#like WHAT THE FUCK it frustrates me so fucking bad

[be-xkyy]

I couldn't help but write this, I feel inspired after watching a police movie.

Tw: yandere, violence, abuse of power, dirty talk, unprotected sex, age differences, infidelity, alcohol, dubcon.

Yandere Corrupt Cop who has been a cop for almost ten years without getting a fucking promotion and having to deal with his crazy wife who only knows how to complain and claim him when she's at home. She's a bitch.

So it's normal that he's upset and frustrated. He has to be in the patrol car all day and all night scouring the streets looking for assholes who can't follow the fucking rules. They deserve a good beating before taking them to the police station.

But what he fucking hates the most are weekend nights, having to deal with drunk and drugged teenagers in their fancy cars who think they're a lot because they have rich daddies. fuck them. He drives on the empty roads except for the occasional car, quiet night. Until he sees a car that passes quickly on the avenue clearly exceeding the fucking speed limit. Bastard.

He accelerates and turns on the siren following the car that doesn't slow down for a few more blocks, his hands grip the steering wheel tightly and he feels his blood boil. Whoever it is is screwed. Finally after what seems like an eternity the car slows down stopping on the side of the road.

He decides parking right behind, he turns off the siren and only the red and blue lights flash in the night, he gets out of the car annoyed adjusting his seatbelt before slamming the door, he walks towards the car approaching the tinted window that slowly rolls down revealing the typical rich kid but his eyes are fixed on his passenger a sexy little thing, his girlfriend maybe? He's not sure but what he is sure of is that he loves you.

"Officer, we may have exceeded the speed limit a little but if you want you can give me a ticket—" the boy begins slurring his words clearly drunk but before he can finish he interrupts with a firm voice.

"Get out of the fucking car now, both of you. And face the hood, quick."

He watches angrily as they hesitate until finally the boy opens the door and staggers out. You follow his example, both of you standing in front of the car. He approaches and grabs the boy hard, giving him an unexpected blow to the stomach that knocks the wind out of him. You let out a shriek and the boy doubles over in pain. When you try to get closer, he puts his hand on his gun holster, looking at you and you freeze.

"Weren't you taught that you should automatically stop when a law enforcement officer orders it? Why are you trying to be smart, huh?"

He says as he flips the boy over, folding his hands behind his back. He grabs the cuffs from his belt and locks them on his wrists. He then stands up, looking at you standing there like a scared servant. Sexy girl. A sly smile slides onto his lips and he nods towards the hood of the car in front of you.

“Bend over the hood, quick.” He watches as your clouded eyes widen in disbelief at his words almost as if you can’t believe what’s happening. You shake your head as you say in an alcohol slurred voice “No. You can’t-”

“I can. And you can bend over the good way or I can bend you over the bad way, but I advise you to be good for your boyfriend’s sake.”

You bite your lip hard looking at your boyfriend on the ground in handcuffs, small tears pricking your eyes as you lean over the cold hood your cheek and palms flat against the metal, he reaches over his hands quickly grabbing a handful of your covered ass, squeezing the globes tightly before pulling up your skirt revealing your ass and lace panties.

"Looks like you were going to have fun huh? Did I ruin your moment? Don't worry I'll make it up to you at least baby"

He says in a teasing coo as he raises his hand and brings it down on your ass. Smack, smack, smack. You gasp at the spanking that leaves your skin red and stinging painfully. You close your eyes when you hear the sound of his zipper opening, he brings his fingers up to your mouth hitting your lips.

"Spit."

You reluctantly comply letting your saliva drip onto his fingers and he uses it to lube up his fat member pumping a few times before pulling your panties to the side revealing your puckered hole and glistening pussy he guides his cock into your folds sliding in as far as he can until he bottoms out, you bite your lip to keep from whimpering at the feeling of being so full.

He growls at the feeling of your walls throbbing around his cock as you try to accommodate him. Your nails dig into his head as he begins to thrust into you hard, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again making you dizzy, he places his hands on your hips using them to move you back each time he thrusts into you sending currents of undue pleasure through your body.

"Fuck– you're tight, huh! You don't get fucked enough huh baby? Poor pussy"

He says in an amused voice, when you don't respond he grabs you by the hair lifting you up and bringing your back to his chest, you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear sending shivers down your arched spine.

"You know I wanted you from the second I saw you, I don't usually do this with women but I wanted you, I wanted you, very romantic huh, darling?"

He laughs against your ear as if it were very funny and you hold back so as not to insult him, you don't answer him and he rolls his eyes, without stopping thrusting into you he lowers the hand that is on your hip towards your pussy pinching your clit hard between his fingers and you can't contain your moans any longer, his movements become erratic at the same time that the knot in your belly tightens you try not to cum but it is difficult with all his attentions you reach the breaking point when he passes his wet tongue over your ear.

You can't help but cum, letting out a moan of pleasure as your vaginal walls contract around his cock. You can feel it throbbing inside you with a few final thrusts. He stops, letting out a guttural growl, filling you with his warm seed. You collapse onto the hood. He pulls out of you as his cock softens, sliding into his pants. He examines your open hole and watches as his cum slides out, so he uses two fingers to push his cum inside before adjusting your panties as he says in a threatening tone.

"I trust this will stay between the three of us, won't you? I'd hate to have to arrest you or worse."

[cosmiclily]

chapter four: bad decisions

wc: 2.4k

cw: mdni, suggestive, cussing.

You wake up with a pounding headache and a sour taste lingering on your tongue. Your body feels heavy, and when you try to stretch, something—or rather, someone—solid stops you. Panic sets in instantly.

God, what did I do? Did I go home with someone? Did I get kidnapped? What is going on?

Your heart races as you take in your surroundings. Relief floods you when you realize you're in your hotel room. The familiar sight of your clothes haphazardly tossed across the floor reassures you that at least you're in the right place. But the warmth next to you makes it clear you're not alone.

Slowly, you turn, dread pooling in your stomach as you brace yourself to see who—or what—is in bed with you.

A mop of black hair catches your eye.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Your brain short-circuits as you stare. You don’t know whether to feel relieved that it’s someone you know—or horrified for the exact same reason.

What the fuck is Vi doing in my bed?

And then it hits you.

Why am I naked?!

You pull the covers up to your chest, your breathing shallow as you try to piece together what happened last night. Images flash through your mind—shots with Jinx and Ekko, the dance floor, the blonde woman... Vi’s piercing gaze.

Vi stirs beside you, mumbling something incoherent as she shifts, her hand brushing against your leg. You freeze, your heart thudding so loud it feels like it might wake her up.

What the hell did I do?

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on the images from the previous night, but everything is a blur. All you get are flashes—Vi and you on the dance floor, the feel of her hand on your waist, the two of you laughing in the back of a taxi, her lips crashing into yours, the elevator ride where things got heated, her grip tightening as her hand slid lower, lower, lower into your skirt.

Was that real? Or just a dream?

Before you can unravel your fragmented memories, a knock on the door jolts you out of your spiraling thoughts. Panic flares in your chest as you scramble to wrap the blanket tightly around your body.

You tiptoe to the door, peeking through the peephole, and your stomach sinks. It’s Archie. He doesn’t look very pleased.

Of course. Perfect timing.

Taking a deep breath, you crack the door open just enough to poke your head out. “Good morning, Archie!” you whisper in your best attempt at sounding chipper, though your voice cracks halfway through. “Um, this isn’t a great moment. I’m... I’m really sorry. I’ll catch up with you soon, okay? Please don’t be mad!”

Before Archie can get a word in, you ramble through your apology and slam the door shut, leaning against it as your heart races.

From the other side of the door, you hear a muffled, “What the bloody hell—?” followed by the sound of his retreating footsteps.

You exhale, relieved he didn’t press the issue, but when you turn around, you realize Vi is now awake, sitting up in bed with a lazy smirk on her face.

“Smooth,” she says, her voice low and gravelly from sleep. “Real smooth.”

You groan, pressing your palms against your temples. “What the fuck happened last night, Violet?”

“You know as much as I do, princess,” she replies, picking up her shirt from the floor. “For all I know, you could have taken advantage of me. I don’t remember shit.”

"Stop with the jokes, this is serious. I can only remember things clearly up until that stupid purple shot Jinx gave us. Do you think your sister could have drugged us?" You ramble, walking in circles in your room, your mind racing a million miles per hour, the pounding headache making it impossible to focus.

"Wow, too many words, too soon," she says, massaging her temples. "But I don't think she drugged us. She’s a little crazy, yeah, but not a criminal. You know her better than that."

"Yeah, yeah. God, the one time I decide to let loose, I end up sleeping with you." You let out a frustrated sigh, running your hands over your face, trying to wrap your mind around everything.

"You weren't complaining last night, that’s all I have to say." Vi says with a mischievous grin before casually walking toward the bathroom and locking the door behind her.

"Oh, so you remember it, you little shit." You bang your fist lightly on the door, your voice rising in both disbelief and annoyance. You hear her laughing from the other side.

"Relax, princess," she calls back, her laughter muffled. "You’re just mad ‘cause it was fun."

You press your ear to the door, shaking your head, your chest tightening with a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and something else—something you can’t quite name. The whole situation feels like an overwhelming blur, but there’s no denying the way it all seems to linger, just beyond the edge of your memory. And God, did it feel good.

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The van looked like a funeral—Jinx and Ekko were sharing earbuds, Vi had a massive blue neck pillow and sunglasses on, and you looked like a zombie. Archie climbed into the van with a disappointed look on his face, his eyes scanning the group before he let out a fake cough to get your attention.

“I wanted to do this formally, with time and all that, over breakfast, but it seemed like you all had other plans,” he said, his voice gradually becoming more agitated. As he spoke, his accent thickened with each word, the tension rising in his posture. You could hear Jinx stifling her laughter from across the van, and it only made things worse.

“This small briefing will have to do,” he continued, clearly trying to regain control of the situation. "After the show yesterday, some producers called me, and we're discussing a label contract, and a single."

You blinked a few times, still trying to wake up, but the words didn’t immediately sink in. A label contract? A single? You rubbed your temples, the pounding headache from last night threatening to come back full force.

“So... you’re telling me we’re getting a record deal?” Vi mumbled, her voice muffled by the neck pillow, still clearly not fully awake.

“There are a couple of labels interested in you,” Archie replied, his tone more serious now. “So we’ll talk about this properly when we’re back home. But yes. So, you better get your pens ready and use your explosive emotions to work.” He said the last part while looking directly at Vi, his expression pointed.

Vi grunted in response, but otherwise, didn’t offer much. The drive to the airport was uneventful, the hum of the tires on the road providing a constant background as your mind started to wander. Many ideas popped into your head—some excited, others hesitant—but through it all, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were on the edge of something big.

You allowed yourself to dream a little, imagining the potential of the label deal, the single that could launch everything you’d ever wanted. But just as quickly, your thoughts kept drifting back to last night. You drank water, hoping it might ease the lingering effects of the night before, and slowly, the memories started coming back—bit by bit.

You remembered how, after the shot, Violet pulled you onto the dance floor. The look on her face that you couldn’t decipher long gone, taking place for one that was a mix of something intense and wild. Then, as the music played, you talked, and after a particularly heated song, you kissed her. It was the best kiss you’d ever received—urgent, electrifying, and full of something unspoken. In the background, you could hear Jinx’s laughter.

“At least she’s not thinking about the one who shouldn’t be named,” Jinx teased between giggles.

After that, it was all a blur of heat and excitement. You were the one who asked Vi if she wanted to come back to the hotel. You initiated the makeout session in the backseat of the taxi—poor taxi driver, you thought, hoping you’d left him a generous tip for having to endure that. And when you reached the hotel, you were the one who made the first move, sliding your hands where they probably shouldn’t have been in the elevator.

You leaned your head back against the seat, your stomach twisting into knots as the weight of everything finally hit you.

What are we going to do about last night?

You really needed to talk to Violet. You had to. But at the same time, you weren’t sure what to say or how to approach it without everything feeling like a mess. Was it just another reckless night? Or something more?

You weren’t interested in any type of relationship, especially not with someone who had just come out of a long-term one. Vi was still getting over Caitlyn, and you had seen the way she still looked at the mention of her—torn between letting go and holding on. The last thing you wanted was to be someone’s rebound, or worse, complicate things further. You had your own emotional baggage to deal with, and you didn’t need to add another layer to it.

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You made sure to share a seat on the plane with Vi, it was a short flight but it was enough time to talk about what last night had meant.

“So… should we talk about last night or what?” You whisper to her, so no one else would hear.

She looked at you over her sunglasses. “What is there to talk about? We fucked, what’s the big deal?”

Your cheeks flushed and you weren’t sure if it was from embarrassment or rage. “The big deal is that this” you say pointing between the two of you “can become very complicated, very fast, and we have a career on the line.”

“Listen, princess, if it’s that complicated for you, we can pretend it never happened, you don’t talk about it, i don’t talk about it and what’s done is done. I don’t think Ekko nor Jinx remember that we left together, and if they do they won’t mention it.”

Vi’s nonchalant response sent a wave of irritation through you, but there was something else, too—disappointment, maybe? You weren’t even sure why it stung so much. Her ability to brush things off so easily made you question whether last night meant anything to her at all.

Leaning in closer, you lowered your voice. “You don’t get it, Vi. It’s not just about us. It’s about the band, the dynamic, the fact that if this gets messy, it could ruin everything we’ve worked for.”

She sighed, finally pushing her sunglasses onto her head and meeting your gaze. Her piercing eyes carried an intensity that made it impossible to look away. “Okay, fine. I get it. You’re worried. But, honestly? Nothing’s gonna get messy unless you make it messy. You’re the one overthinking this.”

You felt your jaw clench. “Overthinking? I’m trying to be an adult here, Vi. I’m not saying last night wasn’t… fun, but—”

She cut you off with a smirk that both infuriated and unnerved you. “Fun. Sure, we’ll call it that.”

Your glare sharpened, the frustration bubbling over. “Can you be serious for one second? I’m trying to have a real conversation here.”

Vi leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms as her smirk faded. Her voice was softer this time, more measured. “Alright. If you want to talk about it, then let’s talk. Last night was... unexpected, yeah. But it doesn’t have to mean anything unless we decide it does. If you want to chalk it up to a drunken mistake, fine. I won’t hold it against you.”

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond.

“Vi,” you said slowly, choosing your words carefully, “I don’t think it was a mistake. I don’t… regret it.” Her eyes widened slightly, and she tilted her head as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. “But I also know we can’t afford to let this become a problem. The band, the label—there’s too much at stake.”

Vi was silent for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she let out a dry chuckle, running a hand through her hair. “You’re such a perfectionist, you know that? Always worrying about the ‘big picture.’ Sometimes, you just gotta live a little.”

“Living a little is what got us into this mess,” you shot back, though your voice had lost its edge.

“Fine,” she said, her tone light but carrying a weight that wasn’t lost on you. “We’ll keep it professional. I promise.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the pit forming in your stomach. Something about the way she said it didn’t sit right, as if her words carried an unspoken challenge.

The rest of the flight passed in strained silence, though Vi’s presence next to you was impossible to ignore. Every accidental brush of her arm against yours sent a ripple through your entire body. You tried to distract yourself with thoughts of the future—the meeting with the label, the potential single, the career you’d spent years chasing. But no matter how hard you tried to push forward, your mind kept circling back to her.

The memories hit you in waves, sharp and vivid. Vi’s arm brushed yours, and suddenly you were back in the elevator, her hands gripping your arms as you kissed your way down her neck. The low, guttural sound she made when you found her pulse point echoed in your mind, impossible to shake. You heard her sigh in frustration as she struggled with a packet of peanuts, and your brain betrayed you with the memory of her other frustrated sounds—breathless and needy, muffled against your skin as she —

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms as you desperately tried to stay grounded. You were going insane. How were you supposed to keep this professional when every single part of her was burned into your mind? The way she looked at you last night, the feel of her hands on your skin, the taste of her lips—it was all too much.

The truth was unavoidable. You were completely, hopelessly in trouble. And if Vi noticed your internal struggle, she didn’t show it. She just sat there, casually munching on her peanuts, completely at ease while you felt like you were unraveling.

Being professional was already proving to be far more difficult than you had anticipated.

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masterlist - chapter five

notes: my birthday was yesterday, officially 22!! anyways, here is a new chapter, there isn’t anything explicit (but it will come!!!) but it’s a kickstart to stir things 😋

taglist: @saturnhas82moons @baylegend6 @oidloid @vaebear @wicked-laugh

[vinylfoxbooks]

January 27 - Curse | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 577

“Pads, how does your brother know the worst curses?” James asks, limping into the room, holding on to their side. 

Sirius looks up from his dutiful place in Remus’ lap, “Hm?” Then he sits up and makes direct eye contact with them, “What did you do?” 

“I don’t know.” James whines, making their way over to their bed and laying down on it, “I just tried to talk to him and he threw a fucking curse at me. I’ve been limping back here from outside Slughorn’s.”

“Ah, that’s what you did.” Sirius laughs, “You tried to talk to him outside of Slughorn’s.” 

Remus hums, “Does he not like Slughorn?” 

“Something about the teacher gets on his nerves, he’s gone on rants about it. Slughorn also consistently pressure him into joining his secret society or whatever it is.” 

“You mean the same one that I had to pretend at sucking at potions for him to leave me alone?” James asks, throwing their head back, “I guess that’s my mistake then.” 

Sirius laughs, laying back down, “He’ll be up here in no time apologising to you.” 

James takes comfort in his words.

Until Regulus doesn’t come up or send an owl or anything for the rest of the day. And the next morning. And the rest of the day. 

James continuously loses hope that they didn’t actually do anything wrong and it wasn’t just that they tried talking to him outside of Slughorn’s. 

That is, until they’re sitting around in the Great Hall for dinner and Dorcas comes to sit with them and Marlene. She looks at James and hums, “Regulus was wanting to talk to you after dinner. He said to meet him in your usual spot.” James nods and thanks her with a smile, though they can’t help but feel like they've really done something wrong.

But they finish dinner with their friends and bid them farewell to meet with Regulus. 

The boy is waiting for them when they get up into the Astronomy Tower. He’s messing with the hem of his robes and his head shoots up when James gently closes the door to the tower behind them. He breathes, “James.” 

“You wanted to talk to me, Reg?” 

“Yeah, I-” he takes a step forward and reaches to grab at James’ hands, bringing them towards himself, “I’m sorry for yesterday. I just- I was already having a bad day and there was so much bullshit happening in Slughorn’s class, including Slughorn himself, and I was just frustrated and I wanted nothing more than to come to my dorm and then you came and I overreacted when I could’ve just told you that I wanted to be alone and so I cursed you and that was simply unacceptable of-”

“Reggie,” James smiles, moving their hands to drop Regulus’ and grab at his face, letting out a breath of relief, “You’re alright, I understand. I’m just glad that it wasn’t something that I had done.” 

Regulus shakes his head, “No, no. Not at all, it was just me overreacting.” 

James hums, “I’m not going to say that you weren’t, but I understand my love, and I forgive you.” They bring him into a gentle kiss then pull away to put their forehead against his, “Just let me know if I do anything to upset you before you start throwing hexes again. You’re scarily good at them and it fucking hurt.” 

Regulus laughs weakly, “Will do. I’m sorry, Jamie.”

[cyberhughes]

can i please get a spicy margarita, #15 w quinn hughes?

congrats on 200!! 🫶🏼

cyberhughes 200 follower special ⋆ .˚

spicy margarita coming up!!

prompt #15: "don't hold back."

warnings: SMUT, unprotected pinv, swearing, brief mention of insecurities, barely oral (f!receiving), nutting inside please for the love of god use protection!!!

you guys don't understand how feral i am over this rn...anyways thank you ml <3 i kinda got carried away w this one im literally in heat rn

prompt list

"more quinny..." you whined against his lips as you ground down onto his clothed crotch, the movie you had been watching long forgotten. he groaned at the friction, "princess...hold on." he breathed out, gripping your hips to slow your motions and you sighed out in frustration.

quinn treated you like you were a glass figurine that could shatter at the slightest touch. for a while you thought that maybe you had done something wrong. did he not want to have sex with you? were you not pretty enough? your mind clouded with insecurities every time he'd stop you before the two of you could go all the way.

it's not like he doesn't want you, of course he does. he has to try so hard to restrain himself when he sees you walk around the apartment with skimpy little shorts, or when you tease him by poking your ass against him as he spoons you at night. he never meant to hurt your feelings, he means well! he knows you're a virgin, which is why he's scared to get too intimate with you, he's scared he might hurt you, his darling girl.

"quinn if you don't want to have sex with me, just say that." you huffed as you climbed off of his lap, flopping back onto the bed with you arms crossed over your chest as you averted eye contact. his eyes widened at your sudden reaction, this is what he was afraid of.

"no, it's not that baby." he reached for you and you felt your eyes well with tears, feeling slightly pathetic. "then why do you shut me down every time i try to initiate something?"

"i..." he sighed as you looked up, waiting for a response. "i'm scared i might hurt you." you looked into his eyes that were filled with regret.

"quinn, you could never hurt me." you reassured him, fixing your posture to face him. you understood now.

"i'm sorry baby, i never meant to make you feel like that." he reached a hand up to cup your face, wiping a tear off your cheek as you leaned into his touch. you turned to kiss his hand and looked up at him with hooded eyes, hoping to continue what you had started.

“i want to have sex with you, quinn, i want you to fuck me." your voice was barely above a whisper and he felt himself get unbelievably hard in his sweat pants, eyes darkening with lust.

he quickly leant down to kiss you, cupping your face with both hands as you held onto his wrists, eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you with the most passion you had ever felt from him. he gently moved you further down the bed to lay down fully, climbing on top of you.

you let out a moan when you could feel his erection against your thigh as he trailed wet kisses down to your neck, his fingers dancing from the skin of your waist, down to the edge of your panties.

you could feel the hesitation in his movements as his hand ghosted over your covered core. "please, need you so bad quinn." you whined in his ear, and who was he to deny you?

he took his time prepping you, showing your whole body the love it you deserved. he took his time as he eased his fingers into you, making sure to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you whined at the stretch. of course he ate you out as well, kissing and lapping at your soaked cunt as you tugged at his hair.

"baby...quinn stop..." you said breathlessly and he shot up, immediately assuming he had done something wrong. "what's wrong princess? do you want to stop?" your heart melted at the sight, his eyes filled with worry, a contrast to your glistening slick on his chin.

"no, you're making me feel so good, i just need to feel you inside now." you reassured and he felt like his eyes might pop out his head like a looney tunes character.

he wasted no time kicking off his sweats and boxers, already shirtless from before. you could feel your whole body burn at the sight in front of you, quinn at the edge of the bed, looking like he was about to eat you alive, stroking his extremely hard cock in his right hand.

he had crawled up on top of you, kissing you from your ankles up to your swollen lips. his tongue explored your mouth as you let out a whimper at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your folds.

"quinny...inside..." his pupils were blown out, the sight of you already so fucked out and he hadn't even put the tip in yet.

"tell me if it hurts, okay baby?" he looked into your eyes for assurance and you nodded frantically, "yes, just put it in."

he slowly pushed in, a deep groan escaping as your gummy walls sucked him in. meanwhile your eyes squeezed shut at the foreign feeling, he was so big, and you felt so full. he let you adjust for as long as you needed, kissing you deeply to distract from any discomfort. after a while, you nodded, signaling for him to start moving.

he pulled out slowly, nearly slipping out because of how wet you were, before pushing back in, observing your features for any signs of pain. he'd always put your own pleasure first before his.

it took you a while to get used to the feeling, but slowly the discomfort had turned into a pleasurable, warm sensation. you wanted more, no, you needed more of him.

you knew that he was only going slow to make sure he didn't hurt you, but you began to grow greedy, needing to pick up the pace.

you kissed his neck up to his ear, nibbling at his skin and he felt chills run down his spine as you whispered, "don't hold back." your manicured nails tracing down his back and he swore he could've cum right on the spot at your words.

"you sure?" he asked for confirmation and you nodded, "fuck me harder quinn."

he almost let out a whimper, his head dropping to the crook of your neck and you could feel his hips pick up, "fuck baby, you're too perfect." you moaned at his praise, feeling his cock thrust into you deeper.

"so fucking perfect," he lifted his head up and rested his forehead against yours, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his pace quickened. "my perfect girl..." he trailed one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing quick circles onto the sensitive bud as you let out the most heavenly moans he had ever heard.

"ngh fuck!" you whined as tears formed, feeling the pleasure course through you as you dug your nails into his back, leaving marks that he'd definitely get questions about from his teammates.

"doing so good baby," he kissed away the tears that fell down your face as he rubbed your nub faster, and you could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

"gonna cum for me, huh?" he asked but all you could let out were choked sobs, the pleasure becoming too intense. "oh baby, come on, you wanted this, go ahead and cum for me." he whispered into your ear and his words was all it took for you to snap, your hips rolling up to meet his as your orgasm washed over you.

"fuck," he groaned as he watched you, adjusting his position so that he was now sitting up, back on his heels as he gripped your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he thrusted faster as he chased his own high. you were whining and squirming underneath him, breasts bouncing with each thrust as the stimulation became too much. "m'sorry baby..." he pouted, "didn't you tell me not to hold back?"

you could only moan at his words, just laying there and taking what he was giving you, your pussy unbelievably sensitive as you clenched around him, almost pushing him out. your knuckles turning white from how hard you gripped the sheets as he fucked into you.

"fuck baby i'm gonna cum," he whined as he landed a particularly deep thrust and you cried out, "c-cum inside." he didn't have to be told twice before he let out an animalistic groan, throwing his head back as he spilled his warm load into your walls as your eyes rolled back at the sensation.

he slowed down, looking back down at you with fucked out eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk as he watched his cum drip down your pussy,

"so perfect."

[abbysgolf-club]

Heey - I saw your post about wanting new requests so here we go I guess, I hope you'd like to write this :3

So I'm thinking Vi x Reader where the reader is a total softie / sweetheart who also lives in zaun. She has a crush on vi and vi knows about it but never really requited it. Or so she thought - one night the reader gets hit on by some scetchy dudes, it doesn't End well and she gets hurt (if you feel comfortable writing this of course!!). Vi sees all of this, kinda saves the reader and realizes that she has a lot more feelings for this lil softie than she thought. Maybe with heavy making out in the End <3

s3xual assault themes (it doesn't happen), pet names (cupcake, baby etc), not proof read, kinda rushed sorry if it's bad 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

MDNI

You were sat in the bar, having your usual, a dirty dr pepper; minding your own business until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey there, pretty girl. Can i sit?" a man's voice rang through your ears, sending a shiver down your spine.

"go for it.." you muttered, sipping your drink and allowing him to sit next to you. It didn't take long for his hand to slither its way onto your leg. You didn't say anything at first out of fear, he might just be doing it in a friendly way?

You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, trying to shake his hand off you. it didn't budge. "Hey, dude. do you mind..?" you asked him, kinda hoping he'd get the hint and get the fuck off you.

"What's the matter baby? Are you being ungrateful?" he smirked, trailing his hand further up your thigh. "Tell me baby, tell me this is what you want."

You froze, unable to do anything. panicking, you chucked your drink on him, hoping he'd back up. spoiler alert, he didn't.

"Ooh, feisty. i like it." he chuckled, his voice low and sultry. "Give into me. You know you want to." his grip on your thigh tightening.

"Get off of me, please!" You tried to fight out of his grip, but failed. Tears formed in your eyes as he got closer and closer to what he wants, your protests, pleads and tears didn't stop him. If anything it pushed him to do it more.

"Dude, can't you see she doesn't want you near her!?" A familiar voice called out from a few feet away. "Get off of her." the voice continued, the person stepping closer. it was vi.

The guys hand stayed on your thigh, his grasp almost painful. "And who are you to stop me?" he challenged, allowing her to get closer and closer to the two of you.

Vi rolled her eyes, throwing a hit at the guy groping you. "You heard me. leave her alone, man" she raised her voice a little, getting up close and personal in the guys face. "Get out of here" she spat, raising her fist to punch the guy again. before she got the chance to get another hit, he scrambled off, his grip on your thigh finally leaving aswell as him.

Vi watched him leave, the look of frustration and anger leaving to become more of an empathetic look along with something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"You okay, cupcake? he didn't hurt you did he?" Her voice was soft and calm as she held your hand cautiously.

"I'm okay, just glad he left." you smiled softly, the feeling of that guys hand still lingering on your thigh. "Thank you." you blushed, you'd had a crush on Vi for as long as you could remember. Her saving you from a pervy guy added to that crush. dramatically.

"No worries cupcake, always here to help." She smirked, pulling you up out of your seat. "How 'bout we get out of here, yeah?" she asked, her hand interlocking with yours as she guided you out of the bar and into a dimly lit alleyway.

You followed her out into the alleyway, hugging her after she leaned up against the wall. "Woah cupcake, you all good?" her voice shocked, but comforting as she wrapped her arms around your waist, embracing the hug.

"Yeah.. thank you, for stopping that guy. who knows what coulda happened" you murmured into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent as you did.

"Don't worry about it, anyone woulda done the same." she hummed, trying to act nonchalant and not being too successful. Her face was a little pink and her voice a little wobbly.

Her hand reached up to your face to look at you before she pulled you into a soft kiss, gentle and loving.

You pulled back for a second, taking a breath before smashing your lips against hers. Your tongues exploring eschothers mouths. you couldn't believe this was happening.

[aradassbadass]

cellular sentiment | ceedee lamb ꨄ iv

‘& shii took everything not to give yo lil ass exactly what you wanted. now call me and lemme see hear it forreal’

you stared at the message stomach in knots. part of you wanted to be excited knowing that it was something in him that yearned for you just as you did him, but the nervousness overpowered that feeling entirely.

you throw your phone on the bed in frustration.

he wants me- or at least it sounds like he does. what if its just a joke. no he’s grown and this isnt high school anymore guys dont just flirt with you as a dare anymore. but guys like him, guys that can have anybody they want, usually tend not to go for somebody whose status isnt similar to their own.

falling back onto the pillows your towel falls off of you leaving your bare body exposed to the air. nipples going frigid and you glance down at yourself- something you often try to avoid. you grab at the pudge of your stomach and sigh.

these moments tended to happen where youd find yourself being overly cautious about your body. usually itd be when you were shopping for clothes seeing as to how you didnt find yourself in a lot of situations that pertained men. you didnt seek out relationships, you never had, and whether it was due to your intense schedule or your subconscious fear of rejection you didnt take much time pondering on it. this for some reason really bothered you.

your phone began to vibrate throwing your train of thought out of the window. you stare at it as it rings body stiff and unmoving.

i cant do this right now.

declining the phone you turn on do not disturb.

you know ignoring the situation wont make it go away entirely but hopefully this will deter it for now.

ꨄ

it had been 5 days since you had last talked to cedarian and you would be lying if you said this little escapade didnt hurt. a sea of emotion still clouded your better judgement but you knew you couldnt keep it up much longer.

the calls & messages from him did not cease after that night. he felt bad that much you could tell and it made you feel ten times worse.

im sorry i shouldnt have said that

can u please answer

i shouldnt have said that

fuck please answer i js wanna talk

answer me please

im sorry goodnight

hey js got out of practice i hope you have a good day at work im sorry again for ts

please answer me

hello

goodnight im so sorry

every single message from monday on was akin to one another. you wanted to respond but you felt bad for all the time you didnt so you continued till ignore him or that was until now.

you sat in your car outside of your house as the phone rang on carplay. you groaned and hit the wheel in frustration- not at cee but at your childish antics. you sighed and clicked the green button on the screen heart thumping as you did.

the other end of the line was silent at first then came the rasp of the voice you missed so much.

“hey.” a word so simple yet it felt so loaded with emotion.

“hi.” you say in response, internally kicking yourself.

“i-i um i dont know where to begin- im sorry for what i said. it was inappropriate- really inappropriate for our friendship and i-i dont know why i even sent that. fuck im sorry these few days have been hell without talking to you.” he says voice laced with emotions- sadness and regret being the most prominent.

it tugs at your heart strings and you feel worse than you did before seeing how you made him feel. “cee, you dont have to apologize. none of this is your fault. i freaked out when i read the message and started over analyzing shit because i couldnt process my own feelings towards the situation. fuck, im sorry none of this is your fault thought.”

the other side of the line is quiet and if not for the screen still displaying his contact you would have thought he hung up.

“over analyzing what?” he quizzes and you could all but picture him somewhere eyes wondering as he chews on his bottom lip.

“the fact that you could feel even remotely attracted to me. you are you and well im just me. i-i dont know cedarian i just kept thinking someone like him- someone who has the world at their disposal could even feel something as meaningful as desire or anything towards someone like me. it just made me relive all the times i was asked out as a dare or some stupid joke. i really do like you cedarian, you are one of the only people i still have with me and i-it all felt too good too be true to think that you actually liked me too.” you say the last part quietly.

the line is quiet again and you suddenly feel stupid. “see, i knew it was too good to be real.“ you say voice shaky as tears spill from your eyes.

“what, no, no. stop crying please god stop crying i feel the same way about you. no cruel jokes or anything. you dont see yourself like i do- you are beyond beautiful.” he says words beginning to soothe the ache of your heart.

“ you dont understand how your voice is my favorite thing to hear after a game- win or loss. you dont see how when im on long flights home i go through the album of screenshots i have of just of you. you dont even know how good it felt to finally hold you in my arms after wanting to do that for so fucking long. when i say it took every ounce of self restraint i had to just hold you and nothing more when i heard you call out for me i meant that. i dont ever want you to have to want for anything as long as there is breathe in me because you deserve everything.”

hearing this your heart skips a beat. you feel an immense sense of relief at the words and a new found yearning for him, something just short of primal.

“cee,” you say voice barely above a whisper.

“just say the words baby.”

“i need you.”

[cautionwetspiralstaircase]

here's pili's end-of-stream rant from yesterday (right after killing ros for the second time) that i transcribed for fun earlier ^ ^ ft. him yelling at god (?) and freaking out about pangi

(source: Dtowngato 27/28 Jan 2025 PREPARING MYSELF TO FIGHT CLOWNPIERCE (im cooked) - Realms SMP ---- Main Account @/dtowncat, around 2h51min)

(CW suicidal ideation i guess)

Pili: I’m done. [Bad: Pili!] [laughing] I am done. I am done. I am done. I am so done. I- [laughs] I am so done! I can’t do this anymore. I- I can’t do this anymore. I am done. I am leaving this place. I’ll come back on the 31st, and you know what- you know what- maybe I do deserve dying, maybe I do deserve to get myself humiliated, [yelling] I am done! I am- [in a more normal voice, as he turns around and starts looting Ros’ drops] I- actually kinda need the armour, gimme a second. [laughs] Lemme- lemme- [in a loud voice] spare change... [stuttering] Spare- spare change... Spare- spare change- ooh, cobweb. Spare change... Spare change, anyone? Any- s- um. Um. Spare change... Um. [To BBH] Can you give Ros her tools? I’m just leaving this place. I am so- [Bad: Mm-hm] you know what, [laughing] I am so done. I am- [starts running out of spawn] I am so done! I’m leaving! I’m leaving! I’m leaving! I am so leaving. D- I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I am sick and tired of no one taking me seriously, I am sick and tired- I tell people things, they don’t understand, [laughing] they- don’t understand, I- am done. I’m done. I’m gonna leave Ros, one life, maybe she’ll start appreciating her life more. Maybe. Maybe- [indistinct noises]

[quietly] I’m done. I’m done. I’m so done. I’m so done. I’m- so actually done. [pause] [shoots a teleportation arrow] I’m so- you know what, I- I genuinely feel so bad about it- [falls from a height before getting teleported again] oh. Ouchie. [inhales] I genuinely- I genuinely- I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. If I’m such a bother, if I’m such- an asshole that I’m gonna leave. Like no one ever wants me and I- I get why. I’m not playing victim here, I get why, but it’s just, I’m- I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done with this, I’m done with everyone, I’m- I’m- yknow what? [getting louder] I deserve this. And here’s the thing. [laughing] I’m not victimising myself, I’m a fucking asshole! And what?! I am! And what! I- This- is- literally happening, is gonna happen over and over and over again, and it’s just gonna get worse, it’s just gonna be worse than before, and I’m not gonna be able to stop it! I’m not gonna be able to stop myself! So I might as well just like actually leave. I might- I might actually just leave. I might actually- I’ll come back on the 31st, everyone fucking hates me probably. Everyone fucking hates me now. Like it’s done! It’s done! It’s not- there’s no coming back from this. There’s no coming- I- I do this to myself. Every single time. [hits the table] I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. No, I deserve this. I- deserve this. I...

[inhales] I just- [pause] [laughs] I deserve this. 

I actually deserve to die. [pause] You know- [pause] [laughing a little] when I get my fucking ass beat, I am so gonna enjoy every single second of it. When he makes me- actually fucking regret every single choice. I’m gonna be enjoying it so bad, cuz- I for sure deserve it now. 

I’m just leaving. I’m- I’m- I’m just leaving.

I’m such a fucking coward. [inhale] I am such a fucking coward. [laughing] I am- I am such a fucking coward and I hate myself!! Oh my god! [inhale] Ever- [voice breaking, laughs again] Every single time! Dude. Oh my god! Every single time! I can never do it! I can- [frustrated yell]

Such a fucking- coward, dude. It’s crazy. Dude! It’s just- why do I keep killing- weak people?! Why?! I don’t understand! It’s actually a problem! Oh my god! 

[yelling] Like- what am I supposed to do?! [frustrated noise] Like- they don’t even give a proper fight! Like- [pause] like- Tubbo died in two hits, Ros died earlier, Ros died now in two hits- like- I killed Piso for fuck’s sake! I killed Piso! It was Piso’s like first fucking day on the server in like a month. And I killed him! And I fucking killed him! I killed Fit! I- am the only person that I- really wanna fucking kill. I can’t! I literally can’t! I’m- [stuttering] always standing there like a stupid fucking idiot. I always stand there like a- stupid fucking idiot. And I’m [laughing] never- I- 

[he walks past a skeleton horse trap and lightning strikes]

Oh. For fuck’s sake. [looks up at the sky] Can you please leave me alone for one damn time. I am. So done. I am so done. Like how much you want me to suffer, how much- how many times- how many times, cause you made me this way. You fucking made me this way and you know that I can’t stop, but you didn’t make me even strong enough- you didn’t have the fucking guts to make me strong enough, dude. That is- [frustrated noise] [inhale] I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I need to- I need to take a chill pill. I- actually, hashtag chill pill. Cuz we are so chill. I am so chill I am so chill I am so chill I am so chill I- I am so nonchalant, I am so chill that if a fucking zombie just took- actually, no! Actually, you know what, maybe I don’t deserve to die in Clown’s hands! Maybe this entire time I don’t deserve it, cos I don’t feel like I’ve earned it. I am- I need to- I need to work harder, I need to train harder, I- [pause] I need- to work harder cause I- it’s so far not good enough. I have- [indistinctly] it’s so far not good enough, and I don’t know, I think this time I might take the L again [mumbling] I genuinely think this might be the one that I take the L. Yeah, I know, never gonna be good enough. [laughs] [inhales] My whole life is a joke! It’s actually baffling. [inhales] My whole life is a joke. [inhales] [quietly] Oh, no. Pangi’s so dead. Poor Pangi is so dead. [laughs] He’s so dead! [quietly] I- fucking killed him. Oh my god I’m so stupid, I’m so stupid I fucking killed him. Oh my god I fucking did it. [pause] Oh my god I fucking- dude. [exhales] It’s gonna happen again, it’s gonna happen again isn’t it, it’s gonna happen again! [inhales] It’s gonna happen again!! Ahh!! Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh- I wasn’t even thinking about him. Oh my god. I wasn’t even thinking! I wasn’t even thinking properly I wasn’t even thinking through! Oh my god I’m so stupid I’m so stupid I’m so stupid! I wasn’t even thinking through! Oh poor Pangi- ohh my god- [quieter] how many more times am I have to go through this, again- [laughs]. I- w- [frustrated noise] I genuinely wish that I never met him. I genuinely wish that I never met him. This is.

Oh my god... Ohh. That guy is gonna- [falls a short distance] oh my f- [inhales] that guy’s gonna kill himself, isn’t he. He’s gonna get himself killed, that’s crazy. [pause] [inhales and exhales, sounding like he’s almost crying] I can’t wait to be gone. I- you know what- [pause] there’s no. There’s no turning back. Things are done. I- am. Just gonna keep- going, til I die, and then- I’ll be in peace. [pause] I’ll- I’ll be in peace. [whispering] I’ll be in peace. I just have to die. I just have to die, maybe I’ll kill Clown in the attempt, but th- but then- but then what? [laughing] Then what?! I kill him once, he’s gonna wipe me off the server, he told me about this! [another noise] [inhales] Oh... He has four lives. He has four fucking lives, dude. Like even if I kill Clown, he’s just gonna come back and kill me again. And again. Until I’m dead, I’m gone. 

[quieter, sounding tired] I’m just- you know what. I’m just gonna. I’m just gonna go. [inhales] I guess- I can at least try to kill him. [inhales] Maybe- cause I’m dying. That is a hundred percent real. I am so dying, and you know what? I- can’t wait for that to happen. But until then- I shall practise to at least- at least- um. [pause] Oh my god. I- I gotta at least kill him once, like- I could have some sort of legacy on me before I die, I cannot die like a fucking loser who killed people that had like- worse armour, worse stats, worse everything. [pause] I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it. Non-stop training, for the next days, until the 31st, and I’m gonna kill Clownpierce, even if it’s the last thing I do before I’m dead, and I am gone forever. [laughing] I’m gonna do it! I am doing it!

[distinctlywhumpthing]

Hello! I was rereading Unintentional and was thinking about sometime in the future, if Aiden had communication cards, and the first thing he does is say sorry and thank you. Thoughts?

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Aiden’s stomach flips when Leo calls him downstairs. 

A few months ago, he would have worked himself into a frenzy, convinced his new master was finally punishing or sending him back. He was so desperate for a resolution it wouldn’t have even mattered what he did, just that it finally boiled down to a point of finality he could orbit around. 

Okay, so the thoughts still cross his mind. But just as errant sparks in the background, not an all-consuming blaze outside his control. Leo could be calling him downstairs for a good reason, like following through on the promise of a walk today. It could be something neutral, maybe the dishwasher was finished. Or…

He lets himself look out the window for one steadying breath, tracing the line of trees separating the stretch of yard from the road. The leaves seem slow to come in this year but he doesn’t really have any frame of comparison, just an itching anticipation for the softening of the view, the gentle rustling if he leaves his window open at night. He’s not sure why it feels like the sound will prove something but now’s not the time to get lost on it. 

He finds Leo leaning against the kitchen counter stiffly. “Do you want to sit for a minute?” 

Aiden knows him well enough by now to recognize when he’s working overtime to play it cool. Pulling out a stool, he mentally catalogs everything he’s done today. Replays their idle conversation at breakfast, wondering if he missed a clue. 

Leo slides a small box across the island and steps back, burying his hands in his pockets. Something he only seems to do when he’s nervous and doesn’t know what else to do with them. Aiden swallows. Not to be outdone, his own hands start sweating in his lap. He wipes them on the soft flannel of his hand-me-down pajama pants and reaches for the box. It’s heavier than he expected. He looks up at Leo before— Fuck. He’s not supposed to seek permission for every little thing. The apology is on the tip of his tongue but Leo just nods for him to go ahead. 

His pulse jackhammers against his ribs. This must be something bad if Leo isn’t bothering to correct his old habits. 

Anyone else wouldn’t have to open the box to know what’s inside. There are bright blue letters on the front, spelling it out, and all he can do is stare at them like an idiot. He bites back a wave of frustration. Leo isn’t waiting for him to have a meltdown. 

The top slides off slowly, like it has a vacuum seal. It’s full of paper. No, cards. He resists the urge to look at Leo before fumbling to slide one out. They’re packed in so tight he ends up with three. A picture of an apple greets him from the first. The word spelled out just beneath it in thick black letters. He doesn’t have to flip it over to know the back will have only the word. 

“What do you think?” Leo asks. 

Flashcards. He’s been reduced to fucking flashcards like a goddamn kindergartener. Tears burn in his eyes. He flips to the second to delay looking up at Leo even though the picture is too blurred for him to even see it. Third and he’s out of time. He slides the cards back into the box, flattening them down with his whole palm and wrapping the tips of his fingers around the smooth arc of their aligned corners. Stalling so he can fix his face. 

“Thanks,” he whispers. 

Leo furrows his brow, immediately onto him, but he doesn’t push. “So…Delia said we could start running through a handful at a time. Just to try to get a better idea of where you’re at.” 

“Mhm.” 

 “We can keep a few out to practice,” Leo says, making his voice extra gentle so everything he says sounds one iota away from a question. It drove Aiden up the wall before he learned Leo wasn’t doing it to test him as a companion but to treat him like a person. “Or if there are any you want to have for reference…” 

He nods numbly. 

This can’t possibly be what Harrison intended. Or maybe it was. WRU could have sold him with the four cards he’d need to be the perfect, mute companion. No more pesky back-talk. Yes, sir. Please, sir. Punish me, sir. Thank you, sir. Probably would have worked even with a lobotomy. No brain necessary. 

“Aiden?” 

He straightens his fingers, carefully smoothing the wrinkles he’s put into the fabric of his pants. Irons his expression into a smile and drags his gaze up to Leo’s. “Mmm’fine.” 

Leo tilts his head, searching his face for something he already sees. “Buddy…”

“Nnn—don’t…” He looks away and blinks back the tears that spring to his eyes at the sound of that tone. Soft, gentle, an embrace to catch him because he is falling. “Please,” he adds. “...m’sorry.”

“Okay. It’s all good.” Leo takes a measured breath. And then another. It’s an invitation but Aiden can’t seem to fill his lungs around the pressure of his mounting frustration. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Yeah—” He scoffs, knocking the box of flashcards over with the back of his hand so it smacks on the stone between them. But his scoff comes out sounding more like the beginning of a sob. Fuck, he can’t do anything right. Which for the best. Leo deserves a thousand times better than his bratty insolence. Shame quickly drowns his frustration. He tries to swallow and finds a lump in his throat. The thought that he will just dissolve in tears almost sends him over the edge into just that. God, he’s such a mess. 

Leo just waits, probably knows he’s teetering on the edge of a full-blown breakdown. Aiden can’t meet his eyes right now. Not knowing the concern he’ll find in them, the warmth that never seems to wane no matter how difficult he’s being. He keeps his head down and grips the edges of the stool where Leo can’t see and wills himself to get a fucking handle on things. 

He finally did better the last few days. He wasn’t waking Leo up with his nightmares, made it through every meal without an existential crisis. It helped that they made it past the need for bandages about a week ago. He just had to put a gel on the scars every day after showering. Which, well… 

Today, he couldn’t even draw back the curtain. Every day before was fine. He dutifully controlled his thoughts from veering into dangerous territory and went as fast as possible. Why did today have to be any different? He shook so much he could barely turn the tap, telling himself it was better if Leo didn’t know because it was only this once. It would only be this once. He’d make sure of it.   

“—if you’re not ready,” Leo says. 

Shit. Heat rushes to his face, panic prickling up the back of his neck. He didn’t hear the beginning, has no idea what— 

“Aiden?” 

Even better. Leo knows he wasn’t listening. 

“M’sorry.” It’s barely a whisper. He tries to clear his throat but still can’t seem to swallow around the lump there. Tears well in his eyes again. He doesn’t see how he can possibly recover any part of this exchange. 

Leo places a hand on the countertop between them and he flinches. 

Fucking flinches and he’s not even within reach.

“Mm’sorry,” he groans, shaking his head. Pathetic. He hates— 

“Easy, it’s okay. You’re good—”

Aiden finally lets his eyes snap up to Leo’s. “No,” he whines, angry tears escaping to debase him further. “Mmm’not—m’not…I-I-I…mmm’can’t…I’mmm not…I can’t—” He’s on his feet and doesn’t remember standing. He backs away from Leo, grateful for once that his tears blur whatever look of disappointment or betrayal is on his face. 

He closes himself in the downstairs powder room and sinks to the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest. The flowers in the wallpaper stand silent vigil over his pity party. The wainscoting—Leo taught him that word—is painted a dark, muted green that matches the wallpaper. So much thought and care put into a tiny, insignificant part of the house. He likes this room. Probably because he didn’t—

No. Fuck. He presses the heels of his hands against his temples. Forces air into his lungs. Pulling it deeper and deeper even though his body fights him on it, wants to keep crying. This works though, he knows it works. It will stop if he just controls his breathing. 

All he wanted—all he wants—is to be better. It has to start somewhere. What was he expecting? A fucking dictionary like he’s some eleven-year-old in the fifties? Harrison took a scalpel to his literacy. He’s lucky he can even see. 

The worst part is not knowing if it was intentional or just an unplanned cherry on top of all the other pain Harrison caused. It doesn’t make a difference either way, the damage is done. You have to do the work, his father used to say. Never missed an opportunity to call his son lazy and entitled. There are no shortcuts in life. If he only knew. 

Aiden swipes his sleeve over his cheeks and rests his chin on his knees. He reaches out to run the tip of his pinky finger down one of the little grooves in the beadboard, paint smooth against his fingertip. He continues onto the baseboard beside him, instinctively flipping his hand to check for dust. Of course he finds none and only feels foolish for inspecting the cleanliness of Leo’s house. 

He hears footsteps in the hall and quickly pulls his hand back into his lap like he’s caught. But the door is closed. Closed and not locked, a distinction he owes Leo for the rest of his life after what he pulled. 

Leo stops in front of the door but doesn’t knock. Instead, it sounds like he settles onto the floor. There’s a weighted pause like he’s trying to figure out what to say. Aiden pulls himself into a smaller ball. He should be the one to speak first, to apologize for being such a brat. He—

One of the cards slides under the door. Pizza. He bites his lips together. 

Leo slides him another: Couch. Or sofa, he’s not sure which synonym the card reads, isn’t sure he could put his finger on the difference anyway. He flips it over and uses his fingers to cover all the letters except the first. They’re similar, aren’t they? In shape and sound? And now he’s not sure if he could match this curvy letter shape to the right word even if he could remember what sound it belonged to. 

Hot tears prickle in his eyes and he looks up, into the muted flowers above, to stave them off.  

Leo sends a third card through: Movie. He feels like he can almost read that one, can definitely say it. He whispers it into his hands just to prove he can.

It’s a question, all three. Pizza and a movie on the couch? He’s about to reach for the door when another card slips through the crack. Fire? Aiden looks up like he’d be able to see Leo through the door. Maybe it was just a mistake but the puzzle is enough to push him out of his self-imposed timeout. 

He opens the door without getting up. Leo’s still on the floor too and gives him a sheepish smile, hands buried in his pockets. He must have picked out the cards specifically to bring over here. “Look, kiddo—” 

“M-movie’s...good,” Aiden parses carefully. 

Leo exhales, obviously relieved. 

“But…what…why…?” He holds the one that doesn’t belong between two fingers. “Uhm…mmm—” Fire, fire, fire. It’s right fucking there. His grip starts to shake, his face growing hot from listening to himself stall out. “Mmm—f-f-f—fuck.” 

Leo puts a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, you got the first letter at least.” 

He huffs something between a laugh and a groan, turning his head and dropping his chin onto the back of Leo’s hand. 

“Fire,” he supplies, gently. “We can burn those cards right now if you want.” He’s dead serious, of course he is. Aiden almost wants to agree for the selfish satisfaction of seeing Leo keep his word. Following through to the end just for him. 

“F-f—mmm…” 

“Fire.” 

“F-f-fire,” he grits out. “No…fire…mmm’yet.”

Leo rewards him with his favorite smile, the one that crinkles his eyes. The one that told him all he needed to know, even at the beginning before he fully understood. 

“You call the shots. Just your standard arson-free pizza and movie night it is.” 

“Thank…you…” He lays his cheek on Leo’s hand and immediately feels shy of the gesture even though Leo’s never once pushed him away. 

“Always, hon.” 

His stomach flips and he wants to melt into the floor. There’s no way he deserves this. “...m’sorry.” 

“Nothing to be sorry about. It’s all good.” Leo pulls him to his feet and wraps an arm around his shoulders to lead him back into the living room. Warm sunlight pours through the windows. 

“You tell me if you change your mind and I’ll get the kerosene.” 

Aiden bites back a smile and shakes his head. 

Leo’s not satisfied yet. “I’ll call the fire department for a special permit.” 

He rolls his eyes, hiding his grin with his sleeve even though Leo already knows he’s got him. 

“Seriously, air traffic to Logan will get all mixed up. They’ll see it from space.” Aiden huffs a laugh, tucking his face into Leo’s shoulder. Leo pulls him in for a proper hug. “You just say the word. I’ve even got a whole plan for destroying the ashes.” 

He smiles against Leo’s chest. The follow-through Leo puts into trying to get a laugh out of him might be his favorite of all. 

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[andre-and-cal]

hiiii it’s me again!!

could you do andre’s sociopathic traits or something of that nature like you did for cal? that would be super cool :D

also, would he keep a journal? like, would he have all of his thoughts and feelings in it?

thank youuuuu <3

OMG HIII:D!! And of course !! Hope you like! :]

Some sociopathic traits Andre Kriegman has,,

Like Cal, I don’t believe Andre was a sociopath either— but he does exhibit some of the behaviors similar to one as well.

Since Andre began attending school, he’s developed a vulnerability of succumbing to reactivity (like anger, frustration) when facing problems.

In addition, he can definitely be labeled as conniving given his “missions” with Cal and their plans of violence— Zero Day.

He really was an adorable kid; he had more of a round face, freckles, and a missing tooth. But even with his cuteness, his toddler tantrums never quite matched the half-assed smile etched on his face in childhood pictures and yearbook photos. Admittedly, he gained more control over his moods as he aged, and is now a rather composed teenage boy. But when something sets him off— which can definitely be quite easy— he’ll kind of fall back to grumpy, and then potentially swing forward toward explosive. Although he’s never truly flipped his lid in front of many people, he has outwardly punched and kicked objects in front of others if his emotions were boiling. Sometimes, he’s accidentally broken things as a result.

Receiving that sickly sweet note from the girl who liked him at the end of his 8th grade year made him feel real special, so he ended up saving it. Every time he read it that summer, when he was transitioning from 8th grade to 9th grade, it gave him a rush of immense superiority, like he was better than all the guys who picked on him. Ultimately, after some time, he forgot about the note until it resurfaced when him and Cal were burning their cherished goods before Zero Day.

In high school, his previously decent ability to make friends started to diminish. While the other side of Andre’s personality is more humorous, less serious, and even charming, he was regarded with hyper-criticality and scornfulness when attempting to get alone with his peers. So he started to shy away from his classmates, an unrequited resentment growing. He acquired a cynical first impression of himself, alongside his steadily-increasing lack of desire to connect with other people. Andre doesn’t mind this anymore though— he has Cal, and that’s all that matters.

He mostly keeps his composure out in public when he’s with Calvin, but his short-tempered demeanor has impacted many of his past friendships. His peers at school see him as skeptical and standoffish, even though he feels that he can be sociable in general. Andre has always felt kind of alone, and while he did generally keep to himself as a kid, his only friend and comrade is Cal. The bullying from Brad and his friends further amplified his expanding feelings of frustration and simmering rage toward his school.

In some ways, Andre is slightly envious of Cal’s easy ability to fool other people with his “shy” approach and the “nice guy” mask he wears. As a result, other people, including Rachel, see Andre as the more negative one between them in the Army of Two. And the fact that nobody truly knows Cal somewhat eases Andre’s anxieties while also makes him feel victimized. Though, he’s never spoken about this, and he prefers subtly deceiving others for he and Cal’s sake.

Andre doesn’t like Rachel at all, though the feeling is mutual between the two. He doesn’t make the conscious effort to be nice to her because he simply doesn’t care about what she thinks about him. He doesn’t care that she thinks he’s a bad influence— because she clearly doesn’t fucking know Cal the way he does. They influence each other for the “better”— at least, in their eyes it’s for the better.

But Andre believes that Cal is the only one who really understands him, and who Andre understands the most in the world. With the close-knit link they have with each other, most of the time, he tries not to get really angry at Cal. However, when he’s aggravated and Cal just keeps on pushing his buttons, he fails.

Andre sees the world in black and white— meaning that essentially, to him, there’s only good and bad people. Andre fully sees that him and Cal are among the few “good” people in the world, with them standing tall at overarching social ranks, towering over the common people, in godlike positions.

Andre also keeps a diary— well, he calls it a journal— that his parents bought him for his 15th birthday, a few years back. He never actually started using it until recently, with him now being 18. But it helps him vent his thoughts, hate, hurt… anything, really, that he’s in the mood for discussing privately in his journal. It also helps him somewhat calm down from shitty days at school, like if he’s had run-ins with Brad or if someone laughed at him during a presentation. His pages are unorganized, since he’s never journaled before and assumes that it’s an embarrassing hobby to have.

In his journal, he also writes about Cal. Though, he doesn’t want to seem like some grossly cheesy, sappy teenager from a stupid rom-com whenever he titles his page ‘Cal’ or ‘C.G.’, so he keeps the other teen’s name simple. But sometimes, he really can’t help himself and he draws a little heart or a smiley face next to his name.

Additionally, on random pages, he details Zero Day and its missions. He’s patient, and he’s content with using his free time to intricately prepare for he and Cal’s final mission to come in the near spring.

[rylem33]

A Good Person -- Ending #7: It Never Ends

I asked you all for ideas on endings to my story "A Good Person" and you came through. Here's the seventh one, requested by @nooneimportant975. "Well, since Maggie did break the deal by telling Scott, although it could be argued that the man forced her to tell him and in doing so gave her permission to tell, the punishment could be that the test doesn't end. Every time she does something bad she continues to physically change but stays the same mentally. A minor yet continuous torture for her but a glaring beacon for others to do bad things: Men lying to get her number; Women cattily commenting about how she got her job; Minor car accidents whenever she walk anywhere; Even Scott going from wanting to make love to fucking like in porn. All the while she blames herself." Here's a link to the original story in case you need it: https://www.tumblr.com/rylem33/773678228559872000/a-good-person?source=share

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Scott’s voice trembled as he stepped closer to Maggie. “What do you mean, collect?”

The Devil turned to Maggie, his dark eyes glittering with amusement. “Oh, Scott. Maggie here made a deal…a test, really. But she broke the rules, didn’t she? She revealed what was meant to stay between us. And breaking the rules… well, that deserves a consequence.”

Maggie’s throat tightened, and she stepped forward, her voice shaking. “You forced me to tell him! You didn’t leave me a choice!”

The Devil tilted his head, his sly smile widening. “True. I did stack the odds against you. But you see, my dear, it doesn’t matter. You made a promise, and you broke it.”

Scott stepped in front of Maggie, shielding her with his body. “Then punish me,” he said fiercely. “Leave her alone!”

The Devil laughed, a rich, echoing sound that sent chills down their spines. “Oh, Scott, you’re missing the point entirely. This was never about you. Maggie made the deal. Maggie broke the rules. And Maggie…” He leaned forward, his grin turning sharp. “Will pay the price.”

Before Maggie could protest, the Devil snapped his fingers, and a wave of energy rippled through her. She staggered, clutching her chest as a sharp, tingling sensation washed over her body.

“What… what’s happening?” she gasped, her knees buckling.

The Devil stood back, his arms folded as he watched her with a look of smug satisfaction. “Oh, don’t worry, Maggie. I’m not taking anything away from you. In fact, I’m giving you something.”

Scott caught her before she fell, his hands gripping her shoulders. “Maggie! Are you okay?”

“I...I don’t know,” she whispered, staring down at herself. “What did you do to me?”

The Devil chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. “I simply… extended the test. Every time you do something bad, Maggie, you’ll change. A little here, a little there. Nothing too drastic at first.” He smirked, his gaze gleaming with cruelty. “But it won’t stop. Ever.”

Her chest tightened as she turned to him, horror dawning on her face. “What do you mean, it won’t stop?”

“It means, my dear,” the Devil said smoothly, “that your test will continue indefinitely. Every slip, every misstep, every moment of weakness will be etched into your body for all to see. You’ll remain yourself mentally, of course. That’s part of the fun.”

The changes started small. A slip of frustration at work made her waist shrink even more, her stomach flattening into a toned, impossible perfection. A sarcastic comment to a neighbor made her lips plump further, their glossy sheen drawing attention wherever she went.

She began to notice the reactions almost immediately. Men stared openly, lying through their teeth to get her attention. “I lost your number,” they’d say, holding out their phones eagerly. “Let me get it again.”

Women whispered behind her back, their voices dripping with cattiness. “She must have slept her way into that promotion,” one said with a sneer.

Even strangers in public seemed to react to her presence. Cars swerved to avoid hitting each other when she crossed the street, the drivers craning their necks to catch a glimpse of her exaggerated figure.

Maggie felt trapped, her body a glaring beacon of her every mistake. She tried to do better, to stay on the straight and narrow, but the pressure only made her slip further. A harsh word here, a frustrated sigh there, every moment of weakness added to her transformation.

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Months had passed since the Devil’s cruel words first echoed through the kitchen, but Maggie still felt their weight every day. Her reflection in the mirror had become a stranger: long, gleaming blonde hair; lips perpetually glossy and swollen; an impossibly curvaceous figure that seemed designed to draw attention wherever she went.

Each slip, no matter how small, had added to her transformation, leaving her trapped in a body that betrayed her every imperfection. Her once-muted nails were now talon-like and crimson, her exaggerated breasts strained against even the loosest of clothing, and her hips swayed with an unnerving allure that seemed impossible to control.

But worse than the physical changes were her mannerisms. Her movements had become overtly sensual, every sway of her hips and tilt of her head dripping with a sultriness she couldn’t suppress. Her voice was no longer her own.  Its tone breathy and flirtatious, each word laced with an unintentional tease. Even her laughter had changed, coming out in soft, lilting giggles that made her cringe inwardly.

She hated it. All of it. Yet no matter how hard she tried to control herself, her body refused to cooperate.

Maggie stood at the kitchen counter, pretending to busy herself with chopping vegetables for dinner, though her trembling hands barely held the knife steady.

The sound of footsteps made her tense, and she didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

Scott entered the room, his movements confident and deliberate. His gaze swept over her, lingering on her curves, his lips curling into a familiar, hungry smile. “Maggie,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “You’re so beautiful.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, her chest tightening. She didn’t want this, but she turned to him and licked her lips seductively. “Scott,” she whispered.

His hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him. “My God,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “You’re so irresistible.”

Her heart clenched as she felt the heat of his touch, the passion that always seemed to bubble over the moment he saw her. She wanted to push him away, to shout at him to leave her alone, but she couldn’t.

His kiss was rough and desperate. And as her body responded she felt it. The telltale tingle coursing through her, signaling another change.

Later that evening, as Scott dozed in the bedroom, Maggie sat alone at the kitchen table, her head in her hands. Her nails tapped against the surface, the crimson talons gleaming under the soft light.

The faint scent of sulfur made her flinch, and she didn’t need to look up to know who had arrived.

“Ah, Maggie,” the Devil said smoothly, his voice like velvet as he leaned casually against the doorframe. “How’s my favorite work-in-progress?”

Her hands curled into fists, her nails biting into her palms. “Why are you here?” she hissed, her voice trembling.

He stepped closer, his grin as sharp as ever. “Just checking in, my dear. It’s been… delightful watching you navigate your new reality.”

Maggie’s voice cracked as she said, “I’m trying to be good. I’ve been trying so hard.”

The Devil chuckled, shaking his head. “And that’s what makes it so entertaining. The harder you try, the more spectacularly you fail.”

She stood abruptly, her fists slamming onto the table. “Why are you doing this to me?!”

“Because you’re fun, Maggie,” he said, his grin widening. “Every choice you make ripples outward. Men lust after you. Women envy you. Even Scott, your loving Scott, can’t see past his desire anymore.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she sank back into her chair. “I just wanted to help him,” she whispered.

“And you did,” the Devil said, his tone almost kind. “Scott is healthy, your bills are gone, and you’re together. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

She shook her head, her voice trembling. “Not like this.”

The Devil straightened, tipping his hat. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Every choice has consequences.”

With a snap of his fingers, he vanished, leaving Maggie alone in the dimly lit kitchen.

[sleepyhouse2art]

when i see cute little reminders on social media to "take your meds" i feel so hateful. the commodification of mental illness and its growing popularity as a sort of astrological shorthand for an actual personality by mostly healthy people is mad depressing and annoying

dont tell me to take my meds, you creepy weird motherfuckers! the only people allowed to say that shit to me are my doctor & my husband & my friends. do you think i want to be treated like a baby because i have mental illness? why do YOU seem to want to be treated like a baby? youre on paxil sharon

like my mental illness makes people watch me and check on me and not trust my perception of reality or my memory of things. sometimes i do get straight up treated like a kid by people. if i remember an event differently, i am always wrong. its really frustrating

so no, i don't find it very nice when people infantalize me and i don't like watching people needlessly infantalize themselves. it is mad creepy. it feels like observing a diaper fetishist or something. the whole thing gives me the heebie jeebies

i wonder if it is life being so hard and mean that motivates people to adopt the "sick role"? i understand wanting care but i genuinely think people are hamstringing themselves by pathologizing normal feelings and behaviors because it's making them think they're sick when they really aren't that sick. often people aren't even sick at all and instead just going through the human experience, which is fraught and difficult all on its own without any augmentation by a brain on the fritz, no mental illness needed.

nobody should want to be a patient. its nothing to aspire to. there's no joy in it. it is uncomfortable and the medicine is not safe. i have to take it but it's not like i want to and i feel sour when somebody reminds me. please don't remind me of my shit when it already dominates like my whole life

no, sharon, i do not need a bedazzled pill basket. no, sharon, i do not want "peer support", you are creepy. i hate to inform you that you are not a tubercular 18th beauty languishing in a gorgeous sickbed. you are in a fandom that prizes sickness and this is shameful to me.

your sickness makes you binge watch tv and eat bonbons and passively ideate about scratching your thigh up with a pin. i know pain is relative but like, i used to store my own blood in ziploc bags to protect my home and every painting in my house has told me to kill myself. i have not left my house in over a year. i am on three antipsychotics right now and i am still having frequent hallucinations and they scare me so bad i can't help but react sometimes and that scares my husband and makes him want me to go somewhere just like everybody else wants me to. im trying to stay OUT of the fucking hospital, not WANTING TO GO. im terrified of being raped and killed and i know it will happen to me next time i go. everyone says no, but they don't have my knowledge.

what im saying is this stuff fucks my life up. i cannot live normally. i cant even really take care of myself on my own if im telling the truth. i know im sick. i get reminded all the time. i don't need validation. i wouldn't touch a psych or a therapist or a pharmacy with a fucking ten foot pole if i had the choice. i know im kind of going off rn but who the fuck would want to be a consumer of this boring, tedious, control-abdicating, bad for your body bullshit? i do not understand people like this. i want to be free. be free, sharon!! and stop telling me to take my fucking meds!!!!

[4lexnilsen]

“poppy wrong?   and you expect me to take you seriously?   i thought we’d left the whole let’s make fun of this person’s name thing in middle school,  but apparently some of us stay bullies forever.”   shaking his head and grimacing in disgust,  alex feels utterly repulsed by helena’s behavior,  even more so knowing what his best friend had been through.   how can it be that the same person who keeps talking about kindness stoops so low?   “or,  here’s a wild concept,  she doesn’t actually hate you.   this whole problem is one-sided,  and it’s a you problem,  helena.   poppy doesn’t call you names or make fun of you,  and here you are insulting her for no reason at all.   what gives you the right to judge her like this?   you barely know her.”   he catches a glimpse of her glassy eyes,  but instead of making him want to sympathize with her,  all it does is…   bring in a fresh wave of annoyance to the fire already burning inside his chest.   his jaw set,  temples throbbing.   “you’re giving me a migraine with these conspiracy theories.”   fucking brat.   spoiled little bitch.   

“yeah,  fuck me.   hey,  maybe that’s your problem.   you just need a good —”   fucking,  but what’s left of his stoic nature refuses to say it out loud.   the word hanging in the air between them,  anyway,   “and harry won’t deliver so you’re taking the frustrations out on poppy.   is there a psychological term for that,  too?”   since she loves to throw this whole psychological bullshit in his face.   “that’s another difference.   i don’t give two shits about what my father thinks of me,  not all of us are bound to our daddies by their money.   is there a punishment for bad words at your house?   are you not going to spend the winter break in the maldives if you drop one more bad word?”   something snaps inside of him and he can’t remember the last time that happened,  must have been years and years ago.   maybe when his mother died and he told the nurse who came to console him to fuck off.   hadn’t happened once since then…   well,  up until now.

“i’m a —   a what?   a narcissist?   how am i a narcissist?   do you even know what that means?   and i’ve never once shat on you,  helena.   i don’t know what scenarios you’re coming up with in your head,  but they’re crazy.”   the biggest asshole.   it makes him want to rage because he’s been nothing but kind to her,  always present,  always supportive.   hell,  he even tried to befriend that aggressive dog of hers.   “WHAT LIES?!   i’ve never lied to you!   i’ve never lied to sarah either.   my head’s about to explode.   pull over.   pull over,  i’m getting out.   i’m not listening to more.   this is like —   i’ve never done drugs but THIS is something that puts LSD and acid to shame.   what a trip.”   she’s certifiably insane,  he’s convinced.   she’s the one belittling other women,  calling poppy an idiot and making fun of her name,  accusing him of cheating,  saying he’s a bad person for having other friends…   she deserves her own TLC show at this point.

“a sad broken little boy.   yeah,  right…   whatever makes you feel better,  i guess.”   he just huffs and rolls his eyes,  squeezing her phone between the seat and his backside,  his other hand grabbing the hand brake.   not yet pulling,  but threatening to do so if she doesn’t stop the car.   “go ahead,  say it.   tell me how growing up motherless made me heartless because i refuse to play along with whatever script you’ve written for us in your head.”   teeth sinking into the inside of his cheek,  chewing on the tender skin there until there’s blood on his tongue to keep himself from saying more.   quenching the sudden urge to just slap her across the mouth for it.   but that’s exactly what she wants,  isn’t it?   she wants to provoke him,  wants him to be the bad guy and do something terrible.   little miss perfect needs some sort of a thrill in her life.   “you’re fucking insane…”   he breathes,  laughing hysterically at the silly allegation.   her name should be spelled differently —   HELL-ena.   she’s a demon…   

“for the last time,  honey,  because i don’t think you understand what i’ve been trying to say.   there’s nothing wrong with sharing a bed with your friend.   maybe you’re one of those women who can’t keep their hands to themselves,  but poppy is like a sister to me.   i would never let her sleep in the car or go somewhere else when we’re supposed to be spending time together,  and there’s this king-sized bed in the room.   we’d also shared a tent before,  guess what happened?   absolutely nothing because we’re two adults who respect each other’s boundaries.   insane,  i know.”   he refuses to let got of the steering wheel even as she pinches his thigh so hard that he’s crying out,  smacking her wrist with his other hand and telling her to fuck off and pull over.   “you don’t know shit about driving!   i want to get out.   i’m getting out.   i said stop the fucking car or i’m gonna stop it!   you’ve lost your fucking mind.   i’m calling 9-1-1.   or animal control.   whoever’s willing to take you.”

“really? because you got such a fantastic knack for being the poppy WRONG defense team.” helena yells, brows furrowing in disbelief. “of course she wouldn’t lay a hand on me… she’s too scared, she’s the type who can say a bunch of things but can’t say it to someone’s face. she’d be an idiot to say it to my face.” doe eyes roll at the royal ignorance he’s spewing. he can read a million books, but he’s obviously still just a man with a dumb man brain at the end of the day. obviously no book could ever give him the knowledge on what it means to be a real one. eyes stinging with livid tears she’s unable to control, street lamps blurry from hurtful tears clouding her vision until she blinks them away at the realization he’s been making fun of her.

“fuck you.” gripping the steering wheel tighter, digging her claws into the leather. sharp manicure would love to claw his face. when she starts cursing, he shouldn’t be making fun of her, he should be shutting the hell up and realize he’s pushed her to her dangerous limit. that’s his mistake. “what would your daddy think about it? not very amish and christian of you.” poking fun at him, see how he likes it. since that’s what ohio is about, right? amish cultish weirdos and bible thumpers. they worship god in her household too, but not in an abusive way. it’s not like her to stoop to other asshole’s level, but this time… this time is an exception. he’s pushed her to the absolute deep end to be equally as ugly and nasty. when she were younger— she used to sit and stay quiet when people hurt her feelings, but that’s over with and she’s finally growing into her person. “you.” who’s been treating her like shit. “you’re a liar. and a narcissist. and not a true friend, if you have to defend one and shit on the other. and pretend this is ALL in my head. i’ll show you the proof and then you’re going to look like the biggest asshole that YOU ARE once i get it.” he wants to call her crazy, but she’s just smart. and if he thinks she won’t make it a mission to trick poppy to get the solid proof, even if it’s been right in front of him, he’s so wrong about her. “‘oh, you’re crazy helena for saying the truth and calling me out’. that’s such a typical asshole male response, calling women crazy when we see through your lies and because we’re not hollow shells. but we’re just ‘crazy’ because we have emotions and we’re not heartless creatures like you men so we have to be BELITTLED for it by being called “crazy”. THAT’s what is crazy. you’re just a sad broken little boy.” that’s what he is, like most men… something miserable just lives inside of him. “if you have back problems, then you should stop screwing your friend, i’m sure that doesn’t help matters.” she sasses off instead of addressing any part of that sentence, because it’s all garbage anyway. “it’s disrespectful and gross, sleeping with another woman while you have another at home. i wouldn’t shared the bed with you, i would have just slept in the car or went somewhere else.” the only way it’d be acceptable, is if both parties had terrible romantic partners. that’d be the only exception. but clearly, sarah isn’t abusive or anything since alex continues to stay with her and speak highly of her. “what do you mean,” asking confused, “I’M DRIVING?? are you DENSE? that’s what you said to do. so that is what i’m DOING, DUH.” going to sarah’s location like he said!? “what’s the problem?! who’s the control freak now??” how hilarious of him to freak OUT, just as she predicted. “give me the phone back! i REALLY can’t miss the cars on the road if you’re hand is on the steering wheel! LET GO OF IT!” grabbing his thigh, pinching the hell out of it to make him let go of the steering wheel as they quickly get back up on the interstate and he’s causing her car to swerve in and out of her lane too much. “i know how to drive! fuck off!”

[solidcarbon]

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[qoldenskies]

i think its so funny when people take the way donnie acts at face value even though its a horrible lie because he's a horrible liar, while understanding leo is bullshitting very well despite him actually being GOOD at bullshitting. many such cases

[ratatatastic]

maffhew who refuses to say runebergin torttu because he knows hes gonna butcher it so bad he might be kicked out of the country the second he tries and staunchly avoids that by going "the one dessert that barky is going to have to explain 😃"

sasha who gets faced with the most generic description of everything hes ever eaten in his life so far because of maffhew and going "???... oh you mean runebergin torttu!"

"he did good he liked the food and he likes the finland so far so its good" sasha says with so much pride now that all the anxiety has left his system that his husband teammate is enjoying his country and doesnt hate it

media availability | 10.29.24 (x)(x)

the smile of a man who knowlingly doomed his husband and said husband using all his brain power to context clues his way to whatever the fuck he just got asked that his brain is running hotter than a mid 2012 macbook air thats somehow still alive in the year of the lord 2024 but girl does she chug along shes louder than a fighter jet

[weregonnaneedabiggerboat]

Okay so I really wanna talk more about this scene because it really hit me hard after what Kinger said in episode 3, so prepare for a LOOONNNNGGGG rant of me being a supreme Jax apologist again 💜 ^w^

CW: Mentions of isolation, depression, and suicidal ideation. If you like Gangle I suggest scrolling because I'm going to be very critical of her here 😅 especially towards the end.

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Okay. First of all,

Look at this.

This shot in particular.

It's shot from his point of view, over the shoulder. Ragatha and Zooble are inviting Pomni to join them for Kaufmo's funeral.

And nobody is looking at him.

Nobody even acknowledges his presence.

A POV shot from Jax's perspective, showing the characters not paying attention to him, then switching to him to show that he's upset before he walks away? Yeah, that wasn't by accident.

I think Ragatha maybe glanced for half a second, but the fact she didn't even bother to say anything to him in this moment just really brings home how isolated he must feel emotionally. People really seem to overlook these shots when they judge Jax's character too, and it almost feels like the fandom treats Jax exactly the way the others treat him too.

No wonder he stormed off, they are LITERALLY FACING HIM, STARING DIRECTLY AT HIM, and decided that y'know what? It's actually not important at all to invite this guy who's been stuck here for years with us and also knew Kaufmo, and who, might I add, has very likely been really close with Kaufmo because both love to joke around and pull pranks. Jax called him "Kauffy" in the first episode so that told me they're for sure friends, and this moment just solidified it for me.

But essentially? Jax's best friend basically committed suicide. And nobody even asks him if he wants to go to the funeral. Like holy shit.

And Pomni, bless her sweet little heart, she's totally innocent in this!! Because like, she literally just got here, she has no idea about the relationships between anybody! And Kinger has the excuse of being crazy/demented so we can't say for sure that these things cross his mind between all the fog

But... Zooble? Gangle? Ragatha...?

None of you... None of you decided that, well, maybe you should check to see how jax is doing...?

Like, even if you think he doesn't care... Wouldn't you at least want to double check...? Just in case he does...?

And in episode 4 with Gangle as manager, I think Jax had a moment of realization after that torture scene that Gangle genuinely hates him، and for the rest of the episode he seeme pretty disconnected and almost confused, as if in his head, the adventures are just fun silly things to do because they're in a video game and the goal is to play the game

He didn't know people took them seriously, and when everyone is suddenly playing the fast food shift adventure seriously, you can see how increasingly frustrated he becomes with everyone else, because everyone is just letting gangle boss them around and assert her fake authority over them

And the thing is, he's probably so mad that everyone would rather please Gangle and feed into her delusions of authority, DESPITE HOW CRUEL SHE'S BEING TO HER FRIENDS, rather than actually have a fun and silly adventure. He only wants to mess around, because it's a video game for fuck's sake!!

Not only that, but the fact gangle focused more on punishing Jax rather than, oh I don't know, helping Ragatha out of the fucking deep fryer maybe, purposefully illustrated to me how selfish Gangle really is. She just told Jax his list of tasks, and then left. She didn't even check on Ragatha or anything, so obviously this wasn't about Ragatha, but about being in control.

But she hides behind her tearful mask and plays victim so that people feel bad for her and defend her. She said she used to be a shift manager in her previous life, so it's no doubt she used to treat people the way she treated her own friends in episode 4.

And for those saying Jax always breaks her mask, he's literally only done it once (and a half? lol)

In episode 1, Pomni was the one who knocked everyone over and broke the comedy mask. In episode 2, it was an NPC. In episode 3... Yeah sorry Jax, can't defend ya buddy. And in episode 4, it was an accident, and you can tell because Jax didn't show any signs of actually wanting to aim the ball at Gangle. He doesn't pick on Gangle any more than he does the others, she just cries about it more.

At the end of episode 4, Gangle tells Zooble she "doesn't deserve a friend like her", and honestly, that gave me the BIGGEST ick, because she just reminded me of those people that are constantly like "I'm so useless, I should just die, you should leave, I don't deserve anything" and suck all the emotional life out of you without ever even bothering to listen to your needs. Because when has Gangle actually tried to help console anyone?

And I'm gonna be honest, I really can't think of any moment where Jax was doing something particularly evil. In episode 2, presumably his "worst episode", he was just acting like... Someone playing a video game. Like a guy who's dicking around in Grand Theft Auto or Minecraft. He's aware the NPCs reset and all and he didn't stick around to actually watch any of that "violence" that he inflicted in the end, it's kind of like when people decide to just bomb villages in Minecraft or run over the pedestrians in GTA, because they're just code, not people.

The only dickish thing I can think of was when Jax threw Pomni out of the truck, but it didn't look like Pomni was in pain, just scared and frustrated at the sudden action. He was also pretty rude-mouthed to Gangle and Ragatha, but it struck me more as teasing, not genuinely wanting to make them upset.

Anyway... Sorry for rambling and getting mad lmao, I had a lot to say, especially with everyone saying "Jax deserved it" and saying that Gangle was "acting reasonably", because in my opinion she really wasn't.

This is my two cents, I just wanted to throw my thoughts out there and see what everyone else thinks lolz

At the end of the day they're just fictional characters and my thoughts won't affect the show, please remember this if you're planning on replying with hate :')

Love you guys!

"In this world, the worst thing you can do is make someone think they're not wanted or loved." — Kinger