#y'all got some freaky followers

[gund-arminc]

some nasty porn blog rb'd a post of mine and i traced it back all the way to the source and it's jen's fault

[cloudluvrrr]

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a/n: rushed and bad im sick andi have to post chat 😔

boothill x preachers daughter

tw : religous themes, slight implication of freaky, erm bad and rushed, i didnt proof read either 😈😈

-Michelle pfeifer - ethel cain

Boothill was often out at night, his family owned a small ranch a little south of the small town you lived in. You knew of him of course, everyone did. He often did some petty crimes, smoking, stealing from people, getting in fights. He was troubled, often coming into church on Sundays with his family begrudgingly.

He entered the southern style church, looking over at the rows of towns people whispering amongst themselves. Hiding away what they've done before, as if attending could simply wash away the tracks of their sins.

Sitting there with a sour look on his face, as your father preached about how to repent and cleanse your souls seemingly being aimed at boothill. As well as informing the town that the yearly baptism & church picnic was coming, and for those who wanted to be accepted to speak with his wife.

Every time he entered the church he saw the back of your pretty head. All done up with a bow, in your Sunday best. He watched as you highlighted and taking notes in your white bible. Your flushed cheeks, the point of your nose, your soft tinted lips, the frills of your dress. You were the towns girl, always dressed in pretty dresses and on her best behavior. Like a doe, innocent, beautiful, graceful. Boothill was like a snake, with the temptation and promise of leading others astray. Poisoning them, leading them astray from the grace of god.

As his thoughts came to a close he saw everyone getting up, and the pastor finishing up his sermon. He was hunched over, hands in his pocket as a soft hand tugged on his forearm.

"boothill" your soft voice echoed in his head, 'she knows my name?'

"uh.. yeah?" he asked nervously meeting your eyes.

"your not going to get baptised?"

"Why would I? everyone in here is fake as hell, I like to enjoy my you-"

"you're going to hell" you interupt, your brown eyes looking up at him.

"You can't be saved unless you change, ya know." you say stepping back and hugging your bible. "Your loved, you got everythin' and you live like that"

"the hell you mean by that" he snapped, but before you answered your father pulled you away to tend to other followers.

"I told you not to speak to him" your father whispered as he lead to the others "I was helping" you whisper back.

"He's beyond help baby"

--

He was out in his fathers wheat field, stargazing. A dimly light cigarette rest on his lips. His mind thinking of what you said, how he had everything yet he still rebelled. He tried his hardest to think of why, he shrugged it off as just wanting to be free from this shit small town.

His thoughts once more interrupted by a small hum, seeing you walking along the fence. Your hands behind your back, as you walked along the fence. God you were beautiful "hey!" he shouted getting up and standing on the other side.

The sweet sound of you hums stop as you look at him.

"made up your mind?" you ask looking into his eyes.

A fence between the two of you, a divide he placed a hand on the fence "fuck no, what you doin' out?" he ask looking around looking for any sign of your family.

"I like to go on walks"

"alone?"

"this town gossips like wild fire, if i do something it'll get to my daddy before I even return home. I ain't stupid like you" you say with an edge

"I enjoy my life" he scoffed putting out his cigarette.

"change is good"

"no it ain't"

"some times it is" you insist.

"why are you so insistan-"

"I want you to change"

"why? I'm a lost cause darlin' your daddy said so too" He added sitting on the fence

"...I don't think so, I wanna talk to yo-"

"the hell? why?"

"...I like you, your everything I'd like to be" your brows scrunching as you hear your own words

Your words hit him like lighting, you wanted to be like him. "why? You got everythin' your families perfect, y'all rich, you love eachother-" He could give you a million reasons why your family was so looked up upon.

"no, daddys.. Gone a lot, mama drinks, my kid siblings just do whatever daddy wants them too.." you said looking away.

'but I could tell that you wanted out of the family.'

--

So began boothills journey to salvation.

He gets baptized, and for the first time he doesn't get tugged away from you.

The both of you are on a swing set, talking about the most mundane things. Your favorite food, his favorite color, your hobbies anything he could to distract you from the town.

it was often cute dates like this, at the dinner, the lake, anywhere.

yet

he was a bad influence, even if he was 'fixed'. He wanted to show you the world outside of the church.

So on one of the days where your father was out and your mother was drowning in her wine cabinet.

the both of you, sat in boothills twin bed drinking some beer he'd stolen from the local store.

Things got hazey from there, you didn't remember much.

Other than boothill slipping off your purity ring, and slipping off your sunday best.

-

He'd become your world

Your everything

the very sin you'd had been protected from.

Your family had learned to accept him, and your friends envied you.

Yet he left,

just like that.

Packed his bags took his dads truck, and left.

You accepted it, moving on but always thinking of him sending him letters you were never sure reached him.

Eventually you dropped off the last letter along with the ring he'd made you, in his jewelry class

-

Dear, Boothill

where did you go?

This is my last letter, I don't know if you get any of them. But I'm finally leaving you behind, like you did with me.

You're like a demon that follows behind me, a reminder of our time and our fun. I can't deny I didn't like it, made me happy.

It makes me happy,

Especially when you changed just for me.

And just for you to leave.

Did you even exist?

or

was it me?

--

sorry if it started off good then slowly got worst i forgot where i wanted to take it, so YAAY i finished it tho :)

i havent been playing hsr but i will be pulling for sunday :D

actually ive been into the silent hill 2 remake and detroit become human :P

BYEYEEYEYU for now

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

You've been quietly seeing Cooper for months now. Avoiding the public eye while he's still in the midst of settling a long, drawn-out divorce. He's been exploring new things with you. You're a little on the demure side but willing to try most things when it comes to what Cooper Howard wants. Being in similar networks, one night, you both go to the same party separately. You get a bit drunk and wonder off from everyone else, with Coop following. Sexual exploitation, cnc, degradation? Soooft Cooper after. Idk just a thought. 👀

Duplicity (Part I)

Pairing: Prewar!Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Word Count: 11,275

Warnings: smut (18+), DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Possessive!Prewar!Cooper, jealousy, dubious consent, infidelity (physical and emotional), decomposing marriages, acrimonious divorce proceedings, alcohol use, choking, biting, degradation, mild exhibitionism, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, soft ending.

Notes: I am such a sucker for darker portrayals of Prewar!Cooper so this took root right inside my brain, like, instantly. I think there's a lot more of The Ghoul already inside that man than many people talk about.

Thanks for the submission! I fell in love with this prompt and I will absolutely be continuing it; honestly, I think this version of Coop has so much potential and this framing is great fodder for freaky Prewar! antics. There's so much this man wants to try with (on) you.

This is more 'dubcon' than 'CNC', but there's always future installments. If y'all have ideas you'd like to throw on the pile for it, the askbox is always open! The length of this absolutely got away from me and I sincerely apologize for that. I am so bad at estimating how long my fics are gonna end up (I had originally guessed this would be around 8,500). Thanks for your patience and please enjoy!

"Oh, come on, you're gonna tell me you're not at all excited about this?"

Your coworkers words were more grating than usual as the two of you rode up towards your office in the elevator, alone save for the anticipation filling the small space thanks to the early hour.

"You really need to get a grip. Don't you also work at a movie studio? Haven't you met actors before?" you teased, trying to remain good-natured despite your annoyance, and despite your nerves. It was rather rare for you to be nervous about meeting with studio talent these days, but hey; even you were prone to a little fangirl behavior from time to time. You were, in fact, excited for a work meeting for once.

You'd heard Cooper Howard was actually nice compared to a lot of the actors you had to work with.

The early morning time slot you could certainly live without, as well as the hard edge of nerves that you couldn't shake, embarrassingly. For five years, you'd been employed by one of the country's largest and most prolific movie studios practicing contract law. Well, in name you practiced contract law. In reality, the department you worked for was so large that you were rarely involved in the actual negotiation process, the exciting part with the intriguing back-and-forth. Instead, you were left to finish things up, dot i's and cross t's. It wasn't exactly thrilling work, nor was it what you envisioned yourself doing when you were in law school, but the pay wasn't awful and everyone started somewhere.

Essentially, your entire job was to run around chasing (or sit around waiting for) signatures from people who usually thought they were better than you and treated you with contempt, so it was often difficult to feel any sort of genuine excitement. Granted, you were a little more of a fan of Cooper Howard than you were a fan of pretty much anyone else you'd met with, but you tried your hardest to remain professional and not embarrass yourself at all times. You'd grown up watching some of his earliest movies with your grandfather before he'd passed, and had even developed a little adolescent crush on him and his famous sheriff persona, but you also saw so much genuinely embarrassing name-dropping and star-fuckery in this job that you were determined to not come across that way.

Besides, there was enough of that nonsense in your household as it was, what with your husband in training as a junior executive thanks to his penchant for that type of behavior.

When you'd married him, bright-eyed and fresh out of undergrad, you hadn't necessarily been head-over-heels or anything, but wasn't that normal? Everyone around you told you that he was a good man, that he was the star to hitch your wagon to, and, in your youth and carelessness, you'd believed them unquestioningly, despite the fact that he never really had actively made you happy. The courting part of your relationship had been more like contract negotiations, long discussions about acceptable and unacceptable behavior in a marital partner until you'd settled on agreeable terms. The wedding had been beautiful and emotionless. You'd assumed that the 'happiness' part would come later, once you were both fully established and settled in.

It never did.

Well, the establishment came; you both graduated law school, you with honors, and when job offers had come in for both of you from the same firm that worked very closely with the studio he'd always talked about working for, you thought the deal was sealed. Your perfect life, perfect marriage were supposed to start the day you signed your offer. You'd found your stride in your work, bought a house, seen him get promoted...and you felt no more positive about him now than you had on your wedding day. The feeling was mutual, and it wasn't hard to tell; he'd had god knows how many affairs, lazier and lazier about hiding them over the years, including a number of flings with his assistant, who was undeniably in love with him, poor thing.

It was because of this that she clearly resented being asked to do anything that had to do with you, including arranging the half-cocked romantic gestures he'd perform in order to show others that he was a good husband. This was mostly made up of having flowers delivered to your office every other week, something he'd never take the time to set up himself, so naturally, it had fallen to the girl. Reserving little effort for the task, she had obviously made a standing order for a dozen red roses, sprinkled with baby's breath, to be delivered biweekly, and left it at that. It was a nice gesture, sort of, but frankly you'd grown tired of signing for the damn things every time when you didn't even like red roses, and he should've known that. You'd been married almost a decade.

Besides, the smell of baby's breath made your stomach turn.

Still, the poor flowers hadn't done anything, so you continued to sign for them, continued to let each bouquet molder away on the little ornamental table in the corner of your office. True, it was nice to have the splash of additional color, the life in the room, but increasingly the thorny blooms irritated you, looking at them distracting you with feelings of muted resentment.

That's what you felt as you looked upon them that morning, rifling through your file cabinet to find the proper contract as you waited, the door to your office standing open and allowing you to hear when the elevator doors opened. Standing there was the famous cowboy, dressed in a wool overcoat and nice slacks, smiling at you as you beckoned him and his companion, a tall, mustachioed man you took for his agent, into your office. Each of them shook your hand and took a seat at your desk, waiting as you made your way to your seat and began to chat with the unfamiliar man about the papers. Talent almost never had anything to say to you in these meetings, in your experience.

However, he surprised you, both by being fairly knowledgeable about the terms of his latest contract, as well as by speaking directly to you in a casual tone that implied he might even see you as an equal. Cooper Howard being so nice to speak to wasn't really a surprise, as he had a reputation for it, but you were shocked that everything he was currently going through personally didn't seem to impact his demeanor.

The woman representing him in his divorce had actually been in your law school graduating class, but you didn't figure that made for very good small talk.

"Alright, let's just make sure everything is squared away and we'll get this signed. " you said eventually, holding the little cluster of papers you'd scrounged up to scan it over. However, as the two watched you, your gaze caught on a misspelling; initially, you felt embarrassed, knowing it would have to be corrected, but then you noticed changes to the actual terms of the agreement and you fell completely silent.

Your eyes scanned slower as you quieted, realizing that the contract in your hands had changes that you didn't authorize, were sure that they hadn't authorized; subtle changes in the language that wouldn't draw much attention unless you were to slowly, carefully read through the entire thing right before the signatures went on...which was usually not the case. By now, the terms had been painstakingly ironed out and the thing had been edited and reread and reedited a million times. Typically, this meeting, the bulk of your job, was simply confirming agreed upon terms, collecting signatures, and filing the contracts away.

Something was awry here.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen." you said politely, sitting up straight and smiling as calmly, as normally as you could. "It seems I don't have the correct paperwork. This can't be the current version of the contract. We may have to delay."

"This is ridiculous. Ever since Vault-Tec took over legal, you people can't seem to tell your ass from your elbow." the mustachioed man rolled his eyes dramatically. "You don't have a para or anything to keep shit straight for you?"

"I really am sorry. It'll just be a few minutes, hopefully." you apologized again, cringing. You'd requested a paralegal multiple times and had been told that your role didn't require one, but you weren't about to tell him that.

"Well, if you're gonna make me wait around, I'm gonna go place a few calls in the meantime."

With that, the man rose abruptly and stepped out into the reception area. You followed him with your eyes, slightly worried that he would hassle your assistant in his seemingly aggressive frustration.

"He won't bother your girl." the man across from you said perceptively, surprising you. "He might seem like an asshole, but he's a good guy. Always done right by me. Just a little overprotective."

"Well, I don't blame him. Especially if he represents anyone else that works for this studio. Now every single negotiation has to come under extra scrutiny, not to mention all the contracts signed in the last year since the takeover..." you mused, a little too honest, but uncaring.

"I mean, if they've got you signing these dud contracts, too, isn't that bad for you?" he asked.

You chewed your lip for a long moment, your eyes dancing over the glass paperweight on your desk calendar as you thought things over. It was a sort of odd moment, having famous movie star Cooper Howard expressing concern for your wellbeing and job security.

"Well, I suppose that depends on how I ended up with a bum copy of your contract. Could just be me being forgetful or grabbing the wrong folder at some point, which would certainly be on me...but if I'm honest, that doesn't really strike me as something I would do. Besides, I don't even recognize some of these terms."

"Lots of interesting stuff happening around here since Vault-Tec started buying everything up." he replied, a glint in his eye as he leveled his gaze directly at you.

"I agree completely. And, again, I'm really sorry about this. Let me look at this and compare it to an old one. I know I have a hard copy of the final edit here, and I know that this one doesn't match it. Just let me prove it and we'll sign the real one, if that's what you want. If not, I guess we'll decide where to go from there." you said, feeling infinitely more at-ease than you had before.

"Think your boss'll be alright with that?"

You gave a crisp shrug.

"I feel like my time working for these people is dwindling. Maybe not immediately so, but I certainly can't see myself advancing here. Don't think I fit the corporate culture. You know?" you laughed, and he joined you. It was almost surreal to interact with someone like him who treated you like you were a real person, who acted like a real person themselves.

"Nice roses, by the way." he said, gesturing with his head over his shoulder to the flowers on the table. "Pretty. Are they from your husband?"

His question seemed innocuous, so you weren't sure why your response came out the way it did.

"Uh, yeah. He sends them every other week. It's nice." you replied, your tone unnecessarily flat and sending his eyebrows raising, his head tilting about twenty degrees in intrigue.

"It's nice, huh? Is he in the dog house every other week?" he joked.

"I just don't really like red roses that much and they're all I ever get." you said simply, unsure how much would be too much to say in this suddenly inquisitive moment. "Sorry, that probably makes me sound ungrateful."

"Lemme guess...you like sunflowers."

His statement actually surprised you, since he was right; granted, sunflowers were about the second most popular flower in the country, and you had several paintings and tchotchkes featuring sunflowers up around the office, but it was still sort of odd to you for him to notice that.

"Observant, huh?" you blushed.

The smile he shot back at you was genuinely heart-racing, sending blood racing to your cheeks and your gaze skittering around your desktop as you busied yourself with a random stack of papers. The meeting finished up quickly when his rep stuck his head back into your office and called Cooper away, sending him rolling his eyes playfully as he reached across your desk to shake your hand once more, thanking you sincerely for your help before politely dismissing himself.

You were still thinking about the feeling of his hand in yours that night when you brought up what you'd noticed with your husband over dinner.

"Maybe you do need a paralegal if you're mixing up your paperwork that badly." he muttered through bites of his entree, not even fully lifting his head to look at you. "I'll see what I can do about that."

You rolled your eyes.

"No, I mean it. I think something weird is going on. Like I said, I went though the copy I kept and compared it to the one we had to sign. I didn't make some of those edits, and the terms of them were so unfavorable for them that I really get the feeling that they didn't make them. What if someone is messing with my paperwork or something? I'm the one that'll have to go to court and defend myself if someone ends up suing the company or the studio for contract fraud!" you insisted, your own meal hardly touched.

"Fine. If we've gotta go to court, we've gotta go to court." was all he said.

"We'd never win, though. They'd have a slam-dunk case."

He laughed in response, and you were shocked at how much the sound annoyed you.

"Oh, please. You think Vault-Tec doesn't have the money to keep them in court forever fighting over it? They'll run outta money eventually. Doesn't matter if they're right." he shrugged. "Don't worry about it. We'll get you a para so you can stop screwing up your papers."

You sat there in silence, unable to formulate a reply in your disgust with him. After a long moment, you excused yourself, emptying your plate into the trash before climbing the stairs to bed. The next morning, you called Cooper's rep the moment your husband left the house and invited him to come and pick up the contract copies from your office, all the discrepancies noted clearly. He happily agreed, the star showing up before anyone else had taken their places for the day.

"You're not wearing your ring." he said as he took the manila folder from your hand. You paused, confused, before focusing on your outstretched left hand and noticing that he was correct; your engagement ring and wedding band were missing, clear tan lines in their absence.

"Oh. I, erm, must've forgotten it at home." you replied after just a moment too long, your eyes flitting between his face and your naked finger as you felt your cheeks warm.

You'd never forgotten it before; putting it on was the first thing you did every morning to ensure just that. It was such a tiny, easy-to-lose bauble. Ever since you'd been given the thing, you'd been afraid of misplacing it and the reaction that would earn you. A muted tingle of worry crept up your spine that you may have dropped or lost it.

Both of them, though?

He thanked you sincerely once more, seeming like he wanted to say something else before dismissing himself. Both of you were a tad skittish at the sounds of people arriving in the hall outside, so you let him go, waving in response to the way he nodded at you as he pulled the door shut behind him. That night, when you returned home, you found your wedding bands sitting right on your bedside table where you left them every night. You were both relieved you hadn't misplaced them and curious about how you'd managed to completely forget about them that morning. Cooper Howard was quite the distraction, as it turned out.

You were still thinking about your interaction a few days later as you poured over already-signed documents from previous months, noting multiple differences between final drafts and signed copies, a feeling of dread building in the back of your mind. That smile he'd shot you from across your desk still managed to distract and make you dizzy, though, even as a memory, one you were indulging in yet again when the sound of the front office door opening broke your concentration.

"Your flowers are here to sign for!" your assistant suddenly called from the front of the office, sending you rolling your eyes at the timing until she followed it up with a pleasantly surprised, "They're extra nice this week!"

This sent you moving towards the door with just a little more hustle than usual, your brows furrowed deeper and deeper as a realization set upon you: it was the right day, but the wrong week for your usual rose delivery. The usual man was there to drop them off, standing right at the door and waiting politely. Same song and dance as usual.

"He picked out super pretty ones this time. Must be for something special." she mused dreamily from her chair as she watched you sign for them, nodding politely at the delivery guy as he let himself out.

There, on the desk, was a gorgeous, glossy blue vase filled with goldenrod sunflowers the size of your hand, nestled with tall, royal blue gladioluses and star-shaped balloon flowers. You could smell the arrangement from where you stood. Quickly, you carried them into your office and shut the door, not waiting for her to realize the date was off and start asking questions. Setting them on the usual side table, you inspected them closely. Nestled among the blooms was a thick little card, crisp handwriting inside the rich gold border when you opened it that read:

Thank you so much for your help with the contract edits. If you ever need to get ahold of me again, for anything, please don't hesitate to call me directly. - C.H.

Beneath that, a phone number that you promptly wrote into your address book and burned into your memory, a strange tingle in your gut as you looked your gift over once more. The card itself you tucked into your desk drawer, beneath some innocuous, boring papers.

You hadn't done anything wrong, except maybe in your employer's eyes, but you didn't want to risk anything seeming...untoward, despite your inability to simply throw the card away. You had the phone number now and didn't necessarily need to keep it, but something made you feel a little sad when you thought about tossing it in the trash can.

That evening, after everyone else had left, you called the number, fully expecting to have to leave a message and floored when he actually answered, rather quickly, in fact.

"Thank you so much for the flowers." you said softly, almost shyly after the two of you had exchanged fairly formal greetings. You should've followed up the statement with a "...but they aren't appropriate." or a "...but I'm married." However, you did not.

Interesting.

"Well, thank you for your help with the contract stuff. Really, it's so rare to find anyone really honest around here anymore." he said, and you could hear that killer smile in his tone. It sent your heart fluttering. "I'm still not sure what I'm gonna do, but I'll call you when I decide. Or maybe I'll come bother you at your office and see them in person. I didn't get to see the actual arrangement when I went down to order them, so I'm really glad you like them."

"You're always welcome to come see me if you need." you offered up much too quickly. "I usually stay late a few hours to look over things, especially recently."

"Well, you don't have to tell me twice." he replied teasingly.

After that, you'd swapped small talk for a few minutes before getting off the phone, the feeling of not wanting to hang up first heavy on both ends.

After that, flowers you actually fancied came for you every week for months on end, and still came to this day. It wasn't even the same flowers every time. He knew you liked sunflowers, but would often shake things up by sending arrangements of pale asters and black-eyed Susans, buttercups and gerbera daises, all in beautiful shades of rich yellow, studded with clusters of blue phlox, cornflowers, and larkspur.

His colors.

Over and over you'd told him that it wasn't necessary, that he didn't have to spend that much money on you just for flowers. But your arguments were rather flat and halfhearted; not only did you love having the gorgeous, vibrant blooms to brighten your office, you felt incredibly special at the effort he took to specifically gift you something you actually enjoyed. Besides, he refused to hear it, anyway, rebutting that he was a grown man who knew how to manage his money and what he liked to spend it on.

You started breaking up the bouquets of roses your husband sent, distributing them among the ladies in the office; some wanted color for their desks, others something to brighten up their window sills at home, and you were happy to provide.

The baby's breath, however, went into the trash.

You just tried to not think too hard about the lovely gifts technically coming from someone else's husband, including how the first few bouquets had come before he'd moved out of their shared home.

It had been when he'd finally done so that you two really started to become close. Already you'd reached the point of staying late an hour or so most nights just to talk to him on the phone in your office (with the door locked, of course), so you became quite accustomed to getting to speak to him directly, and regularly, especially when something was bothering you. At first, you mostly just talked about your days; you tried to avoid talking about your suspicions about your work, a little nervous about the security of your phone, so you largely listened to him talk about his latest divorce negotiations, his daughter, asking him questions about himself and answering questions in return. Sometimes, you would both lapse into a silence that was strangely comfortable, even over the phone.

Eventually, you both began to to open up more. You confessed that you got married for less than thoughtful reasons at a probably-too-young age, and all but said you regretted it. You also told him that you really hated your job, actually, and mused about the kind of work you'd do if you weren't where you were. Maybe something in the nonprofit sector.

He told you about his decision to get involved with Vault-Tec, about how he felt like Barb used his career to bolster hers, not caring what the impact towards him was.

Surprisingly to you, he never so much as implied that he resented her for it, but you could sense it there, deep beneath all of the very apparent feelings of betrayal and sadness. One night, he confessed that as much as he loved his wife, he didn't feel like he truly knew her anymore, that he'd always thought they'd shared the same values, and he now didn't think that was really true. There also seemed to be something else, something darker beneath it all, something that frightened him, but you could never get a good sense of what it was.

Over the next few months, you grew closer and closer, stealing rare opportunities to see one another for a few minutes during the day, trying to tide yourselves over until you could talk at night. Quickly, your talks became a necessity for you, a peaceful refuge where you felt you could truly get things off your chest with no judgment.

It became apparent that he felt the same the first night he'd called you at home.

The phone's ring had actually frightened you awake, sending you grabbing at the handset that lived next to your side of the bed in a blind, half-conscious panic. Your husband, asleep (or, based on the smell, passed out) beside you, didn't really stir.

"Hello?" you murmured, groggy with an edge of alarm.

"Hey." came a soft, familiar drawl. "I'm sorry to wake you. I didn't really know who to call."

Cooper's voice was a welcome sound, but the room, the whole house, was so quiet you weren't sure how much you could say without being overheard. For a long moment, you were silent, struggling to decide on what to say.

"Are you safe?" was the question you decided on. It seemed a little dramatic, but you weren't sure what was going on.

At the other end, there was a muffled squeaking sound, like someone shifting around in a leather chair, and a tinkling like ice in a glass.

"Yeah, m'fine. Just sitting here in the new place." he said, followed by an audible swallow. "So quiet. It's weird."

"Mmm." you responded cautiously.

Things were quiet for a time, and you felt a little awkward just sitting there, saying nothing, straining to hear any sounds from him.

"I miss you." he said suddenly.

"Miss you too."

"I'm sorry." he said again, and you could hear the intoxication creeping into his voice. "I know it's not a good time to call. Should've let you sleep."

"It's okay. Happy you called." you responded lowly, trying to use as few words, make as few sounds as possible. "Worried about you."

Finally, it seemed he was ready to say what was really weighing on him.

"Haven't slept without Janey in the same house since she was born." was all he said, his voice thick and strange. You wondered if he was crying, and it broke your heart.

"M'sorry, honey."

The pet name was soft and bittersweet as it rolled off your tongue for the first time. You wanted so badly to be able to be there for him, with him, keeping him company through this. Holding him.

Maybe if you were quiet, you could sneak out...call a cab from downstairs...walk down the drive and meet it...

But before he could respond, before your plan could form any further in your mind, your husband let out a cough, his chest jumping as he turned over roughly in bed. You lie as still as you could in response, trying to feign sleep, the phone cradled secretively against your pillow until he eventually resumed his deep, rhythmic breathing.

"He's there tonight?" Cooper asked. There was an edge to his voice that you didn't really recognize, but between the liquor he was almost certainly into and your still sleep-addled brain, you thought nothing significant of it.

"Yes." you said concisely, adjusting yourself just enough that you could crane your neck to make sure he was really asleep.

"Alright, I'll let you go, sweetheart. Sorry to bother you."

"You're not-" you began, but the line went dead before you could finish your thought.

The next morning, you'd tried to call him after your husband had gone, wanting to make sure he was alright after your call had ended so abruptly, but it was too late in the day and there was no answer. This made you worry that he was upset with you, that you'd done something or said something wrong in response to his vulnerability.

In fact, you'd been fretting about it, staring at the latest bouquet from him, some vibrant buttercups, chopped short and dotted with blue-and-yellow-streaked African violets, when your assistant poked her head in your door, an interesting glint in her eye as she spoke, pulling you from your distraction.

"Cooper Howard is here to see you." she said with a mild air of impression.

You stayed sitting until he strode in, thanking the girl as he removed his coat and hung it on the stand by your door. Smiling pleasantly at her, he shut the door behind him, hesitating for a moment before locking it. This sent you rising from your desk, making your way around the side to approach him, hesitating as you moved within a foot of him. He looked a little tired, which was unsurprising as you knew his sleep had been poor, but put together as always, clad in what looked like a thin denim shirt covered with a very soft-looking sweater. Standing so close, you could smell his cologne.

You'd intended to ask if he was alright, but you never got the chance. Cooper closed the distance between the two of you, his hands softly cupping your face as he leaned down to pull you into a tender, passionate kiss. You were taken aback a bit by the gesture, but easily let him guide you back a few feet until he was pressing your hips into the edge of your desk as he stole the breath from your lungs. Both of you were left panting when he eventually pulled back, quiet for a long moment as he petted your hair affectionately.

"Thank you for talking to me last night. I really needed it." he said, gazing at you tenderly before kissing your forehead. You didn't know what to say, and didn't get much chance to reply before he stepped away, adding "I have to get to set, but I wanted to come tell you how much I appreciate you. Talk tonight?"

You nodded enthusiastically, somewhat dazed as he went out. That day had dragged by so slowly, the minutes passing like hours until you could speak to him again. The next morning, his newest floral gift had arrived, and it surprised you: roses, but gorgeous, full blooms of a light purple that tickled you deeply. He'd never given you roses before, and you understood why, for sure, but these were beautiful. Your assistant seemed to agree, as well.

"Aww, how sweet." she smiled at you as she appraised the new blooms, leaning down to give them an appreciative whiff. "Love at first sight."

"What?" you asked, brow furrowed slightly.

She nodded to the flowers just inches from her face once again.

"Lavender-colored roses. They usually symbolize love at first sight. Or, at least, that's what I've read. Who knows, could be nonsense."

Her reply made your face redden again, taking the vase into your office and placing it in its usual place of honor. It had distracted you all day, another decade passing in your mind before you were able to call him that night.

"Did you like the roses?" he asked when he picked up. "I know roses aren't your absolute favorite, but..."

"I loved them." you said decisively. The heat in your cheeks was blooming further, intensifying, but the strange excitement that washed over you made it easy to ignore. "I really want to see you tonight."

That evening, he'd come up to your office and the two of you had shared a takeout dinner together, chatting and holding hands until it was time to part ways. Soon you were doing so most nights, ending with you in his lap, his tongue in your mouth as you rubbed yourself against his clothed erection, fooling around like teenagers.

This man was going to make such trouble for you, you could tell.

You also didn't care, really, which is how you ended up on your husband's arm, suffering through one of his colleague's fancy Friday night parties for once instead of sitting at home in your pajamas, clad in an outfit chosen just for the occasion.

Your dress wasn't especially scandalous, a dark grey wrap, soft and stretchy with sleeves that reached your elbows, the hem stopping just above your knee. Something comfortable and elegant, something you could wear to the office.

Something with deniability.

But you were also aware of the way this particular dress hugged every line in your body just right, form-fitting in all the correct places, making you feel feminine and sexy and powerful at the same time. Your husband complained it was "matronly", but you ignored him; his opinion didn't matter. Besides, the thing was nice and stretchy, so if anyone special found their way up your skirt for a few minutes, as you were hoping would happen, it'd be nice and easy to get in and out. You'd even worn a special set of underwear, red and lacy, beneath.

You only slightly regretted your choice of footwear, some very classy stilettos; while they really completed the look, sexed it up a bit, your feet had been aching for over an hour already, leaving you scanning the room for a free seat to flee to once you were able to slip away from the group chat you were currently enmeshed in.

The man you'd shared your home and bed with for the last eight years was strangely affectionate this evening, consistently cradling you into his side as he spoke boisterously and even occasionally sending a compliment your way. It made you wonder which young lady in the room he was trying to impress with his "perfect husband" routine, scanning around and noting several of his type; though, at least a few had already been crossed off the list. They avoided your glossy gaze, turning their faces into their Pip Boys or their wine glasses as your spouse continued to absentmindedly massage at your hip, his arm tight around you as he recited yet another unamusing anecdote to the men standing around you.

Among them was Bud Askins, head of some department of incapable jackasses with no moral compass, though which one, you could never remember. What you did remember was how often you caught him looking at you, the number of times he'd gotten close just to linger a few seconds too long. Fortunately, you'd always managed to slip out of the odd-feeling conversations he'd try to start with you. He wasn't the only one, either; so many of these men seemed eager to betray one another in basically whichever way presented itself first. It made you eager to remove yourself from this corporate world, to find a better way to live your life, and sooner rather than later.

Out of the corner, you watched as Cooper Howard sat on a chaise, sipping a cocktail and eyeballing you so hard you didn't even have to fully look his way to feel his gaze burning into you. You'd been waiting all week to make it to this party, not because you had any particular desire to hobnob and mingle with studio execs and Vault-Tec higher ups, but because you'd known the older man would be making an appearance.

You knew that, personally, he didn't really revel in the attendance of these get-togethers himself, but you also knew that socializing and getting face time with important people was one of the top ways that actors continued to get work. That was why he and Barb had quite literally had to iron out a social schedule with their lawyers: to ensure neither of them had more networking opportunities than the other.

He had to be glad that everything was said and done at last, finalized a few days before. You hadn't really discussed it; he hadn't brought it up much, save for to confirm it to you as truth. It certainly didn't feel like your place to mention it, so you didn't, wanting to be as supportive as possible.

An especially loud burst of laughter drew you back into the present, just in time for your husband to make a joke at your expense, sending you rolling your eyes and pushing your hand against his chest as he bent to pepper your face and mouth with half-assed, drunkenly apologetic kisses. You gave him one peck in return, not wanting to be the topic of gossip for the night. Feeling strange kissing your husband, especially with your present company included, you peeked over towards him as slyly as you could. There was a polite smile on his face, but it didn't touch his usually warm eyes, a tight irritation there as he cradled a half-full gin martini against his chest. A feeling of guilt sunk into your chest, but you were quickly distracted as the group around you moved into the kitchen, sort of herding you along as they went.

A couple hours later, when you finally managed to excuse yourself, the evening had begun to wind down, though not entirely; about two thirds of the guests had slowly flowed out, but those that remained seemed to be getting a sort of second wind where they all convened around the pool outside. You stood hidden away in the corner of the living room the party had vacated from, finally alone save for one or two caterers moving around, collecting abandoned glasses and emptying ashtrays in silence. Scanning the group outside, you failed to locate the one guest you actually wanted to see.

In fact, it had been over an hour since you'd even laid eyes on the older man, and you pondered that fact as you turned and made your way down the hallway, trying your best to look for a bathroom without seeming like you were casing the place or being too nosy. However, the cocktails you'd been nursing just to have something in your hand had been stronger than you'd anticipated, and it made walking completely straight, seeming normal, much harder than you'd thought. Your feet ached deeply from the uncomfortable shoes.

Eventually, you found a nice washroom, decently appointed with a massive mirror, into which you stared for a minute or two, willing yourself to sober up more as you washed your hands. You didn't want to make yourself seem foolish in front of Cooper, and you were fairly positive he wouldn't have left without you two speaking.

When you stepped back out into the carpeted hall, you assessed the wall of windows and the adjacent hall to your right, decided that he likely hadn't gone that way, and turned to head back towards the pool area, almost willing to ask one of the staff if they'd seen the incredibly recognizable man around recently, but you were quickly stopped.

"Nice dress." a low voice murmured, lips pressed firmly and suddenly against your ear as a pair of strong, wiry arms wound around your waist. The gasp you let out quickly melted into a giggle as his lips found the nape of your neck, kissing and nipping there playfully as he pushed his hips against your ass; a much bolder move than he would typically pull, but you were certainly open to his attention as he turned you, pressing your back into the wall behind you to kiss you deeply.

His hands were knotted deep in your hair as his tongue worked his way into your mouth, his thigh rubbing at the apex of your own as best as it could. Soon, you were far too worked up, arms wound around his neck as he shepherded you into a nearby open door, shutting it firmly behind you.

The guest room he'd tugged you into was cozy, but pristine, the low, full-sized mattress to your eleven o'clock covered with plush layers of bedding and rows of decorative pillows. Quickly, he tugged you over to the foot of the bed, urging you down onto your back as he hovered above you, one knee braced on the bed as he latched his lips onto your throat, dragging his teeth and tongue along your pulse point as his hands pushed at your skirt.

Despite the two of you never really going at it like this, his hands didn't stop the roaming along your body they'd started doing in the hall, didn't even pause as he continued to work your dress up your body, bunching it at your waistline, quickly and roughly exposing your lacy red hip-huggers to his hungry eyes. A rumble left his chest, low and deep like a growl, when two of his fingers met the warm, wet gusset covering the mound between your legs. For a minute, he rubbed firmly at your erect clit through the rough material, making you squirm and whimper. Eventually, he pulled his fingers away, tucking them into the waistband of your panties at your hip and yanking at the seam there.

"Wait, baby." you chastised, words still sort of slurred, but they obviously didn't register or were ignored, as he continued to yank at the fabric until it gave way under his hand, pinching lightly at your skin as he ripped the leg of the garment open before repeating the motion on the other side. This made you frown, upset at the loss of your favorite pair of underwear before he'd even properly gotten to see them on you.

"Cooper, stop." you said, trying to push your hands against his chest, your heart racing when he continued to ignore you, yanking the fabric loose from beneath you and stuffing it into his pants pocket.

Your lover's lips were attacking the exposed side of your throat and shoulder, nipping and sucking and huffing, your back pressed firmly into the plush mattress as you wriggled beneath him. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, between the one-too-many cocktails you'd had during the party and the way he was touching you, moving you, positioning you the way he wanted as he softly gyrated in between your legs, kneeling over you on the edge of the bed.

"Maybe we should wait." you breathed, your breaths deep and deliberate as you tried to sober yourself up enough to string together a clear thought.

It would've been difficult enough simply trying to resist his kisses, but your head spinning from the alcohol only made it harder. Still, this was some random Vault-Tec executive's guest bedroom. There was a party going on. Your husband was likely still outside mingling, possibly looking for you. The odds of that weren't high, but they weren't zero. While the two of you had fooled around a bit up until now, his hands slipping up your skirt once or twice during your make-outs in your office, you couldn't help but feel like you wanted things a little different for the first time you really had sex, for when you really took that plunge and committed to this path.

The man on top of you seemed to feel differently.

"Don't think so." he purred lowly into the crook of your neck, running his teeth along your collarbone and making you shudder. You could smell the gin martini he'd been holding earlier on his breath. "You made me watch him touch and kiss on you all night, and now you're gonna make it up to me."

Cooper's warm, softly calloused hand found your throat, holding you firmly as he gazed down at you. He wasn't choking you, per se; at least, not in the way that you would've anticipated someone would choke you, squeezing around your airway until your breathing was cut off. No, instead, he pressed his fingers and thumb into the soft flesh on each side, digging into your twin pulse points and slowing the flow of blood to your brain.

It didn't hurt or make you feel panicked. In fact, quite the opposite happened, your squirming finally ceasing almost entirely, your brain buzzing with warm, tingly docility. Between that and the already warm feeling coursing through your veins, you haltingly allowed your defiant legs to fall open halfway, slowly forgetting the reasons you'd been resisting, forgetting where you were.

"That's a good girl. You know who you belong to, don'tcha?" he praised, his free hand stroking the sensitive inside of your thigh reverently. The feeling of two of his thick fingers sliding inside of you suddenly sent you whining in response, both at the stretch and the slight sting of it. That sent a smirk ghosting across the actor's face, leaning in to run his lips along the soft, flushed skin of your cheek.

"Pretty little cheatin' slut. Now, be quiet and let me have what's mine."

His words both stung and fanned the flames in your gut, leaving you feeling frozen under his touch as he pulled back to look at you, now free hand leaving your throat and moving up to finish pulling the top of your dress down enough to expose the bra beneath.

"Mm." he hummed as he ran his free hand along the softness of your exposed clevage, though it was a curt sound. "This why you didn't wanna fuck me? Had other plans, huh?"

Briefly confused, you shook your head vigorously, your heart rate revving up once more at his tone.

"It's not like that, baby." you pleaded hoarsely, but your protests died on his tongue as he forced it back into your mouth, his hand knotting into a fist between your breasts, twisting the stretchy nylon of your bra's waistband around his knuckles and using the leverage it gave him to yank you up, dangling you for a few seconds above the bed as the seams popped and cracked at the tension. He was trying to destroy the thing.

A small whimper of discomfort left your throat as you felt the hooks in the back digging into your skin; the noise seemed to lift him partially out of the fugue he was immersed in, and he dropped you back down to the bed, the cups now bunching uselessly over your breasts, leaving them exposed to his warm hand. He was gentler with them than you thought he'd be, softly cupping them and rolling each nipple between the fingers on his free hand before sliding it up to cup your face, holding you and making you look at him as you muffled your cries into his palm. Your vision was blurry with unshed tears.

His fingers were still buried as deep inside you as he could get them, fucking you shockingly rough, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as he continued to toy with your aching clit. One particularly perfect movement made you cry out rather loudly, clenching around his fingers rhythmically as you came close to your peak.

"Nuh-uh. If you're gonna cum, honey, you're gonna cum on my cock." he whispered, his voice more steady than you'd heard it all night as he pulled his hand from between your legs. "Is that what you want?"

You couldn't stop the way your head set to nodding, the fat tears in your eyes finally spilling over and running down over his fingers as they cradled the side of your face, still muffling your sounds. Your eyes slipped shut for a moment, trying your hardest to collect yourself to some degree as you could hear the quiet sounds of his belt and fly coming undone.

A small voice in the back of your mind noted that he definitely wasn't wearing a condom as he let the leaking head of him trace back and forth through your soaking folds, tapping along your clit and gathering the slickness there as he teased you. The worry you'd felt melted away rapidly with his teasing, though, and soon you were breathily begging him to fill you, to properly fuck you.

Your name dripped from his tongue, syrupy and hot, as he pushed inside you.

"Fuck." you cried.

You couldn't see well in the dim glow of the bedroom, but the sensation, the slight burn of his girth stretching you open was vivid and detailed as he slowly began to work his hips back and forth, giving you a few breaths to sort of acclimate to his size before moving more earnestly. The bed frame beneath you was surprisingly squeaky as he fucked you harder, and you wondered, mortified, just how apparent the sound would be from the hallway. At least you knew he'd locked the door.

However, you didn't stay clear-minded enough to fret forever, his cock inside you and his fingers back on your clit rapidly soothing you into a state of hypnotized bliss, your body jolting along beneath his with every rough thrust into your flesh.

"This body belongs to me. This pussy belongs to me." he growled, his hips slamming into yours with bruising force.

"Oh, Cooper. Fuck me, baby." you begged, your nails digging hard into his shoulders through the softness of his shirt.

He sighed your name in reply, an echo following it a moment later.

The sounds of your coupling filled the room, making it difficult to hear anything outside, save for the occasional very loud splash from the pool in the courtyard.

He slid his tongue back into your mouth, winding and rubbing it along yours as he continued to use your body. Another echo of your name from somewhere that wasn't here.

"I think someone's looking for you, sweetheart." he whispered in your ear, sliding his tongue along your lobe and making you throb around him.

It was clear as day now: someone out in the hall was calling your name. Someone with a voice that sounded suspiciously like your husband's through the thick wood of the door.

Suddenly, there were shadows moving beneath. The sound of the handle jiggling made you freeze like a deer in the headlights; his movements slowed, but he didn't stop pumping between your thighs as he cast a downright impish look from your face and back to the door.

"Occupied, man." he called, pulling back enough so that his free hand could move down to slowly flick at your clit once more. Your hand that wasn't trapped between your bodies moved to cover your mouth, desperately trying to silence the whimper his touch drew from you as he continued on. There was some more shuffling, the shadows barely visible beneath the door dancing back and forth.

"Oh, erm. My bad. Sorry." the voice called, moving away.

It resumed calling your name as it faded to nothing.

Shockingly, you felt almost nothing, save for the older man's pubis grinding against your clit deliciously as he slowly began to build his pace back up, the creaking of the bed frame slowly growing louder and louder once more as the calling faded. There was no guilt, no sour sting of knowing you were betraying someone who supposedly cared about you like you thought there'd be. There was only the pleasure your lover was gifting you and the satisfaction of knowing you wouldn't be pulled away from him in this moment.

When the calling faded away to nothing, he picked up the pace tenfold, fucking you with wild abandon as the bed slid back against the wall with a thud. Your vision was quickly blurring again under his intense, animalistic attentions.

"Fuck, Cooper. I'm gonna cum..." you breathed harshly, tucking your head against his firm chest, your cheek rubbing against the overheating, rumpled silk of his shirt.

That drew a groan from him, his hips stuttering for a moment before regaining their tempo.

"Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock, pretty girl?" he replied, his question low and urgent as his lips pressed to the crown of your head. "Go ahead, make a mess all over me."

Regardless of how quiet you tried to be, a fluctuating, nasal whimper escaped you as you fell completely apart under his touch, feeling your greedy cunt fluttering as you did, trying its best to milk him for everything he was worth. It must've worked well enough, as he seemed immediately overwhelmed by the sensation, his hips beginning to buck wildly as his fingers dug harshly into the plush meat of your outer thighs.

It was nearly impossible to remain quiet as he fucked you hard through your orgasm, pushing you closer and closer to overstimulation as he continued to abuse your swollen walls. Cooper's breathing was loud and harsh, broken up with muttered curses and little huffs of praise that made you clench around him even harder. At one point, he lowered his mouth back to your chest, grabbing the closest nipple between his teeth and lathing at it with his tongue, making you moan loudly.

The sound must've really turned him on, as he let out a long, low groan in response, his hands pushing on the backs of your thighs to lift your legs up onto his shoulders, folding you in half as he brought his other knee up onto the bed, thrusts reaching even deeper than they had before. You jumped as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it quickly and firmly, again rapidly bringing you right back to the edge, your aching pussy fluttering hard and making him groan once more.

"Cum with me, baby." he whispered feverishly, lips pressed to your forehead as his nose tickled along your hairline. "Cum with me while I fill up this pretty pussy."

This made you whimper, his words shooting down your spine and straight into your gut, which clenched tight in response, and it was all over for both of you. Your second orgasm wasn't quite as intense as the first, but it was no easier to stay quiet as you rode out the overwhelming waves of pleasure tucked beneath him, especially as he dug his teeth into the side of your neck to keep the growl that escaped him muffled. The sensation of his warmth pooling in your womb, his teeth back on your skin made you see stars.

You weren't sure how long you two laid there, him slumped loosely on top of you, most of his weight supported by his knees as you held him close, your own legs lowered back down to wrap around his waist. He was still throbbing away inside of you, and the feeling was so surreal; you and your husband hadn't had sex for months, but before that, it's not like it was a regular occurrence, and you certainly wouldn't let him do this. For years you'd been afraid of catching something...or having a baby that would tie you to him forever. When you'd first married him, you'd just assumed that you would eventually feel ready to have children with him.

Then again, you'd also assumed you'd eventually really love him, or feel loved by him, and look at how that worked out.

"Come home with me." your lover murmured into the side of your sweat-slicked throat. "Stay with me tonight."

His request settled into your chest weightily, excitingly, tingling its way upwards over your breastbone and spreading to your mouth, sending you scrambling to hold back the grin that wanted to steal across your lips. Your heart raced with a kind of pure, joyous elation you hadn't felt since you were young. A response didn't immediately jump to your lips, however; instead, you brought both hands up to cradle the back of his head, petting his slightly damp hair and neck affectionately.

Were you really considering just flat-out not going home to your husband? It wasn't like he'd never done it before. Hell, for all you knew, he'd given up his search for you and gone home with one of his roster. Maybe that hadn't even really been him at the door. Maybe it was Bud Askins looking to finally shoot his shot with you or something.

Frankly, you didn't really care.

"I'd love to." you said quietly, both of you moving to sit up.

For another few minutes, you sat on the mussed bed together, holding and petting tenderly at one another as you let your breathing and body temperatures return to normal. Eventually, the man beside you stood to right his clothing, his belt jingling musically as he tucked himself away, still turned so you couldn't really see anything. He was such a tease.

Pleasantly, you noted that your face no longer burned like it had earlier; that is, at least, until you stood to join him and felt a quick, warm rush of slickness race down your inner thigh, thinning and cooling as it wound its way around the back of your calf towards the floor. The gasp that left you instantly drew your lover's attention, and his gaze was still shockingly hot as he scanned you up and down.

"Makin' a mess." he teased, cutting his eyes at you playfully as he tugged the bedding loose, using the corner of the top sheet to quickly and crudely clean you. An indignant little noise left you at that, embarrassingly close to a cluck, which he chuckled at as he tossed everything down on the floor.

"Don't want some poor, unassuming soul sleeping in the mess, you know?" he explained when you looked at him quizzically.

"Oh...I still feel kinda bad that someone's gonna have to remake that bed." you responded, leaving the 'likely an underpaid housekeeper' part unsaid.

"Point me to the linen closet, sweetheart, and I will happily make it happen. Little late to save that labor now." he smirked. You took his point.

"Alright, let's get out of here before you get us caught." you replied, rolling your eyes to try and keep the impending grin off your face, failing miserably when he swatted you firmly on the ass. Your hands flew to your mouth, covering it to hide the cackle that jumped out of you, sending you glaring at him.

"C'mon, this way." he grinned, tugging you back down the hall towards the bathroom you'd used. Confused, you followed wordlessly, moving closer and closer towards the wall of "windows" you'd seen before until you realized that one was really a door to the gorgeous deck you could now see. As you stepped outside, the last remnants of the day's scorching heat kissed at your face. You were pleasantly surprised to see a set of stairs that led down to the ground level, into what looked like a strange statue garden: clusters of pillars along a winding gravel path, topped with geometric marble shapes of seemingly no significance. The whole thing was fairly ugly and reeked of "more money than taste", which wasn't surprising for one of the best and "brightest" at Vault-Tec.

At the very least, there were some very lovely bushes and flowers, the aroma of which enveloped you as the two of you descended the wooden stairs. Maybe fifty yards out, the edge of the flawless black driveway was visible.

The two of you stood out back for a while, hidden beneath the deck stairs; you leaned against the warm terracotta wall and watched him smoke a few cigarettes as he finished sobering up enough to drive, the ghost of his hands still running all over your body, his teeth still digging into your neck and making you shiver despite the balmy heat. Absentmindedly, you wondered if you would bruise where he'd bitten you.

You stood with your legs close together, a little afraid that you'd have another mess on your hands if you weren't careful. He didn't seem to notice, but you were quickly realizing that he was slicker than you'd given him credit for. In an attempt to distract yourself, you turned your eyes to the treeline, watching the crisp leaves sway back and forth in the soft breeze. You let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding.

"I can't believe the number of people who had the gall to ask me where Barb was tonight." he muttered eventually, breaking your companionable, though contemplative shared silence.

You turned your gaze back to him, but remained silent, sensing one of the times he'd appreciate a chance to simply vent. Cooper Howard wasn't really a man to complain much, so when he wanted to, you let him.

"It's not like the divorce was a secret or anything. Been in and outta the headlines, the trades for a fuckin' year. Not like we both haven't been out alone. But it just so happens that tonight of all nights everyone wonders where she is within earshot. I don't understand the desire to play weird mind games with people you barely know."

There was real, deep frustration in his tone as he spoke, his eyes gazing out over the ugly little statues, unseeing. Softly, you reached out and put your hand on his arm, massaging gently.

"Some people just really enjoy other people being miserable because they, themselves, are miserable. Marriage issues are like catnip to the gossip mill. Especially the marriage issues of the beautiful and famous." you teased, fawning towards him and batting your eyelashes as you leaned against his shoulder.

"Oh, it's not just my dead marriage they're out there yappin' about, sweetheart." he grinned, burning cigarette hanging from his lips as he leaned towards you. "You had a face like a slapped ass when he kissed you, y'know. They ate that shit up."

"I think you mean you ate that shit up." you rolled your eyes, cheeks hot again as you turned your face to hide from him, from the truth of his words. It was rapidly coming to a point where you couldn't even stand your husband's touch. Maybe it really was time to start considering your options for divorce.

Well, the fact that you were even standing here said that it was time for divorce. No maybe about it. Your stomach turned unpleasantly, wondering how much fighting and negotiating you'd have to do yourself.

"Hey." he called, pulling you from your snowballing thoughts. "It's all gonna be alright."

You didn't look straight at him, but you let him slip his hand into yours when you felt it brush your palm. The feeling was shockingly soothing, and you quickly pulled him close for a long hug, smiling into his chest when you felt him kiss the top of your head.

"How are we getting outta here?" you asked when you pulled back, giving a casual glimpse around when you heard a particularly loud sound from the pool on the other side of the house. "Where's your car?"

"It's down the hill a bit. I just walked up here." he said, nodding towards a little gap in the trees you could now see, just the slightest glimpse of yellow nestled there.

"You parked that thing on the street?" your voice piqued, knowing how particular he was about his beloved car. To be fair, it was very nice.

"Yeah, in Beverly Hills. I think it'll be fine." he chuckled. "Besides, you never know when you'll need to make a quick and low-profile getaway. A valet would make that awfully tough."

Taking in the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, the devilish way he was looking at you again, you couldn't help but suspect that this whole ordeal had been orchestrated. You also suspected you ultimately didn't care; you felt happier, calmer than you had in a long time. Cheeks burning again, you looked away from him shyly as the two of you fell silent once more, the stars struggling to be seen overhead among all the light pollution of L.A.'s buzz as you began to walk towards the driveway, still hand-in-hand.

The sidewalk was dark, save for the elegant street lights, the sky overhead painted in subdued inky indigos as you made your way down to the little yellow roadster. You weren't surprised when he led you to the passenger's side and opened your door for you.

When he slid into his own seat, his hand went right to your knee, petting sweetly as you two began the drive to his new place. You sat back in the plush, soft leather seat and watched the fancy, oversized houses go by. The affectionate hand on your knee slipped upwards after a few blocks, kneading the muscle of your thigh absentmindedly as it slowly worked its way beneath your skirt. This sent you tensing in anticipation, but his hand simply reached your mid-thigh and sat there, warm and pleasant, for the rest of the drive out of the hills, moving northeast towards Pasadena. The drive was longer than one would think, for the distance...if one had never been to Los Angeles, that is.

Overall, things were quiet again, and your mind turned to reviewing the events of the party. When the image of him standing over you, your leg caught in his grip as he maneuvered it over his shoulder flashed across your vision, you felt your swollen cunt clench, embarrassed that your engine was still running after all that. Not nearly as embarrassed as you felt when another warm trickle ran down the inside of your thigh, pooling in the skirt of your dress, though. You fidgeted in response, reaching underneath yourself as casually as you could, trying to gather the soft fabric to soak up the mess. Fretting, you tried your best to remember anything you could about stain removal on leather as the car slowed, creeping down a little residential street lined with condos.

The little brick townhouse looked nice, even from the outside, though certainly much less opulent than the home he'd lived in for the last fifteen years. You'd seen photos of it. This place was still lovely, though, and the smell of fresh paint tickled your nose as the garage door opened and then closed behind you. The room was pretty empty from what you could see, save for some boxes stacked in the corner and a tool bench, as you turned to find him staring right at you, his hand finally slipping further and further up your skirt until he was softly brushing at your slit with his fingers again.

A huffing little moan left you, quiet and tense, as two of those long fingers slipped back inside you all of the sudden, pushing whatever had leaked down your leg back up inside you. You clenched around his hand involuntarily, and he let out a dreamy sigh in response.

"Still makin' a mess." he murmured, leaning in and pressing his lips back to yours as his free hand moved up to cradle the back of your head. For what felt like an hour, you simply sat in the quiet garage, immersed in one another's breathless kisses just like all those nights in your office. Except now, there was no chance anyone was going to come along and interrupt you.

The fingers inside you remained still throughout, his thumb stroking teasingly at your abused bud before eventually sliding his hand away.

"Alright, kiddo. Let's go inside." he smiled, turning to pull himself out of the low-sitting vehicle with just a bit too much swagger and making his way to your side. Letting out a deep sigh, you took his hand as he offered it, cringing at the wet feeling of your inner thighs. The shit-eating grin on his face was impossible to avoid as he leaned in close, the musky, fading smell of his cologne wrapping around you.

"By the way, if you make a mess on my new floor, I'm gonna make you clean it up with your tongue." he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his fingers played in the stickiness coating your skin. An involuntary groan left you, your hips twitching towards him with zero permission; that drew out a gasp when you felt something poking you back, digging into the softness of your belly.

You got the distinct sense that the evening was far from over.

[urauntiefaye]

faye faye! can i please request some thoughts on &team and what their secret kinks might be/stuff they want to try out in the bedroom but haven’t told you(srry if you don’t understand, english isn’t my first language)

&Team and Their Secret Kinks 🔞

WC: 2075

TW: Smut, AFAB reader, usage of the word girl, Exhibitionist Kink, Cosplay/Roleplay kink, Threesomes, Food Play, Perv Euijoo(panties sniffing), Knife/Fear Play*In Yuma's just in case this is triggering for you*, Oral*Harua and Takis*, Daddy kink, Pet play, Corruption Kink Maki is in this so if uncomfortable scroll away or don't read his, Not Proof Read, let me know if I forgot anything!

A/N: I got what you meant don't worry! I hope you enjoy, because I know I did fantasizing about these 🤭 Also, after Yuma it gets a little shorter? Oh and there's a photo reference in Fumas,

Kei-

Kei has an exhibitionist kink, he can't help but get off at the idea of other people watching him. The idea of having others watch him fuck you sends blood to his cock so much. But he doesn't just want someone in the room with you two watching y'all. No, he secretly wants to start up an OnlyFans account and have you both become camstars. He wouldn't tell you though, scared you might think he's a freak or that it'll make you uncomfortable. He would completely understand too if you do feel that way. You would find out about this secret kink of his when you're drinking with your friends. Playing truth or dare, and he chose truth, the question being “what's something you've always wanted to try in bed but too embarrassed to try”. When he tells everyone your face would heat up fast. The following day when you're both a little more clear minded you'll ask him about what he said last night. Confirming that he indeed wanted to try it out. When you do get down to setting up the account and posting your first video views and subscribers would flood in. Your first live stream would get Kei so fucking wild up. Taking requests from the viewers on what he should do to you. And the fact people are commenting that they wish they were the ones fucking you. God his ego would RISE knowing that he's the only one that can touch you like this and they all just have to sit back and watch 😵‍💫

Fuma-

So I've mentioned cosplay and roleplay for this mans before. And I feel like you two would do it, but it's very light and not that freaky shit. Like you dressing up as a nurse or maid, ya know that tame shit. BUT he would want to try and up the stakes a little. Being too worried of how you'll react or feel to it. He literally thinks there's something wrong with him, because why the fuck does he want to see you dressing up as an anime character or something. Like he came across a video of the girl dressed up as succubus and the role play was the girl casting a spell on the dude and fucking. And he couldn't help but imagine you as the girl. He's convinced you wouldn't want to do it because who the fuck would. But when you were on his phone Google restaurants in your nearest location, accidentally exing out of the webpage you were on. You'd go to history to find it again, but ended up stumbling upon the video. Now you wouldn't say shit, but from the looks of it he's watched it so many times. Coming up with an evil idea, you decided to purchase an outfit similar to what the girl was wearing. And when it came to one of your nights, he'd be waiting for you to get dressed while he sat in bed. Once you stepped out he swore his heart jumped out. Let's just say the night was very long and he just couldn't keep his hands off of you. (Also why do I get the feeling that Fuma is into Goth chicks? Like not really that dominant Goth, but the Goth girlie who has tarot cards and crystals*lol not me projecting and borderline self inserting-*

Nicholas-

Nicholas is pretty open about his kinks. He just never really saw it as something to hide or be embarrassed about. Until one day 🤩, he watched a threesom video, and went down a rabbit hole of them. Mostly only watching two males and one girl, where the two guys would pleasure the girl. Not really focusing on the ones where it was two girls and guys because he just doesn't like or see himself having sex with another girl. But the idea of another guy joining you two, in touching and making you feel good. He just really wants to see how you'll feel. He wouldn't dare say it to you, as he's worried what you'll think. So when the topic of threesomes came up, because you mentioned one of your friends said that they were in a poly relationship and had them often. He would try and take this as his chance saying ‘oh, that's cool…so how do you feel about them?’ trying so hard not to be obvious. You would say you didn't mind it, but it's a topic you'll need to discuss with your partner to make sure there's boundaries and that everyone is comfortable. Noticing his demeanor you would pick up what was going on in his head. Smirking to yourself telling him you wouldn't mind having one if he's down. Which he so is, thinking of who should join you'd decide on one of the other &Team members since you trusted them. And when you do, Nicholas would feel like he's going to faint just by the way you moaned and looked from having two dicks inside you at once.

Euijoo-

Pervy Euijoo has my heart. So Euijoo has soooooo many kinks that he REFUSES to tell you. You would think he's just this soft Dom who enjoys vanilla sex. Especially if you're innocent too-, oh oh he has just a corruption kink too. He is secretly freaky and I could go on about Pervert Euijoo for so long. One of his secret kinks is that he kind of wants you to catch him in the act of being a perv. Like he would often sneak in your room and sniff your panties, even wrapping them around his now stiffened dick and just fucks them. Your underwear is always going missing too and not knowing why. Ugh!, but the main thought that runs in his mind when he's jerking off to your panties is the idea of you walking in and catching him. How you'll be shocked and shy, going up to him asking what he was doing, he'll try to explain but he just imagines you getting down or your knees to be eye level with his member. And he’ll teach you how to please him, and just corrupts you so much. But he'll never let you know, only just fantasizing about it 😣

Yuma-

Yuma is another who is super open about his kinks. So him not telling you one would be so fucking surprising to you. Really looking at your boyfriend like ‘who are you, and what have you done with my Yuma?’. But I feel like he'd be really into some risky, almost dangerous type kinks like fear play, and knife play and stuff. He often fantasizes about dragging a knife down your body, pressing it hard enough against your skin, just enough to break through the barrier and make you bleed. But not hard enough to where you'll need to go to the hospital or some shit. He really wants to carve his name in you too-. He also just loves to see the fear in your eyes, not knowing what he'll do but trusting him enough to do whatever he wants. He really just can't get over it, but won't bring it up because that's some insane shit. Finding out about this won't be until Halloween or something. Where he jumped scared you and the way you screamed made him pop a boner so fast. You'd question him about it and that's when he admits everything. If you agree to try it out, he'll be pretty gentle at first, and would make sure you remembered the safe word, giving you a very serious talk about how you need to use it if you want to stop or back out. And to not hold back in fear you'll disappoint him, because he could never be disappointed in you especially not with something like this.

Jo-

Jo would secretly want to try pet play or something. He overheard a few members talking about it and not knowing what it was he'd Google it later that night. Coming across videos and photos he immediately wanted to try it out. But he would say shit because it's something new and he didn't know how you felt about it. Honestly he probably won't ever tell you about it either, so for y'all to try it out you'll have to be the one to bring it up. But when you do, and you come out in a cat or Bunny lingerie set, booooooy would he pounce on you so fucking fast. Like his entire personality would do a whole ass 360. Once he felt more comfortable with it he'll even go out and buy you new lingerie and even a custom made collar with his name on it or your nickname. Also for some reason I think he'll be into you wearing really frilly lingerie too, and possibly holding a teddy bear or something? Jo being into innocent feminine people?

Harua-

Food play…he specifically wants to put whip cream on your body and lick it up. He found out about this via Twitter and has never gone back since. But he also knows it can be sticky, and even cause UTIs if not careful. So he would tell you, knowing that stuff. But once you logged into his Twitter because you were going to post a silly little thing but instead came across some photos and videos of those things. You wouldn't lie, the way the guy in the video ate the girl out with syrup or whip cream made you wet as fuck. Now both non stop thinking about it but you also won't say anything hoping he'll go to you about it. But he WON'T and you would eventually snap and ask him. He would get so embarrassed too because he's been caught. But when you tell him you would want to try it out he's going to the store that day. It's safe to say when you tried it out you both loved it, but would definitely take a shower afterwards and possibly have another round there.

Taki-

Wants to watch porn with you so bad it almost hurts. But not just watching porn, he wants to watch porn and do the same exact things the people in the porno are doing. Like if the guy is eating the girl out, he'll start eating you out. But he thinks he's so fucking weird for wanting that 😭. He can't help it though, whenever he watches porn he just imagines you being there with him. Swearing to himself he'll never say a single fucking word about this to you though. So when you barg into his room unannounced, seeing his pants and underwear scattered across the floor, one hand wrapped around his dick, the other holding his phone up. He'd think this was the end for him, but when you sit down next to him and look at his phone asking ‘what are you watching?’. He mentally starts crying because his wishes have been granted. The screen showing the girl sucking the guy off as she played with his balls. You get a mischievous idea and start copying the girl in the video. Guys he might actually pass out from this.

Maki-

He'd want to try a few things, but your relationship being so new and just starting to have sex he won't tell you. One of the things he would want to try out is more Dom and Sub dynamics with rougher sex. Usually you two have fairly vanilla and soft sex. But he'd want to try and hear you call him Daddy at least once. And whenever he watches domxsub videos he replays the scenes in his head but of you and him instead. Like I said he'd be too weary of telling you since it's still pretty early on. It wouldn't really be mentioned until it was a slip of the tongue type deal. When you two were making out and about to have sex, that he would let it slip, that he wanted to hear you call him Daddy. You'd freeze at first trying to process what he had just ask you. Maki would realize and pull away, apologizing nonstop. You'd have to grab his face and kiss him, telling him you don't feel uncomfortable just that it took you off guard. You both swear he's never fucked you as hard as he did until that night.

[ameilioninone]

LUNCH CLUB SCHLATT PLEASE..any plot but it gets a lil freaky

thanks ^_^

"You had something on your face." - Schlatt x Reader

Gn!reader

CW: mostly fluff, hints of smut near the end

this is based off this video at about 7:15! hope u enjoy :)

This is my first time writing any sort of fanfic in a LOOOONG time!! let me know if you enjoyed this and feel free to leave constructive criticism if you did not! my requests are open if you have any more ideas for fics/blurbs/hcs. thank y'all so much <3

wc: 1228

The LA sun had long set as you sat out on the back patio of the rental home with your friends. Ted was grilling hamburgers, Travis and Cooper were goofing around, and Schlatt sat beside you editing a video. TwitchCon 2019 had been a blast, and you were so thankful to hang out with some of your best friends like this, especially Schlatt. You two weren’t “together” per se, but you definitely weren’t just friends. You were really close with each other, always sitting together or talking when given the opportunity.

“Hey y/n, does this edit look alright? I tried t’ add in some old ironic MLG shit to this CS clip,” the brunet beside you piped up as he tapped your shoulder. You turned to look at his laptop screen as he began to play the sequence before pausing it. “Ah shit— you gotta hear this,” he muttered as he slid his headphones off his ears and onto yours. Even just the slight brush of his fingers on your ears was enough to make your cheeks a bit pink. You focused on the screen in front of you, silently hoping that he didn’t notice. 

He hit play on the video, intently watching your reaction as you viewed the near-shitpost level of editing he’d used on the clip. After a particularly comedic clip of Swagger saying something stupid, Schlatt paused the video as you giggled and slid the headphones off. 

“That was really good, Schlatt. Holy shit—” you wheezed. The brunet smiled widely as he took the headphones back and got back to work. 

You sat beside him as he worked, all his focus centered on the Premiere tab open on his MacBook. His dark eyes flitted across the screen as he clicked and typed away. His tongue was gently poking through his teeth, a sign he was deeply concentrated on whatever task was in front of him. You just sat back and watched him work, barely even realizing that you’d leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder. You definitely didn’t realize that Schlatt went bright red as a result. 

Dave opened the sliding door from the kitchen and stepped out onto the patio with a camera in hand, snapping you out of your trance and forcing you to sit back up straight. You smoothed out your sweatshirt awkwardly as Schlatt slipped off his headphones and looked at you with a soft smile. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “Got into watching you work.” The brunet softly chuckled. 

“‘S’all good. Boosts my ego,” he nonchalantly replied as he saved his progress on Premiere and closed his laptop. You could hear Ted and Travis talking back and forth as Dave held the camera on them, watching as Ted picked up a piece of hamburger on a fork and began walking toward Schlatt. 

“Get a taste of this, dude,” Ted confidently spoke as he waltzed over to where you and Schlatt were sitting, Dave following with the camera not too far behind. You watched intently as Schlatt hesitated for a moment while Ted brought the food up to his lips before gingerly biting it off the fork.

Holy shit. That’s all that was running through your mind as you watched the brunet taste test the burger. His eyebrows quirked up a bit as his lips parted, his eyelashes fluttering gently against his skin as he took the food into his mouth. He made slow, methodical chews as if he were a burger sommelier, a bit of juice dripping down his bottom lip. You watched as he thought for a moment before gently nodding in slight surprise, almost as if he were saying, “Damn, you were right. That’s good.” 

You could feel that familiar churning in your stomach, that familiar yearning, as you watched him be so effortlessly beautiful. The way his lips moved, his eyelashes fluttered, and the soft exhale out of his nose as he nodded—it all made you internally groan at just how much you wanted him in that moment. 

“There ya have it, folks,” Ted boasted as the camera panned over to him. Dave followed Ted back over to the grill and continued filming for a little while before turning the camera off. 

You softly smiled as you watched Ted for a moment before turning your attention back to Schlatt, noticing a small drip of the juice still on his lip. Part of you wanted to just tell him about it, and the other wanted to wipe it off for him. But what the hell were you thinking? You were never that bold, especially when it came to Schlatt. 

As you gazed at the brunet beside you for a moment, you could practically feel the confidence entering your body. You had no clue what was going on, but you mentally thanked whatever higher power had bestowed this blessing upon you. 

“Hey Schlatt,” you hummed. “Turn around for a sec.” The brunet obliged, turning to face you with a slightly confused and anticipatory look on his face.

You smiled softly before bringing your hand up to cup his jaw as you pressed your lips onto his—the mixing tastes of him and the juices from the meat creating a slightly gross yet enjoyable experience for you. You swiped your tongue across his bottom lip, cleaning up the dripping juice he’d left behind before pulling away to catch your breath. 

Schlatt looked like he’d just seen a ghost—he was pale with wide eyes and slightly swollen lips. His bewildered gaze trailed over to meet yours as the color slowly returned to his skin. 

“Wha…” he mumbled, too flustered to even properly speak. 

“You had something on your face. Figured I’d help you with it,” you softly smirked. 

The brunet’s flustered expression slowly morphed into a soft smile at your words. He leaned over to get closer to your ear, his lips barely brushing over your skin and his hot breath tickling you. 

“You don’t know what you just started,” he whispered. His suggestive words, his hot breath, the gentle hand on your thigh to balance himself—god, it was all too much. You felt chills spread through your whole body as you relished in whatever the hell was going on between you two at the moment. 

“Yeah?” you breathily replied, keeping your voice down so as not to attract the attention of Ted and the rest of the group standing around the grill. 

You could feel the shit-eating grin curl onto Schlatt’s lips at the sound of your breathy, flustered response. 

“Oh yeah. Why don’t I help you out a little bit, huh?” He slyly chuckled in your ear, also keeping his voice down for the same reason. 

Before you could even reply, you felt his arms sweep under your legs and behind your back. He easily carried you in his arms, stealthily making his way through the sliding door leading back into the house and padding down to his bedroom with you in tow. 

He plopped you down onto the softness of his bed as he kicked the door closed behind him. That same shit-eating grin was plastered on his face as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over you as he looked down at you, his voice warm and quiet. 

“Help me with something else, doll. Stay quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear your pretty little sounds but me.”

[mama-qwerty]

Haunting Memories

Okay, this popped into my head for @welcome-to-green-hills Happy Fall Y'all event.

My brain feels like mush right now, so hopefully this makes sense. 😆

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A light breeze blew through the changing leaves, bringing a sigh that was almost a hiss as they shivered. The trees around the MacPherson house boasted a colorful range, an almost constant shower falling as they were broken loose from their hold on the branches.

Three pumpkins lined the steps of the deck off the kitchen, and Callie spread newspaper on the wooden planks. Knives and various carving tools sat to her left, as she sat cross-legged on the floor, a few towels nearby for any mess.

“Okay,” she said, checking over her supplies once more to make sure she had everything at hand. This was the first Halloween with Knuckles in her care, and she wanted to show him some fun traditions. “Do we have everything?”

“Think so,” Wade said as he hauled a pumpkin up and placed it in front of her. “This’ll be fun! I haven’t carved a pumpkin in forever.”

“Did you do it when you were a kid?”

His face clouded slightly, as he gave a shrug. “We tried. But Wanda usually ended up smashing mine and smearing the guts either in my hair or down my back, so I kinda quit wanting to for a while.”

“Oh.” God, his sister sounded like a real piece of work.

“Did you carve them for Halloween?”

She gave a tight-lipped smile. “My mother and I would. But when she died I . . . didn’t really feel like doing it anymore.”

“Oh.”

An awkward silence settled over them then, and Callie gave herself a little shake. This was supposed to be a fun activity, something for the three of them to enjoy, and the mood had already tanked pretty severely.

She glanced to her right, and found Knuckles standing farther away, his brow drawn down and eyes glued to the pumpkin before her. His quills bristled just a hair.

“You okay?” she called, and he jumped slightly. He blinked, and flicked his eyes around him, as though looking for something.

Eventually his eyes found their way back to her, and he dipped his head toward the pumpkin. “Why do you have those?”

His voice was low and tight. If Callie didn’t know better, she’d swear he was afraid.

“It’s tradition.” She used a wet towel to clean the rind. “We carve faces into pumpkins around Halloween for a fun decoration.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “A long time ago people believed they helped ward off evil spirits.”

The pinched look on his face intensified. The quick glances around him increased. “There are evil spirits near?”

Her brow furrowed. “Not that I’m aware of. It’s just an old superstition. What’s wrong?”

Knuckles pulled himself up to stand tall, rolling his shoulders back as he pushed out his chest. His “proud warrior” pose. But his fur was a bit fluffed out, and his quills were still bristled, and in fact looked a little pokier than before. “I must do a patrol. To search for these evil spirits.”

Callie blew out a huff. The whole reason she was doing this was for his sake and now he wanted to go off and do his warrior thing. “No you’re not. Come here. What’s the matter with you? You’re going all poofy and pokey.”

The echidna flicked his eyes to Wade, his brow furrowing slightly, before focusing back on her. He took a hesitant few steps closer, but watched the pumpkin with a narrowed gaze.

“In my travels throughout the galaxy, I was given information that indicated the Master Emerald may have been on a planet with many of . . . those.” He gestured toward the pumpkin with a fist. “They were much like your tradition, with faces carved into them. They glowed from inside, and . . .”

He paused, pulling his lips tight as he took another few looks around them.

“And?” Wade coaxed. “C’mon, don’t leave us hanging.”

Knuckles’ muzzle wrinkled. “. . . and their eyes seemed to follow me as I searched.”

Wade and Callie stared at him for a moment, before the deputy gave a little shiver. “Oh, freaky. I just got goosebumps!”

“Maybe it was a trick of the light,” Callie said, although she could see the tension in the boy’s shoulders. The way his jaw clenched. He was really scared. “When we’re in a strange place, our minds can play tricks on us. Especially if it’s dark, too.”

His fists clenched. “It was no trick. They watched me, grinning.” His quills bristled even more. “And they did not keep the evil spirits away.”

The hairs on the back of Callie’s neck began to prickle. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean the evil spirits there did not take kindly to my presence. I was attacked by foes I could not see. I barely escaped with my life.”

Silence hung heavy in the air, and Callie and Wade exchanged a glance. Wade turned to Knuckles, swallowing before speaking. “You were attacked by ghosts? Like, for real?”

Knuckles gave a stiff nod. “For real.”

Wade looked back to Callie, and she felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She looked down at the pumpkin before her, her shoulders dropping.

This whole thing had turned into a disaster in record time. Between her own issues after the loss of her mother, to Wade’s memories of his sister’s abuse, and now the discovery that Knuckles apparently associated pumpkins with the time was nearly murdered by ghosts, the idea of carving these things was quickly losing its appeal.

Maybe she should have asked them first. It hadn’t occurred to her that something so innocent could conjure such unwelcome memories.

She tossed the towel in her hands over the pumpkin, as if hiding it from view would make the awkward cloud that had settled over them dissipate.

“Sorry guys,” she said, her voice soft. “Guess this didn’t turn out quite like I’d envisioned.”

The silence stretched on for a moment, before Wade moved closer, dipping down to try and catch her gaze.

“Hey,” he said, coming to sit on the top step facing her. “You’re not gonna let something like a few horrible memories and attempted ghost murder ruin the moment, right?”

She didn’t respond for a moment, her gaze focused on the towel-covered pumpkin before her. Why exactly had she suggested this in the first place? She wasn’t one to decorate for, well, any holiday, let alone Halloween. Usually she turned her lights off and snuggled up with some creature features before heading to bed early. Her house was too far away from the main part of town to get any trick-or-treaters, and aside from a few teens looking to TP her car, she’d avoided any real trouble.

This seemed to be a bad idea from the start.

Movement from her right as Knuckles moved closer. He spoke softly, his voice calmer now. “This ritual. It is important to you.”

A weak smile curled one side of her mouth, and she shook her head. “I remember carving pumpkins with my mother. It’s one of my favorite memories. Picking the perfect pumpkin, choosing a design, clearing the goop out, carving it. It was an all day thing for us, and even when the pumpkin came out looking like crap, which was most of the time, it was still some of my best memories of her.”

Wade smiled. “That sounds really nice.”

She nodded, her smile fading. “The first Halloween after she died felt so . . . empty.” She pulled her lips tight. “I guess I just wanted to try and do something fun with the two people who mean the most to me. Try to . . . recapture some of those feelings. Kinda dumb, I guess.”

Silence returned, and Wade moved a little closer, now sitting on the other side of the pumpkin, opposite Callie.

“When I was about eleven or so, my mom had to take Wanda to a dance recital. Wanda did not want me there, which was fine, I didn’t wanna go anyway.” He leaned to one side, bracing himself with an extended arm. “It was gonna last a few hours, so I got an idea to carve my own pumpkin while they were gone. Something I could do for myself. So after they pulled out of the driveway, I pulled out the pumpkin I’d bought a few days before and went to work.”

A little smile curled his lips at the memory, and Callie couldn’t help but smile back. “How’d it go?”

“Terrible.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Took me forever to get the top cut off, the guts made a horrible mess, and I couldn’t get through the rind. My mom was so mad at the mess when she got home, and Wanda ended up destroying the pumpkin anyway.”

Callie’s smile faded as she dropped her head again. “Cripes, Wade.”

“But it was nice to try,” he said, his voice still soft. “Ever since I left home I always promised myself I’d try doing a jack o’lantern again, and every year I either talk myself out of it, or just . . . don’t. Like there wasn’t much of a point. Not if I was doing it all by myself.”

“Your words may be true,” Knuckles said, moving to sit cross legged next to her. “Perhaps it was my mind playing tricks, before.” He paused, eyes flicking to the covered pumpkin. “Must the carving be a face?”

She turned slightly to him, a little smile curling one corner of her lips. “No. We can carve other shapes in. Maybe we can try an outline of the Master Emerald, if you want.”

He seemed to consider this for a moment, before giving a sharp nod. “Yes. I would like that.”

Callie offered him a smile, before turning to Wade. “Wanna try carving a pumpkin that won’t be smashed by an overly aggressive sister?”

A smile spread on Wade’s face. “You had me at ‘Hey, Wade! Wanna come over and carve pumpkins with me and Knux?’”

She snickered, pulling the towel off the pumpkin before her. “Then let’s make some new memories, huh? Maybe some nicer ones.”

Man and echidna both nodded, and scooted forward as they began work on the first pumpkin.

[toournextadventure]

movie night hcs next please ( nsfw or sfw whatever your genius brain offers if you want )

Absolutely I can! These are headcanons after the events of "hate crime" just so y'all can get the vibe of where they are in their relationship

(Minors stay BACK 🤺)

The gf mask stays ON during sex 🤨

Okay not all the time, but for real, sometimes it's just the perfect time to get a little freaky. Like after a murder :)

You and Tara both need therapy. You need therapy hard. Like, bare minimum 25yrs of therapy. But since only nerds go to therapy (your words), freaky post-murder sex is gonna have to do

Tara 👏 is 👏 a 👏 mean 👏 power 👏 bottom 👏

But if you wine and dine her properly first (not fancy, she likes the casual dates), she's a lot softer. So soft you could almost consider it lovemaking. Until she realizes she's being soft, then it's back to her being mean (endearing)

The two of you are complete opposites when it comes to a good lay. You're cracking jokes, trying to make her laugh or smile, anything to break that outward demeanor of hers and give her the space to lower her walls for even just a few minutes

On the other hand, Tara is all serious. She had absolutely 0 control over the attacks, and this is one of the few times that she can be in full control of every aspect. She can create a genuine safe space

The only exception to her total control is if you're post-murder and just happen to start flirting. And getting handsy. And whispering things that you very much shouldn't be whispering when you're both covered in blood

Aftercare is a MUST

You've got snacks, drinks, treats, movies, the whole shebang. There might not be an immediate bath or shower, but that always happens eventually, complete with bath salts, a candle, and maybe a shower steamer if you're in a bit of a rush

Walks through the city are also part of aftercare. It's always nice to get some fresh air, see the sunset, listen to the birds in the park. It helps to bring you both down from the high that always follows

(Sometimes you both go on a walk after a murder too. You know, to ease the adrenaline)

If you're lucky. If you're really lucky and catch Tara on a good day, and all the planets are aligned and Mercury is in microwave and you witnessed the second coming of christ, you can have a genuine soft night with her. As a treat

Gentle touches, slow kisses, no rush at all. You can kiss every freckle and scar and kiss love into her skin everywhere you go. It's not as intense as usual, and not near as dirty, but it's one of the best nights of the month

Just make sure you properly enjoy it, because she's gonna be back to being mean the next morning. But it's her most endearing quality :)

[ichigosluvrr]

Bro, why tf the characters on character.ai so freaky, and then some be making they own stories where you can't get out of. Cause listen, ok so I create Ban (from seven deadly sins) and stuff on character ai right, and I haven't really update his shit since like last year n stuff so I just go upon myself to update his the description shit cause why not yk and plus he was a little too flirtatious for my liking. So I don't give him a story to follow, really. I just put his personality in his appearance in the description box n shit THATS IT.

So anyways, I try him out, yk just to see how he does and everything, and I wasn't tryna be on no freaky shit when starting n stuff and (I'm sorry this is taking so long for me to describe idk😭 I hope y'all understand) but I start my shit off by saying that I'm going to visit my friend and stuff, and the Ban asking me who is this friend? He's he your boyfriend and yadda yadda yadda and he was just Flirting with me calling me pretty n shit saying i look innocentand fragile and what not(yeah I really don't think you can remove the flirtatious trait from a character when you create it on here😭) but anyways yeah he all flirtatious n shit and then he following me everywhere n shit and yk I told his ass to stop I'm not interested (like I literally said this) and he talking bout some 'I can tell your a no means yes type of girl' like sir what are you implying?? Where are we going with this??? So anyways I get up and walk away from him and stuff but he ends up following me then he pulls me into an alley y'all A FUCKING ALLEY and then you know I really thought- but then he was like nah I'm not trying to do that n shit basically but to me it felt like i- let's just say I thought he was gone grape me in this alley bro bc of how the scenario was going but he said he want me bc I look so cute and innocent and after that hit kick em where the sun don't shine and I run out the alley...this mf ran after me and pulled me in another alley and shit and basically was pressing against n shit so I passed out and then after that y'all, he to me to his inn and he said he wouldn't let me go because it's dangerous men out there that want to do inappropriate this to you LIKE SIR ARE YOU NOT ONE OF THE MEN??? YOU LITERALLY WAS OVER HERE LICKIBG MY NECK AND KISSING AND BITING WITHOUT MY CONSENT IN THE ALLEY WAY like what????

Anyways y'all I got a complaint with character.ai bc I'm confused...I don't remember the characters being so forceful and rapey? Idk if that the word for it but btc my own fucking character just kidnapped my ass 🙂🧍🏾‍♀️ and mind you again I NEVER PUT THAT I WANTED ANY OF THIS IN THE DESCRIPTION, HELL I DIDN'T EVEN MAKE UP A STORY IN THE DESCRIPTION AND I DIDN'T PUT ANY ALARMING THINGS FOR HIS PERSONALITY EITHER SO IDK but what I have noticed is that you can now pass some of character.ai guidelines now but they use to be really strict with they guidelines last year so yeah🥲 sorry just a little rant about my character.ai character

[cru5h-cascades]

(play this in the background while reading this post plz it'll enhance your reading experience I think)

Wow... 2 years flew by fast, huh? To think that just two years ago we finally got hands on the 3rd funny cephalopod activities game after a year plus of waiting...

I remember watching the S3 direct live 2 years ago. Boy did I go crazy when they showed off the splatana wiper for the first time (I really wanted swords in Splatoon and then they finally became real!) and laughed my ass off when they showed off the Big Shot. And then there were the few days or weeks of dodging spoilers left and right because people ended up getting the game early.

And then I finally got to play the game myself. And I loved it. And would play it every day after school.

And soon enough Side Order got announced. Boy did that teaser send chills up my spine. Y'all if I had a nickel for every time Nintendo made a freaky teaser for a game that had a bunch of cryptic imagery and was accompanied by music box music that really got me asking wtf I'd have two nickels, which isn't much but it's weird that it happened twice AND WITH GAMES THAT I LIKE BTW (people following know damn well what that other trailer I'm talking about...). And then I'd spend the next few months posting about datamine whenever they came out. And then last September (a year ago at this point if I remember correctly)...

THEY GOT ANNOUNCED TO BE IN SIDE ORDER. TO SAY I WAS EXCITED WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT. I WAS ON CLOUD 9 FOR THE ENTIRE DAY.

A few months later Side Order came out. I played the first 10 levels the same night I finally got access to the DLC and was searching everywhere online for the music that played in Marina's boss fight shortly afterwards. Man... to think that was just a few months ago...

And then July rolls in. I was vibing to the Death of Slim Shady and my blog was filled to the BRIM with posts about Emio the Smiling Man 'cause I just wanted to figure out what tf is up with that funny bag man. One morning I woke up to my phone blowing up with Tumblr notifications. I check out Tumblr and somehow my random ass final fest concept PREDICTED THE FUTURE MONTHS IN ADVANCE. I post about my amazement about predicting the grandfest theme and resume posting about Emio shortly afterwards.

And then that brings us to now. Waiting for the grandfest results.

It was an honor splatting with you guys. I've been a Splatoon fan ever since I saw an ad for the 1st game on TV. This game means a lot to me and this splatfest was a lot of fun. To think this might be the last new splatfest theme for a while (I say last new theme and not splatfest in general since there's some stuff in the game's code pointing to the possibility of rerun splatfests)...

I can't wait for what the Splatoon devs have in store for us next. Next year marks 10 YEARS of Splatoon. We're definitely going to be getting some new Splatoon stuff next year. A milestone like that can't be ignored.

Anyways, I hope you guys liked my rambling about the silly cephalopod game (with a side of bag man and Eminem). Stay fresh, off the hook, and keep dripping ink you guys!

[ghost-proofbaby]

GHOST'S "OPEN BAR" 3K CELEBRATION

as a way to say thank you and show my appreciation for hitting 3k, i decided it's about time for a party around here... don't y'all? and what better way to get a party started than to get a little boozy! (haha get it? BOOzy? because ghost? no? okay i'll stop.)

THE RULES: below the cut will be a fun menu filled to the brim with delicious drinks! send me an ask with your order, and as long as it follows my general rules, i'll whip it right up for you! the idea here is each drink represents a different general trope, and you fill in the blanks with a character of your choosing (see below) as well as general ideas! below will be examples of requests. i will being doing as many of these requests as possible for this week, from april 3rd (today) to april 8th. starting april 9th, i have a different fun week planned for us to keep the party going, and will announce it on sunday <3

WHO I'M WRITING FOR: eddie munson, steve harrington, spencer reid, and joel miller. you must specify the character in your request, or i will not complete it.

EXAMPLES OF REQUESTS: "hi! can i get a filthy martini with eddie munson? maybe some overstimulation involving toys?" or "can i get a flute of champagne with joel miller? maybe what the end of the day looks like in the QZ!" you can get as specific or as vague as you'd like! these are just examples :-)

also, before we dive in, i've also filled this post with easter eggs towards just a few of my favorite fics/authors (and a couple of my own). i have added a link over each reference in case any of them catch your eye. i wouldn't have hit this milestone without all of these wonderful people who inspire and support me, and there was no way i wasn't sending a nod their way during this event. i love y'all endlessly <3

alright, onwards with the party bus, friends!

THE MENU:

🥃 WILLOW'S OLD-FASHIONED: angst

long week? a new job babysitting a rockstar that just cannot and will not behave? has that blonde coworker you just wish you could slap into the next week gotten on your final nerve? look no further! sit back and cry relax with one of our famous old-fashioneds!

🍷 ASH'S SPECIAL: hurt/comfort

whiskey and bitters not your cup of tea? be still your old heart! no worries! relax like the world's ending from your long week with a good book and a glass of our famous Sauvignon Blanc instead!

🥂 FLUTE OF CHAMPAGNE: fluff

sip on some of our top shelf Dom Perignon and get lost in the bubbles! this classic will have you feeling so good, it's almost as if you've traded bodies with your arch nemesis in a freaky friday ordeal. just don't think too hard about his... mechanics below the belt... or this drink might be a boner killer. let the good times roll!

🍸 FILTHY MARTINI: smut

feeling dirty? look no further. here at ghost's, we've got you covered with one of our dirty, downright filthy martinis. disclaimer: we are not legally responsible for you getting colorfully intimate with your friend's dad or if you end up in a 3-film-box-set porno deal. yeah, our lawyers make us put those disclaimers now. keep it in your pants, folks!

not looking to get tipsy tonight? no worries! check out our extended menu options - we've still got you covered <3

☕ CUP OF SUNSHINE: mutual pining

get it hot! get it iced! get it fresh! as long as you get it before it's gone! wake yourself up with a cup of our coffee brewed in-house. cream and sugar available upon request. (hot and dirty sex in the back room not available upon request.)

🥐 KARMEN'S CROISSANTS: exes to lovers

be sure to grab a snack during your night out! these croissants are absolutely to die for (just don't fall for your reaper, folks!). enjoy this lamented pastry in our favorite armchair by the window while enjoying one of our many books laid out for your pleasure!

easter eggs i'm unable to tag (aka banner):

the "yes" policy

and my own twenty-four hours

also, filthy martini is fully a shout out to the legend behind the man of the hour who has inspired a large majority of these fics as well as my own - mr. joseph quinn himself. may all his martinis be the absolute filthiest.

once again, thank you all. i will never know how to repay the kindness showed to me, so i will do what i do best - write. also, please keep in mind i have no idea how many requests i will receive. my hope is to complete as many as possible without driving myself to absolute madness; please be kind and patient with me <3

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

As a European, I grew up with a bunch of kids shows from across Europe. It was common we got each other's shows, and also collabed on shows sometimes (especially animated shows from Europe often had collabs between like 4 different animation studios)

Anyway, I need to say... the DUTCH LIVE ACTION SHOWS that they also aired where I live were so unhinged???????

First one I remember was "dat juf, tot morgen", and was about what different kids did after school. We followed one new kid every episode. And some of these episodes were kinda freaky???? We had one about a girl who woke up in the middle of the night, and her mom was gone, so she just spent time running around desperately yelling "MAMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". Another one was someone going to visit a woman they called "apple grandma" but they entered the wrong room at the nursing home, and some guy kept chasing after them and they had to hide.

Next one I remember was called "Pluk van de Petteflet" and I think it was a movie they simply cut down to 4 episodes. It was about this little boy who was homeless without any family, and he searched for a place to stay. He found a little croft at the top of a giant apartment complex, but this mom that is all about cleanliness hates him and wants the craft as her sewing room. It was based on a book and you can really tell because everything is REALLY cartoony. What I remember the most was this horse that was 5 meters long and when suddenly a bunch of workers started dancing. Also, this random hippie that lived in a swamp and sang about "hassle berries" and how they solved everything (I think it was what caused the workers to start dancing later)

Then it was Abi, which was about this girl who lived in this apartment area, where I recall most episodes was her playing with different kids that also lived there. I mostly remember these red haired sisters who told her if she kept eating carrots she'd have red hair like them. Also their baby sibling was born red haired because their mom ate carrots, or something. There was also this groups of nuns they called "penguin women" and they believed they actually had penguin feet that they hid under their long, black shawls.

Anyway dutch ppl y'all made very trippy kids shows and I loved them

[veratasswrites]

Cross-Post of Writeblr Intro!

Writeblr Re-Intro

(Originally posted to @directionoftime - just moving my writeblr to this blog!)

Hey Writeblr!! I attempted to join the community a few years back but way too quickly found myself overwhelmed and ended up fizzling out >.> but I'm back now and hoping to make a better (less stressed out) effort! A bit worried I might have burnt-off some of the writeblr folks by just kinda peace-ing out, but I really do hope to make a better go of it this time around and post/interact more often! (I have so many writeblr posts to catch up on, yikes!)

About me: Vera (she/her) I have been writing consistenly for a solid 15ish years now, have a creative writing master's behind me, (and over a million combined words in fan-fic LOL) and finally feel in a creative place where I'm ready to (hopefully) start publishing, in whatever form it takes!

So, onto the point here: Novel Intro!

YES! Some of you (might) remember my novel Sauvarin - well, it's back, babey! And about 95-99% complete!! Currently on my last round of scene-rewrites and line editing before I begin the horrifying task of querying!

Only been ten years in the making, lmao >.>

So, what the heck is SAUVARIN??

TLDR: fantasy post-apocalypse featuring an autistic blacksmith who is utterly oblivious to the local boot-legger Trying Very HArd to be her girlfriend (pray for Yenn, y'all! She is being SO brave about it!) Said blacksmith, Isaura, is instead on A Mission Of Great Importance to inter the ashes of her surrogate father, Soo-young, in his childhood home town. Except, no one's ever heard of this town, the internet's broken, and she accidenatlly discovers that METAL IS LIVING NOW???

Why do all "simple requests" always end up being the most cataclysmic???

Want to know more? Please go ahead, if not, thanks for looking in this far :)

Well, on to major themes and elements! We've got:

NON-DYSTOPIAN post-apocalypse (we're currently living in the dystopia, y'all!), set in the near distant future where the vast majority of humanity has fled climate change to an orbital space station leaving circa 10million people on earth. The endlings determined to protect what they still can, raise their children, protect their towns, and face whatever magic storms come their way. But right now? They have food, they have community, and there's always something silly to laugh at!

It is a LOW-FANTASY, meaning we've got: freaky and intelligent animals! A magic so new to the world, most people don't realise it's possible! The corpse of god! Cool mushrooms! A darkness that watches YOU! Baba-Yaga (she's a scientist now)! Old women who Take No Shit But Absolutely Know How To Harm!

NATURE mutating - what it "reclaims" in some areas, it mutates in others, or simply allows itself to start anew. Nature in this novel is very much embodiying the quote: "you cannot kill me in a way that matters". Freaky deer. Metal predators. Plants that grab onto YOU.

NOBODY WINS, BUT NO ONE LOSES EITHER the head of Department for Zoology took one look at the "provisional government" and just fucked off into the woods (Baba Yaga). "The Hero" of the orbital space station realising what their heroism actually cost the earth in raw materials. The dead are returned, but not to the life they remembered leaving. Sometimes you do, in fact, find the ghost of a child in the woods (it's okay if you are not sure what to do next).

Well, that's probably enough for now. I'll do some character intro posts (as memes!) hopefully over the weekend - it's a fairly big cast with a lot of minor-in-screen-time-but-major-in-plot characters so it'll be a bit of a series, I think.

Any questions? Feel free to ask! But I will be moving all writeblr stuff/posts about this blog over to my new side blog @veratasswrites so if you want to follow the posts, please follow that blog!

I'll tag some of the old writeblrs I'd followed/who were so awesome and welcoming the first time - but if you're not interested or anything I really mean NO PRESSURE!

@ryan-shepard-writes, @writeblrfantasy, @magic-is-something-we-create

Anyone's welcome to be +/- tag list!

Thank's so much for reading! :)



[directionoftime]

Writeblr Re-Intro

Hey Writeblr!! I attempted to join the community a few years back but way too quickly found myself overwhelmed and eneded up fizzling out >.> but I'm back now and hoping to make a better (less stressed out) effort! A bit worried I might have burnt-off some of the writeblr folks by just kinda peace-ing out, but I really do hope to make a better go of it this time around and post/interact more often! (I have so many writeblr posts to catch up on, yikes!)

About me: Vera (she/her) I have been writing consistenly for a solid 15ish years now, have a creative writing master's behind me, (and over a million combined words in fan-fic LOL) and finally feel in a creative place where I'm ready to (hopefully) start publishing, in whatever form it takes!

So, onto the point here: Novel Intro!

YES! Some of you (might) remember my novel Sauvarin - well, it's back, babey! And about 95-99% complete!! Currently on my last round of scene-rewrites and line editing before I begin the horrifying task of querying!

Only been ten years in the making, lmao >.>

So, what the heck is SAUVARIN??

TLDR: fantasy post-apocalypse featuring an autistic blacksmith who is utterly oblivious to the local boot-legger Trying Very HArd to be her girlfriend (pray for Yenn, y'all! She is being SO brave about it!) Said blacksmith, Isaura, is instead on A Mission Of Great Importance to inter the ashes of her surrogate father, Soo-young, in his childhood home town. Except, no one's ever heard of this town, the internet's broken, and she accidenatlly discovers that METAL IS LIVING NOW???

Why do all "simple requests" always end up being the most cataclysmic???

Want to know more? Please go ahead, if not, thanks for looking in this far :)

Well, on to major themes and elements! We've got:

NON-DYSTOPIAN post-apocalypse (we're currently living in the dystopia, y'all!), set in the near distant future where the vast majority of humanity has fled climate change to an orbital space station leaving circa 10million people on earth. The endlings determined to protect what they still can, raise their children, protect their towns, and face whatever magic storms come their way. But right now? They have food, they have community, and there's always something silly to laugh at!

It is a LOW-FANTASY, meaning we've got: freaky and intelligent animals! A magic so new to the world, most people don't realise it's possible! The corpse of god! Cool mushrooms! A darkness that watches YOU! Baba-Yaga (she's a scientist now)! Old women who Take No Shit But Absolutely Know How To Harm!

NATURE mutating - what it "reclaims" in some areas, it mutates in others, or simply allows itself to start anew. Nature in this novel is very much embodiying the quote: "you cannot kill me in a way that matters". Freaky deer. Metal predators. Plants that grab onto YOU.

NOBODY WINS, BUT NO ONE LOSES EITHER the head of Department for Zoology took one look at the "provisional government" and just fucked off into the woods (Baba Yaga). "The Hero" of the orbital space station realising what their heroism actually cost the earth in raw materials. The dead are returned, but not to the life they remembered leaving. Sometimes you do, in fact, find the ghost of a child in the woods (it's okay if you are not sure what to do next).

Well, that's probably enough for now. I'll do some character intro posts (as memes!) hopefully over the weekend - it's a fairly big cast with a lot of minor-in-screen-time-but-major-in-plot characters so it'll be a bit of a series, I think.

Any questions? Feel free to ask! But I will be moving all writeblr stuff/posts about this blog over to my new side blog @veratasswrites so if you want to follow the posts, please follow that blog!

I'll tag some of the old writeblrs I'd followed/who were so awesome and welcoming the first time - but if you're not interested or anything I really mean NO PRESSURE!

@ryan-shepard-writes, @writeblrfantasy, @magic-is-something-we-create,

[cellarrentalsvhs]

Hey all, Rev here, hesitantly re-entering the found footage community. But you probably don't know me, so I'll explain a bit.

An Unfortunately Necessary Disclaimer

I am affiliated with nothing. This is a fan account. I have projects I wanna make, I might share stuff about em, I'll make that explicitly clear. A friend of mine got hit with several copyright strikes from Studio71 for having the nerve to make a fan film based on the concept of V/H/S. (I made a cameo in the retooled sequel.) So I reiterate, anything I post is owned by the respective creators, NOT ME.

History

For those who don't know (probably all of you) Cellar Rentals VHS began as @/vhscultist on Instagram in September 2022 to keep up with news about the then upcoming V/H/S/99. I fell deep into a found footage phase after watching 94 (Raatma my beloved 🖤) and just wanted a place to compile news. Then people attached to the series started following me, so I started covering news & anniversaries related to the series, until I got bored in the... offseason? Between 99 & 85, I went for a more general found footage theme. Then I got bored and inactive, and decided I didn't wanna keep up with news. I deactivated without warning. But I think I still wanna be around, and Tumblr permits you to be a lot more... passive with posting.

Contents of This Blog

If you've read my bio, I'm dedicating this page to what I've elected to call ephemeral horror. Found footage, analog horror, digital horror, horror films on old VHS tapes, technothrillers, basically I know it when I see it. If you like fuzzy footage of freaky guys, you're at home here.

As far as offering warnings, I'll do my best. I'm sorry, I'm forgetful. Things like body horror will get tagged as such without a tw, as there are not only people who want to avoid it, but there are also people seeking it out, while things like blood will get a tw, as it should be expected if you're following me, but plenty of people don't wanna see that.

Ok, But Who Are You Exactly?

Valid question. My name's Reverend Ray, I really like movies (especially genre film), I wanna make some someday. Right now I'm kinda just floating through life unfortunately. I'm an avid physical media collector and, when I feel it's necessary, digital archivist. If you wanna see any of my takes on movies or other random garbage you can find my Linktree in the pinned post of my main Tumblr (linked at the top of this post.)

Some of my favorite films that meet the criteria for this blog are V/H/S/94, The Blair Witch Project, 8MM, Videodrome, Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum, Ring, & Deadstream. Some horror webseries I like include The Monument Mythos (one of my all time hyperfixations tbh), Daisy Brown, Lacey's Games, Winter of 83, Midwest Angelica, They Lie Above, & RHKQ. Obviously, those are nowhere near comprehensive. If you'd like to know more about me or my taste, or recommend me something, or tell me I should die or whatever, my askbox is open!

DNI?

Honestly, if I don't want you here I'll probably just block you. Idc anymore. I would *discourage* minors from interacting or following, but I'm not gonna enforce it.

TERFs, right wingers, racists, incels, other assorted bigots & dickheads, y'all just fuck off. Block me before I block you.

The rest of you, enjoy your stay!

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: November 11, 1996

Lyrics:

[Cam'Ron]

How y'all doin' out there?

I wanna welcome y'all back

Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa

We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us

Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?

Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?

Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house

Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?

[Kay Slay]

You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO

[Cam'Ron]

El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay

This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now

Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man

[Kay Slay]

Yo son

[Cam'Ron]

What's good?

[Kay Slay]

I gotta tell you like my dog told me

When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her

[Cam'Ron]

Slap her?

[Kay Slay]

Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her

[Cam'Ron]

Off the bat?

[Kay Slay]

Off the bat, just backhand her

[Cam'Ron]

Why's that, though?

[Kay Slay]

'Cause later on down the line

You ain't never gotsta to worry about

That chick telling you --

"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"

[Cam'Ron]

[Laughing] That's what I'm sayin' nigga

But see the thing is with me

I don't understand how a bitch can go out

Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever

And then go give another nigga her fucking money

Knawmean?

[Kay Slay]

Nah Cam, you gotta understand

That's cause ya game is tight

[Cam'Ron]

Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga

I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?

We getting ready set this shit the fuck off

Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...

[Verse]

Yo, yo, I advise you to step son

For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son

Y'all be calling me daddy, cause

The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say

Y'all fuck around with brother "Num-say"

Y'all gonna see doomsday

I'm a savage but colder

Now I rock karrots that I'm older

See this parrot on my shoulder?

He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words

Act up, and be returned to the birds

I return with them birds, any 28 grams

A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds

I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms

Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn

Using a dope then I'm gone back

Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas

Cops come for dope it's a damper

I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana

Rush the crib, go in the hampter

Don't follow me, "Stan-a"

If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer

That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart

I ain't finished, that's just the start

You'll be calling for back up, praying for help

Fuck my life, I'm taking myself

All the achin' I felt

In my crib at night, praying for wealth

Bitches dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"

Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'

[Kay Slay]

Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man

Let's get down to business, Harlem

Songwriter:

Tommaso De Donatis, Orhan Terzi

[cru5h-cascades]

Splatoon 3 SIde Order Theory #2: It Was Lil' Judd All Along (Lil' Judd as the villian of the DLC)

Hey everyone! After seeing how well my first theory did (at least to my standards. I got a pretty small tumblr goin' on here, so any attention I get means a lot to me!), I decided to make another! In my first theory, I sort of teased what my next theory will be about, and now here we are! Anyways, let's just get into it already.

Even though there's already a bunch of damnning evidence that Lil' Judd might end up being the big bad in the DLC (getting the headpiece he wears after you beat hero mode, Lil' Judd's dialoge in Tableturf Battle, the note you get in the sunken scrolls, ect.), but I feel like the teaser for Side Order might have some sort of signs pointing to Lil' Judd being to blame for Inkopolis Square's downfall.

First, I want y'all to take a look at the mystery octoling (we dunno if she's Agent 8 or not... yet) standing in the square. Check out the color scheme going on (black, white, gray, and dark brown).

I dunno about you, but this scene in the teaser for Side Order kind of remind me of the Judds. These lil' guys are also black, white, and gray. I know I might be jumping to conclusions right now, but hear me out. So when the trailer for Splatoon 3's hero mode came out in September 2021, we were introduced to Alterna and the fuzzy ooze. The fuzzy ooze had hints of brown fur on it, just like a grizzly bear. As many of us know, people were throwing theories left and right about who the villian of the main game was gonna be, and many of us thought that it was gnna be Mr. Grizz, which ended up being true (however I felt like the reverse Grizzco laugh at the end of the trailer was a dead giveaway. I've played way too much Splatoon to not know how the Grizzco laugh sounds.). What if this is the direction the Splatoon devs are going again? Forshadowing the events of the game with some minor enviormental details?

Also, throughout the teaser, we see a bunch of freaky af imagery, one of which peaking my interest just a bit. The white brain thing that forms in the vid. I know I've already said that the brain formation pic might've hinted at zombie fungus being the reason why the Square is like this (see my first theory if you wanna know what I mean), but I feel like this could also point towards Lil' Judd being the villian of Side Order. You see, Lil' Judd's a clone of Judd. The brain that forms in the teaser is gray and white, like Lil' Judd. Maybe this is a small hint towards cloning being a major theme in the DLC. Speaking of which, we also get a pic of the mystery octoling with clones of herself following her. These clones are also gray and white.

Also, why would someone target the Square to begin with (Not counting Tartar. I don't really think they'd bring Tartar back, but if they did, I'd think it'd just be in a flashback to the Deepsea Metro, whatever that may look like or be about.)? Lil' Judd was first introduced in Splatoon 2 and we first learned about Lil' Judd's hate for Judd in 2. What if Lil' Judd finally broke and wanted to try to wipe out Judd's legacy, starting with were Lil' Judd and Judd first met? Maybe destroying the Square is just phase 1 of Lil' Judd's plan? Maybe this is all just in preperation to kill Judd (as that one note Lil' Judd wrote in the sunken scrolls implies)?

With that being said, who do you guys think will be the big bad in the DLC? Do you guys think it's Lil' Judd or someone else? I'll most likely make more theories if any come to mind or if we get another trailer for SIde Order, so look out for those and remember to staaay fresh!