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cyncerity · 2 years ago

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pt. 2!! finally!!

I’ve been going back and forth on how to finish this, but I want to keep working on bigger things that require thinking and i didn’t have the brainpower to make this super detailed and do those. This is pretty straightforward and shorter than usual, so my apologies, but I wanted to post something after being gone for a while.

that being said, this is the comfort to the pt. 1 hurt.

not really any tws just mentions of what was talked about in pt. 1

After laying for a while, Schlatt decided to do what he always did on these nights, and found himself in the living room, where Tubbo had fallen asleep on the couch watching some shitty Netflix movie. The sight of his son, calm and content and above all else breathing, helped to calm him down. He didn’t recognize the sweater Tubbo was wearing, and it seemed far too big; he guessed it was Ranboo’s or Tommy’s. God, if Tubbo hadn’t been around, what would have happened to them? If Tubbo hadn’t changed his views, what could Schlatt or Quackity and his fiancés have done to them? God, what could have happened to Charlie and Minx? Would he have hurt them? Would he have wanted to?

Schlatt didn’t know how long he had been standing there before he heard something. “…Dad..?” Schlatt snapped his head toward the couch, seeing Tubbo sit up and rub his good eye with his hand. “Why are you up so late?” Schlatt took a second to respond, willing the horrible “what ifs” to the back of his head for a moment and trying to put on a smile. No need to worry his son about this, there wasn’t much he could do anyway. “Don’t worry about it, just grown-up shit, I’m fine.” Tubbo just froze and looked at him. “Are you crying?” “I-“ Schlatt stopped. He didn’t know when he had started crying again, but now he couldn’t stop. God, he was a grown man, why was he worrying his kid like this?

Tubbo just looked up pitifully before smiling and patting the space of the couch next to him, same as what he always did when Tubbo was upset and he wanted him to talk about it. Schlatt laughed lightly at the irony before walking over to sit in front of the couch on the floor, leaning his head back onto where Tubbo had gestured.

“So is there anything you want to talk about?” Tubbo asked slightly smugly, mimicking exactly how Schlatt always started these talks. “You think you’re the adult now, brat?” Schlatt shot back playfully, no real venom in his voice. Tubbo chuckled slightly before becoming more serious. “Really, are you ok? You don’t get like this.” “Really, kiddo, im fi-“ “It was a nightmare, wasn’t it?” Tubbo cut Schlatt off. At his shocked silence, the borrower continued. “I know nightmares, believe me, i’ve had some awful ones. They can be hard to recover from. Mine are…rough, to say the least.” Tubbo said, wringing his hands together. “They usually take me back to memories i want to forget. Things I don’t want to think about. Lots of ‘what ifs,’ you get what I mean? Maybe even sound familiar?“

Schlatt nodded in a numb, shocked silence. Tubbo knew. He knew exactly what Schlatt was dealing with. Schlatt knew Tubbo had nightmares, of course he knew, he always helped him through them, but some stupid part of him had never even thought to imagine that they’d be as bad as his. Godammit, they were probably worse. Tubbo had been through so much more than he ever had, was stronger than he could ever even hope be, and he was still only 14 years old. “Tubbo, how often does this happe-“ “That’s a talk for later. Right now I’m worried about you, ok? You can’t hope to deal with all my traumatic shit before you deal with your nightmares.” Schlatt just laughed. “Fair enough, i guess. I just…i don’t wanna talk about it. Not right now.”

“And you dont have to, not now, not ever, if you really want. Just, promise me you won’t try to go through it alone. You force me to talk my feelings out and shit, this is a taste of your own medicine.” Schlatt laughed as his tears started to dry. God dammit, what did he do to deserve him? Maybe he has done some right in his life, if he managed to raise a kid like Tubbo.

Schlatt sat up onto the couch and quickly scooped Tubbo up into his hands, pressing him close to his chest. “You know how much I love you, right, Tubbo?” His some gave a slight hum in response, relaxing further into the hands. “You only tell me like a hundred times a day, but i’m sure you’re about to say it again.” He replied with a sleepy sarcastic tone. Schlatt scoffed lightly as he held Tubbo closer, pulling the rest of his body onto the couch and tucking his knees closer to his chest. “I love you so, so fucking much I can’t even put it into words. Never forget that, kiddo.” He said, lightly brushing his finger over tubbos hair and down his back as he felt his son start to purr, making his heart warm. The feeing of Tubbo purring in his hands and being able to feel the tiny fluttering of a slow, steady heartbeat was finally enough to start pulling Schlatt back to sleep, but he didn’t miss Tubbo’s quiet, half mumbled response of “Love you too, dad.” He fell asleep with a smile on his face and the child he loved and cared for safe in his hands.

And when he slept, he didn’t dream.

Does Shlatt ever feel guilty about almost killing his son when he first saw him? Does he ever get nightmares about what would have happened if Tubbo hadn’t started audibly crying?

This has been sitting in my inbox for months, i’ve been thinking about it a lot. I don’t know who you are but what you’re about to read is your fault /lh (fr tho i genuinely enjoyed writing it so thank you for the ask hskskskshs)

Anyway i wanted to flex my angst muscles so take literally the darkest thing i have ever written. And just so you know, there is a part two if anyone wants it because the ending of this is dark, and the epilogue thingy makes it less dark. However that’s not included in this post because i want you all to suffer :)

Tws (don’t take these ones lightly): MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, descriptive gore, alcoholism, mentioned drug use, vomiting mention, brief descriptions of blood

it’s shorter than i usually write but don’t be fooled

The nightmares come somewhat often. They’re always the same, and only for a few hours. Every time Schlatt wakes up after one of them, it’s only been 3 or 4 hours since he went to sleep. But, god, does it feel like a whole lifetime in the dream. A life he could have made for himself, one he hated that he could have had. One thing he had almost done.

Blood on his shoe; that’s how it always started. Never at the beginning, the true beginning, where he first found the little boy, or heard his crying. He knew the crying too well in his actual life; he had heard it every day for many months after he met his son, before he learned to speak and became fully verbal. No, the dream didn’t feel the need to remind him of that sound, it only started with the sickly crunch as his boot finished flattening itself to the floor, bones splitting and blood splattering underneath it across the dirty apartment floor as the innocent life of the child he would grow to love more than anything else in the world was stomped out before it could ever really begin.

The dream was somewhat split here in a way that didn’t make sense, as dreams often don’t; Schlatt felt like his brain, his heart, whatever you could call it, was split in two. In one part, he felt as he did in that moment so many years ago before he had chosen to take in the child; a mild annoyance that this creature even dare exist. The other half of him was the real, current him. The him that felt like an unwilling passenger in a memory that was twisted. He felt like he was experiencing everything first person, like he was doing it himself but had no control. This was the part he could always tell was kind of a dream, since he was still lucid enough to feel like himself, even if he couldn’t reason enough to realize he was asleep. And as himself, he felt sick. Angry. He wanted to puke. He wanted nothing more than to strangle himself, to kill the him that would kill his son, to drop to the ground and just stare at the remains of his child and sob until his eye ran dry and his throat bled. But he couldn’t, not in the dream, because the worse him, the him that he could have been if things were shifted slightly to the left, still had control. He couldn’t stand to hear the life be drained from his son, couldn’t stand to be reminded of how ignorant he’d been when they met, but he couldnt stop it, either. He hated it, he hated it so much.

The worse him carried on, like he always did on the nightmare nights. He cleaned up the bloodied and mangled remains of what was once just a frightened and innocent child and continued on with his day. The rest of the day went as it always did, which infuriated the real Schlatt more, since he would have had no way of knowing what he’d robbed himself of. But he’d soon learn. Because at this point in the dream, real schlatt disappeared. He no longer felt what he would really feel, only his past self’s emotions, and it made it all so much worse.

Days passed in the dream, going on normally. No thoughts of the little borrower, nothing changing. Nothing changed from how he had lived before…until Quackity broke up with him. Time warped, not like he could tell in the dream, but months passed. Months passed and he saw Quackity less and less often. Months passed and he found new lovers, and they moved in down the hallway. He didn’t want to talk to them. He didn’t want to do much of anything.

He started drinking more. He had always been a heavyweight, but he needed to get drunk. He needed the distraction. He was alone, he was so lonely, he just wanted it to stop. Months passed faster and more often than not he was passing out drunk on the couch instead of sleeping in an actual bed. He picked up smoking again. Not that he didn’t smoke often anyway, but his packs seemed to be disappearing quicker and quicker. Quackity tried to reach out more often, he saw how Schlatt was declining but he became bitter and angry, often lashing out at him in a drunken rage, and there was nothing Q could do to help him. There was nothing anyone could do to help him anymore.

The dream always ended the same way, too. He was on the couch, barely conscious after his god knows how many at this point bottle of whatever he was drinking, having some stupid argument with Quackity. Probably about his health, which Schlatt would laugh at before proceeding to feel something wrong. Something in his chest. Now, Schlatt in real life did not know what a heart attack felt like, but they probably weren’t as painful as the dream made them out to be. Part of him thinks it’s his own subconscious being mad at him for still thinking about that moment so much, even after it had all turned out for the better, but those were his thoughts after he woke up.

In the dream, he laid on the floor, after trying and failing to stumble off the couch, blood staining his dominant hand and arm as the bottle he was holding shattered on the floor and cut open his palm. He tried to scream, to sob in pain, to beg any god that would listen for some kind of mercy, but something wouldn’t let him. He laid in silence. That child he killed never got to scream or plead or beg, why should he? He was starting to lose grasp of the things around him. The panicked, cracking voice of his ex-fiancé above him, a professional sounding voice on a speaker phone updating how long it would be until someone got there, pressure on his chest and air being forced into his lungs. It wasn’t working. He could barely make out Quackity’s face anymore. He could barely feel the tears that fell from his eyes onto his own face. He could barely hear Quackity trying to refrain from sobbing and just trying to keep him awake. It didn’t work. No one came in time.

He died there, every time. He died in his early twenties having drunk himself to death and in the arms of a man who he had once loved but couldn’t even have been bothered to be around for the last few months of his life. He died having accomplished nothing but self pity and loathing. No final words, no final goodbyes. A fitting end for someone like him.

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He always woke up in a cold sweat, tears pouring out of his eyes. He had never been good at remembering dreams, but this one he remembered every time, always in excruciating, vivid detail. He never knew what to do, so he laid there, hand over his mouth, stifling sobs. Sometimes he would think about it to hard, re-play it all over and over, remind himself of what a monster he could’ve been. That he used to be. Sometimes he couldn’t help but let the wet, sickening crunch fill his ears over and over, let his brain conjure up the sickly scent of iron, make himself sick. Only sometimes did he feel bad enough after waking up that he needed to puke. Tonight was one of those nights.

He spent who knows how long just leaning over the toilet bowl, face pale and dripping with sweat, just trying to stop the vomiting and the nausea that came over him to no avail. His knuckles where clenched white around the porcelain. He knew it could have happened. He knew how close he was to that life. Hell, that’s probably exactly how it would have gone down if he hadn’t met Tubbo. Tubbo was the reason he stopped smoking. Tubbo was the reason he had stopped his unhealthy drinking habits, god knows how addicted he had been back in school. He bettered himself for the sake of his son, his main supporter, the light of his life in more ways than he could ever explain, he wouldn’t have accomplished anything he had recently without him.

Tubbo had saved his life just as much as Schlatt had saved his.

He loved his son more than anything, he hated anything that would have or could hurt him, and with that came the unfortunate truth: there was a part of himself that he hated, that he could never forgive. And there was nothing he could do to change that.

#dad’s troubles au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tiny!tubbo #giant!schlatt #cynwrites #g/t #dsmp g/t #i don’t have much to say rn other than i’m tired and a new AJR song drops in 30-ish minutes i think #i really hope #i’m excited #but this is a g/t blog i rant about AJR other places #edit: it came out 19 hours ago i’m just dumb #it slaps tho

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technowoah · 3 years ago

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Chuckle Week

Its Chuckle Week and you flew out to LA to see your friends again

- Ted, Charlie, & Schlatt x platonic! reader

-gender neutral reader!

- not requested

an// I just wanted to make a Chuckle Sandwich imagine in honor of Chuckle Week!

⚠︎: a lot of dialogue, mentions of the lunch club, idk about this one yall- I mean its okay but im really picky w my work

My Navigation!

"There they are!"

You had gotton off the airplane snd tiredly went to baggage claim and now you sre rolling your bags over to your three taller friends who called you. You had a big smile on your face even though, in contrast, your eyes were bloodshot and wanted to shut close.

Finally you made it over to the three friends who waited impatiently for your arrival. You stopped rolling your bags and went to Ted who's arms were out awaiting a long overdue hug from you.

"It's been too long." Ted said while squeezing you.

"We'll its not my fault you moved out to LA." You teased.

"Not you too."

You laughed as you gave Charlie a huge hug as well.

"Yeah its all your fault Ted." Charlie said while letting go of your hug.

"No its not-"

"You made y/n come all the way out to LA just to see us. Smh my head." You heard Schlatt say while leaning on your rollerbags.

Ted laughed in annoyance. "Okay can we stop slandering me and get the fuck out of here. Im tired."

"I am too. Ive been on a plane for hours, next to a creep." You sighed

You all made light conversations about life and the trip here while walking between Ted and Charlie while Schlatt rolled your bags even though earlier you tried to get him to give you your things back.

This week they decided to fly you out to Los Angeles for Chuckle Week. You were supposed to be on their podcast later on today. You were a youtuber like the other three that walked beside you. You had met Ted through a friend who said he was in college for film and you were interested in the same degree.

You two had gotton along well and he had opened a bunch more opportunities for you in college. Soon after you learned he was a youtuber and in a group called the Lunch Club. When Ted invited you to meet the whole group you had only gotton along with two other members which happened to be Schlatt and Charlie.

That was basically how you all met and you four stayed close ever since then. You enjoyed hanging out with them, but when you all moved you all stopped hanging out in real life and replaced it with facetime calls.

This was the first time in the past year that you all have met up with one another.

"So where do you wanna go?" Schlatt asked from thr front seat. Ted was in the driver's seat, and Charlie was in the back with you.

"My hotel." You said bluntly.

"Why? You just got here!" Schlatt complained

"Cause I have luggage and I dont wanna keep it in the back of Ted's car." You said back to the man.

The plane ride wasn't exactly the most pleasant plane ride. You've traveled better, and it drained you out. At least you werent driving all the way to LA.

"Fine."

"I agree, but lets go sight seeing first!" Charlie tried to convince the group to follow his idea.

"I dont know." Ted thought about the situation.

"I mean if we go to Y/N's hotel they're probably gonna leave us in the lobby while they sleep." Schlatt said looking back at you.

"True."

"Okay but, Y/N's clothes can get melted in the back of Ted's car in the Los Angeles heat it'll be fine! Lets do something." Charlie jokingly complained while Ted continued to drive through the busy streets.

Ted sighed while shaking his head. "Fine Charlie what do you wanna do?"

"I dont fucking know."

Ted rolled his eyes while Schlatt groaned. You and Charlie were laughing in the backseat at the two men complaining in the front seat. You missed them, so Charlie's idea of doing something was a great idea.

"There's beaches here right?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"No shit."

"Let's go there! Ted pick a beach!" You exclaimed.

"Okay there are only like, three beaches I know and they are all gonna be full." Ted said while switching lanes. "Pick a number one, two, or three."

Ted gave us numbers keeping it secretive even though he said all of the beaches would be full, so there would be no difference.

"One!" You exclaimed.

"Three." Schlatt shrugged. "Three is a good number."

"You're doing that on purpose." Ted laughed.

"Doing what?" Schlatt laughed.

"Picking a different number! Now its all on Mr. Slimecicle back there." Ted pointed back at Charlie.

Charlie was in a thinking pose before taking forever and finally saying his number. "Oh! Um, two!"

"Ah c'mon!"

"Dammit Charlie!"

"Hey you said pick a number! And I like-"

"Im picking two! Im driving we're going to beach two~!" Ted yelled over the three.

"You should've done that in the first place Ted."

"I know."

"Welcome to Santa Monica pier!" Ted said while walking slightly a head of the other three.

"This is it?" You asked.

"Yeah? You're not impressed?" Ted asked back slightly surpised.

"Thought it would be more LA." You joked.

You've never been to LA before. There was one time Ted invited you to join the Lunch Club on their trip to LA, but you denied because you didn't want to intrude, and also you didnt get along with the other guys. Santa Monica pier was really pretty, it was a small amusement park type deal. It was cute.

"What gets more LA then this!?" Schlatt waved his arms gesturing to all the people around him.

"There's a ferris wheel. You wanna go on that?" Charlie asked stopping in the middle of the pier.

"Lets just go to the beach part. I dont want to be stuck with yall on a small box." You chuckled while taking a good look at the places around the area.

"Hey! Thats a privilege! You know how many people who would wanna be stuck in a small box with one of us?" Ted joked back to you.

"No one." Schlatt laughed. "What kind of messages do you get Ted?"

"You dont want to know man!" Charlie answered.

"Okay since we're so unorganized-"

Ted interrupted you. "We know what we're doing here! Okay, lets get some funnel cake or whatever and go to the beach."

"Yeah and we can watch Schlatt die of heat." Charlie added while bumping your shoulder and walking along with Ted towards a restaurant.

You turned around to see schlatt in his regular attire which consists of a huge hoodie and shorts which the whole outfit seemed hot. You laughed because apparently nothing has changed.

"You know I havent seen your arms Schlatt. It hot out here." You poked him.

"Yeah I know and you're never gonna."

"I hate sand. Its coarse, rough and irritating-"

"Dont even start!" You laughed at Ted while he sat beside you in the sand.

He was right, the beach was full probably because its the weekend. You were sitting next to Ted eating your funnel cake they bought for you. Schlatt and Charlie were off somewhere near the water, the last thing you heard and saw was something about water and recording.

"I cant believe this is the first thing I eat after a long ass plane ride." You sighed while using the fork they gave you to stab at the cake.

"At least its something and you're not starving. I mean they gave you a lot!" He pointed out.

"Exactly Im not gonna eat all of it." You began to hand it to him.

"I dont want that shit. I already ate all of mine. Eat all of it."

"No I'll just give it to the other two if I dont eat all of it." You sighed.

"Speaking of, where are the other boys?"

"Who knows. Who cares." You joked.

"Hopefully they didn't drown." Ted said while leaning back onto his hands.

"Yeah that would be tragic." You laughed pretending to not care for your two friends.

"Remember when you said you didn't want to come with us to LA the first time?" Ted asked you.

"Not really. Why?"

"Why the sudden change of heart?"

You thought about how to phrase your answer then answered Ted's question. "I didn't like the others. It would've been weird if all of your attention was on me or all of your attention was not on me and I became a third wheel just because I wanted to go to LA."

You paused before continuing with your statement. "The only people I liked were you and Charlie cause he was so inviting and wanted to be my friend, he reached out first after the meet. I thought Schlatt hated me at the time, but it turns out he dosent. Or he did and turned around to liking me. I just never got to the other boys" You laughed at the past memories.

Ted hummed and nodded your head at your answer. "I mean you could've gave them a chance."

"Ive watched their stuff before! Some of them are nice." You said playing with your fingers now unsure of what you said.

"I mean you missed the highlight of my life! When I got extremely high and thought I was gonna die." Ted laughed and you did too remembering when the three men joined you on facetime to tell you the story that night.

You looked out by the water and see Charlie and Schlatt trudging through the sand towards the both of you.

"Oh shit there they are." You laughed.

"Damn I wanted the podcast to myself." Ted laughed as well.

"Just generate AI versions of Schaltt and Charlie. You'll be fine."

"That was the plan all along!" Ted joked and you laughed as you sat up to greet the other two men.

Schlatt flopped doen into the sand infront of you while groaning.

"Where did you come from?"

"The water."

"We wanted to go in the water, but decided not to because we would be wet all the way back." Charlie explained in more detail

"Im glad you decided not to cause I dont want your wetness in my car." Ted said back.

"Ew."

"Ted, we're gonna get sand in your car." Schlatt said while laying back in the sand and immediately getting back uo because of the sun.

"Brush it all off." Ted bluntly said back to the man.

"Guys I love the bickering, but what time is it?" Charlie asked shielding his eyes from the sun.

"You have a phone Charlie." You laughed.

"And you do too! So check!" He pointed.

You smiled and brought out your phone seeing it was 3:30 pm. Your eyes widened as you realized that the time to check in your hotel was around 3:00 and 4:00.

"It's 3:30 and I need to get checked in to my hotel." You said while getting up and brushing the sand off of your body.

"Holy shit we're supposed to record at 4:00." Ted said while getting up and the other two following suit.

"Time flies huh." Schlatt says while following behind all of you guys.

"Schlatt hurry up we got a podcast to run!" Charlie exclaimed beside you.

"And my clothes are going to melt in Ted's car lets go!"

"Thank goodness we're here!" You leaned against the receptionist counter while the woman behind it was typing on the computer infront of her.

"And your clothes didnt melt which was a miracle in of it's own." Charlie said while leaning one of your roller bags.

You had gotton the cards to your room and the number and floor it was on. You thanked the woman before getting out the way for the person behind you to get checked in.

"We'll wait for you down here-"

"Just throw your bags in the room and come back down. Take the stairs." Schlatt interrupted Ted who

"How long are you staying?" Charlie asked while giving you one of your bags.

"A week! Starting from today!" You exclaimed loud, but not loud enough to disturb anybody else in the lobby.

"Really?"

"That's great!"

"You picked the wrong people to spend a week with." Schlatt laughed.

"I think I made the right choice."

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rumiraclemi · 2 years ago

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haha holy Shit (my general rambling about the whole episode, spoilers for BitB ep 1)

horror master dm charlie fucking strikes again oh my God. okay first of all this is just, such an interesting setting and set up, a group of old friends meeting up to play dnd?? lmao guys ok. but already there’s just, you can tell that there’s so much that’s happened behind the scenes, i’m REALLY interested in the beef between roland and rand they’re playing with. rand being pissy about roland leaving them all behind, even though it’s obvious something Fucked Up happened that made him feel like he had to get out of there. the little like references they made to stuff in the past, rand’s sister dying as a kid, the horde of dead bodies roland saw in the water by the tree, i’m fascinated. i’m also wondering what kinda effect rand staying in town this whole time while the others were gone had on his psyche. like at least the others got out, but rand’s been here, in the middle of this, for Years. idk how CoC works so i dont really know all this sanity stuff, but the way charlie sounded So concerned when he told him his score says a Lot. and we don’t really have much on kian yet, grizzly playing him as the guy in the horror movie who never sees the shit going down and is just in denial is so fucking funny? like my mental notes on him are: 1.) no parents? or, maybe his parents are involved in some weird shit? he made up his own last name and i think came from a weird part of town. and 2.) MILF enjoyer. 👍 the characters are already so fascinating, but of course charlie delivers with the SPOOKS, like the first real thing they see, the birds falling on the car, and the way he shifts his voice when he describes stuff, hooooo man. and after, when they find (what remains of) rat, like just. “he’s merely a smear on the wall” “through his skin you can see his heart beating” “you watch as his heartbeat speeds up and his heart melts in front of you. his head falls to the side and he lays there, dead”. bRO. rand staying there with him, trying to comfort him, he wants to go and get help, but he already knows there’s no helping him. man. the whole thing at rand’s place with his parents and the weed was funny and all, but i got legitimate shivers when charlie described the show on tv, a character is beating another to death with a rock splattering blood everywhere, and you Feel a little something splash onto your face before you shut the tv off. roland experiences this Nightmare while kian is [redacted] upstairs. and of course they end up in a nasty crash (noticing a trend of letting the Worst driver in a group be the designated driver and immediately suffering those consequences, Hard.) when the back end of the car was crushed up against something invisible, fleshy, and Beating. bro i full-body shivered and fucking Giggled. i am SO into this you don’t even KNOW the reveal at the end... i’m so fucking intrigued i’m curious i wanna know NOW. (though it’s really funny, hearing charlie react to whatever rolls he did i do Not think they were supposed to know this early LMAO.) with the officer from earlier it sounds like a good number of people from the town are in on this, but also. what are the people of the town?? rat’s dead, rand’s sister is dead. are they all dead? being replaced by, something? how far has it gone already? and if there’s already a barrier like this around the town, whatever’s doing this is fucking powerful. how much of a chance do our characters really even have? (<- i say this affectionately, i know they’re going to fuck things up on an eldritch scale and i’m fucking Here for it)

hehehe i’m so fucking excited, this is gonna be a legendary miniseries. reminding myself it’s only 4 episodes makes me sad, but i am Eagerly looking forward to what they do with this.

#jrwi #jrwi bitb #jrwi coc #(<- haha lol cock)#jrwilb #you think charlie did that to get the jrwi required Rat™ out of the way early #usually i ramble a ton in the tags but. the post's already long enough lmao

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chippedaxe · 3 years ago

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Hate Is A Strong Word

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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word

Warning(s): cursing, maybe a bit of angst? (Not a lot), fluff, arguing, fighting, ect..

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: you and Karl hate each other (or at least you both thought) until it was leaked to the smp that he had feelings for you.

Pairing: c!Karl X gn! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: this is my first sfw fic 😍😍

- if this gets enough attention then I might do a part 2 with some nsfw.

* This is unedited and I didn’t rlly proof read it so if this story actually makes no sense at all than I’m rlly sorry 😭

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Your eyes narrowed and you furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed Karl in the distance, he looked as if he was moving towards you so you were wondering what business he was up to.

“Karl! What’re you doing?” You called out to him but he snubbed you and ignored your question “Fine, ignore me then asshole!” You scoffed and returned to what you were doing, you try to act nice and he doesn’t play along!

You went back to crafting, putting the sticks together and cursing yourself once you realized you didn’t have all the correct materials. You sighed and held onto your nose bridge in annoyance “I can’t believe I forgot to get the red stone!” You grumbled.

This meant more work for you today and you were already tired of it, you sat down and tried to think of a way to get out of doing more hard labor for the day. You got an idea and stood up, there’s got to be someone on the server with red stone right?

You exited your humble house and approached the first person you saw outside which happened to be Purpled “hey! I’m sure that you’ve probably got some on you so I was wondering if I could borrow some red stone? Or just take it from you..” you asked politely “oh I Uh- I actually ran out, I used the last of it on this build right here!” He stood back and presented the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen.

You nodded “oh alright then- thanks anyways” you passed him and walked down the trail, perhaps Eret had stolen some off of someone and could let you borrow a few? You walked up to him and smiled “greetings! Do you have any spare red stone that I could please use?” You bowed down slightly.

“Oh no, I’m afraid that I don’t have any! I know who does have a whole supply of red stone though!” Eret’s voice sounded condescending and almost patronizing “oh really? That’s great! Who is it?” You smiled excitedly “It’s Karl!” Eret replied.

Your face fell and you frowned, your happiness was wiped from your face and you gave Eret a deadpan look “why does it have to be him?” You groaned “oh I’m sure someone else will have some, you’ll just have to check around..” Eret then scattered away.

You knew that Eret is normally right, she won’t let anyone prove them wrong, so you knew that Karl was probably your best bet at retrieving some red stone. You wiped your face and made your way over to Karl’s whereabouts.

You knocked on the door of his house and waited for him to open the door, you watched as Karl peeked through the curtain and then quickly ran away to pretend that no one was home. You banged on his door angrily “Karl, open up! I just need some red stone!” You yelled out.

“No ones home!” He screamed back at you, you sighed and lowered your head “what a fucking idiot..” you thought out loud, Karl gasped and opened the door “that’s quite rude, don’t you think??” He crossed his arms and huffed. “Oh great- you’re home, can I have that red stone now??” You gave a fake smile “what makes you think I’m gonna give it up so willingly?” Karl rose an eyebrow. What a pretentious fuck.

“Because if you hand it over now then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day!” You had hoped that your plan would work “who says that I want to be left alone? Maybe I want to pester you all day!” Karl teased “oh come on! I just need the red stone, give it up!” You held your hands up in defense “oh nuh-uh! That belongs to me!” He blocked the doorway.

You pushed him gently and tried to steal his red stone but he tackled you to the floor, you kicked him off you and then stood back up to dust yourself off “listen here- if you do something for me than I’ll happily give it to you” Karl offered.

“Fine, asshat, what is it?” You had already expected him to send you doing something horrible or incredibly dangerous “I need you to just give this to Quackity, he said he needed it” Karl handed you a bag full of just dirt “he needs a bag of dirt? This seems like the most useless task ever!” You exclaimed.

“It’s not useless if you’re getting something out of it, come back here when you’re done” he shut the door on you and left you to go on your quest. You knew it’d be an easy task, so why did Karl send you to do it? Did he not think you could do it? Did he underestimate you?

You walked back to your house and equipped yourself with some leather boots, they should help your feet with the long walk. You got back up and got back onto the trail, you flung the bag over your shoulder and coughed as some of the dirt came out.

You arrived in Las Nevada’s pretty fast to be honest! Your eyes glanced over the beautiful sight, Las Nevadas is a wonderful place! If you weren’t a traveler than you’d like to settle somewhere like this.

“Quackity!” You came up to the building and called out for him, yelping and jumping back when a little green man appeared behind you “AH!” You screamed and dropped the bag “Oh! You have my dirt! Thank you, Mx. Jacobs!” He ducked down “what?! What did you call me??” You bent down.

He popped back out of the dirt “Mx. Jacobs, Karl Jacob’s partner!” He smiled cheerfully “I’m not dating Karl! And my name is Y/n!” You spat out “oh really, you’re not?? But I heard Karl talking about how much he loves you! I must’ve misunderstood, goodbye Y/n (not the partner of Karl Jacobs)!” He sunk back down but you pulled him back up.

“Hey- no! I wanna talk!” You desperately spoke “oh sure! I have time to kill anyways!” He stuck his tongue out “who are you?” You asked curiously “I’m Charlie slimecicle! You’re Y/n the traveler, Karl’s partner!” Charlie stated incorrectly.

“Hey- no. I hate Karl” you crossed your arms “really?? I was getting the impression that you liked him from the way that you stare at him lovingly from afar” Charlie shrugged “WHAT- HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? I DONT DO THAT!!” You quickly tried to defend yourself.

“Don’t defend yourself, I already said that Karl likes you too!” Charlie was a chill guy “then why does he purposefully irritate me so much?!” You complained “I dunno! I’m gonna go with my bag of dirt now..” Charlie disappeared and this time you weren’t able to catch him.

You continued to sit there for a while, just thinking to yourself about things ‘does Karl really like me?’ You thought. You shook the feeling off “hold on- I don’t even like him! Charlie was talking non-sense!” The words coming out of your mouth did not match the way you were feeling.

Your heart was in your mouth, your chest was sore and your lungs were gasping for air as your hair was beating faster and faster “oh god- shit.. maybe I do like him! I mean.. those times that we don’t fight are really nice” you were conflicted. You decided that it’d be better to just confront your problems so you stood up and went back home.

You knocked on the door of Karl Macon’s house, he answered immediately and snickered “great, you made it back, thought you might die out there” he teased you. You rolled your eyes “cut the shit, Slime boy told me all about you” you accused “oh yeah? Told you what?” Karl backed up a bit “he told me that you had a little crush?” You leaned against the doorframe.

“Maybe I do, what about it?” Karl looked away and lowered his head a bit “well maybe I like you too. I don’t know, I still find you annoying and irritating!” You confessed “I wouldn’t like it any other way. Would you consider dating me?” Karl reached out and grabbed your hand gently “oh fuck-“ you cursed.

“If you’d of asked me any other day than my answer would be so clear! If you’d asked me yesterday than I’d say no but- maybe I like talking to you and arguing with you a little too much to just be your enemy.” You dropped your head and started to blush.

This was a very embarrassing situation for you and you didn’t know what to do “so you’re not sure if you like me or not?” Karl asked “correct. I mean- I’d stare at you from far away and blush but that doesn’t necessary mean that I like you, right?” You hesitated.

“Are you afraid that you might like me?” Karl walked closer towards you “maybe a bit. We’ve been enemies for so long, I’m afraid of what will happen between us if we stop” you answered “I’m sure we’ll still find things to fight about when we’re together” Karl smiled “well- than yes! I’ll go on one date with you” Karl squealed with joy.

“Yes! You’re making me the happiest man alive!” He hugged you “yeah, yeah, am I gonna get that red stone anytime soon?” You pestered him “sure thing! Can I pick you up later tonight?” Karl asked you “8’o clock and no time later than that” you replied before walking off with his red stone.

“Hey wait!- can I kiss you? Just this once?” Karl had started to annoy you with the way he was trying to explain why it’d be better to kiss him now instead of on your first date so you decided to shut him up. You grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips against his.

This relationship of yours was gonna be a real hassle but you knew you’d make it out alive (not sure about Karl tho)

#mcyt x y/n #mcytumblr #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp #dream smp x reader #dream smp #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #c!karl

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gomgeomeogmeogmy · 3 years ago

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How the DPS boys would react to finding you crying

Neil

Neil would freeze for a second when he first saw you, but would quickly rush over and pull you into a tight, comforting hug.

“Hey hey hey! Y/n, why the tears? What’s going on?”

If you didn’t respond, he wouldn’t press it anymore, he would just hold you and let you cry until you were done and finally stop crying. He still keeps an arm around your shoulder as he leans back to look at your face. He would wipe the remaining tears away, offering a soft smile.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

If you say no, he doesn’t press it, he just sits with you until he sees you smile or laugh so he knows you’re okay. If you say yes, he sits and listens intently the entire time, never once cutting you off or interrupting you. He will 1000% check on you periodically throughout the day as well afterwards

Todd

He would freeze up for a minute, trying to figure out what was happening and what the right thing to do was. He would cautiously walk over to you and sit next to you.

“Hey, y/n? Do you want a hug?”

He hardly even finished the sentence before you collapsed against him, but he just wrapped his arms around you and softly rubbed your back, trying to calm you down. He would walk you through breathing exercises if he could tell you were getting super worked up. Once you finally calm down, he’ll just continue hugging you and drawing patterns on your back.

“Are you okay now?”

“Do you wanna talk about it? If you dont i totally get it I’ve been there before-“

He will gladly sit and listen to you, maybe asking a question or two to try and clarify things, but other than that he listens quietly. He hangs out with you the rest of the day to try and cheer you up as much as he can

Meeks

“Uhhh… uh oh”

He’ll rush over to you, completely freaking out himself but hiding it so you don’t get worse. He’ll hesitate before pulling you into a hug, but he gets more comfortable with it quickly.

“It’s-you’re okay, just let it out Y/n, you’re alright”

He’ll sway you back and forth gently while rubbing your back in the hug, trying to get you to calm down as fast as possible. When you finally do, he quietly waits for you to start talking and explaining, never once actually asking you to do so. He’ll listen while still holding you securely, only ever pulling away once you’re done.

“I’m sorry, y/n, is there anything I can do to help?”

He will do literally anything you ask him to for the rest of the day

Charlie

“Who do I need to kill?”

He of course greets you with a joke, but once he realizes that this isn’t just a little upset cry and that it’s a full blown breakdown, he’ll run over and crouch down infront of you, trying to see your face and make you look at him as a grounding technique.

“Hey hey hey Y/n can you look up at me? Please? Just real quick”

When you meet his eyes, you can see he’s scared but he smiles at you anyway.

“There y’a go, what’s up, dude? Everything okay?”

When you shake your head no he just sighs and sits next to you and holds you until you stop crying

“Alright; now, who do I need to kill?”

He will not leave your side until you laugh at at-least one of his jokes, and even then he’ll still be a little closer than normal the entire day

Pittsie

“Uh oh… I’m-im not great at this- uhh….”

He’ll walk over and hug you, but you can tell he’s tense and a little unsure of himself. He’ll tell you everything is okay and that you’re gonna be okay, but he doesn’t say much else until you finish crying.

“What…what’s going on? Did something happen?”

He’ll listen to you talk, and he’ll do his absolute best to comfort you during and after you finish talking.

“Hey, do you wanna go bake something? It always helps me cheer up!”

The two of you spend the rest of the day baking random things and making a mess in the kitchen

Knox

“Oh shi- are you okay? What happened?!”

He’ll run over and sit next to you, putting an arm around your shoulder cautiously. When you don’t reply, he gets more nervous.

“Oh I’m no good at comforting people, I’m sorry, but- you’re gonna be okay, take deep breaths, yeah? Just-uhh-you’ll be alright”

He’ll hold onto you the entire time, trying his best to make you feel better. He’ll listen to you talk, and he’ll ask if there’s anything specific he can do to help you.

“You wanna go get something to eat? We can go to your favorite place, on me!”

The two of you go out to eat and just spend the rest of the day walking around town to get your mind off things

Cameron

Surprisingly, he’s really calm about it all. He just walks over and sits next to you, opening his arms and letting you fall against him. He’ll rub his hands gently up and down your back/arms.

“It’s okay, let it out, you’ll feel better afterwards…”

He’ll continue repeating the same reassuring phrases over and over again until he hears you stop crying.

“What happened y/n? I haven’t seen you cry like that before, had me worried…”

He’ll listen to you explain, nodding along and paying close attention.

“Well, I’m sorry that happened, I hope you feel better now, at least a little… do you- do you wanna go do something? To take your mind off of it all”

He’ll spend the day with you doing whatever you’d like, anything that will cheer you up

#dead poets society #deadpoetsociety #steven meeks #stephan meeks #neil perry #charlie dalton #richard cameron #todd anderson #gerard pitts #knox overstreet #john keating #mr keating #dps reacts #dps headcanons

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Strictly Professional

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: HUMOR, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: A slip of the tongue leads Corpse to make an unexpected confession which leads to him getting lectured by his best friend. That’s all you need to know, the rest shall unfold before your eyes.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request! I’m so sorry it’s been so long overdue but here it finally is and I really hope you come across it and read it. If so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

I’ve buried my head under my arms, resting it on my desk as my ears are still violated by the hollering coming from my headset. I don’t know what in me snapped out of nowhere or what caused the slip-up, but what matters is that it happened and now I’m in some hot water. I’m practically the soup everyone in this Discord call at the moment will be eating for dinner tonight, getting a real kick at my expense - some even having the audacity to be mad at me over it - ahem, Rae, ahem - but bottom line: I won’t live this down easily.

“Hey everyone! What did I miss?“ Sykkuno, who was running late and missed this entire debacle makes an appearance. If it were any other occasion, I’d be overjoyed to hear he’s finally joining us, but his question of what he had missed renders me only able to cringe and wait for my friends’ next move.

“Sykkuno!“ Rae exclaims ecstatically, “Oh, strap in, imma tell you what you missed...“

“No, you won’t tell him, Rae.“ Toast cuts her off, sounding uncharacteristically serious, especially when taken into account how hard he was laughing just a moment ago, “This is Corpse’s tale to tell, don’t spare him the shame of telling it one more time.“

And just when I thought this fucker would prove himself to be a true friend...

“Oof, this sounds serious...“ Sykkuno says to fill the silence I purposely let linger just so I don’t give these bullies the satisfaction of hearing my embarrassment all over again even though they inevitably will.

“It is...“ I sigh with a heavy heart, hiding my face in the palm of my hand, “It’s really bad and embarrassing and...I’d rather not retell it at all let alone for a second time, but here it goes...“ I inhale as much air as I can as a method of gaining confidence before I start talking, “So you know MGK and I made a song. Yeah well, we’re gonna be making a music video for it and I asked Rae to be in it. Thing is, I wanted to ask Y/N first. Buckle up, this is where it starts going downhill: ok so I went over to their place so we could just chit chat an marathon a few movies like we usually do over the weekends but I also wanted to bring up the whole ‘hey, wanna be in my music video’ thing but didn’t know how. Mind you, we were drinking beers this whole time, might’ve had a few too many actually. Ok, we definitely had a few too many, but back on track: as I was blabbering and stumbling over my words, nervous as all hell and unable to string the simple question inside my head, all Y/N did was tilt their head and smile at me. You know, the odd thing is it was a genuine smile, not a drunken grin like you’d expect from someone on their fourth beer bottle. And then, out of the blue, they had the audacity to hit me with: ‘You’re so cute’ and I just sat there frozen for a few seconds. I mean, my reaction was on point - who wouldn’t react like that if their crush told them they found them cute. Anyway - I was like ‘what?’ and then, out of an even bluer blue, they freaking kissed me. I nearly had a heart attack damn it!“

“And he never asked them to be in the DAYWALKER music video!“ Rae clearly couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I didn’t get the time! I was out of there in the blink of an eye!“ I bark, feeling my face heating up with embarrassment and regret. God, I should never ask how stupid I can get because I keep surprising myself in the end with just how far my stupidity goes. It’s fucking insane.

“Oh God, poor Y/N.“ Sykkuno sighs, sounding only a tiny bit as though he’s about to laugh. I appreciate his self-control honestly, the rest of these fuckers were dying laughing as though our friends and my crush kissing me and me responding like I had an allergic reaction was the best joke to ever be told.

“Poor Y/N?“ I snap a little, “What about me?“

“Yeah, poor Y/N!“ Rae backs Sykkuno up, “Poor Y/N and poor me for the missed opportunity to me in a music video for a song of one of my best friends with another one of my best friends. Corpse, you better fix this!!“

“How?!“ I’m aware I sound desperate but I seriously wanna fix it just have no idea how to go about it. I mean, if this looney group of nine people over here don’t come up with a plan no one will so not all hope for me is dead just yet. Even if we all had only one braincell we’d still be able to figure it out - I mean, ten braincells ain’t as bad as it sounds. Truth be told, Y/N’s the real brain of the group and they’d most definitely be able to help me - so fuck the irony.

“Call them.“ Sykkuno suggests so casually as though it’s a no-brainer. I’d go as far as to say his nonchalance almost made me laugh. Has he forgotten who he’s talking to?

“No way.“ I turn that down real quick, unable to even imagine the course of that phone call without cringing.

“No, Sykkuno’s right, call them right here right now. Ask them to star in the music video and then swerve the conversation to that kiss.“ Charlie’s suddenly decided to join the torturing being preformed upon me over here.

“What will I even say? I have no idea what to tell them!“ I complain, aware that I sound like a tantrum-throwing toddler but it’s really not my fault.

“Corpse. Corpse dear, listen to me, follow each word I say really carefully, ok?“ Rae asks, her voice now pitched as though she’s addressing an actual child. Yeah, that’s her well-known way of mocking me. “How about you say the actual fucking words. You know: ‘Hey Y/N, MGK and I are making a music video for DAYWALKER, wanna be in it?’“

I sigh, clearly defeated.

I pull out my phone, muttering to the crowd I’m about to speak in front of to be quiet as I put the ringing call on speaker, sweating like a pig the whole time. The room has risen in temperature and this hoodie has thickened, providing more warmth that’s more suffocating than comforting when it’s a hundred degrees outside. Or when I’m about to talk to my crush after THAT incident.

“Hello?“ Y/N’s voice on the other side rips me from my thoughts’ grasp, reminding me I’m on a mission.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?“ I reply a little too quickly. Not giving them the time to reply with anything, I continue: “Hey Y/N, MGK and I are making a music video for DAYWALKER, wanna be in it?“

DAMN IT WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SAY IT WORD FOR WORD?!?!

“Oh....“ They sound confused - and rightfully so - but then regain their composure finally, “I-I’d love to. Thanks for the opportunity, Corpse. I’m so happy you’ve made it so far. I’d be honored to be in the music video.“

Ok, that’s partial relief. Now - time for the second phase of this plan

“Uh....“ and there goes my whole vocabulary out the window, “You’re welcome.“

“Cool...cool...“ they mutter awkwardly, clearly looking for a way to end the call, “Um, by the way...this is strictly professional, right?“

No! No it’s not! Of course it isn’t! I’ve been head over heels for you for a year now, damn it!

“Of course, o-of course it is. No worries.“ I reply, once again, a little too quickly. Faster than I could’ve prevented it.

“Ok cool...well, text me the details....“ They once again trail off, hoping I’ll catch the hint.

And so I succumb.

“Will do.“ I sigh, “See ya.“

“See ya.“ They reply and hang up.

I’m left there staring at my phone screen with utter self-disappointment and frustration that’s so intense I cannot even express it in any way.

The whole lobby is at a loss of words too - all nine of them astonished by my stupidity. Fortunately though, Charlie is quick to pull himself together and speak up because God forbid Charlie ever falls speechless, then we’d be SERIOUSLY in danger.

“Corpse. You. Are. The. Biggest. Fucking. Idiot.“

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yandere-society · 4 years ago

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Scream

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Synopsis: It’s been a year since your mother was slaughtered, with no leads pointing to any possible suspects. It’s been an up-hill battle for you to accept what happened— especially with no answers or closure— and the citizens of your hometown have been sleeping with one eye open ever since. But now, the mystery killer has decided to make an anniversary visit, and is making it known that they not only have a dire love for infamous horror films... but they also have their targets set on you and all of your closest friends.

Word count: 8k

Headline: Small Town Woodsbroro Is Waking Up Screaming Once Again!

Warnings: dark themes; Gore; Smut; Crackhead humor (only because I promised my bff I’d give her an honorable death scene); Foul language; Jungkook is psychotic; Graphic depictions of him killing your mom/friends; we’re also going to pretend that it’s outrageously easy to get away with murder; dont fact check me on anything you read here; rough sex; mask kink.

Admin: @tatertotthethot

Baley was high as a fucking kite.

So high, that she didn’t care about it being 1am as she blasted the Cha-Cha slide at full volume.

So high, that she was completely disregarding her lactose intolerance whilst making herself a triple layered, sharp cheddar grilled cheese that was bound to have her ass blasting right back off by 3am.

So, outrageously stoned, that she was totally unaware of the masked killer standing just outside the glass doors in her kitchen, watching her every move.. With her beat up, hogtied boyfriend laying out next to him.

“Now it’s time to fawnky! To the right now—“

She crab walked along with the instructions, spatula in hand.

“To the left!”

“Take it back now, y’all.”

Ghostface grimaced beneath his mask, eyes stalking the stoned woman with disdain. She was the epitome of “crackhead energy” and it pissed him off how much she resembles you. It only makes sense, being as you two have been best friends since kindergarten— probably soulmates in a past life— but it is within that fact that Ghostface has grown to absolutely fucking loath her.

She’s too much like you. She keeps up with your humor and probably has more of your heart than he, himself, has earned a place in yet. He knows good and well that if it ever came down to you having to pick between him and her, you’ll pick her.

That simply will not do. That’s exactly why he is about to rid you of that option— or, as he sees it, the dilemma.

He growled and swung at the air, wishing he could just bust in and end her already.

“How could you be in love with that creature?” He hissed at Taehyung, the built-in voice box beneath his mask altering it enough to remain anonymous. The question was quite hypocritical, being as he was in love with a girl that most would consider Baley’s second-half, but only you were an exception to being so.. abnormal.

“Mmmph—“ Taehyung drearily gurgled out from beneath the strip of tape over his mouth, tears breaching his eyes as he watched Baley’s precious, uncoordinated ass do the “Charlie brown”. It looked more like a fucked up gallop.

“What is the sex like, dude?” Ghostface ripped the duck tape off Taehyung’s split lips. “That’s a serious question.”

“Boo bear..” was all Taehyung could muster up, more scared for her than himself.

Ghostface gagged and slapped the tape right back on with a little too much force, having to take a second to regain his composure before pressing the call button on Taehyung’s phone. The Spotify music thankfully cut off as her phone rang out from the counter.

Baley was only upset for a split before she spotted the name on her phone screen, and was quick to answer it with a sickening amount of glee.

“Angel muffin!” She cooed. Gross

“Hi, boo bear..” Ghostface flipped his middle finger up at Taehyung before clutching his Bowie knife back down to his side.

“Oh my God, What was that? You sound like Corpse, mixed with the bear from Five Nights At Freddy’s.”

“The bears name is Freddy, dumbass.”

Baley neck rolled back in offense.

“Are you trying to get pegged or prolapsed? Might wanna remember who the fuck you’re talking to, the next time you call this cellular.” She snapped, hanging the phone up with a viscous pout. She still somehow managed to pick back up on the beat and cha-cha’d real smooth as she took the pot off the eye and turned the stove off, visibly upset.

Ghostface stood there for a moment, processing what she just said, before turning towards Taehyung.

“She claps your cheeks?”

Taehyung glared back at the screaming-ghost mask, bracing himself when a gloved hand reached out to once again rip the ductape off his lips.

“It’s not sus!” He immediately defended. “I have a gspot up there for a reason. I am not ashamed to use it.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that!” The killer snapped out. “why would you let that.. unstable individual insert something into your rectum—“

“You’ve got a whole lotta nerve calling somebody else unstable,” Taehyung deadpanned, and with that, his mouth was once again resealed shut.

He called Baley’s phone again, just as she was about to take a bite of the sandwhich that she’ll, unfortunately, never get to eat.

“What, fucker?” She scorned.

“I can see you.”

“Oh, yeah?” She sarcastically spat. “Then what am I doing?”

She clenched her buttcheeks in and hunched her back out, her body resembling a question mark, before vigorously gyrating her body- mostly just her spine. Jungkook knows from the various tiktoks you’ve shown him that he was witnessing the inverted-twerk.

“Hm? Tell me, fuckboy. What am I doing?”

”Something a fucking cockroach does after I spray Raid on it. How the fuck do you clench your buttcheeks like that?”

Baley halted in mid thrust, surprised but not exactly fearful (yet) as she whizzed around to face the sliding glass doors that led into her back yard. It was pitch black outside, and all she could see was her own reflection starring back at her. She was also too high to care about the fact that she had the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and the strings pulled all the way out, which only exposed the center of her face in a squished circle.

“I use my glutes. You know that. Why haven’t you come in?” She asked, not superstitious but a lil-stitious.

“This isn’t Taehyung.”

“Okay, Isn’t Taehyung. Why haven’t you come in?”

“Because I want you to come out here.” The killer responded, grinning at the visible unease finally creeping into the girls stance.

“Okay, babe— I hate to be a bummer here, but considering that today is the one-year anniversary of Ms. (L/N)’s murder, this isn’t very Cash Money of you. Can you please just come in and.. stop?”

He let out a chuckle, a dark one.

“Boo bear?”

“What, Isn’t Taehyung?”

“Turn on the outside lights.“

Ghostface put the speaker on the phone and sat it on the ground as he crouched over Taehyung, pulling him to sit up straight. He watched as Baley apprehensively padded over to the light switch by the door. He could practically feel her heart beating in-sync with Taehyung’s racing one as he placed the knife to his neck, smiling beneath his disguise.

The lights flickered on, and she screamed, terror finally bringing the seriousness out in the situation.

“HANG UP OR MOVE A MUSCLE AND HE DIES!” The killer roared, knowing she was still too high for her survival instincts to kick in. Any sober, sane individual would’ve probably caught on to the fact that they were gonna die no matter what she did. What was just making it easier for himself, knowing her dumbass was gonna comply.

“W-What do you want me to do?”

See?

“Be a good girl, and come here.”

“Quit trying to seduce me, you sick son of a bitch. My boyfriend’s literally right there!” She croaked out, voice shrill with exasperation.

The killer plunged the knife into Taehyung’s arm, making him jolt to life with a pain-filled howl. Baley began sobbing out, apologizing profusely.

“Your boyfriends going to get gutted like a fish if I have to repeat myself. Drop the phone and come here.” Ghostface seethed, wrenching the knife back out on the last word.

Baley reluctantly— and stupidly— did as told. She let the phone fall from her hand, then jumped out of her skin as the Bluetooth reconnected in the house and started playing WAP. She tried not to sing along despite the situation as she padded over, shaky hands rising to cover her mouth.

“N-Now what?” She asked.

“I just figured your last words should be said face-to-face. Is there anything you two would like to say to each other?” He asked, that being the only generosity he’d be willing to spare as he ripped the tape away from Tae’s mouth, one last time.

Baley dropped to her knees, so much despair in her eyes. So many things she wanted to say. She recollected herself and caught her breath in just enough time to utter final goodbye: “I-I-I said certified freak..”

Tae’s eyes closed as a single tear escaped, nodding his head in understanding. “Seven days a week...”

“GAH!” The killer roared out, wrenching Taehyung’s head back to slice his throat before shoving him away and lunging at Baley.

She landed on her back with him on top, and he wasted no time as he began slashing her apart, in any way he possibly could. He let all the pent up rage and annoyance he felt towards her, out on her body. It was worse than the brutality he inflicted on to your mother this time last year. He’d only stabbed her a total of 19 times— one for every year she failed you as a mother. With Baley, he didn’t stop tearing into her until WAP ended. And damn, did it feel good. He finally felt like he’d purged his soul clean.

This may all seem reckless, but Jungkook was actually just lucky. In order to mask his true motive behind all this, he had to find another one to cover it with. It was simply convenient that Baley’s father is the town mayor, and after a little digging, he made the grand discovery that he was also having a secret affair with (Y/N)’s mother. In fact, the mayor had several mistresses throughout the town.

Jungk—er, Ghostface.. chopped off one of Baley’s fingers and slid the glass door shut, writing the same words on it that he wrote on your mother’s bathroom mirror.

CHEATING PIG!!

Yes. When he did this last year, the police had to dissect through your mother’s long line of past sexual partners, and had to track down the father you never met for an interview. No leads came about, because it was all time wasted, anyways. Now, with this new addition, the mayor will not only have to set the scandals ablaze again by having to publicly confess his infidelity to the town and police, but they’ll have to lead on another pointless investigation for every woman he’s cheated with— over a dozen of them. They’ll have to also charge him with withholding crucial information from the investigation as well, but what’s so fucking comical about it all is that.. NONE of it has anything to do with any of this. It’ll just be another cold case with no leads.

And maybe, just MAYBE you’ll be smart enough to ditch this place and come with him. That’s all he wanted. You have nothing left and nothing to come back to now, and as long as you give in to him and leave, there won’t have to be anymore lives taken. You could start a new life and never experience another hell like the one he’s creating here. If only you’d say yes.

“May you both continue to clap each other’s cheeks in the deepest depths of hell,” he told the mauled corpses as he walked off, so happy to have Baley gone that he almost wanted to skip to his car.

Now, he will go home and clap your cheeks to complete the cycle.

—

“Damnit, bitch, pick up,” you huffed in frustration as Baley’s FaceTime continued to roll over, telling you that she’s unavailable. You thought you could power through today with your newly adapted ability to suppress shit, but it was hard when you’re left alone to reminisce. You just couldn’t shake the fact that the date on today’s calendar marked the same day that your heart, soul, and peace of mind was so horribly torn apart.

It didn’t help that you also missed your mother terribly. She wasn’t always the best, but she still loved you, and you loved her. Oh, God. Mom—

No. No. Don’t think about her.

You tried calling Baley one more time and couldn’t fight off the tremble in your hands, nor the tears at your water ducts as it rung through till the end. Damnit.

You couldn’t be angry. She doesn’t owe you the company— especially since you two have already been FaceTiming all day. But she was good at distractions, always able to drag you out of your shell of deprecation with her chaotic sense of humor. She is one of the only two people you have in your life that are capable of doing such, but you knew you’d get scolded if you blew up the others phone. Jungkook hates being hounded and rushed, having already told you that he’ll be there any minute. But he’s taking way too fucking long it seems, and you just hate sitting here, waiting.

You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. The feeling first crept up on you this time last year and never left. You felt so venerable to the cruel world when you’re alone, especially since the maniac is still out there.

You still resent the police department for practically giving up on your mother’s case after 9 months. “Cheating pig” was the only lead they got and yet, it pointed them no where. She wasn’t in a relationship. She didn’t even like relationships. And still, they deemed it a randomized attack— no leads, no motives. Nothing. Just a local woman stabbed in the chest 19 times while taking a shower. Like some Psycho remake. No signs of forced entry. No evidence of sexual assault. Just a very passionate, yet unexplainable massacre with a useless message left behind.

It doesn’t make sense. And even though you wish to never have the attacker come back, you can feel it in your bones that they will wish to clarify it one day.

“Fuck it.” You breathed out, heart slamming against your chest and paranoia gnawing at your insides as you quickly scrolled to Jungkook contact. But then, just as your thumb twitched to press the call button, your door bell rung and you sprung up to your feet, making a mad dash to the door. You checked the peep hole first, just knowing it was gonna be him, but was disappointed when it wasn’t. That still didn’t keep a rush of relief from washing over you when you did see who it really was, though. You forced a welcoming smile on to your face as you unlocked all 7 bolts from the door, and opened it to greet Namjoon and Hobi with a hug.

They were cops, currently in their uniforms, also old friends from highschool. They’ve been looking out for you ever since last year, always making sure you knew you were safe beneath their watch. They use to take turns guarding your house until they were told to stop, but you were extremely happy to see them both here at the same time tonight.

“Everything okay?” Hobi asked, having noticed the shake in your limbs during the brief embrace. He leaned back and observed the tension in your eyes, even though you were hoping to hide it.

“Yes, just— today,” was all you could say, and didn’t have to clarify for them to understand.

“That’s why we’re here. We got permission to guard your house tonight,” Namjoon explained, eyes drifting over your shoulder and into your house. “Are you alone?”

“Yes, but Jungkook should be here any minute now. He had to go to South Korea for a week for his fathers birthday and just flew back in tonight, but apparently there’s been some huge wreck on the main highway and everyone has been stuck.”

That bit of information was actually true. However, Jungkook was lucky enough to have just miss it.. because he’s the one that actually caused it. It was honestly dumb-luck as to how he did it, but kind of amazing when given details.

He was in the express lane, him and the car behind him hitting 80mph. He recognized the car as the one that was parked beside his back at the airport, because he had stopped and took a moment to judge the driver for how worn down and raggedy the tires were. One bad pot hole or nail in the road would strip that sucker straight from the rim.

And that’s exactly what inspired him as he recognized the car, an idea sparking that could soon serve as an alibi in the future. He already had a hand out the window, smoking a cigarette. He still has those iron steak-nails he used at his construction sight. They’re 5 inches in length, subtle enough to casually drop out of a car window along with the cigarette. If they hit just right...

He gave it a try, honestly thinking it wasn’t going to work.

But holy fucking hell, did it. Not even a second after he dropped it, did the car suddenly swerve out as it’s tires screeched and sparks flew. Rubber scattered out amongst the road as the car continued to spin out, getting struck by a the car in all 6 lanes of traffic, ultimately causing a huge pile up in just under 10 seconds. It was the most destruction he’s ever witnessed and it happened so fucking fast he almost ran himself off the road just watching from the rear view mirror.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Jungkook had squawked out as his head rapidly whipped back and forth to witness the massive mess he just created behind him. He was smiling like the maniac he is, undoubtably impressed with himself. He did it so lazily, too. But it only pumped him up even more for what he needed to do- the whole reason he even thought to do that. He only wanted something major enough to buy himself maybe an hour’s worth of time, so that when/if he gets interrogated in the future, they can check the traffic reports for a registered wreck to fit his alibi. But considering that he just shut the whole damn highway down, it’ll not only register but definitely make tonight’s news.

“Ah, yeah. We heard about that. 36 cars piled up. Can’t believe nobody was killed.” Namjoon said.

“How the fuck did that even happen?” You wondered, baffled.

“Some dickhead was going 80 an hour on an old tire and it wiped out after hitting a nail on the road. Thankfully, he only has a broken nose and whip flash, but with all the cars that got totaled— I don’t even want to know how much the cost of damage would be. But it caused 5 miles worth of traffic back-up.”

“Mm..” you grimaced, shaking your head. “Well.. would you guys like some dinner? Maybe some Coffee?”

“Ah, thanks, but there’s no need. We’ve got all the energy drinks and McDonald’s we need. You just chill out for the night, we’re right out here if you need anything,” Hobi assured, making you genuinely smile for the first time in the past two days.

But that was just before a familiar car pulled up that had your mood skyrocketing.

“FINALLY!” You broke out, sprinting down the steps and over the driver side of it right as the man of the hour stepped out. He welcomed you with open arms and easily lifted your feet up of the ground.

He looked just as good as he smelt. You’ve missed him more than words could describe in this past week— and Jungkook knew it. Of course, he had offered to take you with him so that you could finally meet his parents. But as predicted, you declined, saying that it’d be too much to meet his mother when the anniversary of your own’s death was approaching.

You continued to squeeze your arms around his neck for the next several seconds, and it wasn’t until he heard you sniffling and felt your shoulders shake that he realized you were crying. He couldn’t help but like that type of reaction. He was hoping the distance would torment you, maybe teach your ass a lesson.

“Don’t cry,” he rumbled in your ear as he pressed you hard against his lower half, making sure to up the intimacy of the embrace as he felt the eyes of the onlookers in the yard.

He waited for a second before peering over at the officers, who were awkwardly standing beside their cars. He gave a wave, pretending as if he were sheepish about them having to witness this.

“How’s it goin, guys?”

“Fine, fine,” Hobi responded. “Don’t mind us. We’re just here to watch out for you guys.”

“I appreciate that. Really.” He said in his best acting voice, even flashing a dimpled grin that gave off nothing but innocence as the two got into a patrol car, nodding to him in welcome. It actually makes things more convenient for him. They’ll be able to backup his whereabouts later on.

He pondered this while returning his attention to you, coaxing you out of your emotional outburst.

“I’m sorry. It’s just been so hard not having you here. Fuck, I’m so glad you’re back.” You breathed in and sighed out, and he could tell by the end of the last sentence that you were more-so talking to yourself, clinging to him one last time just to greedily soak in the physical presence of his body. He felt something ache in his heart, as well as his jeans.

“Well, I’m here now. Maybe next time, you’ll just go with me,” he lightly chided, hand coming up to pet your head as he kissed the top of it.

“Yeah.. I started regretting it after the first hour you left.” You whispered out, meeting his lips. You kissed each other a couple times, probably more than necessary. But it calmed you down and made you feel steady again. “Come on, I made you something to eat.”

He got his duffel bag out from the back seat and slung it over his shoulder before taking your hand, following you inside. It boosted his ego knowing that the two men watching from the tinted windows of the car were secretly jealous of him. They had a thing for you. Almost every straight guy in highschool did. That’s why he never minded what you wore, and was more than happy to let you flaunt yourself to their eyes. He liked teasing others, knowing they’ll never have such a prize as you.

Once inside, you were quick to relock your bolts. You were very strict about that now, taking extra precautions to prevent a potential attack. It kind of humored him knowing that it was him, a resident inside this very home itself, that those locks were meant to keep out. You’re literally locking yourself in with the killer.

“Damn, you cleaned the hell out of this place.” He ogled, not only taking in the immaculacy but smelling the pinesol and bleach amongst the floors and counter tops. All the laundry was folded, not a speck of dust in sight. You even cleaned the grout amongst the kitchen flooring, it seemed. Nothing looked out of place.

“I had to do something to keep from wigging out,” you shrugged, walking over to start the microwave for him to heat up his dinner plate. He left his duffel bag by the door and grabbed himself a beer before sitting at the table, noticing it’s prestigious shine.

“Did you polish it?”

“Yeah...” you said as you scratched the back of your neck, somehow embarrassed.

“It’s looks amazing in here, kitten. Really. I know you did it to cope but still, you did a damn good job.” He praised, feeling a little bad. He knows this took a lot of work, and it sucks that you opted to do all this just to keep the anxiety of his absence away.

“Thank you,” you sighed, taking his plate out and sitting in down in front him, then handing him some utensils.

“Where’s your plate?”

“I already ate, silly. I’ll munch with you, though.” You began making yourself a salad as he began to eat, complimenting you on how good it was. He doesn’t know that you’ve been awake for two days straight, and that you’re still battling off an anxiety attack. You were expecting it to vanish now that he’s here, but the sleep deprivation was getting to you.

So, you decided to reminisce on better memories. The old days; back when you first met him.

It was senior year of highschool, and he was the new transfer student from South Korea. He was the punk-emo guy that stood out amongst the crowd. All black clothing, more band shirts than anything. He had that messy mop-hair going on, and approximately 6 piercings on each ear, along with a studded labret to boot.

From day one, he was the most attractive guy you’ve ever laid eyes on. Much to his exterior trope, he was anti-social and didn’t seem friendly at all. The only time you personally heard him speak for the first few months of school was when he’d answer the teacher for roll call.

You only had one class together, chemistry. He’d always sit at the back of the classroom, and you’d remember the giddiness you’d feel just before walking into class and making eye contact with him, even for just a split second. You heart always skipped a beat and would threaten to seize up whenever Baley would lean over and tell you that he was looking at you again. Of course, that would be all the interaction you could get, being as you refused to engage any further. But life seemed to play out like a Wattpad fic back then.

Around the middle of first semester, your teacher was fed up with all the chatter amongst friends, so she decided to assign seats. Jungkook’s was still at his designated one, but you had to sit directly in front of him so that Taehyung could sit closer up, next to Baley. It’s also thanks to that class that the two of them fell for each other. It was also the same day she issued a partner-assignment that had to be done with the peer behind you.

You remembered having to play it cool, turning your desk and chair around to face him head-on for the first time ever. You anticipated that he’d still be sporting that ice-cold, disinterested glare, but he actually seemed pleased. He wasn’t actually smiling but he had a friendly glint in his eyes, like he welcomed you.

“Hello,” he started off, naturally confident in himself.

“Howdy,” you responded, immediately hating yourself. You’ve never uttered such a word in your life and you don’t know why the fuck you decided that that was the perfect moment to try it out.

He only snorted back at you, though, amusement swirling in his colorless eyes. You were intimidated by that as well. They were jett black. No distinction between his pupils and his irises. Just solid, black orbs boring into you.

You then continued to battle with basic communication.

“So, uhm.. wh—..”

English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?!

“What parts do you wanna do?” You rushed out.

“I’ll get the information together and answer the questions, as long as you create the PowerPoint and present it to the class,” he said without missing a beat, as if he’d already decided on that for the both of you.

“What criteria, though?” You asked, still waiting on that part.

“All of it...” He reiterated in a “duh” tone.

“That’s not fair to you, though...” you continued.

He arched an impressively sharp brow. “How?”

“You’re literally doing all the hard work.”

He shrugged, and you tried not to drool when you saw all his rings and the veins on his hands and fingers as he took his phone out. “I learned this shit back when I was freshman in South Korea. We’re way ahead of y’all there.”

“Oh.. well.. I can at least do the images and label them.”

Stop starring at his fingers.

“Mm,” he hummed with a lack of conviction, still looking at his phone. “No offense, but no.”

“Uhm.. okay..” you frowned in dejection, not sure how to respond to that.

“I said no offense,” he grinned up at you apologetically. “I just know you’re bad with visualizations.”

“What? I have an A in here. How do you even know that?”

“The teacher got onto you for messing up the labels on the last test. You got all the functions right but failed to match them to their description.” He said without any hesitation, and you were just as stunned as you were embarrassed. But he didn’t seem to be insulting you, and even reassured you of it. “Again, no offense. I just think it’s best for the both of us if I do it.”

“Okay. Cool,” You agreed, deciding to let him have it. Your face still burned, though.

“You still have an important role, don’t worry. Presentation is worth 40%, so you’re still gonna have to put in work and present it accordingly.”

“I can do that.” You nodded, suddenly feeling like you were sitting before a full grown man rather than a teenage boy. You couldn’t help but ask: “How old are you?”

“19,” he mused, as if he knew what you were thinking. He didn’t even ask you why you asked, and instead returned his attention back to his phone screen. “You?”

“18,” you muttered, your eyes reconnecting to his hands like magnets.

You really wanted to compliment them but decided against it, being as you were no longer as confident with this situation. Sure, he deserves to know how beautiful his hands are but you’re weren’t going to be the one to say it. You were expecting a cheeky personality at most, just because it fits the mischievous bad boy bullshit you read about in teen fiction, but you were instead met with a blunt and mature persona that made you intimidated in a way that you’ve never experienced before. He almost seemed.. authoritative to you.

“I see you like my rings.” He smirked, eyes not even looking back up at you. You had spaced out whilst tracing the path of his veins again, and immediately cut your eyes down to your own phone, feigning innocence.

“Whatchu mean?”

“Everyone like my hands, for some reason. I see you’re no different.”

“I ain’t even looking at your hands. Maybe you’re just too conceded,” you shot back, leg nervously pouncing as he lifted his head up to peer at you.

“Really?” He sarcastically challenged, making your insides stir. He sat up straight and pulled his hands back under his desk. “So the gold rings didn’t even catch your eye?”

“Your rings are silver.” You said without even thinking, then straight up face-palmed when you caught yourself.

“Thought so.” He openly grinned, and the little notion caused butterflies to erupt in your tummy. He pulled his phone back out and still wore that playful grin of his as you bashfully held his gaze. “Now, if you think you can manage to tell the truth, what’s your phone number?”

It’s amazing looking back at those memories, because you’re now starting to think that maybe Jungkook just knew back then that you two were going to hit it off. He’s always seemed so sure of himself when it came to you, always knew what the next move was gonna be and never once sent mixed signals or struggled to express how he felt towards you. He’s the most straightforward person you know, so much that it’s almost unnatural at times. If he was ever bluffing about anything outside of being playful, you’ve never been able to call it.

But damn, are you madly in love with him. You guess his ability to always remain focused and blunt is perfect for a person like you. He keeps you moving... well, for the most part. He wants you to move back to South Korea with him, and although you know you’ll eventually give in, you’ve been trying to hold off on it for as long as you can.

It won’t be as easy for you as it was for him. Jungkook was already fluent in English when he came here, thanks to his mother’s bilingualism. He hardly even had an accent from how well adjusted he was to your language. You, however, don’t know a bit of Korean. For you to go there, it would impair you in almost every single way. You won’t be able to go anywhere without him. You won’t be able to read directions or road signs. You won’t be able to go out and eat or order off the menu if there isn’t any pictures. You won’t be able to work. You’ll have to adapt to a whole new culture and way of communication, just to properly function outside of your home without him at your side.

Which, brings along another point, you’ll be without any friends. You don’t want to live in a world where you can’t go out with Taehyung and Baley whenever you wanted. You’ll be lonely as hell and home sick, he’ll be your only source of humanly contact until you learn.

You’ve told yourself that if the two of you remain stable for one more year, then you’ll go. You are ready for a change, but if you could just get one more year of preparation, you’ll be ready to go. You’ll take that leap of faith with him.

“What is it, kitten?” He finally asked, the prolonged silence getting to him.

“Nothing,” you lied, but didn’t want to divulge. “How was your trip?”

“Nice, but I was bummed out the whole time.” He shot you a look that made you pout in apology, but continued. “I talked all about you to them, showed them pictures. Almost fucked up and showed my cousin your vagina.”

You choked on your salad, which made him laugh. “I told you to put those in your hidden folder.”

“There’s so many, I just haven’t taken the time to pick them all out. It’s okay though, they only saw your face. They all think very beautiful— especially my mom.”

Your smile grew at that, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. So does my grandmother and my aunts. They were passing my phone around more than the dishes.” He snorted to himself, “They were even more surprised to see how much I smiled in our selfies. Which... I should warn you, when you do finally see my parents house, don’t be surprised when you spot our photo booth pictures framed in the hall. My mom went feral when she saw how much of a simp I was being in those.”

“She printed those out?!” You almost cried.

“Yes, she did. She printed each one individually and framed them side-by-side.”

“Aw, Kookie. I should’ve just went. I’m so sorry.” You pouted, guilt causing your heart to sink.

“You weren’t ready, angel. They understood,” He assured you, leaning forward to take your hand in his. You suddenly wanted to cry again.

“But I promise to go next time. Or whenever you wanna take me. I swear, I’ll go.” You said in determination, and was a little thrown off by his reaction.

His face went blank for a moment c like his brain needed a second to buffer.

“You will?” He inquired, that being the first time you’ve actually agreed or expressed any type of want. “Why now?”

“Because it sounds like they really want to meet me, too? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. That’s great. I just figured you wouldn’t be moved by that. You really wanna go now?”

“Yeah. Your family sounds so nice.”

“Was that what kept you from coming?” He interrogated, and it’s clear that he genuinely had no faith in you ever entertaining the idea.. which was a little disheartening. You’ve never said you’d never want to go, you’ve always kept a window open for later. You not sure why he’s so surprised.

“No, not necessarily. I wasn’t ready to meet them but if they’re that excited to meet me, then.. of course it’ll make me want to meet them, too. And get a little taste of South Korea.”

“Alright, I’ll plan a trip,” he had to say with forced enthusiasm, which you bought as you kissed his lips. Inwardly, though, he was screaming. If all it fucking took was a little conviction by saying his family was nice, just to make you consider.. them maybe he wouldn’t have had to do what he just did.

Whatever. Extra insurance. He had to tell himself, and decided to retrain his thoughts back on you as he remembered something.

“I have a special surprise for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he stood up and walked over to his duffel, fishing around before pulling something out. “Close your eyes.”

You did as told, and waited about 10 seconds.

“Open.”

You almost shit yourself upon hearing the voice, then came closer to shitting yourself when you took in the familiar Ghostface mask that you seen in the movie Scream.

“WHUZZZUUHHH!” He drawled out while doing the cowabunga fingers, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“Halloween store. I got it in Korea.”

That was a lie. He’s had two of these masks for over two years, both of which he got from Party City here in America. He bought one to kill your mother in— the same one he just wore to kill your friends in— and the other one was meant for what he wanted to do now. He wanted to fuck you with it on. He’s not sure why, but why not? You might discover you have a mask kink.

“What the fuck is up with the voice?”

“Sexy, ain’t it?” He animatronically purred out, and it wasn’t until he fully stepped forward and began undoing his belt that you realized he was already shirtless.

Your eyes grew wide as you landed back in your chair, unable to decipher if this was a joke or not. You soon realized it wasn’t as he was now popping his button loose and unzipping his pants— his hardening dick print becoming more prominent.

“You’re not fucking me with that mask on,” you blurted out, sticking your foot out to stop him from advancing any closer.

“I’m fucking you with this mask on,” he argued, grabbing your ankle. “Consider it pay back for the time you refused to give me head unless I let you wear your Burger King crown.”

“No, Darth Vader.” You tried pulling your leg back but soon wound up almost getting drug out of your chair and onto the floor. Your unease soon turned into giggles and screams as wound up besting your play fight, his mask only coming off long enough to go down on you at the kitchen table.

And that’s what set the night off. You went from getting your pussy eaten at the dinner table to getting your throat wrecked on the living room couch. Then you were forced to watch yourself get rammed up against your body mirror in the bedroom, and now you’re bent up like a pretzel amongst your bed.

“Ah— GAH!” You grunted in struggle, finding it hard to cuss like you wanted being as a hand was firmly constricting your air supply. You watched the masked man above you as he heatedly fucked into you, his chain dangling above your face. Your ankles helplessly swayed around his shoulders with each brutal slap of his pelvis. Your face still stung from the actual slaps of his palms, causing you to flinch any time his hands moved. You noticed done time throughout all this that he was hellbent on making you look at that damn mask. You weren’t complaining, though. Just more-so concerned about how hot it must be under there.

But then he slowed down for a moment, trying not to cum again as he lowered his face to yours, and finally decided it was time it come off, being as you were ready for a kiss.

“T-Take that damn mask off—“

Wrong move.

He growled and ripped your hand away as you tried removing it yourself, and you were stunned by how much aggressive he became— more aggressive than he was already being, as if truly lashing out. He man-handled you, flipping you over and plunging back into you with way too much force. You yelped at the intrusion but could do nothing else as he pinned your hands behind your back, picking his speed right back up. He kept your hands locked in place with a single one of his own before clapping the other around your mouth, darkly chuckling at the fright on your face.

“I meant it when I said it’s staying on,” he rasped, pushing into you so deep that veins protruded from your neck in strain.

He couldn’t explain it— or maybe he could. But he felt extremely powerful when he wore this mask. It took him all of two rounds to finally admit to himself that it turned him on, knowing you were getting off to the very same face that your loved ones last looked at in sheer terror. He didn’t realize up until then that he somehow considered Ghostface as a different alternative to himself, one he was growing to like a little too much. It even made his dick more sensitive to the feel of you, making you seem tighter. And warmer. And sluttier.

He’s sure he began speaking Latin somewhere in the midst, but it wasn’t until he saw tears surfacing in your eyes that it dawned on him that his hand had somehow traveled up to cover your nose, as well as your mouth. A moment of panic shot through him when he dropped it and allowed you to breathe, thinking you were gonna make him stop. But much to his pleasant surprise, you only coughed out and mewled, head collapsing on the pillow as you pushed against him, a silent demand keep going. So he did. He made sure to keep the punishing pace up and running. Your body violently jolted with each slam, ass bone aching at the brutal impact. Each thrust was felt like a punch to your cervix and someway or another, you were okay with it.

Little did he know, it was actually because you didn’t want any type of deja vu happening. He fucked you in all the ways you liked the night before you found out that your mother was slaughtered inside your childhood home. You didn’t want tonight to be anything like it. So you let him hurt you.

If only you knew history was going to repeat itself, no matter what the two of you did.

It didn’t take but a few more strokes before he lost his ability to hold off, and emptied himself inside for the third time since he’s arrived back.

Once he did that, the blinds were illuminated in a dim grey, hinting at a sunrise. After a quick shower and clean up, the two of laid there, the mask finally gone.

“What are you thinking, baby?” Jungkook wondered, starring up at the ceiling. You haven’t said much of anything since that last bit. “Did I hurt you? Scare you?”

“No. I could take it.” You said, and it sounded genuine. But he still wanted to know what was on your mind. “I just don’t know what the hell I would do if I didn’t have you. You’re the only person I know that’s never even accidentally done wrong by me. You’ve been nothing but good.”

A void clouded his mind, emotional absence taking place of everything else. It’s a defense mechanism that he’s certain only comes up to block out any sense of guilt or remorse. He kept his gaze up at the ceiling, even as he felt you crane your neck back to look up at him.

“I love you, Kookie. Thank you for being here.”

“I love you too, baby,” he said numbly, those words being true... but his next words were not. “I could never imagine myself doing anything to hurt you.”

Being as he wasn’t planning on looking down, you crawled up for a moment just to kiss him, unbothered by the distant stare in his gaze. You then laid back down and got comfortable, readying yourself for a good days sleep.

“I think it’s finally time I start seeking happiness again, instead of contentment.”

That’s when it hit him. You didn’t notice how his heart cleaned beneath your head, nor was there any way you could feel the tension in his gut. He can’t say he feels full remorseful for what he did, because that would require him sympathizing for the innocent lives he’s taken away, with no rational reason. He simply didn’t feel anything for them. He was only concerned your pain, especially knowing it was unnecessary now. His trip to Korea was enough to motivate you to move on and consider a change of scenery. You didn’t need any fear to drive you out, you just needed time. God only knows how far of a set back this will be now. The fact that you’re laying here, currently thinking that life will only go up from here, when he knows damn good and well it’ll be in shambles again before the day ends..

He really needs to work on his impulses. Maybe homocide shouldn’t always be the first option he leans towards. It was just more fun that way.

But moments like this weren’t fun at all. He remembers how grueling it was last year, waking up with you at the sound of the doorbell going off. He remembers the grim look on the sheriffs face as he told them that they found your mother, dead. It was his arms that had to pick you up off the floor as you crumbled down and screamed, his ears that rung as he held you, not knowing how to console you. For the last year, it’s been his shoulder you’ve cried on, his company keeping you sane, his reassurance telling you that everything was going to be okay.... When it was his hands that caused every single bit of grieve all along.. and was about to cause even more.

So, he did the only thing he could do in that moment. He held you and mentally apologized, hoping that there was some way to telepathically tell you that you mean more to him than life itself, and that’s he’s so sorry for letting it drive him crazy at times. He’s still clinging to the original intention that you’ll say fuck it and flee with him, but he regrets going about it so recklessly.

You were fast asleep now, snoring even. He only hoped the discovery of the bodies would hold off long enough for you to get some much needed sleep. But it seems the universe was done working in his favor.

Those same, familiar knocks sounded off at the door, and he immediately ordered you to stay put as it woke you up.

“Probably just them checking up. Go back to sleep.” He whispered, assertively pushing your head back down and pulling on some sweats before going to the door.

It was the sheriff, same look on his face as last year.

“Sir?” Jungkook frowned, posing cluelessly.

The sheriff looked ghostly pale, like he was nauseated and on the verge of tears. Jungkook knew why but he had to act like it was a throw off.

“Sir..?” He repeated.

“Y’all’s friends.. Baley and Taehyung were found this morning.”

He had to stall and blink, as if he wasn’t catching on to the implications. The sheriff reluctantly continued.

“Baley was found, dead on arrival. Looks like the killer has returned.”

“Wh-What?” Jungkook stuttered, acting like he was bewildered. The sheriff’s next words, however, would spark a more genuine reaction.

“And Taehyung was found unconscious, but still alive.”

Jungkook’s veins ran colder than ever before, all mimicked emotions becoming sincere in that moment.

“Someone attempted to cut his throat, but aimed too high and cut his under jaw instead.”

Jungkook could only stare at the sheriff, probably just as pale in the face now.

“He’s in critical condition. Doctors don’t know if he’ll make it just yet, but there’s a fighting chance that he might.”

#yandere society #bts #jeon jungkook #yandere bts #yandere jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts halloween #bts crack #jungkook smut #bts smut

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fucktheroyals · 4 years ago

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You know after reading and reading and reading peoples theories and the meta from before the spn finale aired and the meta writers reactions to the finale I think I have a theory of my own. We don't have any answers tho, so this is pure speculation. If you wanna add something to support or discredit any of this that's cool but there's too many things floating around. Know I dont have proof for this conclusion at all. A lot of what I say is just guesses based on previous facts.

This all came together in my head when I realized how much this finale REEKS of the original producers and who the show was originally for. It REEKS of Robert Singer. Like if the execs started saying they didn't want it, Robert Singer was the one pushing that the story was about the brothers. That kinda thing.

Then, I was thinking of the problems in this episode and it struck me these are all of Supernatural biggest issues and to be honest all of it feels completely deliberate.

Take the sexism for example, Supernatural in it's later seasons largely out grew this, we have Jody, Rowena, Donna, Charlie, Mary, Claire (and even a wayward sisters pilot with MORE women/girls) all making regular appearances. They're mainly good characters and mostly aren't there to hurt our boys. Rowena, of course, is the one outlier being very about herself but it's clear she still cares for them, I mean its part of her development. But they're all real, with character flaws just like everyone else. (And we have Death too and she was POC 😭 THANK GOD)

Now look at the earlier half of Spn, we have Ellen and Jo, who's appearances were far in between. There's Bela in season 3, recurring for quite a bit (5 eps), but she is a character that is only there for herself, definitely not found family (unlike Ellen & Jo), and she's got more episodes in season 3 than Ellen and Jo in season 2 who aren't seen again til season 5. The "fans" send in hate mail after hate mail to try to get these characters off, and eventually they are. Then there's Ruby who's character stayed for a whole two seasons and was a largely recurring character. Why does she get to say so long? She's a plot device. She's supposed to be there to betray Sam. She has to stay (plus Jared obviously likes her). But she's not just a character the writers like writing about. Same with Lilith. Obviously not as recurring but still a plot device. Did they get hate mail tho? You can bet on it. Why? because tHeY'rE gOnNa PuSh ThE bOyS (Dean and Sam) aPaRt ThE sHoW iS aBoUt ThE bOyS oNlY. Without even thinking about the hate mail, just notice how large the difference is from how women are seen in the earlier seasons to the later seasons. Misha got tons of hate mail too for being a character that could split up the boys (probably only being allowed to say because he a man, thanks sexist producers and execs).

Only after Castiel was killed off and then Castiel fans successfully (thank you guys) got him back on the show did the hate mail largely simmer, which means female character's were allowed to stay! Which has lead us to a show with a good amount of female characters. But can you imagine having to kill characters off time and time again because people keep complaining that the show is "only about the boys." Fun times really.

So now we get to this final and we see sexism. But it wasn't just the plain old regular sexism you find in the earlier days of spn. Because now, there ARE women to talk about, talk to. But this episode was DESOLATE women wise, unless they were used for plot (which is also sexist!). Small scenes, they're barely there. Women gets her tongue cut out. Random women from s1 gets killed. Sam doesn't SPEAK of Eileen. Nothing. No mention of any female characters from the boys mouths unless they were from/in this episode itself. That's WIERD. I know we've all said it. But that goes beyond forgetting about characters. I mean its SAM'S GIRLFRIEND for Christ's sake. There is NO REASON they couldn't have said Eileen's name. Notice how Sam's wife is just... faceless. This is literally an age old sexist trope. Like... one of the things about bringing Mary back to life for s12+ is that it takes this trope... of basically a generic mother, and gives her life and feelings, whether you like them or not, they're real feelings. They said Mary isn't just a mom she's a person. Mary's existence in the later half of spn is to fix this kind of female tropes that fall upon her character, to not let these her stay a 2 dimensional character. They said we should know she's more than just the mom who tried to save her kid. Do that is the exact opposite of Sam getting a nameless, faceless wife. The sexism of the old spn wasn't just brought back, it was completely amplified. It wasn't just accidental or some exec "fixing" the story it was DELIBRATE. Whoever wrote that, didn't do ALL OF THAT by accident. Because an exec or a producer who doesn't see the flaws in old supernatural isn't going to write it that deliberately.

Let's bring it back to s10 when Charlie was killed (singer was mainly to blame). Dead in the bathtub, age old classic of burying ur gays. If you were here you know people never let Supernatural live that down. THEY KNOW what bury ur gays means. Hell, Robbie Thompson left because of Charlie's death and you think the writers don't know what it means? I mean both Bobo Berens (especially) and Steve Yockey's careers are centered around LGBT+ storytelling and you think they don't know? They know. They know.

And Dean wasn't just apart of the bury your gays trope, it is so far BEYOND that. Dean being killed on a rusty nail/screw, the tongues ripped out, things that seemed to be meant for other people. Jensen's acting in the last two episodes was giving us "DEAN RECIPROCATES" but no one ever actually saying it. I think it's clear that Dean was killed for being Bi. They didn't address it for a reason, they just silenced him. His narrative was supposed to be about letting him be HIM for the first time, to say what his feelings are instead of having them miscommunicated, and instead of doing that, they just silenced him. And the more we look at this scene the more horrific it gets. The more it's a complete slap in the face and it's supposed to be. Some guy who knows nothing about the LGBT can't write a scene this horrific.

Some guy who knows nothing about Dean couldn't write a scene that deconstructs all of Dean's character development and gives Dean his worst nightmare. I MEAN DEAN WANTED TO LIVE HIS LIFE! THEY DIDNT HIDE THAT JOB APPLICATION (or whatever job related thing that was) IN THERE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES THEY WANT YOU TO KNOW THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST SITUATION. Dean isn't Barney from HIMYM. If you watched HIMYM then you'll know Barney went from being a stereotypical ladies man and treating women terribly to being in love with a women and treating her right and working hard for it. The last episode of HIMYM (why its so bad) Barney's character development is thrown out and he's back to being a stereotypical ladies man. You don't need to know Barney's character very much to do that.

To kill Dean during a hunt his father never finished, to not have anyone at his funeral, to have Dean die young like his life didn't matter. Those are Dean's worst fears and you'd only truly know that if you watched the gin episode in s3, where they are basically laid out for you. You HAVE to know Dean's character to tear him apart like this.

This episode took all the core elements of the show and did a complete 180° the name of the episode itself is "Carry on" and Dean and Sam very much did not carry on. Sam grieving his entire life so that he good get to heaven and see Dean again. Dean being ready to live his life, despite the enormous pitfalls and learning to love himself only to be killed. "Family don't end with blood." Um.... it did in that episode either literally with Dean's death or you know BECAUSE NONE OF THEIR FOUND FAMILY WAS THERE. Not Jack, Not Cas, Not Eileen, Not Donna, Not Charlie, Not Jody, Not Claire... on and on we go. No one was there, nobody was even mentioned. Dean's funeral, no one even called that we know of. It was just Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean. And Bobby. Don't forget Bobby. But yeah Sam and Dean.

That's what the show is about right, the brothers.

Except it's not anymore. It hasn't been for years.

Cas not being there was deafening but it brought us to a major point. Becky. Becky's telling us about the terrible ending.

And many of us are wondering why would they literally tell us this is the worst ending and then... make it the ending.

Now before we move on, it very apparent many of you think Dabb doesn't ship Deancas. And Dabb doesn't care about the characters.

Say what you will about any plot holes in his writing, the point he is VERY GOOD at writing the characters, and giving us good ones.

Why do we know Dabb ships Deancas? (ill say when its cowrote, other wise its not) cowrote ep 8.02 - purgatory "I prayed to you, Cas, every night" "Cas, Buddy, I need you." "I have a price on my head, and I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to – to keep them away from you." 8.08 Hunteri Heroici - Cas helps them hunt! 😊❤ Dean & Cas have a serious convo about why Cas doesn't want to see/go to heaven. 8.22 Dean's mad at Cas. Sam's explanation of why Dean should be easy on Cas: "It's Cas." Dean then points out how he'd knife anybody else if they did what Cas did. 9.10 - Cas comforts Dean when Dean can't take seeing Sam (Gadreel) being tortured anymore. Also tons of Cas. 9.20 (bloodlines) - Canonical couple parallel "I was there, where were you" 9.22 The angels make Cas choose between them and killing Dean and he "gave up an entire army for one guy" 10.09 Claire's reintroduction. Cas heavy ep. DeanCas date. 10.22 THE PRISONER - u know the ep where Dean beats the shit out of Cas but loves him enough to not kill him.

We COULD keep going but I think I've made my point. If Robert Singer is the guy that is like "the show is about Sam and Dean only" Andrew Dabb is the DeanCas shipper. And you could even say a Cas stan.

Notice! How in s13 for SEVEN episodes we have a story that revolves around Dean's grief about losing Cas. Notice! How often the stories in all these seasons have a focus on their relationship. THAT is Andrew Dabb. If it weren't for him doing that, we wouldn't be able to easily say after Dean's lack of a response to Cas' confession, that Dean reciprocates.

To me, when I was (binge) watching s12 for the first time, I thought damn this is really got a lot of DeanCas. So I went to look at who was in charge, who was writing. I saw Andrew Dabb, associated him with Deancas episodes, saw all the new writers, Bobo, and then I saw that Yockey is known for same sex stories and it clicked. Dabb assembled a team to give us Destiel. THAT WAS IN SEASON 12!!!!!!!!

The amount of people saying he's homophobic flabbergast me. Open your eyes! That isn't what's going on.

Imagine making a show and trying to right all the wrongs of Supernatural. Imagine trying to write the greatest love story ever told and you have the entire season planned out for it to end off beautifully, it may possibly be your greatest achievement when it's done and then boom. someone comes in and tells you you aren't allowed to make Dean bi or make destiel endgame, after he was most probably already given the go ahead.

Sure. You could imply he's bi or into cas still in a way. Still make nice-ish ending. just give everyone what the kinda want.

Or you could scrap the last season, nothing close to a canonical bisexual Dean Winchester or Deancas endgame in site. People can be done with it be happy with the show, continue to live their lives in ignorance as to how close they were to Canon destiel.

OR you can lead everyone to the very closest you can get them to what you were aiming for and then show everyone the ugly truth and reality. Light it all on fire. Burn the show to the ground in your wake. Try your darnedest to making these people's (the people saying no) pockets suffer. Show us, the audience, what happened. Show us what this show really is.

I've seen people talk about the ending being changed during covid but I dont think that happened. I think what happened was Dabb already had this season planned out before it even started. Obviously the details were wobbly but it was all lead up to this ending. Destiel endgame, Canon Bisexual Dean, whatever it was. They were ready to write the greatest love story ever told and then someone shut it down.

Imagine the pain that must have caused them to be told no when they already said yes. They must have been so excited to give this to us.

I think someone (some producers) told him what this show is "really" about. The brothers. Can you imagine, after being told no, some kinda bullshit like this is said to you: "Why aren't you bringing it back to the brothers, Andrew? that's what the shows about. What with all this homosexual stuff, you know the audience won't like that. Not really." Imagine the original producers pushing this kind of view on you. "You know when we started it was Sam and Dean. It should end with Sam and Dean." That kinda sounds like someone huh? huh.

So why give us a nice acceptable finale, when you can take every problem Supernatural's had either up front or behind the scenes and create a finale so incredibly bad that people don't want to watch it anymore.

Someone made a good point about how Sam was originally supposed to be the main focus (this isn't to put any hate on Sam or Jared). Dean and Sam are the main characters but Sam was supposed to be the focus and for Dean to have become the focus, must have annoyed the producers because... well here we are. They wouldn't listen to Jensen. The producers liked this ending. Jensen's opinion didn't matter to them.

In some ways, if this is really what happened, it can be seen as childish from Dabb. To hurt all of us like that. Yes, he's hurting the producers, the execs, the cw. But to hurt us? Yeah it stings.

But in other ways, if this is really what happened, this is Dabb showing us the muck and gunk under the shiny surface. The hate for Misha. The hidden hate for Jensen. The underlying sexism. The underlying homophobia. The people REALLY in charge don't care about us, they just want our money. He needed to open our eyes and free us, at least free the people that he was writing for. The people he sees that care about this show.

This is the ending the powers that be wanted and its a big fuck you for a reason. I dont think this is Dabb spitting in our faces for loving this show, I think this is him trying to get revenge for us.

But from here, you can see it how u want it. If this is really what happened, I'm not in charge of your emotions, if you wanna be mad be mad if you wanna be grateful be grateful. And you don't have to believe me either I said this is speculation.

Also, as for all of the rumors like there being shots to the confession scene that we didn't see, which Jensen himself implied, I think that might have been a last ditch effort to canonized DeanCas but obviously it was cut. Like the name change was pretty clear. As for Misha possibly having shot some stuff for 20 I dont know what to tell you. If it's true I dont know where the blame would lie.

I do think however, that if all this was the case, the writers were prepared to become villians here. I mean they told us the writers were villians with Chuck right? So. Who knows what went down so they could give us such a vile ending. It could've been the producers or the writers, who truly knows. I do think tho that people we "trust" did some pretty shitty things to push the narrative in certain directions so now one would see this as the actual ending that was coming.

So again do with my SPECULATION what you will. This was in no way meant to put Dabb on a pedestal or anything. Just meant to give a bit of perspective.

(Also Jensen didn't unfollow Dabb recently he was already unfollowed for years)

#15x20 wank #spn finale wank #spn finale meta #15x20 meta #Andrew Dabb #spn #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #deancas #misha collins #jensen ackles #long post #sorry im on mobile #this is the longest post i have ever writen

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bitch-im-your-biggest-nightmare · 4 years ago

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Parents fucking suck bro. [Corpse Husband & Reader]

Warnings: Arguments, bad parents, swearing, crying Summary: Y/N loves playing with Among Us with the others, even if she's the youngest among them. While shes playing with them, her parents walk in and are not happy with the fact she’s playing with them. There's a big argument and shit goes down but Corpse is there to comfort Y/N. Tag list: @save-the-sky @alilshit @whatifwedo @hughugh20 @fleurmoon @bi-andready-tocry @itsminniekat @yoongi-holland @loraleiix @hacker-ghost @fanworrior @marvelous-musicals @annshit @unknown-and-invisible @letsloveimagines @hairbrush-anon @babyhoneystvles

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“Hey guys” Y/N greeted happily as they entered the lobby in Among Us. They have been playing Among Us with Felix, Sean, Rae, Toast, Sykkuno, Charlie, and Corpse for a while now. Y/N was 18 and still living at home, making money off of YouTube. They’re parents were strict and wanted them to have a “real job” like being a doctor. Y/N knew their parents were toxic and would disapprove of their job choice, so they keep it a secret.

“hey Y/N”

“Hello”

“hii”

“Whats up Y/N”

Everyone began to greet them, which made them smile. Y/N was filming the gameplay of this for a new video on their channel. Everyone seemed to love when they played Among Us, so they always played it- doing commentary and music on the side. “How you guys doing on this..” they looked out the window of their darkened bedroom, seeing heavy rain pouring down from the dark clouds in the sky. “Pretty damn depressing day where i'm at, holy shit.”

There was a couple of laughs and chuckles, and everyone began to state what the weather was like where they were. There was a lot of “Its nice out where am”s. It rains a fuck ton where Y/N lives, especially during spring. But they loved it, rain was their favorite.

“Alrriiight is everyone here?” Toast asked.

“Nope, Corpse is joining.” Sean announced, which caused sounds of happiness. Corpse was everyone's favorite, it was that damn voice. Corpse was Y/Ns bestie, they always had each other backs. There was many people who shipped them, but they both only wanted to be friends.

A few seconds after Sean spoke, Corpse joined. “Hey guys.” Corpse said, he sounded tired. But that was common for him, he told you about his insomnia. He probably didn’t get any sleep last night.

“Alright lets start the game.” Sean said, clicking to begin the game. Y/N smiled at the big letters reading “IMPOSTER” at the top of their screen. They’re a really good imposter- as they were told. They first went to blend in with crewmates, going to walk around a bit. While roaming around, they went into electrical to fake a task. Y/N saw this as the perfect chance to get their first kill in. So, they snuck up and killed him, then they vented to escape.

After a minute, a dead body was reported and they were now at an emergency meeting.

“Where was the body?” Toast asked.

“I found the body iiin.. electrical.” Rae replied, “Who was in there last?”

“I did see Y/N walking towards electrical.” Felix said, “That is where the body was found.”

“Yeah, but did go into electrical?” Y/N said, “I was heading to reactor, I had a task there.”

“Not the best alibi.” Sean said, “But I’ll take it.”

“Could be Rea, but.. wait no.” Sykkuno said.

“How could it be me if I reported the body?” Rae chuckled.

“Yeah I know I just realized.” Sykkuno replied.

“So... skip vote?” Corpse said.

“I’m still sus on Y/N.” Felix said while voting for Y/N.

“Vote Aoc shes kinda sus.” Y/N said, voting for Rae.

“Wha- Y/N!” Rae said.

“Sus.” Y/N said plainly.

“Ok yeah i'm skipping this vote.” Toast said, skipping the vote.

Most people skipped the vote, so no one was out. Y/N continued to play the game how she would, until she killed someone and had to quickly vent because someone just walked by. That made them shriek, “oh sugar honey ICED tEA-” they laughed, “That was a close one, hah.” Well seemed they were being too loud because their mother walked in.

“Why are you being so loud?” She asked, just as an emergency meeting started.

“Oh shit- my moms here hold on.” Y/N said, going to mute but misclicking, so now they were all going to hear this. “I’m just playing Among Us.”

“Shouldn’t you be looking for a job instead of playing stupid video games?” Mom said, stepping into the room.

“Oh- uhm... I do YouTube as a job. I make money of it.” Y/N replied quietly, knowing what was to come next.

‘whAT?! YouTube is not a fucking job Y/N!! Me and your father told you many many times that we want you to be a doctor!” Mom yelled. Y/Ns sister got into a great college because of her smarts and intelligence, shes going to be a surgeon one day. But that just wasn’t Y/N, they wanted to make content for the people on the internet. And so far, it was working pretty damn well.

Y/N sighed, “Oh my god mom shut up! I hate all that doctor college bullshit. Im making enough money on here!”

“Are you delusional?! Why can’t you be more like your sister, shes so successful!” Mom yelled, she was in disbelief. She wanted to have the perfect children, but she only got one.

“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS COMPARE ME TO HER?!?” Y/N screamed, beginning to cry. “What does it fucking matter?!”

“You are such a fucking disappointment. Get off that damn game!” Mom said, running over to pull Y/N away. But Y/N pushed her back.

“Bro FUCK off! its my goddamn business, Im a fucking adult now, leave my shit alone!” Y/N screamed through the tears.

“I am your mother! I know best! Now get off that fuckin- OW!” Y/N slapped their mother straight across the face, pushing her out of their room and closing the door, locking it. They sat back down and looked at her screen.

“Oh fuck. You heard all of that.” Y/n choked a little, “Shit.”

This is where Corpse came in, breaking the silence and shock between everyone. They listened to the whole thing, messaging each other in the chat what to do. “Hey, your moms an asshat.”

Y/N flinched, hearing banging on her door and screaming. “And a fucking psychopath!” they sunk down a bit, putting their hands on their forehead and breathing heavily. “Shes gonna kill me!”

“Hey hey hey, its alright Y/N. Don’t let her get to you, she doesn’t know what shes saying.” Rae said.

“I personally think you have great content.” Toast said, “I don’t think i would trust you as a doctor.”

“hey don’t listen to her Y/N, we’re always here for you.” Corpse said, “DM me and we can talk about it more, ok?”

Y/N sniffled, “Ok.” Then they muted, taking their phone out to DM Corpse.

T/N: Hey

Corpse_Husband: Hey are you doing alright?

T/N: No

T/N: Do you think im a disappointment? Is YouTube really worth it?

Corpse_Husband: Disappointment? no. The only disappointment is that sad excuse of a mother you have. And YouTube? hell yeah its worth it. I started youtube off when I was younger and had a blast. If you’re having fun and making bank keep doing it! You’re 18, your mother doesn’t control you anymore.

Corpse_Husband: Pewdiepie is a subscriber to your channel

Corpse_Husband: That should be enough motivation

T/N: you have weird ways of making me happy :’)

Corpse_Husband: I do have facts.

Corpse_Husband: But seriously, please dont have a panic attack, those suck. But do you wanna play more Among Us? It might cheer you up :D

T/N: Yeah yeah yeah thanks. And sure, I’ll play more among us. Thanks Corpse, your the best best friend 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🌹🌹🥀

Corpse_Husband: 🥺

~The End~

Oh my god this ones terrible. I might rewrite it in the future.

#corpse husband #corpse x reader #fanfiction #requests #oneshots #bad parenting

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unlikelymilkshakedream · 4 years ago

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A/n: Hello! Here is part 3 for the Charlie Weasley fic I promised. Sorry this took so long. I promised angst, so I'm giving it. Hope you enjoy!

Another day, another exam, or so it seemed that way at Hogwarts. As May came to a close, and June starts, your O.W.L.s were giving you more stress than you had ever felt. Your future was on the line if you didn't do well with your exams.

Not only were your exams crushing you, your relationship had been rocky for a couple of months. After the valentines day dance with your date, Charlie Weasley, nothing could have made your life better. You were dating your best friend, all of your friends supported you, and you had no tests coming up. In other words, very different from your life currently.

You were still technically dating your best friend, but from long classes and homework that came with them, to Charlie's quiditch practices lasting forever in hopes of winning the house cup, you hadn't had time to spend a moment alone together in what felt like years.

Your friends would always be there for you and you knew that, you cared about them with your whole heart and knew they felt the same way, but they had their own exams and futures just as you did. You would never ask them for anything because you didn't want to be a burden.

And of course, your exams. Your dreams of becoming a curse breaker were very important to you. You wanted nothing more than to help people, on top of finding your brother and protecting hogwarts. You were a natural curse breaker so it only makes sense that you would pursue your passion. However, if you wanted to do that, you needed to not only pass your exams, but exceed the expectations.

With that responsibility came nights on end in the library, studying, preparing and hoping that it would all work out. Your exams, finding your brother, hell, even your relationship with Charlie. You knew how rocky it was and you were devastated by that, but you knew if you two truly wanted to, it would work out, or so you hoped.

So, another night in the library, was your fate. You wanted to be with Charlie, but you knew he had quiditch practice, and you had a potions exam in the morning that you weren't ready for. As you flipped through your book, trying to soak up as much information as you could, you didn't notice a certain redhead sneak behind you.

"Hey baby," you felt the hot breathe on your neck and jumped more than out of your skin.

"Blimey Charlie, you scared me." He chuckled as he pulled a chair beside you.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see you after practice, and I haven't seen you all weekend." He smiled at you, which you couldn't help but smile back.

"I know, its just tomorrow starts like the most stressful week of the year. If I don't do well on my exams, my future can be forgotten. Speaking of, I am not ready for potions tomorrow, hence why I'm here." You smiled as you looked back towards your book.

"Hey, you're gonna do great on your exam because you are great, and smart, and beautiful," Charlie said as you rolled your eyes and laughed. "Its just we haven't seen each other in a while, thought i could keep you company." You sighed.

"Look, I know we haven't been the most talkative lately, but what exactly do you want me to say, you know how important this is to me." He put his hand on yours.

"I know, I get it baby, I do, and after this week, we're gonna celebrate." He said with the biggest grin on his face. Suddenly, Madame Pince came around the corner with the dirtiest look on her face.

"Shh!" You smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry Madam-"

"Shh!!!" You sighed as she walked away. You turned back to charlie.

"You better go, I have to study and don't wanna get kicked out." You smiled at him.

"Okay, but I meant what I said about celebrating." He smiled hugley. You returned the smile, only a fraction of what he had given you. That made his smile falter and eventually he turned and walked back to his dorm.

Eventually you had to except the time as 11pm rolled around and Madam Pince kicked you out of the library. You took the book along with all your other stuff and headed towards your common room.

Once you were in, you sat down near the fireplace and opened your potions book once again, flipping to the section about dragon livers and how they were hard to get.

Eventually, you heard the clock strike 2am and had to call it a night. As you closed your booka nd sat back, looking into the fire, you thought of your life as a cursebreaker, how great it would be, how much you wanted to do it, and what you were willing to do to achieve that goal.

As you stood up and headed towards the stairwell, your way was blocked by charlie, the last person you expected to see, especially at this hour.

"Hey, what're you doing up?" Charlie asked groggy.

"I could ask you the same thing. I was just going to bed." You said as you pushed past him and climbed the stairs. He followed you up.

"I thought you'd be up, I was just checking on you." You turned around as you got to the last step before your dorm and smiled.

"Thats sweet, but go back to bed. Goodnight." You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, then headed into your dorm, falling on your bed and instantly falling asleep.

The next morning, you woke at around 8. Shit. You were late. You quickly got up and dressed faster than ever and ran to the dungeons. You mad either to class just in time, not eating or anything.

"Well, well, Ms. Brooks, you have decided to grace us with your presence, how considerate." Snape sneered at you as you walked to your seat beside Rowan, breathing heavily, across the room, you saw Charlie looking worriedly at you, which was the last thing you wanted in that moment.

Once your potion exam was finished, you walked out of the room, feeling exhausted and like you failed. You started walking to your next exam, which was charms, the easiest of your exams. Soon enough a certain redhead caught up with you.

"Hey, y/n, why were you late today?" You turned to him.

"I over slept, which I dont do, so I didn't realize at which point I had to sprint to make it, which I didnt." You sighed tired lying. "Why?"

"Just wondering, I missed you at breakfast. Did you eat anything?" You smiled softly.

"No, I haven't but its fine, look i have to go to charms and I really don't wanna be late again, see you." Without another word from either of you, you walked away to charms.

At charms, you felt most confident of all classes, which honestly wasn't saying a lot. You finished your exam pretty easily and walked to the great hall, intending on studying until your Defense Against the Dark Arts exam in an hour. Once the clock struck the time to take your next exam, you left the great hall.

Once you reached DADA, you walked in with Tulip and took your seat. You should feel bad, but you just were so glad charlie wasn't there, staring at you like a sorry case. He meant well and you knew it but you just wanted space.

As you finished your final exam of the day, you headed to the library, studying for transfigurations next. When you reached the library, unfortunately you fell into the same pattern as the previous night, except this time no charlie.

When the clock struck midnight, you went to the dorm room and headed straight for bed, not bothering to study anymore. Once your head hit the pillow, you were out.

When you woke up the next morning, the sun was shining into your window nicely. It was a good way to wake up honestly. You say up and saw Rowan asleep. You figured you had a few minutes before breakfast so you got up and got dressed.

You and Rowan walked to breakfast while revising your transfiguration knowledge. You didn't feel as bad about it as potions but you also didn't feel as great about it as charms. Walking into the great hall, you found Charlie sitting with his younger brothers. You knew you had to go sit with him.

"Hey y/n, how'd you sleep?" Charlie asked as he saw you sit next to him and his brothers giggled at him, to which he sent a dirty look.

"Um, not the best but ye know. Its whatever." As you sat down you ate the blandest breakfast ever, granola and coffee, it would just have to do for today.

"Are you guys ready for the big game tomorrow night?" Fred asked the table. You looked at him with a confused expression whereas everyone else seemed to understand.

"What game fred?" He turned to you.

"Uh, the house cup game, we are so gonna kick hufflepuffs ass." Ah.

"Right, good luck." Charlie turned to you.

"You'll come right love? What me win?" You smiled as you sipped your coffee.

"Uh yeah, maybe, I might have to study for History of magic but we'll see." Charlie stopped.

"Y/n, you can't miss the game, its only the biggest game of the year. Please come." Ugh when he gave you those puppy dog eyes, you knew you were done for.

"Okay, yes I will go, of course I will." You smiled and kissed his cheek.

As breakfast finished and you and Rowan made your way to transfiguration, you felt confident in the upcoming essay. Going over info with Rowan definitely helped.

Once you were finished with the exam, you went to the great hall, being assigned twenty five inches of parchment for the second half of the exam was not ideal. You were stressed out, but at least you only had care of magical creatures left for the day, something you were sure you'd excel in thanks to charlie.

As you walked down the grounds for your exam, you felt very confident that you'd do well. Your confidence was correctly placed as you walked to the common room to start on you parchment for transfiguration, doing very well on your exam in care of magical creatures.

The real problems didn't start until the following day, charlies big game was today and you hadn't made a dent in your parchment, due to not being able to focus and eventually falling asleep far earlier than you would have liked. Today you had exams in astronomy, history of magic and a regular potions class. You were extremely busy today, it didn't help you woke up 20 minutes before your exam in astronomy so you had to sprint once again to be on time.

Once you were seated in astronomy, your exam begun and you didnt feel very confident. You gave it your all and after about 75 minutes, you were done. You walked out and saw your boyfriend charlie who lit up when he saw you. You walked over to him with a small smile on your face.

"Hey babe, whats up?" You asked him.

"Not much now that your hear, just nervous for later." You looked at his smiling face confused.

"Later?" His smile dropped. You had forgotten about the quitditch match.

"The match that determines who wins the house cup? I thought you were coming, its really important to me." Shit. Right, yeah of course you would go.

"Right, of course I will be there, sorry I'm just tired you know how it is. I will be there, but right now I have to go to potions, ill see you later." Damn, how had you forgotten?

Potions seemed to last forever as Snape lectured on Beatle brains, you swore you were going to die of boredom, all you wanted to do was study for history of magic.

When class was finally dismissed, you headed straight for the library, not having your final exam for an hour and a half. When you sat down in the library, you immediately fell into studying, the time slipping by quickly until it was time to go to your exam.

Arriving to your exam, you set your things down and got ready for it, feeling confident as you had spent a lot of time studying for this. You finished your exam in 65 minutes and headed to the great hall, feeling hungry.

When you got to the great hall and saw what was happening inside, all hunger left your body.

Shit.

Inside, Gryffindor students were celebrating the win of the house cup, you had forgotten the game. You walked in to the great hall and saw Charlie, held up by his teammates above everyone like a king. You smiled at how happy he looked, but when he saw you, its like every drop of happiness was taken from him and you felt your heart break.

Charlie told his team mates to let him down which they did as he made his way over to you, looking hurt and disappointed. You couldn't do much besides stand there and look at him sheepishly.

"Y/n, why didn't you come to the game, you knew how important it was to me and how much I could have used your support." He said loudly, causing those near you to look on at the conversation.

"Charlie, can we go in the hallway?" He looked pissed but didn't object. Once you were away from everyone, you turned to him.

"Charlie, I am so sorry I didn't go to your game, I was in the library studying and the time just got away from me and before I knew it I had to go to my exam and I completely forgot l. I'm so sorry. But you won anyway so you didn't need me at all, cause your just that good." You said with a smile, trying to defuse his anger. It didn't work.

"Y/n, that's not the point, you said you would be there and I wanted you there. You didn't need to study for your exam, you've been studying all week, this is all I asked of you and you couldn't even give me this." As he finished, you felt sorrow drain and anger rise.

"What exactly do you mean I didnt need to study for my exam? I have been studying all week, unlike you, because I care about getting good grades. You know how badly I need to do on my exams to have a future! I didnt go to your match, because I wanted to make sure I did well. I apologized but now your being irrational." He scoffed.

"Irrational? I asked one thing of you, I asked you to attend a quiditch match to support your boyfriend, but apparently if it doesn't benefit you, it doesn't matter, huh is that it?" You were now fully screaming at each other, thank god the hallway was deserted.

"Are you serious? You know maybe if you cared more about your future and grades like I do, you would see where I'm coming from, but all you care about is a God damn match and dragons! No wonder we've been like this for months. You say im selfish, I've done everything for you. I miss one thing and the worlds over to you." Charlie turned away and scoffed.

"You're right, we have been like this for a long time, because we just don't work anymore." You froze. "Y/n, you can't even support your own boyfriend, you care more about tests than anything, this clearly isn't working." You looked at him while a tear rolled down your cheek, which you quickly wiped away. You didn't want to break up with Charlie, God no. But he didn't seem to want to stay together.

"Charlie, it's not like that, you know how stressed I've been, I'm sorry I didn't come to your game, I truly meant to go. I care a lot about my future, but you don't and thats not on me. You can't put this on me, its not just the match, you've been like this ever since the dance, its not only me." More tears rolled down your cheeks as one slid out from his eye.

"Y/n, this just isn't working, I'm sorry." No, God no please.

"Charlie, no, please, don't do this. I swear I-" he cut you off.

"I'm sorry, its already done." He turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in an empty corridor, feeling your heart leaving your soul. You don't know how it happened, you don't know where it went wrong. Was it truly the match? Or was it ever since the day of the dance? Did he even ever like you?

As you stood in that corridor, you felt cold, you felt like you soul left you. You watched him walk away and eventually out of eyesight, thinking about how you would never feel his kiss again, never feel the comfort of his embrace, never feel his love again.

You didn't want this, God no, but your gut told you it had to happen, you just wish it didn't hurt this much. As you wrapped your arms around yourself and sank to the floor with tears on your face, you felt nothing but hollow, wishing the presence of charlie was still there. Wishing he could hold you and tell you he loved you again, as you loved him still.

You didn't know how you were going to go on without him, but you knew one thing for sure, the last thing you cared about was your fucking grades, because you just lost the best thing in your life.

A/n: okay, sorry this took so long, I suck i know! Im sorry this was shitty, I will try to finish the series relatively soon, there will be 2 more parts. I hope you like it, thanks for reading!

#charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley #charlie weasley imagine #charlie weasley x you #charlie weasley angst #hphm #hphm mc #harry potter

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jeeperso · 3 years ago

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D&D Quotes Without Context

Treasure Island Edition, Chapter 6 & Mid-season finale

While the majority of the crew was ashore for the feast, deeds most foul were committed among the skeleton crew left aboard. A crewman was nearly murdered, and your prisoner has vanished. Janus: "Never a dull moment." “How is he more dead?” "So now... he's double dead... A morticide.." "Why would they bother putting a knife in Dead Tom? Seems like a waste of a knife. That's just mean." "Or the killer was not particularly bright, even for our line of work." “So… either he’s a ghost or he can unlock doors with his mind.” "First rule of assassination: dispose of the assassins." “I’ve got it! Moriarty’s real name is Arti Morty! Also, wouldn’t his keys open everything else on the ship?” "Some jerky... what? No, we dont have wine... How about cheese? No, that wasn't meant to be stereotypical.... Its good cheese.... Grog? What are you, the rat drunk.... what? It's a smorgasvein? It sounds cultural..." "Okay, found Mr. Arrow and raised the alarm, could be to distract from his being the accomplice. Plus even if he were guilty he might not have fled with the prisoner, believing with no eyewitness to his part in the attack he is safe." "Counterargument: Horse. Then again, Janus told me of Becky Apples." Thunderclap, horse whinny. "Becky Apples was my fathers old charger from when he served in the war. I swear I saw that horse light a stable hand on fire and then stood t here and watched him burn." GM: You didn't think it was possible for a barrel to look nervous, but there it is. Practically shivering. "Humanoid the both of them, one of them a fair bit shorter than the other. The taller one had a weird footstep." “Like, limp weird or not feet weird?” MJ looks around, “so…. You wanna go back to the cell?” The Bullywug nods vigorously. "I would love to." MJ puts Dingo on his head. “Kay. Dingo’s in charge. You go straight back to your room.” "So we have two dangerous crew members on the loose, and no way of knowing what weapons they might have beyond the basic knives and clubs. Can this day get any worse?" "Why would you say that?" "I thought if I tempted fate the idiots might try to attack us to stop the investigation, that way we can wrap this up quicker. It didn't work." "The Toms are Goonion members in good standing. So is Short-stack. I think Mudwell might be behind on a due payment or two but no one has broken his legs yet. Pike, Monty, Morgan, and Jacque are not Goonion. Don't know about the horse. Heard he's former navy or something." "Ah! Head Lizards!" "Better... than Pants Lizards..." "Yeah that sounds terrible. Good thing I don't wear pants." “You should tell him what you know. Dingo’s been antsy. He hasn’t stapled anyone in weeks.” "You mean to say you cheated in a card game against a corpse. And you still lost? What is WRONG with you?" OOC: Does Magnus wear pants? GM OOC: I never figured this for a genuine point of discussion. But does your character wear pants is a valid question for all PCs. “ANGRY IGUANA NOISES!” "I'd do as he asks. He was punched by a Girallon today." MJ: “Dingo wants to help.” Dingo has found a kitchen knife somewhere. "Come on bro don't be a dick be a dude." OOC: Behold, the world's strongest goblin! "AMBER! GREASE THE LITTLE CHEESE BALL." “We do need him alive though…” "YEAH I KNOW I MEANT LITERALLY GREASE, AS IN THE SPELL." "No one set that on fire or else!" Dingo holds up a match. Osprey: "WHY IS EVERYONE LOOKING AT ME?" Magnus stops and looks around a moment. "Oh, they're not talking about me for a change." Archie goes to kick, lands on his face, then while Monty is laughing at him he reaches out and smacks him in the head. OOC: He Charlie Browned it. "Now we need a solid chair, some chains, and a feather fan to use on his feet. No one says torture can't be fun." "We will not engage in torture. We are not barbarians." "Not even tickle torture with feathers on the bottom of his feet?" "No, intimidation is one thing, but there are certain lines I refuse to cross." "I am not a servant of Leshavna, 37th Princess of Fork Mountain." *Jack Bauer Iguana noises* "Eh he'll be fine. Just get the Knife out. He didn't let being dead stop him so far. Why start now?" "Naw, he likes a funeral every now and again. Simple service and some drinks. Just don't go dumping him over board or cremating him." OOC: Careful, this guy's been through 5 days of Wilkins coffee withdrawl. OOC: Great, we have Batman interrogating one prisoner, and Cheech and Chong with the other. OOC: Like, in the real world torture is a terrible way to get info out of people. But nobody lies to the weed man. OOC2: Or the food guy. Rule 1 of being anywhere.... make friends with the cooks. OOC1: Do you know what happened to the last guy who got on dingos bad side? Neither do I. OOC2: Only ones who do are fish. GM OOC: Fish: "Did you hear that Osprey got his ass kicked by a lizard!" Other Fish: "Oh we got to pass this over to Salenias, the princess will get a laugh out of it." OOC1: School gossip. OOC3: Such catty fish. OOC:Okay, new rule, only one of us offers the guy we're interrogating something nice. It's good cop bad cop, not restful vacation at a B&B bad cop. OOC: Oh c'mon, Clueless Morgan has some dignity. OOC2: He lost a card game to a corpse. OOC: Some. OOC: The change of theme was good, but we do love our idiots in nightmareland. OOC: Just be forewarned, I have been binging the Magnus Archive this week so I'm full of horror beans. OOC2: Just be forewarned, Jonni exists.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #treasure island

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fakeloveaskblog · 3 years ago

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Remus. Honey. Look at me, take deep breaths. If you think you'll be okay, or you think you will have enough comfort people, go to the party! Worst comes to worse, bring Rowan! And if you dont want to sleep over, just do the party bit, no trouble or annoyances at all. N o n e.But if you get too anxious of the idea, or your just not feeling okay enough, dont go at all, it'll damage your mental health,,,more. Its your choice and no one, I repeat no one can judge you for that. -1/2

(I got another ask also asking for this same thing so I will probs sadly delete it but I want the anon to know I appreciate it even if I didn’t answer it. thanks <3)

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Remus tried to take a few deep breathes like you said. He kept twirling the ring on his finger to try and get the nerves out. Your comment about how much his crushes liked him made his heart warm. Remy was looking at him with such a sweet look as they waited for his answer.

'i dont know about a party' He finally wrote into the text to speech app.

"Party?" It took a moment before Remy leant their head back in laughter "Babe I meant like a party in like the we're gonna have fun way not like the literal way. You seriously think I would wanna stand around with this fucked up cane and have like 3 different guys try to kiss me"

Remus' stomach sunk. He could feel the tip of ears heating up from embarrassment.

"Sorry babe" Remy wiped a fake tear away once the giggles started to die down "That was all on me. I know you got like problems with tone and stuff. You good if it's just me, you and Jannie?"

He shrugged.

"We can hang out right here and your sis will stay around right?"

'yeah'

"It don't gotta be a sleepover if you decide you don’t want it to be. We can just like vibe and then I can weasel my way into control over Jannie's bed and sleep there. Will that be okay?"

Remus nodded.

"Coolio!"

They held out their hand to do a high five but he didn't move so they instead got out their phone and texted Janus. They made themself comfortable on the couch like a main character in an early 2000s teen romcom.

"Sooo do you wanna gossip? Paint each other nails? Kiissss? That is what people do at sleepovers right?" Remy asked "Cause babe I've never actually been at a real one with like friends. Just with Virgil or I've been like staying over with some dude after getting shitfaced but that's not the same thing y'know"

'do you really think i've been to any? i slept over in a mossy ditch once though'

"Stylish!! Maybe Jan knows" They looked at ech other and both shook their heads "Nah he doesn't"

Remus perked up and quickly wrote something on his phone 'Ro knows!"

They glanced back to Rowan. She had promptly fallen asleep with her forehead slammed into the table. Snores loud enough to shake a squirrel came from her.

The friends sent each other sinister smiles. Remus rubbed his hands together evily. Remy tip tapped on their toes like a mischievous bitch. They both slowly sneaked up behind Rowan.

And evily laid a blanket around her shoulders!!!

The friends giggled over their evil act together. The duke was a bit anxious about her being asleep but he knew she was a light sleeper after the third time she woke up to frogs filling her room

"Don't you have like a flag?" Remy suddenly asked.

Remus blinked at them 'what?'

They pointed at the wall behind Rowan. The one where her lesbian flag hung "Don't you have like a flag too? like trans or something?” They glanced at Rowan “You can get one if you want right?”

‘of course. i havent thought about it. brain dead’

He was so used to the sighs and annoyed looks he got from his ex every time he talked about being trans. Every time he’d tried to correct his pronouns. Putting a flag would have been a constant reminder of how burdensome his identity was. Sometimes Remus forgot he wasn’t living with his ex anymore.

“Want me to like make a flag? I should have some pink fabric over from making this Charli xcx shirt- Oh bitch I could have talked about being a dick sucking savant and that sentence would have been less gay. Jeez”

‘would you really?’ Remus asked with big puppy eyes.

“Suck a dick? Ehh it doesn’t really interest me but-”

‘i meant sewing the flag’

“Oh- Oh yeah babe! Of course! Anything for my green goblin!”

Remus motioned him to follow as he went over to Rowan’s bedroom aka the only bedroom in the apartment. He opened the closet and took out some old bedsheets and curtains. A dust cloud rose up from them.

He chucked them all on the floor and pointed at them. Remy promptly took out a needle and some thread from their bag.

“A lady is always prepared” They joked “So how big do you want it to be-”

A hurried knock came on the door. A thud came from the living room as Rowan fell down on the floor from surprise. “Dragon knocking” She yawned out.

Remus grabbed all of the fabric and followed Remy as they stumbled over to the door. Janus was standing on the other side. His breathing was quick and his eyes wide. His shirt was buttoned on wrong and he had on Logan’s space themed pajama pants.

“REmus! You’re alive!”

He exclaimed and reached out to hug his friend but Rem flinched back. Jan took a few extra theatrical deep breathes before half hissing towards Remy.

“I’ll kill you Remy. I will literally put poison in your food”

“Girl why this sudden flirting!?” They teased back.

“Your message made it sound like I had to hurry over because Remus was hurt or something! I was in the middle of snuggli- doing important work!” He sent a smile to Remus “I am however happy to be here”

“It’s only ‘cause I’m here. I know. You don’t have to say it!” Remy added.

They pulled Jan into a tight hug and whispered to him about how Remus wasn’t talking and didn’t seem to want to be touched. When they moved out from the hug they still had on a cheerful look.

Even so Janus looked a bit pale when he looked at Remus “Are you sure you’re physically okay? There is a tube going into your nose”

‘it is how i control my zombie army’ Remus wrote back.

“Oh....Understandable then”

“Alright Janny boy you wanna have a totally cool awesome sexy lil sleepover?”

‘we can make fake blood and throw it at each other’ Remus wrote.

“Well I can’t say no to some classic blood throwing”

He stepped inside the apartement. His back instantly straightened when he saw Rowan. He was very afraid of pissing her off somehow and in turn pissing off Remus. He did a shy lil wave. She was too busy fixing her hair to notice.

“Alright gals and babe how about we make some dinner and watch some movies until we fall asleep. Babe you can like choose the food and movie if you want” Remy rambled. “But first!” They did a dramatic pose “Truth or dare!!”

“Very classy” Janus commented.

“Let me live out my popular teen girl dreams okay!?” They looked over to Remus “Only if everyone is like comfortable with it obviously”

Remus in turn looked over to Rowan before writing ‘sure. jan?’

“I only just played it for the first time a few nights ago but I am also fine with it. You would think Patty had to be bad at something but no she’s good at kissing too” Janus very casually said.

“Oh yeah. She’s great!” Rowan agreed.

Before anyone could unpack any of that Rowan had pulled Remus into the kitchen to make popcorn and smoothies for everyone. Janus awkwardly sat down on the soft mattress in front of the tv. Remy sat down next to him and started to work on organizing the fabric.

Janus kept glancing over to them. Them in their full glory of a Charli xcx shirt made out of fabric found in a dumpster and in a skirt that made him blush. His lips curled up into an excited smile at the thought of maybe spending the night with his 2 crushes....and Rowan......ANYHOW he fantasized about being cuddled between the two. Like a smushed together spoon. He had to hold back happy stims.

“Scissor. need a scissor” Remy mumbled under their breathe.

They got up and leaned on their cane. It only took a few steps before some of the tape holding the cane together slipped up. The cane loosened and Remy fell foward. They landed harshly on their elbows and palms.

Janus quickly hurried over to help them. He reached out his hand.

“Are you okay?”

They slapped away his hand “It’s fine”

He looked at the cane “...Did...something happen?”

“I just like tripped. Girl it’s fine. It’s like old and stuff. Of course it would break”

Janus’ heart sunk. He lowered his voice “Remy I can tell you’re lying. I’m not stupid. Are you okay?”

“Well girl I would have been better if I didn’t trip. Which is what happened. Nothing else. And now I can’t get like a new one ‘cause I’m broke as fuck” They had that hint of anger in their voice, the one they always got when someone caught them in a lie.

“I only want to hear what happened because I care about you. It’s not like I get worried about you or anything”

Remy met his eyes “And what are you gonna do if I tell you? You gonna run off and tell Logan all about it? Huh?”

“It’s not-”

“We all need to gossip about something. I get it girl” They said through gritted teeth “I’m just real sick of people talking about me behind my back-”

“Smoothies are ready!” Rowan announced while walking into the room.

Remy immediately shone up into their usual relaxed smile “Perfect gal! You got any scissors around here?”

Janus stayed still even after Remy painfully had gotten up to talk to Rowan. He felt sick to his stomach. They’d been the one to suggest a sleepover hadn’t they? He couldn’t help but be afraid there was a reason behind it.

‘i think j anus is possessed’ Remus wrote.

Everyone else had made themself comfortable on the mattress. A lit candle sat in the middle. Remus had wrapped his arms around his sister like an octopus and kept poking her cheek to annoy her to which she threw popcorn into his face.

(Even though Remus’ heart was beating out of his chest and he felt nauseous and shaky and he kept hearing people yelling and his thoughts were racing. He still felt happy. He didn’t think it would go this well. He held his sister closer)

Janus forced himself to get up and join them. He sat next to Remy but they looked down at the fabric instead of even glancing at him.

Rowan clasped her hands together “So who shall start?”

“Well girl no offense but I’m scared of you, Janny is too much of a shy flustered fuck, Rem will dare us to eat bathroom mold or something and I’m too sexy to ask things so we’ve already hit a wall” Remy said.

‘floating orb’ Remus wrote.

“Dukey you’re hallucinating again”

He shook his head and pointed at you, the floating orb with sick fucking sunglasses in the corner of the ceiling.

“Oh that one! One of my precious fans! Excuse me, yes that is indeed real”

“Perfect. An impartial magical being to give us truth and dares. This is what all people should have during sleepovers” Janus added. “You do want to be a part of the game right?”

You let out a long murmur of static that made a few plants shake. They all took it as a yes. They settled in and waited for your surely very good truth and dares.

#feel free to send in as many truth or dares y'all can think of #i have no like specific asks i want in mind #i just wanted to give yall a chance to fuck everything up if yall wanted to #or make everything better i guess C:#sanders sides #remus sanders #janus sanders #remy sanders #roman sanders #thanks for the ask <3

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floralkittygambler · 4 years ago

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RadioDust is the Healthiest Toxic Ship for Angel so far

@honesthazbinarchives Briefly. I’d like to go into this more in the future BUT these are the main points I said I’d do. Heh ‘stay tuned’ for why HuskerDust is toxic [haaaa funny fuckin reference n shit like Viv herself aint overdone it]. Yer dont even wanna know the lack of enthusiasm in tryna do a playful ‘cringetopia’ joke - wasnt as fun as anticipated. Anyfuckinways, the shit. Before we begin, disclaimers n whatnot, no hate intended, dni if you’re a bit of a knobhead [either stan or extreme anti], an all that nonsense. I dont own the characters no shit. In this I’ll discuss how RadioDust aka SpiDEER (thats right, yer stuck w my shit humour now) is both the healthiest ship for Angel we’ve seen so far but still rather toxic. Idc if you hate me for it but dont fuckin waste yer time telling me. Great. I dont care. Yer fuckin hard n whatnot for harassin strangers online. Big dick energy to you. This will be slightly messy, my apologies, it’s a quick summary of many points.

Alright. Firstly, out of the entire male cast Angel interacts with over all platforms, Al is given a fair bit of mercy in terms of sexual advances. In fact, a swift ‘no’ and Angel doesn’t do it again - unlike most of the other cast [pent’s is covert, husks is overt]. One thing I like is that Angel himself admits to their chemistry (claiming that whilst he thinks Al’s a prick, he thinks Al dislikes him which saddens him as he’d at least like to be friends as he feels they have good chemistry - according to the VA via Hunicast’s 1yr anniversary), there’s no further efforts to jump on his dick but a clear curiosity/interest in what Al can do. Lets go to the basics, both are of similar age [allegedly in their 30s, though Ive heard Al may be up to mid 40s] as well as created near the same-ISH time (as in, Viv’s oldest characters, at least for HH). Likewise, Viv admitted to knowing fuck all on either of their eras (and to make that public wasn’t really a wise choice BUUUT if you felt the need, it’s better worded with interest “Right now I’m working towards educating myself more on their time periods to improve their portrayals” <-- crucial if yer want that ‘realism’). Because of their real-world ages, Viv confesses they’re her favourites (even if you didnt know, she makes it pretty clear). It could be a nice ‘homage’ to their impact in her life but not too relevant otherwise. It could fulfil the need for self indulgence that she’s unhealthily leaking into the canon - which will ultimately make the series shit. No sugarcoating there. As for their ages, a relationship can work whether the gap is large or small HOWEVER there are many ethics and conflicts to each. And being an adult into kids is always fucked up. With that being said, studies have shown that closer ages often work better due to the often similarities in mindset, maturity and life goals (older folks are more likely to want to settle, younger often have more ambitions), likewise there tends to be an unbalanced power-dynamic if the ages are too far, which can lead to various types of abuse. Dont get me wrong, being with someone much older (AS LONG AS NONE OF YALL ARE KIDS) very much CAN work - but rarely. There’s much more hardwork needed as well as being in the right mindset for both, otherwise it’s bad. More on that in HD. Long story short, both are closer in age meaning both are more ‘relatable’ to one another. There’s common grounds, even in the eras there’s some higher understanding of one another. Notice how Vaggie and Charlie are similar in age? (Even though Charlie is far older, her appearance and mentality for her race is on par with Vaggie’s, making it far more likely to work out positively) One of the most prominent out of all of this however is their actual interests. So listing; Both like action/chaos/having fun (often at the expense of others), both love cooking and can be food snobs in their own right, both have sadistic AND masochistic tendencies, Al likes performance and theatre whilst Angel loves *to* perform, on that last point Angel was very intrigued and enjoyed Al’s song number/performance naturally, both really enjoy pranks and both enjoy liquor (neither show an actual addiction, but rather an interest in social drinking - no dependencies on it). Again, close eras mean both have a higher probability of understanding the other and their lifestyles better. Both are high on appearance and love themselves, implying self confident mindset (healthy BUT the narcissism isnt) yet enough consideration for how they are viewed. On the parent system, one adores his mama whilst the other hates his pops. Now Ive gone on about how they’re similar. But similarities ALONE is not enough. If it was, then fandom’s would be a lil more harmonious~ A HEALTHY relationship needs compatibility, POSITIVE conversation flow, common grounds, trust, openness and understanding. Even then, some people click and some just dont. It’s like how you can just hate someone for no reason. It just IS. Common grounds and similarity is scientifically proven to be attractive to someone - be it good or BAD. People are drawn to those like their parents in some way usually, likewise we look for people similar to ourselves (from our interests, to humour, beliefs, goals, etc). Science itself states that ‘opposites attract’ solemnly applies in the real world successfully. Though similiarity plays a large role, there has to be some differences too - that person is STILL an individual separate to yourself. Too similar and it’s boring. Too similar and you’ll do everything together without some ‘you’ time. Both Vaggie and Charlie have similar interests/hobbies in dance and music, yet still have enough differences to be identifiable when together. Vaggie is more grounded than Charlie. Charlie gives some optimism and fun to Vaggie. Remember, a partner does NOT complete you - that’s a toxic mindset when taken too seriously, You complete YOURSELF. Whether you have someone or not, you must feel complete in yourself as to not slip into toxic dependency on a lover - to become them, a shadow of them or feel like you’ve lost your identity without them. Sounds harsh but it’s true. Chaggie compliments each other without a dependency. You stand alone yet uplift one another. You don’t always agree but in the end you always have each other’s backs. Love is often butchered in a toxic light in the media. So taking that into consideration, how does spideer work? Well, here’s some examples of good, bad and neutral: - Angel loves animals, Al fears/dislikes dogs. Perhaps Angel could assist him in overcoming this? - Al hates being touched, Angel dislikes being squeezed. Maybe this could help them reach an understanding... Or cause a rift? - Angel was the only one to break Al’s composure, either Angel is the *key* to delving further into Al’s more raw self... Or just another obVOXious pest? (yeah, I said it-) - Neither respect other’s boundaries, meaning both may fuel the other to be overly disrespectful in this area. Not good. - Angel is a sarky/sarcastic fuck, Al loves dry humour. Both seek amusement and chaos. In relationships one needs to see how conversation flows and in the hunicasts, both keep up some good as well as toxic banter. Both could roast the fuck out of an opponent however. - Al is acro/ace, Angel is hypersexual (appears like a sex addict - now I say this as his book has a crossed out ‘fun stuff’ with ‘work shit’ written on it. He’s always fixed on sex from his job to his humour), this could either aid Angel ease up on the sex stuff OR make him overly push it onto Al causing major rifts and discomfort (aces can have sex, ref to ace posts that real asexuals put to understand more but no one wants to be forced into sex is the point here). And we’ve already discussed their lack of respect for boundaries. The positive is that maybe this will make Angel understand how Val is rubbing off on his own behaviour towards men [again, more on that in the HD post]. - Both similar yet different in a way that does suit their compatibility chances but that doesnt mean they will click, it just improves the odds. - Both have similar enemies in Val and Vox, they’re on common terms. Likewise, Al is against the ‘sexual deviance’ of hell meaning he may be oddly supportive and protective of Angel in terms of Val. I dont even think his sadism will override this either. - Al dislikes modern tech, Angel seems to use it as his job requires it. A nice little menial difference. - Only ONE is an addict. Take it from an expert, you NEVER put two addicts together. They’re very vulnerable and prone to slipping deeper into their addictions as well as depending on each other too much that they essentially become very clingy, suffocating and toxic to each other. Seen it in action, it’s ugly. - Both could have a lot of fun and calm moments with each other. - He isn’t immediately smitten with Al but immediately shows a natural interest in Al’s powers and performance, embracing it openly. Leads for a good friendship turned lovers plot. - In Viv’s patreon, she confirmed Angel loves confident guys [sounds exactly like Al] We need to think about where both are mentally. What benefits would a relationship give both? How would they be good and bad for each other? For Al, aside from his outdated views and being a fucking murderer and narcissist, he actually seems in a good mindspace for a relationship IF he opted to be in one. Angel however has a very immature mindset, likewise is in a phase of life where hes bed hopping. IF he were to be in a relationship, I’d say he needs a male equivalent of Cherri - someone with a similar mindset yet some differences, willing to have fun and in touch with their younger side, down to cuddle, open to share and receive love as well as not afraid to publicly be affectionate with him, someone who sees him as more than just for sex, someone fun, someone who’ll let him embrace his cutesy side publicly without shame - Cherri is younger so maybe someone who’s his age or slightly younger perhaps? I think Angel’s not retirement home ready to settle and needs someone on his level that can cuddle and chill as well as feels free and youthful enough to go wild with him. In one sense, he’s got a teen girl sorta mindset (dont put him with a teen though, it’s fuckin weird-). He needs someone positive and raw, someone to let him be himself as well as someone comfortable to be themselves around him. He has a habit of latching onto unobtainable men (in psychology, this is self sabotaging subconsciously): Travis the client, Val a pimp, Husk (emotionally unavailable and needs HEAVY self work - interestingly far more than Angel - plus he’s still onto his last relationship and an addict to gambling and alcohol), Pent who’s the enemy he was currently fighting (inappropriate timing), Alastor who’s not interested in another but his own needs [selfish, VERY bad for a relationship]. Subconsciously he’s self sabotaging on purpose. There’s many psychology books as well as sources online for this, if you’re interested. Either way, Angel is drawn to men either like his father [who dislike him, shun him, or are otherwise cold, abusive or just blatantly dislike or otherwise dont care about him] or anyone with money to fuel his drug addiction/’debt’ to Val. Going with any of these men isn’t a good idea. Preferably, Angel needs someone who he doesnt immediately crush and obsess over. Someone who he doesnt sexually harass or assault. Someone he can build a connection with quickly that can bud into romance (think how Chaggie started as a friendship which clicked immediately). Maybe even someone he doesn’t expect to fall for but does so anyways. It would be more realistic as Viv wants as well as more healthy. That for once he isnt sex or money craved instantly, thus doesnt sexually harass/assault and is given a proper chance to develop and grow a friendship and love. Someone who isnt an addict. Someone with an on-par mindset where they click. Someone open to love. For any chance of a good relationship, Angel needs to be with anyone BUT who we’ve already seen. There’s too much toxicity that’ll be swept under the rug and justified otherwise. Too much shit to fuel homophobes in terms of gay stereotypes. Even though Ive focused a fair bit on Angel, it’s NOT just about Angel. That’s something fans forget. Some he depends on or someone who depends on him in the long term wont last and will be very dangerous to both. Just because you suffer, you dont then deserve to be rewarded with ‘something nice’. You dont get to have everything youve ever wanted. Giving him any of these blokes [minus Val] gives him a pass. Gives him what he wants. I get Viv loves him but life doesnt work that way. True lasting growth comes from learning that. Acceptance and growth. You dont get everything you want and sometimes thats a GOOD thing. He’s not a spoilt kid who gets everything he asks for, he’s YOUR creation. If you really wanted what your creations deserve then you need to research and be realistic with it. Because hes starting to feel like a shitty Gary-Stu at this rate. I live with an ‘Angel Dust’ like person. It used to feel like life gave her everything and most times it did. Everyone loved her and she could get away with murder if she wanted to. But now she’s had to struggle and grow, let go of some ‘wants’ because they werent good for her and she’s becoming better for it. She has a long way but she’s more humble for it now [still got self confidence but it’s less narcissism now, which is more healthy for her]. Also, they make the word anal lol

#stans and antis dni #pros and cons to radiodust #spideer #anti hazbin #viv needs to actually research #vivs been in toxic relationships so she should know better and how these come across #wait until anti huskerdust #ill really be fuckin loathed then #anyways #enjoy?

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