paint their car.

[child0feden]

THE RIVER OF TIME

modern! eagle flies x reader

♡ general dating headcanons for modern eagle flies!

୨୧ for some reason i wanted to do a modern version of eagle flies! i will eventually be doing the game version of him too though… sorry for any major spelling errors, i feel kind of sick today <3

♡ related hc available here | view my video game masterlist here

reading music recommendations: the river of time flows through me by blackbraid - moss covered bones on the alter of the moon by blackbraid

♡ i believe with my whole entire heart that modern eagle flies would be a huge metalhead!

୨୧ he’s especially a fan of black metal <3

♡ blackbraid is one of his all time favourite bands, their music gets played HOURLY in your shared apartment…

୨୧ he just resosnates with blackbraid more than any other black metal band he’s found so he wants to appreciate the hell out of it

♡ eagle flies probably has a guitar that his father bought for him for his birthday when he was a teenager!

୨୧ he may have a semi complicated relationship with his father but he’s never replaced that guitar, it means too much to him and he loves it too much! it reminds him of easier times…

♡ he likes to play the guitar for you, he doesn’t play stuff like black metal though, he plays more relaxed and laid back stuff

୨୧ more often than not, his playing lulls you to sleep… he likes that, he likes knowing you feel at ease with him, comfortable around him

♡ to be honest, i can see his relationship with his family being kind of complicated… he has a lot of great memories from his childhood but when his mother passed and he got older, he began drifting away from his father and older brother

୨୧ but he still calls them every now and again and does try to answer their calls, just to know they’re okay and he does still love them, he just needs time

♡ he’s a huge fan of cassettes and CDs!

୨୧ he never had a phone as a teenager and got his music through cassettes and CDs in thrift stores but he still has all of them! when you guys first got together, his collection of them was something you noticed in his apartment and asked him about, causing him to go into a deep ramble about his favourites, he’s incredibly passionate about music <3

♡ he doesn’t really use social media for similar reasons; he didn’t have it as a teen so he never really feels the need to have it now!

୨୧ he has a facebook profile though, just so that he can keep up with the bands he likes and upcoming events whilst sometimes posting videos of him playing his guitar… and when you guys started officially started dating he changed his relationship status, causing his older brother to find out he was now dating you and comment some really cute older sibling type shit

♡ eagle flies absolutely loves when you play with or braid his hair! you’ll play with it softly before transitioning into crafting a small braid whilst he’s supposedly focused on a horror movie that’s playing on the tv

୨୧ but he’s really not that focused on the movie anymore… the second you started playing with his hair, his attention shifted to you, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his glossy locks

“ feels good… you’re good at braiding, you know that? ” ( you always blush so hard when he compliments you on things like that, they just hit you right in the heart! but you simply hum a response as he chuckles )

♡ a lot of the time when you finish the braid, you don’t actually have a hair tie on you so you just let it sit and slowly unravel itself which makes him kind of sad :( he really wanted to keep it in his hair because you did it

୨୧ he has a kind of tattered black denim jacket with a bunch of pins and band logo patches sewn into it! bands like blackbraid, darkthrone, mayhem, carach angren, morbid angel, venom and many more

♡ sometimes you’ll be in a music store without him and see some patches / pins you know he definitely doesn’t have and grab them for him, excitedly showing them off to him when you get home

୨୧ he thinks this is literally the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for him, he loves that you think about him and his interests when out and about without him! he always gives you a big hug and a soft kiss on the your head before taking them from you and wandering off to add them to his jacket

“ no, i don’t have these ones! thank you, beautiful… love you ” ( his deep voice is so close to your ear as he says it, still wrapped in a tight hug, you almost jump his bones but hold off for the time being )

♡ i can see him being a night owl! he’s not a huge fan of the hustle and bustle of daytime, he doesn’t like the near constant passing cars and loud noise… so you guys go on a lot of late night walks together <3

୨୧ with the roads being completely empty, he can actually hear himself think and have a conversation with you whilst walking, connected hands softly swinging between your bodies

♡ often times you’ll walk to a nearby wooded area and just sit on a bench, taking in the sounds of the trees blowing in the wind and twigs snapping under the feet of forest animals…

୨୧ you two probably sit there for a while, switching between sitting in a comfortable silence and quietly chatting about life! you’re always leaned into him, one of his arms thrown over your shoulder and if you get cold he’ll gladly offer up his denim jacket

♡ speaking of which, you adore wearing his jacket! it smells exactly like his natural musk and the cologne he uses

୨୧ when you pull the jacket on, you immediately get a whiff of things like pine, leather, oak and… bourbon… ? yeah, whenever you guys to see a local metal band perform at a bar, he always has a bourbon in hand, he’s very classy when it comes to drinking

♡ a lot of your guys dates revolve around similar trips out! dates are rarely planned between you, you’ll just kind of be sitting on the couch or laying in bed and he’ll raise his head to look at you before asking if you wanna go on a date today

“ do you want to go on a date today? the weather looks nice, no rain on the forecast, what do you think? ” ( hell, he’d still ask you out on a date if it was pouring down with rain, he thinks you look beautiful in any weather )

୨୧ you almost always do! they’re usually small picnics in extremely desolate areas of forest / plains

♡ he’s always laid back on the blanket, his combat boots hanging just off the blanket due to his height, whilst you lay back into him and eat some blackberries you’d found on the walk there, leaning up to offer him one as smiles and takes the berry into his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek after swallowing it

୨୧ i can see him being kind of a jealous person but not a loud jealous person, he won’t try to fight someone just for looking at you, he’s a quiet jealous person! responding to his jealousy by having a hand on you or an arm wrapped around you

♡ he can just get kind of super afraid of losing you :( you’re one of the best things to ever happen to him and he really doesn’t know how he’d function without you

୨୧ eagle flies really likes when you wash his hair for him, it took him a while for him to actually let you do it because it’s just a very sacred thing to him

♡ the only person he’s ever let wash his hair for him was his mother when he was younger, it was a ritual of immense love and not something done just because she was the parent and he was the child, it was a show of love

୨୧ when he feels ready to let you do it, he’s kind of shy about it! which is crazy to you because he’s not shy about anything but you can feel that this is something special to him and don’t mention it…

♡ as you’re in the shower together he pauses and takes your hands in his, guiding them up towards his hair as you realise what’s happening and try to hold in your excitement

୨୧ that’s the first time you ever wash his hair for him, gently massaging the shampoo into his head as he closes his eyes and leans into you, bending his back a little so you don’t have to reach up so high! you make comfortable small talk with him as you do it, asking him about music or movies and he’ll mumble a response back, almost falling asleep due to how good your fingers feel massaging his hair

♡ you wash his hair for him almost all the time after that night, a ritual once between mother and son now shared between lovers…

[spacesapphi]

HES Trio Headcanon Time! (HCs below the cut, this is a long one)

TW for mentions of bullying, death, parental death, car accident, drinking, and neglect

Elliot

- he's 30yrs old and 6'0, very lanky and tall and covered in freckles. His hair is curly too!

- HC for his voice has to be Raoul from Phantom of the Opera, just has that romantic voice that fits him so well

- his family is of Irish descent and his last name is Lillis, which he finds sounds VERY romantic!

- growing up he was so obsessed with classical literature that he would often pretend his life was a novel, narrating his daily life in his head

- LOVESSSS pride & prejudice, Phantom of the Opera, and Les Mis, he'll talk your ear off about them if you let him

- was unfortunately bullied a lot for his interests growing up, even at home. He tried not to let it dampen his spirit, but it was difficult. He channels a lot of that pain into his writing

- his parents never really respected his hobbies, and his brothers weren't that kind in general. Elliot often felt alone in his house, like he was a misunderstood outcast that didnt have anyone. One of his favorite book series as a kid was Anne of Green Gables, as he connected to her feeling out of place and different from everyone around her

- pretty much canon, but he's a lightweight. One drink and he's GONE. Hes gets silly and giggly when he's drunk too

- he's autistic (I feel like everyone in the HES trio is) and his special interest is around literature, specifically romance literature. Anytime he sees something notable happen in town, or a couple do anything he goes "Oh this is just like x character in x book!" And he'll infodump about the story to anyone who will listen (usually Leah or Penny)

- he gets along well with Penny and shes actually been his test reader and editor for many of his published pieces! He always puts her name in the "special thanks" section

- takes much pride in his appearance, especially his hair. Before the farmer arrived he was the one practically keeping Pierre in business for self care products because he REFUSED to go to Joja bc "Do you know how many CHEMICALS are in those things?!"

- maladaptive daydreamer for sure. He gets frustrated with the way he cant stop daydreaming, and how music always seems to intensify it. On one hand, it gives him ideas for his writing, on the other it makes it hard for him to interact with others. When he's home alone in his cabin, Finding him pacing around, listening to his favorite CDs and records is common

- his love language is sentimental gifts. They don't need to be elaborate or expensive grand gestures. If you mention loving a certain food he'll make it for you, he'll get you things in your favorite color just to make you smile. Hes a very sweet man!

- he has a beautiful laugh!

- wears dangly earrings all the time. He likes very sparkly ones with jewels, ones that make him feel like he's in a romantic period piece. He has a killer collection of them!

Harvey

- he's 35yrs old and 6'2, though you can't tell because he's often slouched over (bad habit, he knows. His back hurts all the time). He's a chubby guy too, which makes him feel self conscious, but he learns to love himself :)

- My HC for his voice is Simon Petrikov, specifically the way he speaks in Fiona and Cake, I cannot imagine it any differently LMAO

- Harveys family is of Italian descent and his last name is Russo!

- grew up with just his mom and grandpa. His mom was a doctor and his grandpa was a retired pilot who helped spark his love for flying. He died when Harvey was 12, leaving some model planes and that radio he keeps in his office to him with a note telling him to always reach for the skies.

- Harvey has a bit of a lisp, and spent a lot of time in speech therapy as a kid. Words with lots of "s" sounds are tricky for him

- he actively went through so much testing to be a pilot, but when he got to the actual flight test where he had to get into a plane he got so anxious he threw up and ran away

- he realized then and there that he couldnt do it, and it was a hard reality to face. A lot of crying, and a lot of struggling to accept his dream wasn't attainable. He felt like he was letting his grandpa down, but his mom promised he wasn't

- when he decided to go to medical school, he couldn't decide what his focus was going to be to save his life, he changed it constantly. It took about two years to land on primary care physician and even then he still kept researching other tracks. This would come in hand once he got to pelican town and became the only doctor

- often too exhausted to cook for himself, which is why he buys so much processed food. Shane gives him a lot of shit for it every time he sees him at JojaMart ("don't say SHIT to me at my next checkup if you're going to buy that")

- his eyesight is so bad. He can't see a foot in front of him without his glasses. He's also incredibly clumsy and falls and breaks them often (I mean where did you THINK all those broken glasses you were fishing up were from?)

- like Elliot, was a victim of bullying in school, especially highschool :( Nerdy guy with a plane interest that stuck to himself was unfortunately a prime target, and he found himself in a rough situation. It actually got so bad that he took a special test to be able to graduate early so he didn't have to deal with it anymore. He passed it in tenth grade, and put all his energy into studying to be a pilot until he was old enough to join courses for it

- his mom was his biggest advocate, and was regularly down at his school to yell at administration for letting the bullying get that bad. She loved her son more than anything and would do anything for him. She was the one to suggest testing out of school, not wanting him to go through all of that for years.

- hes still close with his mom, and they regularly call and write letters to each other to keep up. Since Harvey lives so far now, they mostly meet up on important days like birthdays, holidays, and to go visit his grandfather's grave every once in a while

Shane

- he's 30yrs old and 5'7, and he hates both of those facts. Being the shortest man in town and one of the oldest single ones is a bit of a blow to his self esteem. He's pretty bulky too, a combination of muscle from working on the ranch and as a stocker, and fat from drinking and diet

- I go back and forth on his voice HC constantly, but I like the common fan interp of him sounding kinda like Nick Miller from new girl, it fits too well

- Shane is Pennsylvania Dutch on his mothers side and his last name (along with Marnies) is Yoder!

- that being said he knows very little of the PA Dutch language, though Marnie speaks it fluently. He has a bit of an accent from growing up with her

- croc wearer, don't tell me otherwise. He has a few everyday pairs, a fur lined pair for when it gets cold, and what he calls his "formal Crocs" (literally just black Crocs with bowtie jibbits this man is so fucking corny). He has normal shoes too, like sneakers and boots for the winter and work, but nothing beats his Crocs

- Jas has tried to call him dad a few times, but it makes him sad. He doesn't feel good enough to deserve that title, and he feels like he'd be disrespecting his friends by trying to take it over.

- Was in the accident that killed her parents. They took him out to celebrate his 25th birthday, going to a Tunnelers game. They were hit by a reckless driver going far above the speed limit on the way back home, and he was the only one who made it. One moment Shane was having the time of his life with his best friends in the world, the next he's waking up in the hospital finding out they're gone. As a result, his birthday has become a bit of a sore subject, hence why he "was hoping he'd forget" anytime he gets a birthday gift

- his leg got really hurt in the accident, and though its healed, he still often needs compression braces to deal with chronic pain from it. Working at Joja and on the ranch aren't exactly low impact after all

- Marnie is his only bio family thats alive and on speaking terms with him. She practically raised him for the most part, with his dad gone and mother having passed when he was little. His mother was Mona, the same Mona from the cemetery. She was Marnies twin sister, and the photo in secret note 11 is her and baby shane.

- He and Emily were childhood bestfriends growing up, and dated in highschool. They realized after about a year that they just worked better as friends though, and remain besties to this day

- he's transgender he told me himself

- Marnie was also incredibly supportive of his transition and she's fiercely protective of him. He may technically be her nephew but she sees him more as a son and thus goes full mama bear when it comes to him

- even though he doesn't take great care of himself, he makes sure jas is well taken care of, especially after he starts recovery. His clothes may be threadbare and worn, and he may look like he hasn't slept in a year, but Jas will *always* have everything she could ever need... and want. Ngl he kinda spoils her a little, especially after he cuts back and can afford it more. He feels bad saying no to her given all that she's gone through. She has a doll collection that could make the most avid collectors jealous

- he makes sure he spends time with her too, taking days off for festivals because she wants him there, taking the day off for her birthday, and trying his best to be there for her. It's an upward struggle for him to get better so he can be there for her, but he's trying

- after Joja closes down, Marnie offers him a full time job at the ranch, including pay and board. He takes the offer IMMEDIATELY, and does an amazing job at it. She's certain she'll be leaving the ranch to him once she's retired

- if you want to get him to do anything, tell him him it involves chickens in some way. Chickens are his special interest for SURE. Chicken print socks, corny puns, joke tshirts, he has it all. He practically becomes the organizer of the Egg Festival yearly once he's started recovery, putting a crazy amount of work into it to make sure it goes well. Same with the Valley Fair's petting zoo. The amount of pride he gets talking about the animals to tourists is unmatched, and it's one of the few times Marnie gets to see him look as happy as he did before the accident. Those moments are fleeting, but everytime she can see that light in his eyes she feels like everything will be ok.

[angelismmm]

Hey! Could I perhaps request Kazuha, Venti, Heizou and Scaramouche with a reader who looooves sitting on their lap? Could be fluffy, suggestive or smutty idc!!

⟢ 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ft. kazuha, venti, heizou, scaramouche

・ sypnosis. i cant think of a summary for this, but just headcannons of reader who loves sitting on their spouse's lap!

・notes. yay motive is back, i'm so happy i'm actually recieving requests now, pls keep sending!!!

・warnings. suggestive, generally fluffy, maybe slight spoilers for in-game story, some of these, or most of these, are relationship hcs, so beware!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐑: 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

・probably only after you guys have been dating, a few dates later, or enough dates that you'd be invited to his pristine palace of ivy, cough aka a small home in sumeru that his aunt buer gave him. and honestly after that one date he decided to have (because you asked), at home, after that he's decided on mostly just inviting you over and spending time together either (window) shopping or just at home, he probably took a cat that was just walking around home, they're best friend forever now, probably named him something overly cute, and maybe a bit childish, would probably be your name mixed up, or those really generic names for the cat breed. probably prefers white cats with them blue eyes, like a ragdoll! if he's had that cat since before you guys dated, he'd call both of you doll probably, if it's after, it'd either be your name or something generic (again) like cloud, misty, or lily, maybe even a flower's name.

・but back to where i was, the first time you got to sit in his lap was when you were watching something with him, i like to think there are at least cds and basic little tvs sumeranian people can watch on, but again back to what i was saying, you both were watching something, he was probably against the headrest sitting up, the cat he brought home was on top of his head, he's pretty petty and childish so probably would fight for popcorn if it ever came down to that, and it did, so what you decided on was to sit on his lap with the popcorn in your hands, so that no more arguing. and honestly it felt nice, being wrapped around in warm blankets, combined with a pretty boy cuddling you from behind, definitely felt nice. you just didn't notice the bulge in his pants growing.

・obviously he hasn't really been in a romantic relationship before, let alone a forever friend kind. so it's really new to him, and almost anything about you does something to him, a bit of revealed skin? hard, getting to see how you fight against enemies? hard, like anything you do he loves, just hates to admit it. even if you compliment him, he gets really flustered, really easily. sooner, or later his little tsundere act will end, he's really giddy on the inside, i promise you that.

・on those days where you do feel a little down, he just happened to offered you to sit on his lap... he likes those little moments between the both of you, where you both are in each other's space, skin to skin contact, just you and him, together, snuggled in together, you staying in his lap honestly made him miss it every time you weren't on his lap. he did find it annoying at first, obviously, but he warmed up to it soon enough. he always acted like he hated it when you did, but he liked it enough he let you stay. probably once you sleep he'll kiss you on the forehead, lets out all the thoughts he's had about you, everything he loves about you, everything that's been bothering him. sincerely, he doesn't care if you happen to just still being awake. likes to rest his head on yours if ur smaller than him, if ur taller, he likes it better to rest his head on your shoulders.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐈: 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

・would maybe allow it, just as long as you both are around no one else, or people you trust. but it isn't like he doesn't favor pda, really encourages it actually. but he prefers those little moments with you both, just alone together. one of the most precious, and pristine memories he has with you. he thinks of it as cuddling, in general doesn't really mind. loves every bit of affection you give.

・probably holds you by your waist then lifts you up onto his lap. probably tickles you and gives you a whole bunch of kisses, and maybe in front of the moon. and he'd go the moon is lovely isn't it. and he'd be giving the really lovey dovey looking stare down at you, and he'd add onto the lil' poetic line he just spat out with more smooth pickup lines, again. likes to give kisses on your neck, he's kinda cheesy, but it's also in a loving way, and only for you.

・doesn't really care if you do sit on his lap at random times, just know when is the appropriate time you know? overall loves it when you do, not the kind of guy to get hard when you sit on his lap though. (just dry hump him a bit and that'll do the trick.)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃: 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

・he gets all giddy and shit. "you need me now?" he says then giggles at you, proudly presents to everyone that the oh so great and wonderful y/n is his. places his hand on your thigh and everything, lowkey a tease tryna make you horny sometimes. always allows it, but will tease the shit out of you. and sometimes when you rest he'll nibble on your neck just to wake you up and watch you fall asleep again. it's not consistent either so you never know when he'll kiss your neck or anything, it annoys you but it's definitely why you love him.

・probably likes to whisper stuff into your ear, like the spicy kind of stuff, just to get your reaction. thinks your flustered expression is the cutest. also tickles you while tryna ask you something probably.

・not the best at comforting you when you're a bit down, so he offers you to sit in his lap, while he tells you stories of the past, not even the oldest people of mondstadt remember, not clearly at least. if you allow him, will play with your hair while talking to you. these are the mostly serious moments you have with him, the romantic serious moments, where he stops joking around, and actually tries to help. he tries to make jokes to put a smile on your face though. he'll do anything to see your face light up again, and praise the archons, as he's the one who put the happy little expression on your face.

・he loves you, and your affection, he has his boundaries, but he loves you in general for this. at first he was a little cheeky about it at first, but it grew on him, always prepared for it now, because he doesn't wanna get tackled over his improper sitting position. very childish, but that's what he loves about you. and that's why you love him.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔 ・awfully surprised at first, for someone who expects the unexpected, this is not what he meant by he wants to get surprised, probably gets a bit flustered, you wanna sit on his lap? gee alright, you sure though? may be a bit playful sometimes, but doesn't hesitate to make sure you're really okay with it. the first time you did it, he was definitely really worried, were you comfortable? did you sense his nervousness? archons, you look like heaven when your pretty face is as close to his. what did he do to deserve such a beauty of a partner, mostly those were his thoughts, definitely was really really scared if you were not comfortable with it, even if you assured him he was still scared. ・super flustered at first, even the second, third, fourth, and so on. always catches him off guard, and that never happens, promise. even if he's used to you just jumping onto his lap, hanging your arms around him to tell him about your day, he will always be so red while tryna listen. always so shocked like, huh?? that happened?? ・you tended to be super affectionate, he wasn't used to it, so whenever your hands were around his neck, or your lips on his, or when you slept on his chest, it wasn't his first relationship, but the first time the other person was affectionate, so much so, that you decided to sit on his lap, and wanted to do that whenever you wanted to tell him about stuff! you think it's hilarious that he gets all shades of red when you do kiss him, but don't tell him that he'll become a tomato, again. ・overall 100% enthusiastic about it, keep doing it because he loves it, and breathes for your affectionate. questionably supportive about the idea, still kinda teases you about it like when you a bit upset that's overly stupid and/or childish about something he'll go "aww poor baby, wanna sit on my lap and talk about it?", if you say yes he'll be flustered, ez gg

lowkey tho i giggled while writing this, swinging my feet in the air n shi

[zosonils-art]

rewatched the sonic ova a few months ago. since then i've thought a bit too hard about the only loosely explained way that hyper metal sonic was created, been irreversibly changed by the idea of a sonic who wakes up in a body that isn't his and discovers that all his memories and friendships and adventures belong to someone else now, rekindled my obsession with the various metal sonics of pre-reboot archie, and finally learned how to care about sonic heroes

photon is basically every version of metal sonic ever, a few of the charmingly edgy aus i wrote when i was 11, and a few sonic cd fan theories all thrown in a blender and kicked down a flight of stairs, and i'm kind of obsessed with him. really, REALLY long infodump and some supplementary scribbles under the cut

WELCOME TO THE PHOTON ZONE

a little after sa2, eggman lures sonic into some trap that pins him down long enough for an electronic copy to be made of his brain. sonic trashes the place and escapes with only a mild headache and a bruised ego, but all the data eggman scraped is intact. as he's creating neo metal sonic, eggman uploads this digital ghost of sonic into him, with the intention to upgrade from having a fancy bootleg to a truly 'perfect' answer to sonic, who can simulate his entire psyche in real time and know everything he's going to do before he does it

[eggman would love to steal a hedgehog, actually]

unfortunately for eggman, his latest copy is too perfect, and sonic's indomitable will and sense of self easily overpowers any feeble attempts the rest of neo metal sonic's programming makes to keep him in line. pretty much the moment he's booted up, he books it outta there as fast as possible to go find his friends and fix things. with all of sonic's memories embedded in him, the thought that he isn't the real thing doesn't even cross metal's mind - as far as he knows, he made an embarrassing blunder in a dingy old egg base, had something done to his brain, and then woke up miles away in a robot body that eggman must have stuffed him into somehow. he just has to find tails and amy and knuckles and the rest, make sure he didn't hurt any of them during that mysterious gap in his memory, and slap together a plan to get his body back and shove eggman into a puddle. no sweat!

so naturally, it's a bit hurtful when none of his friends believe for a second that he's who he says he is. and it's a LOT hurtful when the real sonic shows up, in the body that's SUPPOSED to be his, and metal suddenly has no idea who or what he is

even though it's not enough to override the sonic personality, eggman's programming is still twisting metal's thoughts. an angry killer robot is an effective killer robot, so any negative emotion or violent impulse is forced to the front of his mind. metal is angry at eggman for doing this to him, and at his friends for not trusting him, and at sonic for existing in the body and life that belong to him, and all of this gets mixed in with the existential despair and knee-jerk denial of what's happening to him and then magnified tenfold. a version of the sonic heroes storyline takes place as metal's mental state worsens exponentially, and he begins to lash out more and more violently at everyone and everything around him in increasingly desperate attempts to prove [mostly to himself] that this other sonic is a fake.

this culminates in the metal overlord battle, where metal [who's escalated from 'prove himself superior to sonic' to 'defeat sonic and force him to admit the truth' to 'literally just kill him, since he's obviously a hyper realistic android sent by eggman or whatever and not a real thing that can feel pain and die'] harnesses the chaos emeralds in a last-ditch effort to prove his strength and reduce the 'fake' sonic to ashes - only for his body to twist and mutate into something so utterly, viscerally Wrong that the fear and confusion cause what's left of sonic in him to just shut down from distress, finally leaving only the mindless killing machine eggman set out to make in the first place and forcing super sonic to step in and kick metal overlord's ass. defeated by the power of friendship, depowered, and severely damaged, metal finally accepts and admits that he isn't the real sonic and probably never was, and doesn't fight it when his systems fail and he loses consciousness

contrary to what his anger had him believe, though, metal's [former?] friends did see that he was suffering and needed answers, and so sonic and tails take him back to the workshop in mystic ruins to shed some light on the whole situation. when tails finds a disturbingly perfect resemblance to an organic brain in the program map, everything finally clicks - what that weird Beam Of Give You Headache sonic got hit by a couple months ago was, how eggman made a metal sonic that knew so much about the real thing's life, why this metal seemed less mechanically violent and more genuinely emotionally distressed. with eggman's loyalty programming scrubbed from his system, metal wakes back up confused and upset but much more 'himself', and even manages a few natural-feeling responses as tails explains what he found and apologises over and over for not being able to help sooner.

he still doesn't like sonic.

metal leaves pretty much as soon as he's in working condition. even when sonic isn't there reminding him that he isn't himself anymore, he can't stand being around a tails who isn't his brother. he takes to wandering the world directionlessly, trying to figure out who he is now and find a place in a world that doesn't remember him. he's not sonic anymore, and it'd be easier to list the things he doesn't hate about being called 'metal sonic' or just metal, so after a while he settles on introducing himself as 'photon' - another intangible fast thing, like sound, but comfortably distant from his old name. [it's also a stupendously petty means of one-upping sonic, light being faster than sound and everything. drama queen.]

the timeline gets way fuzzier after all this overdetailed nonsense, but things do get better for photon. he has an identity now, and it's fragile and cobbled together and still missing pieces, but it belongs to him and nobody else. he strikes up a few odd but sincere friendships - he hangs out with big when he needs a calm and comforting presence, and has a fierce friendly rivalry with shadow underpinned by their quietly shared experience of not knowing whether to trust their own memory, and much later down the line he bonds with belle over the mundane frustrations of being a robot [and, privately, because she's the best fit so far for the tails-shaped hole in his heart]. he keeps up the drifter lifestyle, making new memories to replace painful old ones, finding ways to use his robot abilities for fun or to help people rather than purely as tools of destruction. it's not perfect for photon, he's still deeply bitter and existentially lonely and missing a sense of purpose, but it's Better, and that counts for something

photon is like some of the earlier [western] depictions of sonic in personality - rougher around the edges, more sarcastic and much less sincere, often brushing up against the line between playfully teasing and just being a bully. whereas sonic has grown into the generally kinder and more patient person he is these days thanks to the friends he's made and the adventures he's had, photon split off from him when that character development was just barely starting, and the trauma from his loss of identity made him regress instead of moving forward. he's still a kind person at heart, but that period of artificially inflated anger and despair has left its mark on how he handles his emotions, even if the programming that first caused it is long gone.

powers-wise, photon is pretty much identical to neo metal sonic, albeit with some limitations. he's as fast and strong as the real thing, can shapeshift or use chaos control if he's got an emerald with him, and with all 7 can take on a super form - though since the metal overlord incident, he's refused to try. [i'm leaving it open whether metal overlord is his innate super transformation now or if it was caused by him tapping into the negative energy of the chaos emeralds rather than sonic's usual positive, since both are really fun ideas. either way, becoming metal overlord was way too traumatic for photon to have any interest in trying again for now.]

he can still copy the biodata of living beings that he comes into contact with, but most of his storage space is taken up by the entire organic brain being simulated in realtime, which he's definitely not willing to modify or delete, so he's effectively limited to only the most recent two or three powers he's copied. he shapeshifts a little to reflect the data he's pulling from, mostly because it's fun to imagine what it'd look like. also because i'm a mega man guy. once again it all comes back to worlds collide being peak fiction

this concludes THE PHOTON ZONE, if only because this has been in my drafts for 3 days and i just want to make my damn post already. if the 1400 word infodump didn't make it clear i am VERY obsessed with my sad little metal sonic amalgam lmao. all this and i still had to cut a ton of details to prevent this infodump from being do you love the colour of the photon, so if my unhinged ramblings have convinced you to care about him even a fraction as much as i do i'd be thrilled to answer any followup questions here or on my main!!!!

[01delilah]

Celebrating Christmas with the Mercs!

Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone! I hope everybody has a safe and fun day with friends and family <3

Just a bunch of headcanons of how I think each Merc would celebrate Christmas, and some of the gifts they would get you Warnings: Alcohol, setting stuff on fire, blowing stuff up, general holiday chaos

Scout

Wakes up at 5 am, and runs downstairs only to find literally nobody awake so he sits and waits

Accidentally ends up waking everybody up in the process

But he does make everybody on the team a present!

Wraps them poorly in printer paper, or some of Engie’s thrown away blueprints 

He hands you the present he got you, with is in a cardboard box and wrapped with blue paper and tons of clear tape 

Prefers to make you something but will buy you something as well

Such as a duct tape wallet, a drawing, or some music cds he found at the thrift store he’d think you’d like!

Uses this as an opportunity to give Miss Pauling a gift, only for her to be working :(

Give him baseballs or something Tom jones related and he will be crying from happiness <3

Pyro

Is the one who got the Christmas tree

Probably came to work one day with their fire axe in one hand, and tree in the other 

Decorates the tree with lights and colorful ornaments that they made themself!

Adding onto Scouts arts and crafts, Pyro will definitely make their own as well! 

Might accidentally burn the tree down

Super excited to give everybody their presents!! 

You gifted them a pink sparkly lighter, and after opening it, they ran and hugged you so hard off the ground you couldn’t breathe 

keeps their suit on but throws the cutest ugly sweater over it!

Will match sweaters with you too!!

Makes the BEST hot chocolate hands down

Soldier 

“THIS TREE IS NOT AMERICAN ENOUGH!”

Everything he hangs is all American flag themed. Also wakes up wearing his American flag pajamas in the morning 

You can tell exactly what was wrapped by him, because the paper is the American flag.

Has tried to hang up ears as ornaments, but Spy took them down. 

If you are wearing green instead of red he will yell at you for disrespecting the American spirit (he doesn’t no or care that green is a Christmas color)

Gifts you literally the best clothes, weapons and gear, except it’s all american flag themed so just be okay with that

Demoman

“MERRY CHRISTMAS LADS!”

The best person here to celebrate with hands down. 

Greats everybody with a ‘Merry Christmas’ when he sees them in the halls or somewhere in the base

You decided to get him a nice sweater, and another bottle of scrumpy for his present

Obviously he can tell that its a bottle, since you wrapped it in wrapping paper 

Accidently blows furniture up after partying too hard

Also will put on holiday music, before Scout hijacks the vinyl and it’s forced to be turned off because his music taste is garbage. 

Sniper

He’s already awake way before Sis, and waits until half of the mercs are up before going to the base to celebrate Christmas

He can’t fit an entire tree in his camper, but he has a very very small baby pine tree that he found while hunting. He put it in a little dirt pot and has it next to his window.

Doesn’t really expect presents on Christmas, so he doesn’t go out of his way to get into the holiday spirit that much. 

Get him a present and he will be so stunned, it seems like he doesn’t like the gift (he really does!! He’s just shocked somebody actually put thought and effort into it)

Prefers things that are handmade and one of a kind

All though he isn’t partying, he will sit on the couch by the fire and just listen to everyone talk

Medic

Obviously there are mercs that medic likes better than the others

And I think this means the more he likes you, the even more insane of a gift he’ll get you

He hands you a plain white box, and you open the cardboard lid to see one of his doves.

Before it starts flying around the room and getting stuck in the tree

“I heard jou speak about wanting a pet, so you can have Archimedes' brother!”

Sleeps in really comfy pajamas, that are red and patterned in snowflakes

If you mention that you like them, he’ll definitely get you a matching pair and you can join him and heavy twinning :)

Heavy

Has a traditional way of celebrating

Sends letters and postcards to his family

On base though, he will help make things feel like a holiday, and make everyone feel like family (since he does see his teammates as family!)

Gifts everyone scarfs, gloves, and mittens for everybody to keep warm during winter and the nights

The scarfs he gets are soooo warm and comfy that medic wears his 24/7

If you’re into reading, he will get you either some Russian stories that were translated into English, or ones that he translated himself.

Overall literally the best person to spend any holiday with <3

Engineer

Makes the star for the top of the tree, and the lights for the tree all by scratch

Will also bake with pyro! The kitchen in the base will smell so good of cake, cookies, and banana bread

On Christmas Eve, pyro and him go and place a plate of cookies and milk on a table next to the tree for Santa

Seeing Pyros excitement when the plate was just crumbs made his entire day

Gifts you a custom little gadget he made himself

If you want to join him bake and cook he’ll be super happy

This is probably the one day that he’s not inside his workshop, and he’s spending time with everybody as much as he can

Spy

The most reserved out of all the mercs

Comes down to wish everybody happy holidays, before cloaking and disappearing off to whatever he usually does.

When things calm down, and people like Scout and Pyro aren’t bouncing off the walls, he’ll grab a glass of wine and join the rest of the mercs on the couch

Miss Pauling 

She’s working unfortunately :( 

Comes by later at night, and celebrates and drinks with everybody. 

Although she has no interest in Scout, she picked up a couple of Tom Jones CDs to make him happy. 

When I mean comes by, she’s there for like 10 minutes, drinks an entire bottle of wine, and then goes back to work. 

[thelamentknight]

Ceres Wolfgang

19/ Male

Black Greek/German

Dog Beastman

Bisexual

Taurus

Hometown is Isle of Lamentation

Twisted from Cerberus

Ignihyde

3rd Year

His Best Subject is Defense Magic

He’s in the Board Games Club

His Favorite Food is Orange Glazed Salmon Medallions

His Least Favorite Food is Coleslaw

Dislikes Instigators

Hobbies include playing video games (mainly horror games), shopping for music CDs and albums, solving Rubik’s cubes, reading manga, and doing Horror Escape Rooms

Talent: Fixing WiFi Boxes

UM “Hell’s coming with me“

When Ceres uses his UM, chains will appear and lunge after whoever Ceres targets. The chains will tie around the victim and brings them back to Ceres (but Ceres likes to grab onto the chains and control them). Using it on so many people in little amount of time causes a lot of blot to form.

Ceres is kind of hard to get a read on. He’s very quiet, and not many have even heard his voice. He’s calm and serious, and kind of comes across as a loner. He doesn’t smile or laugh much, and has really bad Resting B!tch Face. He tends to be intimidating to most students (this is accidental on Ceres’ part). But it’s basically impossible to get Ceres mad. He’s not the best with socializing, but he tries his best (he’s more shy than he comes off).

The Wolfgangs and the Shrouds are business partners and have been working together for centuries. Neither families remember exactly when; they just know that at some point, the Wolfgangs began helping out the Shrouds, and they’ve been buddies ever since. The Wolfgangs specifically help fund STYX and help in finding research about Blot. As Ceres is their heir, he’s expected to carry on with the Wolfgang’s business and help out Idia when he has to run STYX.

Fun Facts:

+ Other than Ortho, many consider Ceres to be the “Vice Dorm Leader” of Ignihyde (mainly because Ceres is one of the very few people Idia seems comfortable with)

+ Loves Rock and Electronic Heavy Metal music

+ His tail is actually a snake tail instead of a dog tail. Tends to hide his tail (he’s not embarrassed by it, it’s just that the questions get annoying)

+ Doesn’t like Soda

+ Dorm Leaders go to him to fix the Dorm’s WiFi Boxes (cause Idia’s too shy)

+ (Warning for baby d*eath) Ceres is actually from a triplet pregnancy, but his brothers didn’t make it

+ His online nickname is XIII Reaper

+ Has a cabinet filled with his snack supply

+ Horror is his favorite genre

+ Can drive a Blastcycle

+ His favorite band is River Down Under, or RDU for short

+ Weirdly enough, neither of Ceres’ parents are dog Beastmen. His Father is a human while his Mother is a Snake Beastwoman. And they’re his biological parents, so nobody knows how Ceres is a dog Beastman while his parents are not

+ Finds the beauty in things most people don’t (like the animals Ceres thinks are really cute are animals most people would think are scary or ugly)

+ Ceres and Idia have an interesting history together. They were close when they were young, playing games a lot alongside Ortho. But after Ortho’s d**th, due to Idia basically shutting himself away, the two didn’t see each other much. Afterwards, they really only saw each other when their parents met up. During NRC, the two have a coworker type relationship, with the two really only talk to tell each other for important Ignihyde/business stuff. After Chapter 6, Idia reached out to Ceres so they could be actual friends again. Now the two hang out once a week to game (Usually to play Horror, like Phasmophobia or Dead by Daylight or Lethal Company)

+ Unlike Idia, Ceres doesn’t scream or gamer rage. So while Idia is shrieking or cussing from the monsters, Ceres just stays calm and tells Idia to hide (or do whatever you have to do to avoid the monster k!lling you)

+ With all due respect, Ceres just…doesn’t know how to feel about robo Ortho. He understands that Idia is grieving, but Ceres being friends with human Ortho and grieving him too, Ceres can’t help but feel…unnerved about Robo Ortho (though he tries not to show it)

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Back on my BS again!!

I remembered another fic! Any help would be appreciated.

This one is StilesXDerek.

I’m pretty sure it’s a completed fic on AO3

1. Stiles and Derek haven’t meet. The fire never happened so the Hale family is running strong.

Derek is an alpha and is looking for his mate for some reason the omegas of the town are brought to him. He’s in a guarded room. Stiles is sent in and the guy admitting the omegas actually flinches away from Stiles since he finds his smell unappealing as most alphas do since his isn’t sweet. Stiles is only going because he has too but has no illusion that it will go well. Of course it does from there (I’m reasonably sure) that Derek decided to take him to a diner Jackson (I think) gives him a hard time until Derek steps up to protect him.

I also believe (but this might be the wrong fic) that right in the beginning Stiles is accosted by some stray alpha and Derek defends him but before he can introduce himself Stiles ends up taking off)

That’s all I got!! I would really love any help! Thank you all in advance.

Located!! Thank you so much @hedwig221b !!

If you are interested the story is Scent Trials by To_Fill_The_Sea. https://archiveofourown.org/works/10638918

Hello again! This post seemed to be a getting a bit more traction than my last so I figured I’d try my hand at an old ask, ride my own coat tails if you will.

2. (RE-ASK) Stiles x Derek. I remember less about this one but I did try to find it by keyword with no luck. In this one Derek and Stiles are going on a first date and Derek is driving them. Stiles is acting odd. And Derek asked him why he’s not fidgeting or touching his stuff without permission like he normally does as they have been friends for some time and he finds out one of the ladies (Erica and Alison maybe) “reminded” stiles that he’s super annoying and to curb all of his normally behaviors and wear less flannel. Then Derek has to tell him how much he likes stiles for who he is! I know it’s a bit vague. I also kind of remember stiles sitting on his hands, getting permission to go through the glove box and put on a different cd and I believe their date was in a diner type setting.

Thank you for any help! It’s eluded me for a while now. I hope it rings a bell for someone 😉

Found it!!!! It was on Fanfiction.net. Just leaving it here in case anyone was interested: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7738871/1/Shock-And-The-Threat-Of-Bodily-Harm

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Random Jareth HCs

I talk so much abt him and I have some silly ideas :3c

If he stays in owl form too long he has some trouble changing back. He gets kind of stuck a bit between. He chitters like a barn owl in “human” form, can screech like one if mad. There’s feathers in his hair, and sometimes he still has bird-feet. The worst case was when his arms were still big useless wings. It goes away after a while but he’s impatient as hell and will sulk about it and punish anyone who dares laugh at him for his chicken feet.

Jareth actually runs cold. He can change his body temperature if needed, but it’s very surface level. Usually he’s around room temperature (like a corpse). Cuddling or any close physical contact will warm his body up.

His hands are strangely rough under his gloves, they’re rough and hard like stone. He almost never removes his gloves because his touch alone can cause serious magic shit to happen if he isn’t careful. The glamour he uses to keep his more human form doesn’t really extend to his hands for whatever reason (his truest form is made of stone), so he wears gloves to sort of hide it.

Music lover, I mean duh. He sings and dances ofc, but he actually knows very little about modern music. His knowledge of humanity is still stuck in the 18th century. While he would like the idea of things like CD players and MP3 players etc etc, he will always prefer live performances, be it himself or watching someone else. He would probably go to a lot of concerts just to see what the music vibe is these days.

Doesn’t do well in human crowds. A masquerade ball in his castle is one thing, it’s his realm, it’s other fae. But you put him in a shopping mall or grocery store??? He is not having a good time. Mostly because he sees most humans as beneath him (except for the few he decides are special little princesses/princes lol). Modern humans apparently have a stench to him, and he finds it disgusting when “in concentration.”

He can make any small child stop crying however. If Toby proved anything it showed how good with kids Jareth is. He can entertain any small child with ease. Though it starts to freak the parents out when he starts talking about how much he wants to steal them away from their mothers. The man loves kids, and hopes one day he can actually keep a human baby to raise as his own.

Unbearably physically clingy. Like…unbearably. He’d be attached to his lover like a parasite whenever they try to go anywhere without him. If he can’t touch you, he’s standing behind you with his hands behind his back to keep himself from touching you. Like Jesus Christ man back up you’re not gonna go anywhere‼️‼️

Has a jealousy problem as well. With his stuff and his lovers. You do not touch his stuff without asking him, or until he lends it to you. With romantic jealousy, it’s about the same. Nobody touches what he deems his. He has enough dignity not to cause a public scene, but will glare at anyone who dares flirt with his lover- or if he thinks your not paying attention to him enough, he will give you the cold shoulder until you shove him aside and ask him what the fuck is going on.

Enjoys playing mind games. Though he’s too much of a romantic to do things that would really hurt you, at least intentionally. But his fae nature gives him a bastard side that sometimes can’t help it. But really, he would hate to actually fight with you. The last thing he wants is for you to be genuinely upset, and so will bend over backwards to keep you happy.

Speaking of that, Jareth is 100% a doormat to the ones he loves. He’s been alone for centuries (if not more). And any hope of validation he will chase like a kicked puppy. But everything he does, he expects something in return. (ex: I am exhausted by your expectations of me, isn’t that generous?) Fae are deal makers after all, and so he will create a beautiful ideallic place for you to live…but in return he expects your devotion and loyalty. It seems like a small price, until it isn’t. Sometimes, in exchange for a favor he does for you, he will ask for something in return (be it a task, or an a object).

As hedonistic and mischievous as he is, Jareth is quite emotionally intelligent. His age gives him wisdom, and sometimes it’s like he knows exactly just what to say. Humans have such predictable emotions after all, and he can use his knowledge of them as a form of manipulation if he wants/needs to. But to someone he loves, he would bring perfect comfort to. He will try and make you laugh, then ask if you want him to stay with you or leave you be, anything you ask if it would make you less upset and more comfortable he will do (doormat). If you want him to read you a bedtime story? Do a handstand? He’d fucking do it.

[myenterpriseisparked]

Rank the Star Trek captains based on whether or not they're expert road trippers

Archer - He tries. So hard. He burns a CD mixtape to listen to and rents a huge RV that only kind of works. He plans out a bunch of stops but "leaves room in the schedule for unplanned adventures :)" and then proceeds to not follow the plan at all and everything goes wrong. Actually, now that I think about it, Archer on a roadtrip would probably just mostly be the plot of the movie "RV."

Pike - He lets Una plan the stops and he METICULOUSLY plans the food. He and Una take a survey about what all their crew wants to see along the way and try so hard to integrate them all into the trip. He plays LOTS of car games, like Eye Spy or that one game where you count animals on your side of the vehicle until you see a graveyard and have to start over or that other game where you describe a movie plot badly and everyone has to guess what it is. He lets Uhura control the music and Spock read the map and Ortegas drive. The plan for the trip goes off the rails, of course, but everyone ends up having a blast anyway. Overall a SOLID roadtrip.

Kirk - Kirk takes everyone to see every single tourist trap they can find and, you know what? It's fun. Is the World's Largest Truckstop really all that special? No, but the memories they make there are. I also imagine his roadtrip largely takes place in Iowa and other parts of the Midwest so a lot of the trip is rolling cornfields. Overall not a terrible trip, if a little slow and nutty.

Picard - Due to being European, Picard's idea of a roadtrip is a little... different. The crew is a little confused as to why they are only doing about 3 hours of driving a day, but they do appreciate that it's through Wine Country, where the rolling hills are lovely. I imagine Picard plans a "themed trip" (wine tasting and touring) and Riker is the one to throw in the fun tourist traps they do end up visiting. Q is somehow at every single place they stop. Lwaxana is at a few of them too.

Sisko - Sisko takes everyone on a tour of the MLB baseball fields. He meticulously plans places to eat (mostly cajun places that he critiques as 'not as good as his dad's, but acceptable.') and fields to visit. In the meantime, Jadzia picks some more... colorful places to visit in the evenings. Different groups of people get lost but they always find each other. Everyone is a little wary of visiting baseball fields, but once they find out that it was Jake's idea to cheer his dad up, everyone acts like each field is the most fascinating thing they have ever seen. In the end, the trip is a little tedious, but they have all bonded over the solidarity of making Sisko feel better.

Janeway - Janeway drives through the middle of nowhere. Absolutely no cell signal ever. Google Maps will not work. They stop every hour or so to look at the sights. At several points, their van gets robbed and they have to craft new supplies as they go. They make some "road enemies" (other roadtrippers that get competitive about parking spots and camping areas and stuff) and get in several fights (that they win). They camp alongside the road instead of staying in hotels and it's kinda miserable but it builds a lot of relationships and character. Their van breaks down a lot but they always fix it themselves. B'Elanna ends up souping up the engine about 4 different times. In the end, they all get home pretty much dead on their feet, but the whole crew is planning the next road trip anyway.

Freeman - She has a schedule that no one follows and she yells about it a lot. The road trip keeps getting completely derailed. They absolutely do not hit any planned stops and they have to replace each of the van's tires 3 times. Good news, however, is that they got a GREAT sale on all the trinkets and stuff that they bought along the way so everyone is still having an okay time.

Dal - Barely has a plan. He basically piled everyone in a vehicle one day and started driving. They stop whenever they feel like it and do odd jobs to earn enough money to keep going. The end goal is to reach San Francisco by the end, but Dal has to keep them backtracking for various reasons and they're having a heck of a time understanding exactly how this brand-new Chevy Silverado with a fancy computer system that they accidentally stole works. Everyone has fun anyway, even though they are also kinda lowkey running from the cops.

Burnham - I don't honestly know enough about Burnham as a captain to say for sure but I think she and Saru would plan a pretty chaotic lil road trip that kinda jumps all over the country in a strange order. Lots of zigzags and backtracking and stuff. I think they have fun though?

FINAL RANKING:

1st Place - Pike

2nd Place - Kirk

3rd Place - Janeway

4th Place - Sisko

5th Place - Archer

6th Place - Burnham

7th Place - Picard

8th Place - Dal

9th Place - Freeman

[kindlyre]

Can you talk more about your personal headcanons for Rantaro?

uhhh shore!!! :3

he has thirteen siblings overall, twelve sisters and a brother

out of those, his brother and oldest sister are blood relatives. his brother is a few years older and they have a... complicated relationship. his sister is his (younger) twin

he has a pretty bad case of conduct disorder and has been compared to enoshima on many occasions because of it

his sisters have no idea, his twin kinda realized as she got older, his brother is 100% aware

rantaro's dad divorced his mom when he was about nineish, took his sister in the custody battle, but the dad fought for the two boys in the hopes that one of them would amount to SOMEthing

this is hyperspecific but. the "-taro" suffix is usualy reserved for the oldest son, so the reason rantaro is named that was because his brother ALREADY didnt live up to expectations, so his father saw rantaro as a replacement and named him accordingly

rantaro's talent came about because he has conduct disorder- the chronic boredom is why he travels so much in the first place, and the risk taking behavior commonly associated w cd is why he gets into so many Situations that make for good headlines

he's banned from morocco because he got caught graverobbing. everything he took had to be given back, except for ONE thing he got away with. he keeps it in his capsule necklace

yes he does drugs but he managed his habits well until shortly before his appearence in danganronpa 52, where he started getting worse cravings

rantaro used to have a mix of clear headed travels that are more backpacking or in rural areas or mountain climbing, AND stints in big cities where hed do some drugs and gamble

a thing he likes to do is get real messed up on drugs, black out, then play some irl geoguesser when he wakes up in some random ass location

this is why he didnt seem too concerned when he woke up in v3; he's used to just waking up in odd places and not remembering how he got there

mmmmost people with conduct disorder dont actually go on to develop aspd, which you can only be diagnosed with once you turn 18. rantaro is in the minority yaay #lostcause (that is, if he'd lived to 18)

he near-exclusively calls himself "a sociopath" because he got tired of explaining that thats not a diagnosis anymore and you cant even get the renamed diagnosis till youre eighteen and he'll Totally Be Fine By Then He Promises and that he has something else entirely, because people kinda didnt care much so he just stopped explaining

he still very much wants to find his sisters but even when he DOES find them, he's always too nervous to approach them because he feels like they would maybe not like a baby sociopath as a brother

(he's had symptoms all his life and was never all that good at hiding them. his sisters like him just fine, lmao)

HE KNOWS WHERE HIS TWIN LIVES he could literally go see her at any time. he doesn't. he's simply too ashamed of how he is on account of being compared to the girl who Ended The World all his life

rantaro's got a nasty violent streak and one of the reasons he wears those rings like that are as a brass knuckle subsitute

he's attacked and even tried to kill his father on MULTIPLE occasions due to his treatment of both rantaro himself and his sisters

he's a gambling addict though if you asked him he'd say it's "just fun sometimes" and its not that big a deal because he's rich, he can tank whatever he loses

he likes big open spaces like the ocean or the great plains; he finds it a nice reminder of how HUGE the world truly is and how, despite all he's done, he's only experienced a fraction of it. it makes him excited for his next adventure

he loves his sisters, but it's in a kind of... detached way? its hard to explain.

his relationship with his brother is even harder to explain- they fight a LOT but they're kind of the only family each of them has, but they're still pretty distant with each other (a lot of it is gonna be in fics im doing so i lowk dont wanna spoil it aaaaaaall~)

rantaro has always wanted to fall in love, but it hasn't happened yet

he hasn't fooled around with anyone, he's saving himself as it were for the person he falls in love with. he used to tell people this, but stopped after like 95% of the responses were variations on how that was such a surprising sentimentality for Someone Like Him

he's well aware that people see him as a sickopath first and a person second, growing up in a post-tragedy world with the bad luck of having the same mental illness as the person who caused the whole thing. this is a contributing factor in why he's so distrustful of other people

other factors include seeing atrocities, corruption, et cetera traveling around, AND the abuse he faced growing up and how his father is continuing to get away with it due to his wealth

even so, rantaro absolutely has used his wealth to stay out of prison. it sounds hypocritical but rantaro is a mentally ill 14 year old whom nobody really knows how to (or wants) to help in a way that actually is respectful of him instead of treating him like a nuke that needs to be disarmed, and his father is an adult man who uses his wealth to take advantage of poor women to fuck their daughters. so its a bit of a different situation i think

uuuuuuuuuuhhhhh

i think you deserve a few fun ones after all that

he's sicilian on his mom's side

he tans a LOT in the summer and has a lot of freckles, you can barely see them if he's not tanned lmao

he's a natural brunet and his hair is really thick so it gets tangled easily; he got an undercut largely so he didnt have to deal with so much of it

he has a stick n poke tattoo on his leg, though it's so blown out and faded that you kinda can't tell what it is. not even rantaro knows what it is (a sailboat? maybe?)

he did all his own piercings; they're all staggered on his right ear because he's left-handed (except his left lobe, but tbf its easier to do that than your cartilege)

people are generally aware that there's Something Just A Little Off about rantaro, including some of the killing game participants, but some of them wouldnt have minded, honestly

these ones are oumami ones for Me but rantaro likes kokichi's view on morality and that decoding kokichi's lies means they effectively have a secret language

and because of just how odd kokichi is and how outlandish his lies are, rantaro'll never get bored of him

kokichi asks "am i boring?" and the guy with Chronic Being Bored Disorder always says "no, never"

they invented romance

haha cool a guy with muted emotions concerning other people fell in love in a killing game and is now feeling a bunch of new, strong, overwhelming emotions! i wonder if this can be exploited in some way!!!!!!!!!!!

woof this got LONG!!!! anyway we love exploiting the mentally ill for shock value and television. team danganronpa sucks, good thing we don't do that!!

anyway if u want some elaboration on any of these hmu!!! i love to yap!!!!

[needleanddead]

going on a rampage of replying to asks that got abandoned btw. mostly about lucas (as is the way). under the cut, sorry if you see your ask from a million years ago!!!

general tws for cannibalism, murder, injury etc and one question about menstruation

lucas probably (read: definitely) built the cabin himself. the floors are old wooden boards; not the most comfortable, but not the worst! there are a number of rugs that look as though they were woven by hand; perhaps a victim before you? he wouldn't be overjoyed to see you sleeping on the floor - your poor back! - but if it's the middle of the day, and you're looking cute in a patch of sunlight . . . he just rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue and lays a blanket over you with a fond smile on his face. you will have to return to the bed or the couch later, though; lucas is far too old for snuggling on the floor and he really enjoys holding his darling.

you know what anon? you live your best life. lucas is a bit awkward and gruff when he's out in civilised society and sometimes this kind of thing goes over his head, but . . . always nice for an old man to feel like something pretty and young is flirting! and if you're silly enough to flirt all willy nilly with someone who may or may not be a mass-murderer cannibal - well, he's basically gotta take you home and keep you safe, right?

oh, ABSOLUTELY. i do think lucas makes a bit of a thing about holidays; he can take or leave halloween, but he's a sap for romantic christmas time, for valentine's day, for a kiss on midnight at new year's eve . . . so yes, he's celebrating his darling's birthday. hopefully you've told him that (if not, he saw it on your ID before it all got mysteriously waterlogged and ruined and lost at the bottom of a covered well on his property.) or you're going to be in for a mildly disconcerting surprise!

he finds you a present he thinks you'll like. he absolutely does try and get a cake, though he's not a dab hand at baking himself (he much prefers darling to be the one to do that, it just feels so much more homemaker-y!). he might get one in town and say it's for his birthday. little bit of wrapping paper, some streamers . . . no balloons because he can't stand the popping sounds.

and of course, it's not really properly your birthday until you're underneath him in bed and . . . you know . . .

so there isn't a like, canonical 'this is how many darlings lucas has had', but i always imagine the number hovering around eight or so. if this included the victims of all of his kill-and-eats, oof . . . but i think lucas - especially considering his general preference in soft sweet shy darlings - would feel as though he could take them on. they just need to work together . . .

i think if you were very well-behaved and careful what you asked for, you could probably get some kind of personal music device. not an ipod - that way lies computers, finding a way to put music on it - but perhaps a cd player and cds, or even a walkman or a cassette player. the first time you don't hear him when he calls because you're too plugged in, though . . . well. lucas giveth, lucas taketh away.

he's actually really a bit of a sweetheart about it. he's aware of these things, especially if his darling is afab - he's kind of clueless (definitely makes you write down the brand of pads you need and any info, and definitely drives a couple of towns away to get them), but when it comes to being taken care of . . .

lucas loves a darling who's a bit compromised, as long as they're pathetic about it. sniffling and snuggly and sad? he's all over it. so as long as you don't start getting angry and snappy, he's there with a hot water bottle and some of the chocolate he rarely ever buys and big hands gently rubbing over your stomach. won't let you do anything for yourself. he thinks the crying is cute and will snuggle and kiss and reassure and (unfortunately) get hard over it, the dacryphilia is strong.

but the snapping? he'll forgive it the first few times, but unfortunately you're right about the 'stern' correction. face set, voice warning. he won't punish you whilst you're still actively bleeding and in pain, but he remembers - and you'll get the punishment threefold when it's over. hope you didn't plan on sitting down !

honestly, that would be his preference. if you prefer staying inside? he's way less worried you're going to make a run for it. he loves a cute little homebody. it would be nice if, once the two of you were settled together - and lucas ofc is convinced that will happen - you showed a bit of interest in some nice, calm pursuits like gardening or spending time with the chickens . . . but he's not going to try and force you outside, when you're so much safer in the cabin!

he'd be patient!!! he speaks a little spanish (you pick up all sorts of things in the military, after all) though he's not all that great at it - his accent always bleeds through, no matter what he's doing. so if you're a spanish speaker, great! but he'll be patient with you and he'll probably try and learn a bit of your language too. his only irritation would be if he can't quite get across a telling off!

listen, anon. he's my OC and as my wish fulfilment OC i get to say 'yes'. he still might not deal well with it, but he'd at least make an effort. a couple of things, unfortunately, might get used against you if he thinks it will be to the advantage of keeping you inside - but lucas himself is suffering with something that might be ptsd (read: is), so he's not going to dismiss it out of hand.

i daresay SOMEONE will be offering to assist with the whole back blown out thing. not my fault. he's got to pay attention to his darlings, you see, because some of the others haven't worked out--

paranoia absolutely activated. he brings it up CONSTANTLY. he's worse about leaving you (locks you in, gets bars for the windows, even if he trusted you entirely before this, his trust in human beings otherwise is completely gone and keeping you safe is more important than keeping you happy). holds you so tightly you think you're going to suffocate. jumps on every syllable you stress strangely, like walking on a tightrope edge.

it's . . . it's not a good time for anyone. there's a reason he works so hard to be as off the grid as possible.

from february... crying.....

honestly i think he should get a dog. i think his darling deserves a dog. i think that your guilt tripping would work and you two would end up with a fluffy friend who slept on the couch with you and has to occasionally be shut out of the bedroom at night for a while. bonus - dog has plenty of bones to chew on!

piggy backs are free and allowed but he would prefer to princess carry you around if it's an option (and it has been, in the times he's broken an ankle to prove a point). when he's mad he's very much the 'fireman carry toss you over the shoulder' kind of man. doesn't even break a sweat.

[yuikomorii]

Ayato used to be special, that’s true but now? He pretty much lost the personality that made him stand out. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

No offense here but one thing I hate about dating sims is when the guy starts worshipping the MC to the point that they always do as she says whether if that’s wrong or right.

I can remember the times Ayato got in troubles due to trusting Yui’s words too much or caring too much about her comfort when more serious issues were around and I swear there is even a ‘I will build a castle for you’ scene ??? that made me cringe so bad

I don’t get what this fandom got with simps, it’s none of my business tho but that’s not even funny at this point anymore.

// No because at this point I’m convinced more than half of the fandom mischaracterizes Ayato so bad that I’m genuinely questioning whether you truly played the games/read the translations or you simply couldn’t care less about what you were playing/reading.

First of all, there is a distinction between worshiping and appreciating someone. Ayato treats Yui as an equal; he does not regard her as a goddess or an inferior, which is completely fine because this is the healthiest way for a relationship to function. He trusts her words so much because he loves her and believes in her abilities.

Secondly, Ayato didn’t lose his personality and if you went through his routes, listened to the serious CD dramas, read the official short stories + YB and paid attention to what’s written about him in the books, you would know that.

It was mentioned several times that Ayato’s true face is the one of a sweet and pure-hearted boy. Usually, when people hear the word “pure-hearted” they think of someone kind or innocent, but the term goes beyond that. Everyone can be kind sometimes, everyone was pure at some point and some still continue to be like that if life didn’t hit them hard enough but not everyone can be pure-hearted. Being pure-hearted ( 純情 ) means having a self-sacrificing devotion, helping and forgiving the ones who wronged you and empathizing with them. This perfectly describes Ayato because I swear, this boy is the King of Second Chances.

Even Rejet mentioned in the second picture that by touching the true side of Ayato, who always pretends to be strong, you will fall in love with him.

That’s actually a true statement and I can clearly see why he’s the apple of Yui’s eye because Ayato is by far the most hardworking and ambitious Diaboy and the fact he would do anything to make his girl happy, even starting to study in order to get into college (although part of his trauma has to do with it since Cordelia mercilessly punished him every time he refused to study), adds +100 respect points.

The "I'm gonna build a castle for you!" scene from his MB After Story wasn’t cringe at all; he was just trying to show Yui how grateful he is to have her by his side all the time. He didn't expect her to get a job too; he simply wanted to be the one who worked so as she could live a happy life and fulfill his role as her husband.

In the official after story of the MB After story (translated by Koiiro), Ayato stopped skipping classes at college so as to make Yui proud. He’s trying his best to be a better person just for her and if you still find THIS cringe, then… that’s on you.

Last but not least, it’s true that Yui’s decisions aren’t always the best but instead of blaming her for making dumb choices and Ayato for trusting her, why not blame the person who put them in an uncomfortable situation??

[charliedawn]

Jason's Capture

Synopsis : The story of how Jason was caught and sent to St Louis. Enjoy.

WARNING: PLUS SIZE READER, BULLYING AND MAIN CHARACTER’S DEATH ! ANGST ! SO MUCH PAIN AND ANGST !

It had never been easy to fit in. People tended to stay away from what they thought was different and as far as they were concerned, you were different. You had never been able to get out with a cute skirt without your thighs rubbing together and burning you. You couldn't run for long without feeling exhausted and there were no bakery lovers in town who didn't know your name.

You had tried diets of course, but it was difficult to stay in shape when the only real comfort you had ever felt in your life was from the very thing you had tried so hard to quit. And you couldn't get no card membership to the local gym, as you hated when people looked at you...

But, you had then managed to find one thing you could do without being bothered by your weight or other people’s stares. There was a particular spot near Crystal Lake where nobody ever went. People did say a monster lived there, but you hadn't seen any monsters so far. It was risky, but the risk was calculated. And, you also had no choice.

It was that, or staying at home every day until you grew roots and became a tree. And you weren't ready for that just yet. Besides, you liked Crystal Lake and never forgot to bring a gift for the forest's spirit. It was a silly old tradition to some, but you were one of the only people who did the right thing because they could—whether you believed in them or not.

So, after having left a couple of treats at your usual spot, you started undressing and made your way to the bridge. You couldn't wait to wash all your worries away. You felt at ease in the water, it made you feel refreshed and at peace. Of course, you never went to the lake during the holidays, knowing how people usually remembered its existence with the hot weather.

You normally never did things without thinking them through. You were the kind of girl to count every penny and check every corner for any danger that would come knocking at your door.

However, it was hot and sunny, and it was too much of a perfect opportunity to go take a swim to overlook. You knew the path by heart, the only one leading to Crystal Lake. You hummed on your way there and walked to the small pond—away from the crowded area. You walked in and the moment your body was submerged by water, you felt as if you could finally breathe. You were away from the town and of prying eyes—which was a bliss.

Being chubby was usually never easy to ignore, you had been a witness and a victim on many occasions. You had been called everything: pig, piggy, fatzo, fatty, miss bulges...At this point, you were happier in winter when you could cover yourself up than on spring break. But, like this, hidden by water and floating like a gentle leaf...you could easily get used to it.

But, you had forgotten about something.

You weren't the only one who knew about that particular secret spot.

Jason Voorhees knew it too…

Jason who was now observing you from afar, as he had been for the past few times you had come here. You were a regular. He knew all trespassers had to be taken care of, but he did leave a few of them alone when he was sure they weren't harmful. And, you seemed so happy inside his lake…He just couldn't resolve himself to take action right away. He had stayed hidden instead—behind a tree—when you had first appeared. He had also taken the things you had left on the way. Most of the time, it was food. But, sometimes he would be surprised by your offerings. You once brought a doll, a clipboard and a couple of CDs.

He knew they weren't for him, as you had never actually seen him, but he still accepted the gifts and let you use his lake as a thank you.

Even though, he sometimes observed you.

He couldn't help it, it had been a long time since he had allowed any visitors.

He watched as you closed your eyes with a small smile on your lips, your hands creating small ripples in the water as you kept yourself afloat. He had noticed that you usually never stayed out of the water too long without wrapping a towel around you. He didn't understand why—as he didn't understand the concept of shame. He thought you were beautiful...

He then heard other people come your way and groaned in annoyance. He was about to step out when he realized you would actually see him if he was to go see the new unwelcomed guests. He decided to stay hidden instead.

Unfortunately, you didn't hear the little crowd coming your way until it was too late.

The people were there and even though you were all shocked to see each other, one of the girls smirked maliciously as she called you—recognising you from her many trips to the bakery you assumed.

"Out for a swim, miss piggy ?! Oink oink !" It provoked general hilarity while you tried to swim away, but they wouldn't leave you be. One of the girls took a picture and laughed before whispering something in her boyfriend's ear. He nodded in agreement before grabbing your things and running away with them. You shouted at them to give them back, but the girl shouted back.

"GET OUT OF THE WATER, FATTY ! AND WE'LL BRING YOUR STUFF BACK ! PROMISE !" You felt hot tears run down your cheeks before you reluctantly indulged and got out of the water. The girls started giggling while the leader—you remembered her name was Kate—started taking more pictures of you as she agitated your towel right in front of your face—taunting you.

"Come on. Take it." You looked away and tried not to let them see how ashamed you were and the tears that were threatening to spill. You knew asking them to delete the pictures would be a waste of time. They would be circulating all over town by tomorrow morning.

You would have been happy if they at least had the decency to leave you the little dignity you had left. But, when you tried to take your towel back, the girl gripped it and instead of giving it back to you, she kicked you back in the water. You didn't expect it and started struggling to get back to the surface, one of the other girls started imitating pig squeals while another one started trying to sink you with a paddle.

"OINK OINK, PIGGY ! CAN'T EVEN SWIM RIGHT !" You were humiliated and now, you were scared they would actually drown you. The girl with the paddle prevented you from reaching the edge and you were starting to get tired. You tried to beg them, but only half-coherent gurgling sounds made itself past your lips, which only fuelled their amusement and cruel jeering.

"WHAT ?! WE THOUGHT YOU LIKED WATER ?! AREN'T YOU HIPPOS SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD AT SWIMMING, OR ARE YOU REALLY JUST A BIG FAT PIG ?!"

All you could do was endure it and hope they would eventually get bored. You let yourself be pulled to the bottom by gravity and were glad you couldn't see them anymore. You just wanted to disappear.

Jason's POV :

Jason witnessed the whole scene and felt his blood boiling in his veins. He had been bullied before, and it angered him to no end to see them hurt you. You had never disrespected his lake, you had even left gifts as an offering to the lake, showing you were a kind soul too.

And they dared hurt you. It wouldn't stand. He wouldn't let them hurt you anymore.

The moment you sank to the bottom, he got out of his hiding spot and trudged towards them with no hesitation whatsoever with his machete in hand. He swung it, and cut one of the girl's hands clean off. She hurled in pain as she held her bleeding hand and one of her friends tried to help her, but Jason slapped her so hard, she was knocked unconscious. He then stomped on their phones angrily and shattered them. The remaining girls immediately stood up to run away and Jason would have normally went after them, but he had more important things to take care of.

He jumped in the water after you, ignoring his fear of the water to go get you.

When he found you, he was scared he was too late. He grabbed you and carried you back to the surface. He then laid you down on the grass and checked that you were still breathing. Fortunately, he found a pulse and did the same gestures his mother had taught him the first time he had almost drowned. He refused to leave until he was sure you would be alright.

Once you coughed out the water in your lungs, you blinked twice before trying to make out the shadow standing before you. But, passed out again. Once he was convinced you would be alright, he took a second to admire your face and slowly ran his fingers along the side of it. Smooth…So smooth…He wanted to stay, but he knew you would most certainly be frightened by the sight of him when you would eventually wake up. He walked away instead.

Besides, the hunt wasn't over.

He still had to get rid of the people who had dared enter his forest and mock you.

It didn't take him long to find the boy who had stolen your bag. The boy laughed when he saw him and thought it was a costume at first.

"Sick costume, man. Where did you get it ?"

Instead of answering him, Jason twisted his neck. He didn't even try to hide the body. The animals would do it for him. Crystal lake was his domain and nobody could enter or exit without his approval. It was sacred ground, and Jason could feel when someone was foolish enough to try leaving.

It would take years before anyone would find the bodies of all the people he killed along the years.

He then picked up the bag and decided to go after the girls who he knew were on foot. He wouldn't let even one of them get out of his forest alive—not after what they had done to you. As expected, the girls were running up ahead and Jason had no trouble catching up to them.

He first took care of the girl who had been a mere bystander to the whole thing—a painless death. But then, he turned towards the two girls screaming and begging for their lives. He used his machete to cut off one of the girls' head while the other one got covered with her blood. She screamed even louder, but Jason didn't hear her.

That last one had been particularly cruel to you. She had used the paddle to sink you. She was going to get the worst judgment.

He lifted her up and wrapped his arms around her before squeezing. He kept squeezing until he felt the girl's bones being crushed under his sheer force. She couldn't breathe and he didn't stop—not until she was limp in his arms. He then let her fall to the ground unceremoniously and wiped his machete on his pants. He then walked away to his cabin to retrieve duffel bags he had hid in his truck.

He had to clean up the mess.

Back with you :

You blinked several times before sitting up and looking around. You were sure that you hadn't swam back to shore. So, how ? You didn't even have a towel to cover yourself with and had no choice but to get back on the road bare foot and shivering.

You thought at least one of the girls would have stayed behind, but they had obviously all taken off. You then wondered if one of the guys had decided to swim after you ? But, you quickly shook your head at the absurd idea. They wouldn't have been able to pull you out of the water...

You were starting to wonder if you hadn't been saved by the lake when you noticed something—or most specifically someone—on the road.

Your eyes widened as you recognized Kate, but with her hand missing and her face white as a sheet. You were about to ask her what had happened when you spotted a shadow behind her. Your eyes widened in horror as the shadow suddenly grabbed Kate and mercilessly stabbed her from behind with his machete. Kate opened her mouth to scream, but could only spurt out blood before falling to her knees. Finally, her eyes caught yours and you forced yourself not to cry as she mouthed.

"...Help me."

You took a couple of steps back and tried to run away, but couldn't. The masked man then raised his machete and was about to cut off her head when you stepped on a branch. He stopped dead in his tracks to look up at you. You finally screamed for him to stop and ran forward, but he seemed to ignore you and with one swift movement, Kate's head went flying.

You slowly stopped running and walked before coming to a full stop. You were just a few meters from him and when he looked up at you again, your eyes brimmed with tears.

You were frozen into place.

You tried to seem oblivious and smiled weakly at him. He stared at you, but you only walked past him—hoping he would let you be. There was nowhere to run or hide. And now that he had seen you, you knew that there was nothing to do but walk. You knew there was a police station not far from here…If you could only reach it. You could feel his eyes on you and forced yourself to walk forward, even though your foot had made contact with Kate's blood. You didn't want to think about it, but you knew the warm velvety liquid underneath your feet wasn't dirty water.

There were rumors of a man living in the woods and who used to kill people in the 1900s…But, you thought they were only rumors. His name was...Jack ? Jay ? Jason ? Yes. That's right.

His name was Jason Voorhees.

Suddenly, you felt a hand wrap around yours and shivered. You stopped walking and slowly turned around to find the serial killer a few inches from you, his hand wrapped around yours. You were so shocked, you didn't dare move and you stared at each other for a few seconds in perfect silence.

You wondered if he was going to kill you ? But, he didn't say anything. You kept staring at each other until he handed you something.

To your surprise, you recognized your bag.

It was a little bloody, and would have to be washed carefully when you reached home, but you were too stunned to even ponder on that now. You only took the bag and wrapped your second towel around your shoulders. You then looked up at the stranger and nodded in recognition, to which he replied with a small nod of his own. You now knew who were in those duffel bags...And suddenly, your initial idea to go seek the police vanished from your mind and your moral compass went silent.

They had scared you, beat you up and almost drowned you.

F*ck them all.

However, you were interrupted by a loud groan of pain from the backside of the truck. You recognized Whitney—one of the other girls who had used the paddle on you.

She was still alive.

She opened the door and tried to run away, but couldn't take more than a few steps before collapsing on the ground in front of you. She then extended a hand towards you and begged with teary eyes.

"Please…Help me."

You were terrorized, and even if you wanted to, you couldn't have helped her. Jason looked down at her, as if she was just an ant and to your horror, he crushed her skull under his foot. It took all of your willpower not to throw up as he raised his foot with a sickening squelch before turning back towards you.

He sought judgment in your gaze next, but only found numbness. They had made your life hell and had left you for dead in that lake.

As far as you were concerned ?

They could all go to hell.

The man didn't say anything before turning around and walking away. He still stopped to glance one last time at you and you felt as if he was waiting for something.

You raised your hand and waved him farewell.

He seemed to be satisfied by that, as he then continued to walk away. After a moment, you did the same in the opposite direction and purposefully chose to ignore the bloody trail on the ground.

Once you were in town, you heard someone behind you. But, you didn't stop, as you were afraid it was Jason who had decided to go after you to finish the job. But then, someone called out your name.

"Y/N !" You finally looked back and smiled when you recognized your friend Liam waving at you. He jogged towards you and linked his arm with yours amically.

"Hey. Thought you were supposed to wait for me at the lake ?" Your smile faltered as you thought back on what had just happened. You really didn't want to share that with him, or try to explain why you hadn't said anything to anyone yet…

"Yeah. Sorry. Kate and the others came and you know how it is with them..." Liam's smile disappeared immediately and he gave you a worried once-over.

"Sh*t. Are you okay ?" You nodded and smiled reassuringly at him—touched by his concern.

"Yes. Just...tired." He nodded understandingly before squeezing your forearm compassionately.

"Yeah. I bet. Too bad I wasn't with you. I would have given them the beating of their lives." You laughed and didn't doubt a second of the sincerity behind his words. Liam had arrived a few months ago and used to belong to Kate's gang, but was left out for a stupid reason. Apparently, he had rejected Kate, and it had led to his definite expulsion from the cool gang. Fortunately for the both of you, he had then started talking to you and realized it was best to befriend you than beat the crap out of you—like the rest of them. People usually left you alone when he was around. And, you had to admit having grown accustomed to his presence. He made you smile and feel good. You would have asked him out, if it wasn't for him being a total hunk. He was clearly out of your league, as Kate had reminded you multiple times in the past.

'At this point, you would have more chances asking a horse.'

And even though you knew better than to listen to others, you had to admit she had a point. There was no way—and you had learnt to accept it. But, whenever he would smile at you, you completely forgot about your own rules and your heart couldn't help but pang loudly in your chest.

"Let me walk you home. People have started talking of people disappearing those days. Wouldn't want you to be next." he informed you and you nodded absent-mindedly.

You didn't tell Liam you weren't worried because you knew the reason for the many people disappearing. You didn't tell him about Jason, because you were scared of what he would say. You hadn't gone to the police, and you didn't want Liam to think any less of you. You didn't want to lose the only friend you had because of your poor life choices. You were then broken out of your thoughts when Liam stopped and you looked back quizzically at him as he seemed nervous when he asked.

"Say...I was thinking of sneaking out tomorrow tonight and take a ride in my old man's boat...Wanna come ?" It wasn't unusual for you and Liam to get out at night to take midnight's boat rides. It helped you unload, and you could talk privately. You could never say no and this wouldn't be the exception. You smiled and nodded.

"Sure. I would love to."

He smiled brightly and your heart made a loop in your chest. He then kissed your cheek before waving you goodbye. You waved back and tried to hold back the butterflies in your stomach. If only…If only…You closed the door and your smile dropped instantly as you found yourself staring at your reflection in the huge mirror in the hallway. You hated it. You threw the towel on it before going up the stairs.

What were you thinking ? Did you really think he could actually like you ? You sighed and climbed up the stairs with a certain dejection with each step you took. When you were in your bedroom, you thought back on what had happened near the lake and sighed. Your mind went from the people who you had surely inadvertently doomed, the way they had held you under water and how your lungs had filled with water and how you had felt someone pull you out...They were about to let you drown and if it wasn't for that man, you would have.

Your thoughts then turned to the man who had killed them—surely the same who had rescued you—mercilessly plunging his machete in the body of one of your old bullies. It was horrifying...You knew it was wrong, but you didn't feel any guilt. You even felt relieved that you wouldn't have to face them ever again.

Did that make you insane ?

You sighed before lying down on your bed.

You instantly fell asleep…

The next day:

You woke and immediately thought about Jason. You hadn’t actually thanked him for saving your life…Maybe would it be better to do it instead of risking his wrath ?

You then threw a couple of cupcakes in a bag—just in case. You were about to open the door—ready to go back—when the voice of your mother sounded from downstairs.

"Sweetie ! Could you come down for a second ?"

You held back an exhausted sigh before shouting that you were coming. You ran down the stairs and froze when you saw the police in your living room. You mother smiled reassuringly at you before patting the place between her and your father invitingly.

"Come and sit down, honey. They have a couple of questions for you."

You gulped and tried not to look too nervous. You knew looking away would give away you were hiding something, so you made sure to keep your eyes on the policemen.

"Where were you yesterday morning ?"

You thought back on the incident, wondering if you should just come clean and denounce the man who had killed them. But then, you only shrugged and replied simply.

"I went to the lake and took a swim."

One of the policemen wrote it down and you tried not to fidget too much in their presence.

"Did you see anyone while you were there ? Anyone suspicious ?"

You pretended to be thinking about it before shrugging once more and offering the officer your best smile.

"Not that I can remember. Why ? Did something happen ?" you asked with false concern and the officer immediately shook his head.

"Just a few people missing. We're trying to retrace their steps and see where they were before their disappearance."

You felt a chill run down your spine at the memory of Jason's machete going right through Kate's body...It did make you uneasy. You knew they were bad people, but you didn't like knowing you had something to do with their deaths. It left a bitter taste in your mouth and suddenly, your throat felt constricted as you answered.

"That's…awful. I'll be sure to warn you if I hear anything." Maybe it was the way you had hesitated on what word to use, or the few seconds you had taken to say it...But, one of the officers' eyes narrowed when you used the word awful.

"Yeah…You do that." his voice held a hint of skepticism, but you only nodded and they finally left.

The moment they were out, only one thought remained.

You had to warn him.

Your parents did seem worried and asked you to stay home for the night, but you knew you had to say something. Jason may have killed people, but he had also helped you.

It was time to return the favor.

You didn't hesitate before opening your bedroom window and jumping out. Besides, you still had to meet up with Liam tonight…

At Crystal lake :

You ran inside the woods and even though you had no idea on how to find Jason, you had written him a letter and were determined to give it to him. It would be a simple exchange. You had studied everything you could find on Jason Voorhees on the internet and had succeeded in finding an article on the old Voorhees estate. It was supposed to be composed of a small wooden cabin and a back study. You had in mind to slip the letter in his mailbox or under his doorstep before walking away—undetected.

You knew that part of the forest to be mostly abandoned and ignored the keep away signs. You hoped he didn't have any guard dogs or you would be dead before he even knew what you wanted to say.

You tiptoed to his house and sighed in relief when you reached the cabin and pulled out the letter from your inner pocket. You took a step forward and...slipped. You slipped and fell in a pond. In a matter of seconds, you were surrounded by toads and had surely woken up all the inhabitants of said pond.

You heard shuffling ahead and held your breath.

Fortunately, it was only a racoon that quickly scurried off. You must have scared it away…But then, you heard something behind you. You managed to crane your neck just enough to see a shadow holding crates in the distance. You couldn't distinguish his face in the distance, but you guessed it was a man. He was tall and kept going back and forth from his house to his...truck. Now, you weren't a specialist in trucks—but you remembered that one of Jason’s rear view mirrors was missing and you doubted someone else would have moved in the Voorhees house without Jason knowing about it. You stayed hidden though and kept staring at the man who had a slow and powerful gait. He seemed normal from here.

But then, something landed on your head.

You blinked twice before slowly lifting your hand to touch the unidentified thing...only to touch something slimy and covered with mucus. No need to say, you internally freaked out. You were half buried in mud and dirty water, in the middle of a dangerous forest at merely a few feet from its most dangerous resident...and now, a frog/toad had decided to nestle in your hair…What were you thinking exactly when you decided any of this was a good idea ?

And when you thought things couldn't get any worse, the creature on top of your head decided it to be the best time to croak. Now, it wouldn't have been such a bad thing if he had been the only one, but that one croak was enough to initiate a great scale reaction and soon enough, there was a chorus of croaks all around you…

The man suddenly stopped and seemed to listen attentively before slowly turning towards the pond. You still couldn't see his face in the darkness, but you did hear his breathing as he approached.

He stopped just a few inches from you and you tried to remain very still as he scrutinized the pond—searching for the reason of the wild life's agitation. His shoes were inches from your face and even though you were pretty sure he hadn't seen you yet—you were terrified. Jason stopped just in front of your hiding spot and your heart beat wildly in your chest as you thought about him actually finding you. But, you forced yourself to remain quiet and stay hidden. You were surrounded by croaking toads, but you hoped the bushes would hide you enough...until the toad on top of your head hopped off its favorite spot and landed on Jason's shoes—gaining his attention.

He slowly tilted his head downwards to stare at it and even though that toad had been the start of your precarious situation, you hoped he wouldn't actually hurt it.

It then started croaking louder than the others and Jason crouched to look at it. You closed your eyes and prayed for the damn toad to just shut up. It would save his life. And yours.

But then, you were surprised when the giant cupped it in his hands and started petting its head gently with the tip of his index. He then stood back up and started walking away. When he was far enough, you let out a small relieved sigh and got the letter out. You grimaced at the pitiful state it was in and knew nobody would read it at this point. You dropped it and crawled forward until you were on dry land, certain you were safe now.

You thought he was gone—you thought wrong.

Suddenly, a hand shot up from the darkness and grabbed your wrist to yank you up. You felt the sharp edge of a blade pressed against your throat before you could even take another breath. His mask was back on and he seemed upset. And for the first time since you had met, you were genuinely scared he was going to kill you.

"Please…Don't hurt me." You begged, even though you knew it to be futile. But, Jason halted and seemed to be trying to decipher your shape in the darkness. But, unsuccessful in doing so, he dragged you back to where there was moonlight to see your face and finally, his eyes lit up in recognition. He loosened his grip and lowered his machete. He then looked around—in case you had decided to bring some friends with you.

"I...I'm alone." you answered his silent question and Jason looked back at you before pointing straight at you and then doing a circular motion to indicate the surroundings. You guessed he was asking why you were here and you took a couple of seconds before answering.

"The police is looking for you. I wanted to warn you anonymously by letter, but it caught water." you explained and Jason tilted his head to the side quizzically. Was that the reason you had come here all on your own ? To warn him ? Didn't you know the police never came around here ? They knew better by now…Nobody stepped on Voorhees territory. But, he still appreciated your consideration and released you. You stroked your wrist before handing him the bag where you had put the cupcakes.

"Here. I thought you would like them. It's a...thank you gift."

He seemed hesitant, but finally accepted the gift. You both stood still until someone called your name.

"Y/N ! Where are you ?!"

Oh. Liam was here.

You tried to tell the giant you hadn't meant to bring him, but his gaze hardened and he glared at you before walking away. You watched him leave and quickly ran in the opposite direction. You didn't want Liam to find this place, or Jason to spot him first.

When you finally found him, he was on the edge of the water and waved at you as he spotted you.

"Here you are ! I thought you had forgotten about me." he playfully accused you and you shook your head before climbing in.

"Me ? Nah. I just thought you wouldn't come with the curfew." He raised a skeptical eyebrow at you before chuckling.

"Yeah. Right. As if I would ever listen to a word they say...Do you know that they say it's a monster that took Kate and the others ? A literal monster. Can you imagine ? Ah ! What nonsense ! Knowing them, they must be passed out somewhere..." Your laugh felt so fake as your eyes returned to the shore and you were sure to have seen a shadow standing there.

"Yeah...Nonsense."

A week later :

Jason had been angry at first. To think he had almost believed you. But then, he had calmed down and reflected on what had happened. You and the other man had been alone and no one else had tried to get near Crystal Lake since then, which meant you had indeed not disclosed his existence to anyone else.

Then, his thoughts converged to the bag.

You had come to warn him. You had even given him a gift. He wondered why ? It wasn't as if he wouldn't have killed them anyway…Nobody had ever thanked him for killing people before. It felt strange.

Jason had tried not to let curiosity get the best of him, but he had still been unable to resist looking at what was in that bag. He found a couple of cupcakes inside. He didn't remember when he had last ate anything other than squirrels or wild game…He took a bite and was surprised to find that they didn't taste half bad. They tasted like sugar and strawberries...Before he knew it, the whole content of the bag was gone.

He then stood up and put his mask back on before folding the bag carefully to return it. It was time to give you a visit..,

In town :

Your father had asked you to go buy groceries and you couldn't help but add a few chocolate bars to the list. You smiled politely at the cashier before putting all your items in front of her, but she then made a disgusted face at the sight of the treats.

"Get those back on their shelf, fatzo. You don't need them." Your face whitened at the insult and you tried not to cry as you only nodded and quickly put them back. You then scurried off the shop—unaware of the figure standing in the shadows.

Jason saw you leaving upset, and he didn't like it. He entered and went directly to the aisle you had left to retrieve what you wanted to buy. He then stood before the cashier who scoffed mockingly at his appearance.

"Great, two freaks in one day.."

Jason's hands tightened into fists and he didn't hesitate before taking the woman by the hair and smashing her face against the counter. She screamed once and was about to do it again, but Jason didn't let her. He smashed the head again and again until her face was just a pile of mush.

He hoped you didn't mind a little blood on your chocolate bars ?

That night :

You ate dinner with your parents before walking upstairs. You just wanted to lie down forever and since you hadn't seen Jason in a while, you guessed he must have forgotten about you. It was back to your normal life—even though the policemen were still searching for the people who had killed Kate and the others.

You went to bed and tried to conjure any sympathy for the people he had killed—but nothing came. They had hurt you, and it wasn't you who had killed them.

You closed your eyes and slowly started drifting off to sleep.

You knew there was nothing you could have done and even though it was wrong, you didn't feel any guilt. You wouldn't lose sleep of them...You wouldn't...Your eyes snapped open.

He was here. He was in your home. You were sure of it. Was he there to hurt you ? Should you scream ? You opened your mouth, but you then remembered that your parents were downstairs. You didn't want them to get hurt. Instead, you gathered your courage and glanced at the darkest corner of your home where he was sitting—apparently unbothered.

As soon as you sat up however, he was by your side in a mere second and one hand clamped itself over your mouth before you could utter a peep.

"Ssh..." He shushed you and raised his index to where his mouth would be behind the mask and you nodded shortly to tell him you understood. He then slowly released you and once he was sure you wouldn't scream, he relaxed beside you.

You smiled and put your hand in his, but frowned as you felt a soft fabric and finally noticed the bandage around his hand.

"Jason...Who...Who did that to you ?"

You were upset at the mere thought of him being hurt and Jason used sign language to answer.

*Who did that to you ?*

He then pointed to your own scars and you bit your lower lip. Some were old and from your own body's natural reaction to the fat accumulated there, but the recent ones were all from different places—including your own home. Sometimes, you had trouble moving around and often unintentionally broke things. You then either picked everything up and cut yourself without meaning to. Some people didn't understand what it was like to move when you hated your own body…It was like wearing a skin that wasn't yours and you could sometimes forget who you were…

But, you shook your head and tried to smile. At this point, you had no idea why he was doing this. Why was he here ?

He then slowly pulled out something from inside his overalls and you closed your eyes—waiting for the pain of a blade or something... But instead, you felt nothing and cautiously opened one eye. You then opened both of them wide in surprise as he handed you the chocolate bars you had sought to buy that mean lady. But, he hadn't only brought those. Your eyes widened as you realized he had also brought you back your bag.

"Wait…You brought me back my bag ? Is that why you broke in ?" You asked—flabbergasted. He nodded affirmatively before taking a step forward and putting the items in your hands. He then watched you intently and you felt as if he was waiting for some kind of approval. You smiled and took it out of his hands.

"Thank you." You then looked up at him and the sight of your smile made Jason's heart beat a little faster. His breathing intensified and for a second, you thought he was mad at you for some reason—but he didn't say anything. He examined you more closely and raised his hand to take a strand/curl of your hair. You flinched at the unexpected contact, but didn't pull away. He then started playing with your hair and his eyes squinted slightly as he smiled. You smiled back and caught yourself thinking that he didn't seem that bad. He had killed people in front of you, but for some reason, he acted quite differently with you. However, he then started grabbing and squeezing your arms. That—that crossed the line. You pulled away and let out an awkward laugh.

"Wow. Wow. Big guy. I'm not a plushie."

He let out a plaintive moan before suddenly pulling you back in his arms before you could protest...He didn't seem to understand your struggles—nobody had ever held you like that before. They always hesitated, were disgusted or tried to overlook the obvious. But, Jason didn't seem to care, and that felt odd to you.

"Now, wait a minute ! I—!" Jason dared cover your protest with a soft snore and you tried to wiggle your way out of his grip—but it only made him hold you closer against him. At the end, you had no choice but to resolve yourself to your current situation.

Okay. Maybe, you could stay like this for a little longer..

"Hum...Okay then. Goodnight." You told him. He hummed in response and you held back an eye roll before closing your eyes, oblivious as to the smile that matched on both your faces as you fell asleep.

The next day :

You woke up and found that you were alone in the bed. You sighed and rubbed your eyes before standing up. You had to open the bakery today…Your parents usually took care of the preparation and you were handling customers.

"Hello. How can I help you today ?" You asked a man who had entered the bakery.

He remained silent. He just took a look around and you guessed he must have been one of the new clients…You respected his will for silence as his eyes traveled the counter and the different shelves around you. He then pointed to one specific cake on the right side of the see-through counter and you smiled.

"So...A mama's boy, huh ?"

You knew it was Mother's day today and a lot of people would come in thanks to it, but it took you by surprise when the man didn't answer. He only stared at the cake before sliding a couple of green papers of the table.

"I'm sure she'll like it." You told him.

He smiled and you couldn't help but smile back.

As you packaged the cake, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of quiet curiosity about the man. There was something about him that seemed almost…familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it. His silence felt deliberate, like he had his reasons for not speaking. It wasn’t unusual for people to be quiet when they visited the bakery—some just came for the food and didn’t engage much—but there was something different about him.

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?" you asked as you handed him the cake, keeping your tone light and friendly, though you still felt that unexplainable sense of familiarity tugging at you.

He shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving the counter for too long. His fingers brushed the cake box before he turned and walked out of the bakery, disappearing as quietly as he had entered.

You stood there for a moment, pondering, before shaking your head and moving on. It was just another customer, after all. Still, that brief interaction lingered with you, and as you turned back to the counter to prepare for the next customer, you wondered if you'd ever see him again.

As you busied yourself with the day's tasks, a sense of unease began to settle in. Perhaps it was because of the strange encounter with the man or maybe something else entirely, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something—or someone—was watching you. You glanced out the window, but the streets outside were busy with people rushing by, none of them seeming to pay you any mind.

Still, the feeling wouldn’t leave…

You usually spent every Friday evening with Liam at the theater since you usually closed early. He waved at you enthusiastically and you smiled before joining him. He usually picked the movie, as he was a films’ major or something and you thought he had more knowledge on the matter than yourself. You had never been proven wrong so far.

"Hey. Thought we would be watching a horror movie together. Sounds good ?" he asked and you nodded before buying the snacks. You liked the theater, as it was usually empty during the holiday, as most people preferred to leave.

"Yeah." you replied absent-mindedly. You didn't want to sound rude by your short answers, but you were really starting to question your sanity. You weren't even sure if you had just imagined the last few days and it was all just a big fever dream.

You could see on Liam's face that he was concerned, but he didn't say anything.

You bought two tickets and as usual, you were greeted with an empty theater room. Nobody in the village was interested in movies, they all had better things to do.

But this time, someone joined you.

You missed the stranger who sat just a few rows away from you—but Liam didn't.

He frowned and their eyes met in the darkness. He shivered slightly as he found the stranger's eyes devoid of any light. It was like staring at the dead. He returned his attention to you and pinched your arm to get your attention before whispering in your ear.

"Do you know this guy ?"

You discreetly took a glance behind you and found the man who had bought you the cake staring rather intently at you. His shape in the darkness did remind you of Jason, but it was difficult to tell without the mask on. You then shook your head and pretended to not have a clue.

"Never seen him before in my life." you lied and tried not to think too much about it. But, it was difficult to concentrate on what was going on in the movie when you felt his constant staring.

Enough was enough. You turned towards him and yelled—exasperated.

"Stop following me ! You saved my life. I kept your secret. We're done. Even. Finito."

He shushed you and clapped his hand firmly over your mouth and the other one around your throat. But then, his hands started moving..down. He started stroking your hips with his thumbs and traced the outline of your lips with the other. It was as if he was repeating every gesture Liam had made in the theater. He then kissed you.

That's when it hit you.

Jason was jealous.

Welp. That definitely didn't help your situation.

You tried to wiggle yourself out of his grip, but it was like trying to move a wall with your bare hands. Impossible.

Did he really want you to follow him ?

"Listen, this is really not the moment and I..."

"NOW !" he demanded before punching the wall next to you—trying to scare you into submission. But, you didn't let it intimidate you and replied with the same intonation.

"LATER !"

He was surprised that you would talk back at him and you took that moment of confusion to explain.

"Look. Not the time, nor the place to talk about it, buddy. I need to get out, or Liam will get worried. We can talk about it later, alright ?"

You didn't even let him answer before walking past him and exiting the bathroom.

You quickly made your way back to Liam, who was sitting in his seat, looking concerned but trying to keep up his usual upbeat demeanor. He was practically bouncing in his seat, eager for the movie to start, but his eyes flicked to you as you returned, his expression a mix of curiosity and worry.

"Everything okay ?" he asked quietly, not wanting to make a scene, but his concern was evident in his voice.

You nodded quickly, flashing him a reassuring smile, even though you were anything but sure of your emotions. Jason’s presence in the theater was unsettling, but you weren’t about to let Liam know the details of your strange interaction with him—especially since Jason wasn’t exactly someone you could explain away easily. The last thing you needed was for Liam to think you were losing your mind.

"Yeah, just...I think I’m more tired than I thought," you lied, hoping to push the conversation in a different direction. "Let’s just enjoy the movie, yeah ?"

Liam studied you for a second, his brow furrowing slightly, but he gave a small nod and turned back toward the screen. You sat beside him, feeling a weight settle in your chest as you tried to push thoughts of Jason aside. Still, you couldn’t help but feel like the atmosphere in the theater had changed. It was like Jason’s shadow loomed over you, and you couldn’t escape it.

As the movie played on, you tried to focus, but every sound, every flicker of movement in the dark corners of the room, seemed to remind you of Jason. You were constantly aware of his presence, even though he wasn’t physically there. Your heart raced, and your thoughts swirled, until the quiet, eerie stillness of the theater only heightened your sense of unease.

Eventually, Liam noticed your distracted behavior and nudged your arm, pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts.

"Hey, you okay ? You seem a bit...off," he said gently, his voice full of concern. "If you want to leave, we can head out. It’s not a big deal."

You hesitated for a moment, weighing the options in your mind. On one hand, staying with Liam would be the safest and most normal choice, and you could pretend everything was fine. On the other hand, you felt an overwhelming need to confront Jason, to understand what was happening. It felt like you were caught between two worlds—one where you tried to pretend everything was okay, and another where the chaos of your reality continued to push against you, relentless and unavoidable.

With a heavy sigh, you decided to just let things be for the moment.

"I'm fine," you told Liam, forcing a smile. "Just a bit tired, that's all. Let’s just finish the movie, alright ?"

He nodded, though his expression was still laced with doubt. You tried your best to focus on the movie, but all you could think about was Jason. What did he want from you ? Why couldn’t he just leave you alone ?

As Liam drove you home that evening, the tension in the air felt thick. His usual chatter had faded into silence, and you could tell he was still thinking about everything that had happened earlier in the theater. He glanced over at you a few times, but you were too distracted to notice, your mind still consumed by the thoughts of Jason and what you were going through.

The car came to a stop outside your house, and you unbuckled your seatbelt, about to step out when Liam's voice broke the quiet.

"Hey, wait a second," he said, his tone more serious than you were used to. "There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you."

You turned to face him, trying to appear calm, though your stomach churned in anticipation of what was coming. "What’s up ?"

Liam shifted in his seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel a bit too tightly. "It’s about Kate...and the others." He hesitated for a moment, like he was unsure how to approach the topic. "Do you know anything about...what really happened to them ?"

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. You hadn’t expected this. Your first instinct was to deny everything, to tell him that you didn’t know anything, but the words stuck in your throat. You didn’t want to lie to him, but you also didn’t know how to explain the truth without making everything worse.

"I...I don’t know much," you said softly, looking down at your hands in your lap. "I mean, I was with them sometimes, but I didn’t—" You stopped, unsure of what to say next.

Liam didn’t press you right away, sensing your discomfort, but he wasn’t going to let the topic go so easily. "But you were close with Kate, right? You guys were friends." His eyes searched your face for any sign of understanding, as if trying to connect dots. "You must know something about what happened, Y/N. You know there’s been rumors about how they were all...well, killed. And people keep talking about how the town’s not been the same since it happened and how they were last seen entering the forest."

You could feel the pressure of his gaze on you, and the walls you had built up inside yourself began to feel like they were crumbling. You couldn’t lie to him forever, but at the same time, you didn’t want to get caught up in all of it—the chaos, the danger, everything that came with Jason.

"I don’t know everything," you said finally, voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe something happened to them...but I don’t know what. I don’t have all the answers, Liam."

Liam looked like he was processing what you said, his brow furrowing as if he were trying to make sense of the pieces. "I get that," he said slowly. "But you must have noticed something, right ? You’re always so observant, Y/N. I’m not accusing you of anything, but if there’s something you know—anything—about what happened to them, you should tell me. The cops are still looking for answers."

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. The last thing you wanted was to get tangled in the investigation, especially when it involved Jason. But deep down, you knew Liam was just trying to help. He was concerned for you and trying to make sense of everything that had been happening. You didn’t want to drag him into the mess that was your life, though.

"I swear, I don’t know anything more than what I’ve told you." You said, giving him a pained smile. "I wish I did, but I really don’t. You know how things are around here. People come and go, and nobody ever talks about it. It’s like everyone’s too afraid to know what’s really going on."

Liam didn’t seem satisfied with your answer, but he didn’t push any further. Instead, he nodded slowly and turned off the engine. "Alright," he said softly. "But if you ever remember anything—anything at all—just let me know, okay ?"

You gave a small, tentative nod. "Yeah. I will. Thanks, Liam."

He seemed to accept your answer, but the lingering look of worry in his eyes told you that he wasn’t entirely convinced. "Take care, Y/N," he said before getting out of the car. As you watched him walk toward his own house, you couldn't shake the feeling that everything was spiralling out of control. You had a secret, a dangerous one, and it was only a matter of time before someone figured it out.

Back in your bedroom :

That night, after Liam left, you walked inside and started preparing for bed. The day had been exhausting, and you were hoping for a bit of peace before everything became too overwhelming. You closed the curtains and settled into bed, trying to relax, but your mind kept wandering back to the events of the day.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a faint scratching noise coming from your bedroom window. You froze. The sound was soft but distinct, as if someone was gently running their fingers along the glass. For a split second, you wondered if it was your imagination playing tricks on you, but then it came again—faint, deliberate, and very real.

You stood up slowly and walked towards the window, heart pounding in your chest. As you pulled back the curtain, you were met with a sight that made your stomach drop.

Jason was there—his hulking figure half-crouched and awkwardly stuck between the window frame and the ledge outside. He looked like he had tried to crawl in through the window but had misjudged the space, leaving him in a rather undignified position. His legs were caught on either side, his arms strained as he attempted to push himself forward, but he couldn’t quite make it.

You stared for a moment, unable to suppress a laugh at the absurdity of it all. Jason, the terrifying slasher who could crush bones with ease, was stuck in your window like some kind of confused, oversized child.

"Jason..." You muttered, unsure if you should help him or push him out entirely. "What are you doing ?"

He didn't respond, of course, but you could see the frustration in his movements. His large hands tried to adjust, and the sound of his muffled grumbling filtered through the mask, making it clear he wasn’t too happy about his predicament.

You bit your lip, still unsure of what to do. Was this some weird, desperate attempt to get close to you again ? Or had he simply miscalculated ?

With a heavy sigh, you crossed the room and pulled the window up a little more to give him more room. Jason grunted as he pushed against the frame, finally managing to free his legs. He scrambled into your room with surprising grace for someone of his size, but there was still an awkwardness about his movements. It was as if he wasn’t used to such confined spaces.

Once he was inside, he straightened up, towering over you, and looked down at you expectantly. You raised an eyebrow, feeling both exasperated and somewhat amused.

"Really ? This is your idea of a grand entrance ?" You crossed your arms over your chest, still processing the bizarre situation.

Jason didn't speak, of course, but his hands twitched toward you. You felt a mix of emotions—nervousness, confusion, but something else too, something that tugged at you. You stepped back slightly, unsure of whether he was just being awkward or if he was trying to send a message.

He gently reached for your hand, his touch far less aggressive than it had been before. It felt oddly careful, like he didn’t want to hurt you.

"Jason," you whispered, your voice softer now. "What is it this time ?"

He didn’t answer, but instead, slowly reached up to touch the bandage around his hand. You noticed it again—the injury that had been there the last time you saw him. It seemed like it was still bothering him, but now it was just another strange detail to add to the pile of questions.

You moved closer, your fingers lightly brushing against the bandage. "Who did this to you ?" you asked, genuinely concerned.

He looked at you for a long moment, then, in the same eerie silence, signed with his large, careful hands: Who did that to you?

You stopped, staring at his hands as he signed the question. You understood what he meant, of course, but it was unsettling to hear the same question directed back at you. You glanced at the scars on your own body, memories of past injuries resurfacing, but you swallowed them down.

"I—" You sighed, knowing you couldn’t avoid this conversation forever. "It’s not the same, Jason. You don't know what it's like... having to live in this body every day. It’s different."

Jason tilted his head, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his posture—almost like he was trying to understand.

After a long pause, you finally broke the silence. "You...You came here tonight because you’re worried about me, aren't you ?"

He didn’t respond with words, but his actions spoke louder than any reply could. He gently reached for you again, this time pulling you into his arms with a softness that was entirely at odds with his usual forceful demeanor.

You didn’t fight him. You couldn’t. There was something strangely comforting about his hold, despite everything that had happened. Maybe it was the fact that Jason, in his own twisted way, was the only one who didn’t see you as broken, or worthless, or anything less than someone worth protecting—no matter how flawed you were.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself rest in his arms for a moment. For once, you weren’t questioning everything or worrying about what tomorrow would bring. In that moment, it was just you and Jason, an unexpected pair bound by an understanding that neither of you could explain.

"Okay," you whispered. "We’ll talk later. For now...You can stay."

Jason’s mama used to tell him that he was a big boy. It wasn't bad. At least, Jason had never thought so…She had told him to choose a woman who he knew would stay. She had also told him breaking her legs was one way to do it, but he didn't want to hurt you. He just didn't want to make it hurt, or make you feel like he didn't understand. He understood perfectly and only replied by using sign language.

Your eyes widened as you realized something...You thought the reason Jason didn't talk was because he hadn't learnt or spent enough time around people to do so. But, no. Jason didn't talk because he was deaf. It made sense now. The way he was staring at your lips whenever you would talk, the way he would touch your face whenever he could in the dark, the way he ignored you whenever he wouldn't be facing you straight on...You reached for his hand and placed his fingertips on your lips before uttering the word.

"Sorry."

He nodded once before tapping your knee significantly. It was his way of accepting your apology you guessed.

He took a couple of deep breaths and for a moment, you thought he was actually asleep, but the hands clamped firmly on your thighs was a clear indication that he wasn't. He pulled off his mask and took a big breath. You noticed his pained expression, as if the very mask was a misery to him…You reluctantly raised your hands to his face and started stroking it gently. He whined like a wounded animal…

"...Y/N."

You stopped.

The way he said your name was uncanny…it showed he wasn’t used to using his voice too much. You then noticed that your hand had landed on his arm, and his eyes were staring at the point of contact. You were about to retrieve it when he shook his head and put his hand above yours.

"No."

He didn’t want you to stop touching him.

It was nice being touched by someone.

Jason rested his head on your shoulder.

That’s when you asked…

"Say Jason…Do you actually like me ?"

Like...you ? Jason frowned and tried to find the right answer. It was not easy for someone who had never really liked anyone, or even been liked before. Since it was probably too complicated, you decided to make it simpler by asking.

"Do you like how I look ? Am I pretty to you ?"

And this time, he spoke.

"Jason...Does not like pretty."

You waited for him to develop, but realized he wouldn't, so you insisted.

"What do you mean...You don't like pretty ?"

It was not that he didn't find you pretty. Of course he did…But, he didn't like what others called pretty. He didn't want weak, he didn't want perfect, he didn't want flawless…He wanted someone he could grab without being afraid to hurt, he wanted someone to share his passion for Crystal Lake, he wanted someone who he could listen to and never get bored of, someone who would actually willingly stay with him, he wanted...He stared at your belly and stroked it with his thumbs.

He wanted you.

He embraced you and took a big breath before burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking a handful of your hair. He was comfortable just holding you and making sure you knew how he felt.

"Like...Y/N..."

He didn't need words to make you feel understood and you then decided to give him something more. Jason had kissed you before—out of jealousy. But he had killed and helped you many times over. If it would soothe him then…you would return the favour. You gently kissed him. Jason didn’t like his face. He hid it for a good reason. He was ugly. He was a very ugly man. But…that didn’t make you disgusted. He had offered you an escape. Time to repay that.

Jason shivered as you brought your lips to his and when you tried to pull away, he brought your lips back. He clamped his large hand over the back of your neck to keep you in place as the other one was on your hand. He didn’t go further than that…You both laid down on the bed afterwards and even though Jason was twice your size in height, he didn't complain. He couldn't when he had finally been able to share a night with a woman.

That was what that was, right ?

He gently wiped your face and wondered if he should propose now ? His mother had told him that if he got a girl to stay with him the night, he would have to take her with him and get her pregnant before she could escape…That last part did sound rather strange to him, but he hadn't really thought about it until now.

You lay there in the quiet, Jason's steady breathing against your skin, and for a moment, everything felt strange but comforting. The weight of his large body beside you didn’t feel like a burden, but rather a strange sense of security. Your heart was still racing from everything that had happened, but in this moment, with Jason holding you, it was hard to focus on anything but the feeling of his warmth.

You couldn’t help but wonder about everything—the way Jason had acted, how he’d seemed to care for you in a way you hadn’t expected. You didn’t know if it was love, or something else entirely, but there was a connection. It was messy, unspoken, and twisted, but it was there.

His hand, warm and rough, rested on your belly again, and you could feel his fingers lightly tracing your skin as if he was memorizing the feeling of you. His touch was possessive but also gentle, and it left you with a strange sense of calm.

"Jason," you whispered, your voice still soft, unsure if he was fully asleep or just pretending to be. "What do you want from me?"

You didn’t expect an answer, but he moved his head slightly, his lips brushing against your neck as he mumbled softly, "Stay."

It was simple, yet it felt like the most important thing he could have said. In his world, there weren’t many things that mattered, but you...you mattered to him.

You swallowed hard, unsure of what this meant for both of you, but you couldn’t deny the connection you felt. Maybe you were just as lost as Jason, both trying to navigate the complexities of your lives, trying to find something real amidst the chaos.

You wrapped your arm around him, pulling him closer, and whispered, "I’ll stay."

And for that moment, it felt like that was all that mattered.

After that night, something shifted between you and Jason. The strange, heavy tension that had always existed seemed to dissolve, replaced by an unspoken understanding. You started visiting him at his cabin more frequently. Each time, the visits felt like a fragile dance—awkward yet comforting. You couldn’t quite explain why you kept coming back, but you didn’t question it. There was something about Jason that kept drawing you in, something that made you feel oddly safe despite the dark undertones of his presence.

His cabin was as isolated as he was—hidden deep in the woods, surrounded by the quiet hum of nature. It was a place where time seemed to slow down, and where you could forget the world outside. You’d step inside, and the atmosphere would shift. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that settled in your bones. Jason didn’t speak much, but you had learned to read the small gestures, the subtle movements that conveyed more than words ever could.

Each time you visited, you brought little things—food, maybe a blanket, or just simple company. You’d sit together, not saying much, but the silence between you felt comfortable. Jason would offer you his hand, and you would take it without hesitation, letting his rough fingers wrap around yours. Sometimes, you would watch the fire crackling in the hearth, other times you would sit by the window and look out into the dark woods. But always, there was an unspoken connection, a bond forming between you two in this shared solitude.

On one of these visits, you noticed the little things. How Jason would fix your hair when it fell into your eyes, or how he would help you adjust your blanket when you shifted on the couch. He didn’t do these things for anyone else, you could tell. It was like he was trying to be gentle, to make up for all the years of violence and isolation. He was learning how to care, in his own way, even if it wasn’t always perfect.

On a particularly cold evening, you found yourself curled up beside him on the couch, the fire casting a soft glow on the walls. Jason had been quieter than usual, his eyes occasionally flickering to you, but never quite meeting your gaze. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.

"Jason," you asked softly, "do you ever get tired of being alone ?"

His hand twitched, but he didn’t answer immediately. You could feel his gaze shift toward you, and then back to the fire. After a long pause, he signed slowly, his hands moving in a way you had come to recognize.

Sometimes. But never with you.

Your heart fluttered at the simplicity of his words. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips as you leaned against him. In that moment, you realized that maybe you weren’t the only one who had been searching for something in the midst of all the chaos. Jason had been searching too.

From then on, your visits became more frequent. There was something grounding about them, something that made you feel connected in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. Each time you left, you didn’t feel the same weight of the world pressing down on you. Jason’s cabin, his presence, had a way of making everything outside feel distant, as if the world could wait a little longer.

One evening, after a particularly long visit, as you made your way to the door, you felt a hand gently grasp your wrist. You turned, finding Jason standing there, his mask removed, his expression soft but earnest.

"You’re leaving ?" he signed, his large hands moving more cautiously than usual.

You felt a pang in your chest. "I have to," you said softly, though you didn’t want to leave.

Jason hesitated before pulling you into his arms again, holding you close. This time, he didn’t let go right away. Instead, he rested his head on your shoulder, as though he was silently asking you to stay, even if he couldn’t find the words to say it.

“I’ll be back,” you whispered, rubbing his back soothingly.

Jason didn’t respond, but the tightening of his grip on you was enough to tell you that he understood.

You didn’t know what was happening between the two of you. It was strange, and it didn’t make much sense in the context of the world around you. But with each visit, it felt more and more like you were finding something in the midst of the chaos. Something real. Something that mattered. And for once, you didn’t feel so alone.

A few days later…

When the door of the cabin was slammed open, you jumped and when Liam came in—he immediately separated the both of you.

"You sick freak ! Stay away from her !"

He then turned towards and grabbed your hand to force you out of the couch.

"He's the reason you've been avoiding me ? Why you avoided all of my questions when I asked you about Kate and the others ? What were you thinking ?!"

Liam seemed furious and Jason quickly grabbed Liam by the collar to slam him against the door—thinking that he wanted to hurt you. He was about to kill him when you intervened.

You put yourself between the both of them, facing Jason and you begged. "Jason. Please."

Jason was upset that you would stop him, but finally released Liam who fell to the floor. You quickly knelt beside him to check if he was alright before gently cupping Liam's face. Liam was in tears and said. "You’re going to get hurt…Y/N."

Jason who took it as an accusation growled.

"No. Jason good. Never hurt Y/N. Love...her."

You gasped and Liam clenched his teeth.

"Love ? You're a f*cking slasher. You don't know love. You're nothing but a killer."

...slasher ? You tilted your head with a slight frown as you repeated. "...What do you mean by slasher ?"

Liam froze—as if he had been caught saying something he shouldn't have. He slowly turned towards you and he finally replied.

"I've been searching for him for a long time. You weren't supposed to be the one to find him. I'm sorry."

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. Jason's fresh scars, Liam's sudden arrival in the village and his father's interest in the local legends…The air in the cabin grew thick with tension. Jason stood rigid, his posture stiff as he glared at Liam, his hand still hovering near the collar of Liam’s shirt. You could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you, your heart pounding in your chest.

Liam’s words echoed in your mind, the shock of them rattling you. "Slasher." It had never crossed your mind to think of Jason that way, not when he’d been so gentle with you, so protective in his own silent way. But now, hearing Liam’s accusation, everything seemed to shift.

Jason’s growl rumbled in his chest, his anger rising once more. But as you knelt beside Liam, your hand gently cupping his face, you felt the weight of the situation more clearly than ever. Liam’s face was streaked with tears, his eyes wide and frantic. He was terrified for you, and yet, in his desperation, he had failed to understand what you had come to realize in your own time with Jason.

Liam’s words stung, and the way Jason reacted—defending you with such fierceness—told you that he truly cared. "Love her." Jason had said it so simply, so earnestly, as if it were the only truth he had ever known. But Liam’s anger was a fire you couldn’t ignore.

Liam gritted his teeth, glaring at Jason with hatred, but the hurt was clear in his eyes when he looked at you. "You don’t know what you’re doing," he whispered, his voice breaking. "This isn’t…love. He’s not human, Y/N. He’s a monster."

Your thoughts were a whirlwind, each new piece of information making your head spin. Slasher. The word felt foreign, almost unreal, in the context of what you had come to understand about Jason. He wasn’t perfect, no. He was broken, lost, but he had never hurt you. In fact, he had done the opposite. Jason had cared for you in his own way, and that was something you couldn’t ignore.

And yet, Liam was right about one thing: Jason wasn’t normal. He had his own darkness, his own demons, and that darkness had a history. You knew that now, you had to. But could it change what you felt ?

"What do you mean by slasher exactly ?" you asked again, your voice a little more hesitant this time.

Liam’s eyes widened as he realized what he had let slip. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, it seemed like he might say something else. But then, the words seemed to come all at once, tumbling out in a rush.

"I’ve been searching for him for a long time," Liam confessed, his voice bitter with regret. "My father—he’s the one who told me about him. Jason, the killer. I didn’t know what I was getting into when I came here. I thought I could stop him before you got involved...before he hurt anyone else." He faltered, his expression cracking with guilt. "But you...you weren’t supposed to be the one to find him. You weren’t supposed to get tangled in this."

Your mind raced. Liam’s arrival in the village, his father’s obsession with local legends...it all started to come together. Jason’s scars weren’t just from accidents; they were a part of something much darker. And yet, there was something about Jason that defied everything you had ever heard about killers and monsters. He had never hurt you. He had never shown any real malice, not toward you.

Jason, sensing the shift in your expression, stepped forward, his posture softening as he watched you carefully. His eyes were filled with confusion and hurt—he didn’t understand why you were suddenly so distant, so unsure.

"I’ve killed," Jason signed slowly, his fingers trembling slightly. "But not...her. Not you."

Liam’s face twisted in frustration, his fists clenching. "You think he can just change, Y/N ? You think he can just turn off the monster inside him ?" He was frantic now, his words spilling out in a rush. "He’s been this way for years ! He’s a slasher—a killer ! And you...you’re protecting him ?"

The word hit like a slap, but it wasn’t enough to change your mind. No, what Liam didn’t understand was that Jason wasn’t the monster he painted him to be. Jason had been broken long before you had ever met him, and he had a long, complicated past, but that didn’t mean he was beyond redemption. It didn’t mean he didn’t have a heart—a heart that, in its own way, had found its place in you.

"I don’t care what you call him," you said quietly, your gaze fixed on Liam. "Jason hasn’t hurt me. He hasn’t hurt anyone I care about. If you’re trying to make me fear him, it’s not going to work."

Jason’s eyes flickered to you, and for the briefest of moments, there was a hint of relief in his gaze. Slowly, he took a step back, allowing you to kneel beside Liam again.

Liam shook his head, frustration and sorrow in his eyes. "You don’t understand. You’re not seeing it. I’m trying to protect you from what he is." He paused, his voice wavering. "You don’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire of this nightmare."

Jason growled low in his throat, his eyes narrowing on Liam. But he didn’t move. He didn’t act. And you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for the way things had unraveled between them. They were both trying to protect you in their own way, but it was clear now that the line between protection and danger was blurring in ways you hadn’t expected.

"I’m not afraid of him, Liam," you whispered softly. "I’m not afraid of Jason. But I am afraid of losing what we have."

Jason’s gaze softened, his hand reaching out once more, but this time it was tentative, almost unsure.

Liam stood up slowly, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "I don’t know what to say to you, Y/N. I just...I can’t stand by and watch you get hurt."

And with that, the tension in the room hung heavy once more, the space between you and Jason filled with an unspoken understanding that neither of you had quite figured out yet. However, he heard voices outside of his cabin and Jason quickly turned away to leave, putting his mask back on. He knew that if Liam had called people, they would soon be here and he would have to make them leave.

What he didn't count on however was to fall face to face with a well-suited man at the door.

"Hello there, Jason.", he then turned towards with a creepy smile. "Ah. Y/N, is it ? Liam told me so much about you..." He then glanced back at Liam's form and his smile faltered slightly. In a second, he got out a shotgun and didn't even hesitate before shooting Jason out of the way. Jason went flying and you were stunned as the man didn't even hesitate before pulling the trigger. He then crouched near Liam and took his pulse. Once he was sure he was going to be alright, he stood back up to face Jason who groaned loudly in pain before standing back up again. You couldn't believe what you seeing. Nobody could have survived that..

They stood before each other and the weird smiling man pointed his gun at him again.

"Now…How about you and I take a walk ?"

"Stop. Please. Don't hurt him." You screamed and Liam’s father scoffed.

"He is Jason Voorhees. He is a slasher. He cannot die, young lady." As if to prove his point, he shot Jason in the face and you were shocked when Jason's wound immediately closed up and vanished.

"What in the...? H..How ?" You asked—stunned.

"Why can't you see it ? He is a monster...Liam tried to warn you, but the poor boy underestimated the time he had." The man replied.

You glared at Liam’s father.

"Even though...I won't let you hurt him."

The air in the cabin crackled with tension as Jason stood tall despite the gunshot wound to his face, his body healing before your eyes. The man before you, Liam’s father, seemed unfazed by the spectacle, as if he had seen this kind of thing before. His creepy smile lingered, but it was laced with an unsettling sense of authority and entitlement.

Jason’s chest rose and fell with each labored breath, his eyes narrowing beneath his mask as he faced Liam’s father, the man who had so casually shot him like it was nothing. You could feel your heart racing, the panic rising in your chest as you tried to process everything. Liam's father ? What kind of person was he to act like this—like killing Jason was just a normal thing ? And why was he so intent on separating you from him ?

The man’s cold, calculating gaze turned back to you, and his smile widened just a fraction, as though he found some amusement in your disbelief. "You see, Y/N," he said slowly, savoring each word. "He’s not human. He’s a monster—a creature of pure violence and destruction. And you…" His eyes flickered briefly to Jason before landing back on you. "You’re just a misguided soul. His victim."

You stepped forward instinctively, your gaze unwavering as you faced Liam’s father, your voice trembling only slightly. "No," you said firmly, your words sharp despite the fear. "I’m not his victim. I choose to be here, and I choose him."

Liam’s father scoffed, clearly incredulous. "You choose him ? A slasher ? Someone who kills without mercy ? He’s nothing but a walking death sentence." He raised the shotgun again, aiming it at Jason, but you didn’t let the words get to you.

Jason’s silent form, still standing before you despite the injury, spoke louder than anything the man could say. His body still healing, still standing in defiance. Despite the label Liam’s father had placed on him, Jason wasn’t just some slasher—he was someone who had protected you, cared for you in his own broken, twisted way.

"Stop," you repeated, your voice unwavering as you stepped in front of Jason. "Don’t hurt him. You don’t understand. You think he’s just a killer, but he’s not. You’re wrong."

The man raised an eyebrow, his gun still pointed at Jason, but now there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Wrong ?" He looked at you, then back at Jason. "You really think this... thing can be anything but a monster ?"

Jason’s breathing became heavier as he stood motionless, his head slightly tilted as he watched the interaction between you and Liam’s father. His large form was imposing, but his silence was deafening. He wasn’t here to defend himself, and that was what made this whole situation so maddening. Jason was trying to prove something, but not with words.

Liam’s father seemed to hesitate, though only for a moment. His grip on the shotgun tightened, and he took a step toward you and Jason. "You’re making a mistake, young lady," he said, his voice cold and firm. "You can’t save him. He’s not worth saving."

"I’m not trying to save him," you said, your voice firm but soft, determined. "I’m just asking you to let him live. Let us live."

The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the distant sound of the wind whistling outside. Jason’s eyes, barely visible beneath his mask, flicked between you and Liam’s father, an unreadable expression in them.

You could feel the tension hanging in the air, the moment stretched impossibly thin. And then, without warning, Jason took a step forward, his movements deliberate and slow. He didn’t move to attack; instead, he placed a hand on your shoulder, a silent gesture of reassurance and protection.

Liam’s father stiffened, his grip tightening on the shotgun once more. "You think he cares about you ?" His voice dripped with disdain. "He’ll never change. He’s a killer. That’s all he will ever be."

You shook your head, your eyes locked with his. "You’re wrong. Jason is more than that. He’s not the monster you think he is. He’s not...just a killer. He’s much more than that."

Jason growled low in his throat, his eyes narrowing. He took another step closer, now standing just behind you, as if to show Liam’s father that he wouldn’t back down. But the other man didn’t back down either.

"He hurt my son."

"Liam...didn’t deserve this," you admitted, your voice breaking slightly as you spoke the truth you’d long buried. "But this isn’t his fault. None of this is Jason’s fault. Please...just leave. Take your son and leave."

The man stood there for a moment longer, his eyes scanning the scene. It was clear that something had shifted in his mind. He knew he had a fight on his hands—one that would not be easily won. But then, with a quick, frustrated motion, he lowered the shotgun, though not entirely. "This isn’t over, Y/N," he said with a dark warning. "I’ll be back."

You didn’t answer him, instead keeping your gaze locked on him as he turned, picked up Liam and walked away, leaving you and Jason alone in the cabin.

Jason’s hand rested lightly on your shoulder, and you could feel the tension leaving his body. Slowly, he turned and walked back to the far side of the room, his steps heavy but calm. It was clear that he wasn’t going to say anything—not yet, anyway. But his presence, his silent protection, spoke louder than words ever could.

You breathed a sigh of relief, but your heart was still racing. The weight of what had just happened settled heavily on your shoulders. This wasn’t over. Far from it.

But for now, you had Jason by your side, and that was enough. Jason slowly took off his mask and didn't look at you at first. He then handed it to you.

"...Don't leave me." It seemed he was saying.

"I won't." You took his mask and his hand. You could feel the weight of Jason's hand in yours, the heat of it grounding you in this chaotic moment. The mask he handed to you felt heavy, almost symbolic of everything he had been carrying all these years.

"I won't leave you," you repeated, your voice firm, steady. You looked down at the mask in your hands, then back at him. Slowly, you reached up and gently placed the mask aside, never breaking eye contact with him. His gaze was intense, but there was a softness now—a depth of emotion that had been hidden behind that mask for so long.

Jason didn’t speak, but you could see the relief in his eyes, even if he wasn’t entirely sure how to process it. You squeezed his hand reassuringly.

He may have been a slasher, a force of destruction in many ways, but in this moment, he was something else. Something more. He wasn’t just a monster or a killer. He was Jason, and he had asked for something simple, something human: not to be left alone.

And you, despite everything, weren’t going anywhere…until Jason was suddenly shot with a grappling hook and pulled away from you.

"Y/N !" Jason screamed your name as he was dragged away from you.

"JASON !" You called after him, but suddenly felt a gun against your temple. Liam’s father then instructed Jason to surrender or he would kill you. Jason followed his instructions and stood near the pond. The man then threw you aside before pointing his gun at Jason. He then shot him. He mercilessly shot Jason in the chest. Jason took a few steps backwards before falling in the water with a loud splash. You quickly ran to jump after him, but Liam stopped you.

"COME ON, Y/N ! WE HAVE TO GO !"

You screamed and called Jason’s name, but Liam dragged you away from the water and used his remaining strength to shout.

"DAMN IT, Y/N ! LET'S GO ! IT'S OVER !"

"NO !" You screamed—but Liam shoved you in his car and quickly got into the driver's seat before driving away.

A few minutes later :

Jason woke up in the water and slowly stood up before looking around him in a daze. He then realised he was surrounded by armed men and Liam’s father smiled down at him.

"Welcome back, Jason. We've been looking for you for a very long time…" He said and Jason barely had the time to turn around before he felt chains close around his ankles. He was suddenly immobilised and the man then introduced himself.

"I am Wolfe Schulz. And I am at the head of a team charged with finding and retrieving people like you. Special."

Jason grunted in response and tried to break away from his chains, but found they weren't normal…He could easily break chains and had done so on many occasions—but these dug into his skin and almost burnt him. He eventually gave up trying and finally uttered.

"Y…Y/N ?" He wanted to know where you were, at least be reassured that you were alright—but Wolfe only laughed before gesturing for his men to pull him out of the water. He was dragged by the chains into one of the trucks and when he was settled in, Wolfe bent forward to whisper in his ear.

"You are now property of St Louis asylum. Say goodbye to your beloved Crystal Lake and Y/N...You won't be seeing either of them any time soon."

Jason's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth at Wolfe, wanting nothing more than to kill him. He doubled his efforts to get out of his restrains, but was unsuccessful once more. Wolfe smiled knowingly and then signalled to the driver to start driving.

"Let's go !"

The truck started and Jason—for the first time in his life—felt helpless. He looked up as Crystal Lake slowly became a small dot in the distance. He closed his eyes and felt angry, but most of all, he felt disappointed. The only time he thought he could have everything, it was cruelly taken away from him. He screamed your name again…

In Liam's car :

"WE NEED TO GO BACK !" You looked back and broke into sobs. You had to go find him again. He needed you ! To your surprise, Liam complied and brought you back…only to find that there was no one left. You cried and dropped to your knee before picking up Jason’s mask.

He was gone. Jason was gone. You held his mask closer to your chest and started crying. Liam tried to comfort you, but you slapped his hand away.

"It's all your fault...You lied to me."

Liam stayed silent and you turned towards him with your lips twisted in a scornful grimace.

"I TRUSTED YOU ! WHO THE F*CK ARE YOU ?!"

He hesitated before finally disclosing.

"I am special agent Liam McCain. I have just been assigned to the slasher recuperation team. And it wasn't me who hurt Jason. My team did. This was my first mission."

An agent ?

He must have seen the confusion in your eyes as he quickly added.

"I'm so sorry you had to learn it this way. I really liked you."

You frowned and your eyes widened as you saw him take out a gun.

"L..Liam ?" you asked in incomprehension as he stared at you with tearful eyes.

"I’m so sorry, Y/N. I told you to stay away from him. I warned you that you would get hurt." he told you and you shivered. You stared at the gun in his hand and your own eyes watered as you realised why he hadn't brought you back home.

You were never going home.

"You don't have to do this." you said with a shaky voice—but Liam shook his head.

"Protocol A.3. No civilian witnesses allowed. I have my orders…"

You closed your eyes and blinked your tears away. You then remembered Jason's mask and sniffled before putting it on. You then turned back to face Liam and smiled through your tears.

"You'll miss me..." you told him knowingly and Liam took a shaky breath before smiling back at you. His hand was trembling as he raised the gun to aim at you and whispered.

"I know."

He then pulled the trigger.

The shot echoed in the silence, and for a moment, everything felt still. The world seemed to pause, caught in the aftermath of what had just happened. But as the gunshot rang out, you felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of emptiness. The tears that had filled your eyes were now frozen, as if your heart had shattered completely in that moment…

Meanwhile, Jason was still in the truck, but had felt something break inside of him. He screamed loudly in pain and clutched his chest as he cried.

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A few days later, the town would learn that Y/N L/N was responsible behind the deaths of a group of teenagers near Crystal Lake and that the police had had no choice but to shoot when she had tried to escape…