#rip Rachel :( never seen again

[fluffypotatey]

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

JESUS H MACY THIS IS WILD

"I don't want them to feel any pain." BITCH WHAT??? YOU'VE BEEN TORTURING THEM FOR Y E A R S AND NOW YOURE CONCERNED?!?!?!

"Thomas. What did you see?" I like that they don't doubt or disbelieve him, they just want to understand, and the moment he says it's WCKD, they're all immediately on board.

AND IN COMES MINHO WITH THE FLYING KNEE!!! MY MAN!!!!

Thomas: 🖕

Rat Man: You little shit.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH that didn't take long!

And they're just. Running out into the Scorch. With no supplies. Yeah. Okay. Sure.

they’ll be finnnnnnnne! it’s not like there’s anything out there to kill them!

Thomas the second he knows Rat Man can’t touch him or his friends:

iconic, amazing, i love him

[mwahbabe]

Seeing Red.

Rachel x fem! reader

your best friend get’s hands-y with you seeing you in lingerie that’s not for her.

MEN DNI !!!

established relationship, hints of toxic relationship, reader is delulu, rachel is in lovelove. friends to lovers(?), lesbian tingzzz

cw: lingerie, breast/nipple play, clit play, tribbing/scissoring, cunnilingous, cum eating.

“rach? how’s this one?” you gave her a spin.

Rachel tried to maintain her composure, but she couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that shot through her as she looked at you in the lingerie. You looked absolutely gorgeous, and she knew you weren’t even wearing it for her.

She was on her stomach laying on your bed. Her feet in the air half scrolling on her phone, half oogling watching you waiting to give her opinion on which ever lacey garment you tried. Each time you would strip off to try on the next one, she pretended to look down at her phone instead of at your naked body. You were both very… comfortable around each other to put it lightly. You had both seen every inch of each other and had no filter around the other, a lot of times, people would quiet down to hear what diabolical things came out of both your mouths in a crowded room, but rachel was never the type to care. she was a free spirit and never took life too seriously.

She shifted on the bed, trying to play it cool.

“It looks great.” she said, her voice neutral. “I’m sure b/n will love it.”

she hadn’t given you a single no to any of the ones you tried on which was both flattering but annoying since you didn’t know what to choose.

“rachh! i’m serious. I feel like this one’s… i don’t know, showing too much.”

“uhh, it’s lingerie y/n it’s meant to show too much.” her hazel eyes roamed over your body in the black two piece set you currently wore.

“you’re so unhelpful.” you said in a huff. You hid the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth from her.

Rachel forced a small, playful smile.

“Okay, okay, come here.” she said, gesturing for you to come closer to her.

As you approached, she pretended to inspect the lingerie, her fingers gently touching the fabric. But in reality, her mind was filled with jealousy and frustration. She wanted to pull the thing away, to say it looked awful, anything to keep you from going to see him.

She slowly sat up from the position she was laying in to a sitting position.

“you think my tits looks good in this?” you asked, both of you knowing she had seen your tits more than her own.

Rachel felt a pang in her gut seeing how the sheer fabric in the bralette showed your perfect set, your nipples hardened against the fabric. Her eyes lingered on your chest for perhaps a little too long, the sight of you in the lingerie only increasing the jealousy and desire that was coursing through her. Her eyes traced over them as she forced herself to answer casually.

“Yeah, they look great.” she said with a shrug and forced her gaze down at her phone.

“rachel you say that about everything I wear. look at it from like, a man’s perspective or .. something.” you glanced at the mirror running your fingers along the sides of the fabric and fixing your hair.

Rachel let out a small huffing sound, her jaw clenching slightly as she looked away from you. She was struggling to hold back her emotions, the thought of you spending time with your boyfriend causing a knot to form in her stomach.

“Alright, alright, i get it.” she mumbled, forcing herself to look back at you again.

She looked you up and down, her gaze flickering over your body quickly, as if she was trying to look away as soon as possible.

“From a man’s perspective I wanna rip it off you and ruin it so why bother wearing it?” she said, her tone laced with amusement and bitterness, flicking the strap near your thigh.

you knew she would say something real and not helpful knowing what your boyfriend was like.

“ugh. okay next.”

As you went to change into the next one, Rachel flopped back onto the bed, sighing loudly. She knew she was being irrational, that you were allowed to see other people and didn’t belong to her, but she couldn’t help the feelings of jealousy that were gnawing at her gut.

She tried to focus on the room’s decor, anything to take her mind off the fact that you were currently stripping in front of her.

you got into the next garment, a sheer, white babydoll set with thigh highs, leaving very very little to the imagination. “okay. how do we feel about this one? think it’ll get my back blown out?”

you posed in the mirror, looking over your shoulder at your own ass in the set.

Seeing rachels fixated expression, you can’t help but smirk slightly in amusement. Rachel’s reaction was very… satisfying to watch. It took a lot to leave rachel amber speechless.

There was no denying it, you looked absolutely stunning.

“Well?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Rachel shook her head slightly, trying to snap herself out of her daze.

“yeah, that looks really fucking cute on you. It’s gonna be ripped off in seconds.”

From her tone you couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or a dig at your boyfriend.

Rachel’s fingers gently played with the soft sheer lace overtop of the bra and panties. her touch always sent shivers down your spine, you tried your best not to react to her fingers trailing over your belly.

“I’m sure b/n will love it.” she said, her tone almost sarcastic.

you put your hand in her hand, your fingers feeling over her slightly chipped red polish.

“rach. i know that tone.”

Rachel tensed slightly, cursing herself internally. She knew she should probably dial it back, but she couldn’t stop the words from leaving her mouth.

“What tone?” she asked, her voice too nonchalant to be believable.

“come on. you’re mad i’m seeing him again?”

Rachel sighed, her façade dropping slightly. She knew there was no point in denying it, you knew her too well.

“Yeah, i am.” she admitted, her expression darkening. “I don’t see why you’re wasting your time with him. He’s not good enough for you.” her voice was laced with jealousy.

“he’s good to me.” you said, your tone insistent, almost trying to convince yourself as well.

Rachel gave you that stare that she always gave when you tried to convince her your boyfriend wasn’t a dick. One that you could feel even if you avoided her gaze.

you scoffed as you shoved her hand away, no real force behind it. “well okay, maybe he’s a douche sometimes and can play games… but he’s… sweet.”

Rachel’s frown deepened at your words. She could practically hear the doubt in your voice, as if you were trying to reassure yourself more than convince her. Which only made her even more frustrated.

“Is he, though?” she asked pointedly. “You know he likes to play games. You deserve better than that, you deserve someone who actually cares about you and treats you right.”

Rachel rolled her eyes, her hands balling into fists at her sides.

You threw the piece of lingerie at her after peeling it off. “come onn please just be my friend for now. lecture me later.” you pouted. you knew deep down she was right but you were convinced he was worth 200$ worth of lingerie.

Rachel caught the piece of lingerie as you threw it, a pout forming on her lips as she saw you strip out of it. she kept her expression neutral but was shamelessly staring at your now-naked body,

She sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping.

“I am always your friend, dumbass.” she muttered. her voice mocking with a hint of something else.

“okay fine just tell me how this one looks.” you huffed and began putting the last piece on, it was a wine red lacey set with thigh highs, it covered more than the others but was still teasing and tantalising. it was more like lingerie and not just something that was basically a bikini with some lace and straps.

Rachel’s breath caught in her chest as she saw you in the red set. The darker, more sultry color contrasted beautifully against your skin, accentuating your curves in all the right places. Her eyes roamed over your form, taking in the sight of you in the lace and silk.

Rachel’s gaze followed you as you did a slow spin, her eyes practically devouring every inch of your body. Each passing moment only made her want you more, her eyes darkening, her body feeling hot under her clothes.

“Damn…” she muttered, her sultry eyes darkening as her gaze travelled over your body.

“You look…” she began, her voice coming out huskier than she intended. “Stunning. Absolutely stunning.”

“you think so?” you turned your head to her looking over your shoulder.

Rachel nodded, her gaze still fixed on you, practically drinking in the sights of your body in the red lingerie. She tried to look away, tried to remind herself that this wasn’t for her, but she just couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“Yes, i do.” she said, her voice soft and honest, a stark contrast to the jealousy that was still swirling inside her gut. “That one is the best one on you.”

“Finally. we found the winner” you teased checking yourself out again, rachel always gave you confidence and was always there to support you and make you feel sure of yourself. You always found yourself needing her approval and validation, she was your best friend after all…

“Why do you even need my opinion anyway?” Rachel asked, leaning back on the bed as she watched you check yourself out in the mirror, a slight pang of jealousy in her chest. She knew you relied on her for approval and validation, and it was something she both loved and hated. Loved because it made her feel close to you, like she was an important part of your life, but hated because it made her feel like she was only ever your friend, nothing more. She tried to push those thoughts away, though, and focused on giving you the praise you desired.

you turned to her for a second, trying to avoid her peircing gaze. “because you’re honest. and will tell me if something looks bad on me.”

“Well. that lingerie definitely looks amazing on you. but i know someone who doesn’t look good on you.” her words filled with venom. She couldn’t help herself. she wasn’t one for subtlety and could only keep her thoughts and dislike for your boyfriend to herself for so long.

you groaned and tossed your head back.

“you’re impossible Rach.”

you didn’t realise she got up and was now behind you, her body against yours as she looked at you in the mirror.

“look who’s talking.”

her hands were now on your arms, her fingers wrapped around your upper arms.

you looked at yourself more, wondering if you should bother wearing it, or … even seeing him at all. It’s not like you would be leaving satisfied, and your pretty little outfit rachel seemed to really like would be ripped anyway…

“you really like it?”

rachels head rested on your shoulder, her eyes still on you in that full length mirror. Her red painted nails trailing over your bra strap. The colour match was identical.

“fuck yeah i do. You look hella gorgeous y/n.”

her voice came out as a seductive purr and you couldn’t help the shivers you got, the warm feeling pooling in your gut. “thanks rach. you’re so sweet.” you held the hand that she had on your body, Rachel’s breath hitched in her throat as you took her hand, The feel of your skin against hers was electric, she felt her heartrate pick up, her body growing warmer. she took that opportunity to intertwine both your fingers.

She couldn’t help but press up flush against your back - her body now flush against yours, her chest against your back. She kept her eyes on your reflection, her gaze flickering over your form, taking in every single inch of you, the red lace of the lingerie hugging your curves perfectly.

“you’re too good for him.” she whispered in your ear, sending tingles down your body at her warm breath in your ear and her lowered voice.

she expected a whine or for you to push her away, not wanting to face the truth of your relationship. but you just let out a soft moan as her other hand wandered more.

you were mad at the fact that you were already wet from her gaze and compliments while trying on lingerie, and now it was only increasing from her touch.

“ah shit.” you looked down seeing of the straps connected to the choker on your lingerie had come undone.

“i got it.” Rachel whispered in your ear.

As Rachel’s hand reached up to fix the lace on your chest, her fingers gently skimming over your skin, their eyes met in the mirror. Rachel’s breath hitched in her throat as your gazes locked together, her heart pounding in her ears.

Her fingers stilled for a moment, her hand lingering on your chest as she held your gaze, a mixture of desire and restraint swirling in her eyes.

Slowly, she traced her fingers down over the lace, tracing the line of your cleavage. She knew she shouldn't, knew you were seeing someone else, but her body seemed to move of its own accord, drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

all morals and restraint went out the window, your lips met. almost like magnets being pulled together.

Rachel's body surged forward as your lips met, her hands immediately coming up to cup your face, pulling you closer to her. Her mouth was hot, hungry and insistent, her tongue seeking yours out almost desperately. You kept up with her, your desire just as heavy as hers. You raised your hand to cup her face, trying to ground yourself.

The kiss was filled with a mixture of passion, desire, and a hint of possessiveness, years of pent-up feelings boiling over and rushing to the surface, finally set free.

after you both pulled away for air her hand that was still in yours was untangling from your fingers and was pulling at the lace around your breasts.

“your nails match…” you commented. noticing the almost identical dark red colour on her short nails.

Rachel looked down, a small laugh escaping her lips as she noticed her nails did match the lace of the lingerie you were wearing.

"Oh hey, they do." she said, a small smirk forming on her face. "It’s a sign." Her hand continued to gently tease the lace, her touch light and exploratory, her eyes still fixed on you in the mirror.

She then turned back to face the mirror, Rachel's arms encircled your waist, pulling you back against her. Her chest was flush against your back, her chin resting on your shoulder as she surveyed the two of you in the mirror.

She hummed appreciatively at the sight, her hands roaming idly over your body, her touch becoming increasingly bolder and possessively.

the blondes hand slipped further down, her slender fingers finding their way to the thin lace of the panties. She sucked in a breath as she felt the heat emanating from your cunt, the stickyness at her touch causing a small groan to escape her lips.

With a small smirk, she turned her head to nip at your neck. "Wow look how wet you are," she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. "I haven’t even started."

you stumble a little back into her, her scent of jasmine filling your nostrils.

“fuck..”

Rachel's smirk widened as her hand continued to tease you through the thin lace of the panties. She loved the power she had over you, the way she could have you coming undone so easily.

"Feel good?" she asked, her voice low and seductive, her lips kissing and nipping their way from your neck to your ear. She pressed her body against yours, her breath coming out in ragged pants.

you gave a quick nod, your lips parting, “yeah…”

Rachel's breath hitched at the sound of your voice, your reply causing a ripple of excitement to run through her. She could feel the heat of your body against hers, the way you were practically melting in her arms, and it only served to increase her own need.

Her hand continued its slow, torturous exploration under the lace, her fingers dancing over your heated skin, eliciting tiny gasps and moans from you. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her lips now back at your ear.

your cheeks turn a lighter shade and your breath caught in your throat at the praise and purr of her voice.

Rachel's free hand came up to your chin, tilting your face so that you were looking directly into the mirror. Her breath was hot against your neck, her body pressed tightly against yours from behind.

"Watch yourself," she whispered, her tone demanding. "I want you to see how good you look right now, how beautiful you are, and how only I can do this to you. Only me."

you watch in the mirror at yourself, your eyes wide and pupils dilated.

Rachel watched your reflection in the mirror as you watched yourself, her eyes dark and hungry as they roamed over your form. She could see the way your eyes were wide and dark, your breath coming out in small pants and gasps. She loved the look on your face, the way you were completely undone by her touch, and she loved knowing that she was the cause of it.

Her hand continued to tease and explore, her fingers moving steadily and rhythmically under the lace, her body pressing tight against yours, every inch of her molded to your form.

your eyes would flutter shut and my head leaned back on her shoulder, soft whimpers spilling from your lips.

As your head leaned back, Rachel's mouth descended on the exposed skin of your neck, her lips and teeth trailing fiery kisses and nips up and down the skin. She let out a low, guttural noise - half moan, half growl - as she felt your body respond to her touch.

Her hand stilled for a moment under the lace, pausing to take in the sight of you, completely undone and desperate for her touch. "Keep your eyes open," she commanded, using her free hand to turn your face and make you look forward again. “rach..” you weakly protested.

Rachel shook her head, her voice low and firm. “No.” She nipped at your neck, hard. “I want you to watch. I want you to watch what you do to me, how good I make you feel, and how you’re the only one I do this for.”

She returned to exploring your body with her hands, her touch becoming more heated and demanding. “Stay. Looking.”

you let out a sharp gasp as her teeth bite into your neck. You didn’t argue with her after that,

whimpers turned into loud moans as she rubbed your swollen clit faster. Rachel was getting drunk on the sounds coming from you, the sight of you in the mirror, completely unraveled in her arms. She could feel you growing slicker under her touch, your body responding eagerly to her touch, and it only served to increase her own arousal, her own need. Her breath hitched and her body trembled against yours as she continued to lavish attention on you, her fingers moving in a steady, rhythmic pattern, her touch expert and practiced.

“Look at yourself,” she panted, her lips pressed against your ear. “See how beautiful you are? How good I make you feel? You and me, no one else.” Her words were punctuated with nips

You let out a sharp cry as a finger entered you. “uh huh.. yes, yes.”

Rachel's breath hitched at the sound of your cry, her body shuddering in response. She loved the way you reacted to her touch, the sounds you made, the way your body responded so eagerly to her.

“Yeah?” she asked, her voice low and seductive. “You feel that? That’s me. That’s me making you feel this good, making you come undone.” Her hand continued its relentless pace, her breath coming out in hot pants against your neck. “No one else. Just me.”

soon you were gripping her arm as she entered a second finger in your weeping entrance which rachel grinned at, the feeling of your fingers digging into her skin only heightening the experience for her. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she added a second finger, and the look of pleasure on your face

“fuck rachel..”

Rachel let out a soft moan at the sound of her name on your lips, the way you said it. It was like a drug to her, the way it filled her veins, the way it made her feel.

“Feel good?” she asked, her free arm wrapping around your waist, holding you in place against her. Her fingers moved faster, harder, her body pressed flush against yours. “Say it again.”

“feels so good mama..” you blurt out.

Rachel let out a soft gasp at the sound of you calling her “mama.” It was something she’d never heard you refer to her as before, and it sent shockwaves through her body, her breath catching in her chest.

Her fingers moved with renewed purpose, her pace becoming almost frantic, her teeth nipping at your neck again. “Again,” she commanded, her voice ragged and breathless. “Say it again.”

“mm.. you’re making me.. hh, feel good mama.”

Rachel’s eyes fluttered shut as you said the words again, her heart pounding in her chest. The sound of you calling her “mama” filled her chest with an almost primal sense of possessiveness, a need to protect and care for you in a way she couldn’t explain.

“That’s right,” she panted, her lips pressed against your neck. “Good girl. You’re so good for me. So beautiful and perfect and all mine, aren’t you?”

“uh huh.. yeah rach.”

Rachel’s grip on you tightened at your response, her body molding to yours. She loved the sound of your agreement, the way you sounded completely unraveled and desperate in her arms.

“Damn right you are,” she murmured, her voice thick with need. “My good girl, all mine.”

Her fingers worked faster now, her touch becoming urgent, her body pressed firm against your back. Her breath was hot against your ear as she continued to speak, her voice rough and guttural. “Say it again. Say you’re mine.”

you gasped and struggled to stay upright as she fingered you faster and with purpose now. “ah! i’m yours mama…!”

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through Rachel, her body tightening as she heard you say that you were hers. The sound of you calling her “mama” again only heightened her need, her body responding to your words and the way you were responding to her touch.

“That’s right,” she panted, her voice strained. “Your shitty boyfriend make you feel like this? huh?”

you shook your head frantically. “no!”

Rachel let out a small, satisfied hum as you adamantly shook your head, her fingers working faster, her touch more demanding. She knew that her question had hit a nerve, but she didn’t care - as far as she was concerned, you were hers, and she wanted to make sure you knew it.

“Damn right he doesn’t,” she said, her voice low and possessive. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

at this point your mind was blank except for the feeling she was giving you. “ah shit…!” you could feel yourself getting close, your pussy clenching around her fingers deep inside

Rachel could feel you getting close, the way your body was growing tense and trembly in her arms. She could feel your muscles tensing, your legs quivering, and she knew that you were right on the edge of coming undone.

“Come on,” she panted, her free hand coming up to cup your chin, turning your face so she could look you in the eye. “Don’t hold back. I want you to let go.”

my breathing got heavier and my moans got more higher and needier i gripped her arm and struggled to stay standing and not fall but Rachel kept you standing, her arm wrapped tightly around your waist, her grip strong and firm. She loved the way you were falling apart in her arms, unravelling for her, and she knew that you were close, so close.

“That’s it,” she panted, her voice low and ragged. “Let go baby, come for me. Let me see you cum”

a strangled moan came from you as your pussy clenched around her fingers, your head leaned back into her shoulder the damp patch in your panties turning into a puddle.

Rachel could feel you clenching around her fingers, the sound of your moans music to her ears. She could feel the heat and dampness of you, the way you were coming apart in her arms, and it set her own body on fire.

“Good girl,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “That’s it, just let go. I got you.”

Short gasps and whines came from you as your best friend Rachel kept her fingers moving, prolonging your orgasm for as long as she possibly could, her arm wrapped tight around your waist, holding you up against her. Her breath was coming out in ragged gasps against your neck, her body trembling with need, but she forced herself to stay focused on giving you pleasure above all else.

“That’s it baby.” she panted.

once you came down you stumbled back, your knees weak. “ah shit..”

Rachel let you stumble back, her arm still around your waist, holding you close. Her own body was trembling with need and desire, her breath coming out in ragged pants as she struggled to regain control of herself. She chuckled softly at your curse, her voice low and thick. “You okay there?”

“yeah…i’m good.” you chuckled softly

Rachel chuckled along with you, her arm still encircling your waist. She could feel your body trembling against hers, the aftershocks of your orgasm still coursing through you, and it only increased her own need for you.

“Good,” she rasped, her voice still ragged. “Because we’re not done yet.”

you found yourself on your knees in front of rachel, her black ripped jeans discarded and her panties probably now under your bed from how far they were thrown. getting your best friend off as she watched in the mirror at herself

Rachel’s breath caught in her chest as she watched you on your knees in front of her, the sight of you between her legs doing strange things to her. Her voice was trembling as she spoke, her fingers gripping the edge of the dresser to keep herself steady. “You look so good on your knees like that,” she said, her voice ragged. “All for me. Look up at me.”

you obeyed, looking up at her, your chin slick with her and your face flushed.

Rachel’s breath caught in her chest at the sight of you, your chin slick with her, and your face flushed, looking up at her with wide eyes. She loved the way you looked, so vulnerable and open for her, all for her.

“Damn,” she panted, her voice low and ragged. “You have no idea how good you look like this. Just for me. All mine.”

“you look unreal rach.”

you went back to business, your eyes looking up at her hazel ones. Rachel’s chest puffed up at your compliment, her breath catching in her chest. She loved hearing you talk like this, the way you said her name, the way you looked at her. She was about to respond, but her words turned to a strangled moan as you went back to work.

She leaned back against the dresser, her fingers gripping the edge of the furniture tightly, her eyes locked on yours in the mirror. “Don’t stop,” she panted. And you didn’t. Your tongue flicked, your lips sucked, while you let out soft sounds into her pussy. Rachel couldn’t take her eyes off you, watching you work your magic with your tongue and your lips. The soft sounds you were making mixed with the sight of you, working her so perfectly, almost sent her over the edge right then and there, but she held on, her mind growing foggy with need.

“G-good girl,” she panted, her voice cracking. “Just like that.”

Rachel felt her legs grow weak as her orgasm started to build, so she allowed you to guide her to the bed, her body moving without much conscious thought. She lay back on the bed, her body trembling as she looked up at you, her eyes dark with lust.

“Come here,” she gasped, her hand reaching out for you. You went to go back between her legs but she stopped you and started to removed your lingerie. her hands were on you, her fingers gripping the fabric of your lingerie, pulling it down off your body. She wanted to feel your skin against hers, to feel you pressed close to her.

“I need to feel you,” she panted, her voice ragged. “I need you against me, close, now.”

she removed your bra and panties letting them join the pile of clothes. leaving you in the thigh highs and garters,

Rachel’s eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of you in the thigh highs and garters, the way they accentuated your curves. Her breath hitched in her chest at the sight of you, and she quickly undressed the rest of the way, leaving her red flannel discarded on the ground and her bra joining it soon after.

She straddled your hips, her body pressing you down against the bed, her hands roaming over your body, taking in every inch of you. your bodies joined, the sounds of pleasured hums and kisses filling the room, her pussy grinding on yours The sound of your pleased hums and your lips against hers filled Rachel’s head, her brain fogged over with lust and desire. She kept her body flush against yours, her hips moving in time with yours, her center grinding against yours in a dance of pleasure.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps against your neck, her lips trailing along your skin, her teeth nipping at your throat. “God, you feel so good,” she panted. You were moaning from the skin on skin contact and the feel of your most intimate parts together. “you feel good- ah!”

“Yeah?” Rachel panted, her lips against the sensitive skin of your neck. She loved the way you responded to her touch, her body, the way you sounded, and she wanted more, needed more.

“Just ‘good?’” she teased, lifting her head so she could look down at you, a cocky little smirk on her face. “Better than your boyfriend?”

that made you scoff in amusement.

“fuck. he’s not even close to this..”

Rachel couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that spread across her face at your words. “Yeah?” she panted, her hips grinding against yours, drawing out a low moan from her as well as you.“You seem pretty sure about that” she teased again, her lips trailing along your collarbone, moving lower down your chest.

“completely.”

Rachel’s lips curled into a satisfied smile at your words, her tongue coming out to trace a trail down your skin, kissing just above your left breast.

“Good,” she murmured, her voice low and thick with need. “I don’t want you thinking about him. I want you to think about me. Only me.”

“you got it..”

Rachel’s voice was ragged as she panted and her breath hot against your skin, her body moving against yours in a slow, steady rhythm.

“That’s my girl,” she murmured, her lips moving back up to your neck, her teeth gently nipping at the soft skin. “I want all of you just for me.”

“all yours mama..”

Rachel’s breath caught in her chest at your words, your voice sounding like sweetest music to her ears. She loved how you called her “mama,” the way it sounded coming from your lips.

“Damn right, you are,” she panted, her lips moving against your neck, trailing along the sensitive skin. “All mine, my good girl.” you gripped her body tightly, her petite form over yours.

Rachel’s body moved against yours, her petite form moving over you, pinning you to the bed. She could feel your hands grasping at her, your fingers digging into her skin, and it only increased her need for you.

She was completely focused on you, on your body, your voice, the way you responded to her. She wanted to make you feel good, wanted to make you completely come undone for her. And no way were you gonna deny her. “ah.. yeah.. fuck you feel so good.”

Rachel’s breath caught in her chest as you spoke, your voice a low moan, the words a mix of a gasp and a prayer. She loved the way you were falling apart for her, the way you were losing yourself in pleasure. “Yeah?” she panted, her own breath coming out in deep, ragged gasps. “You like that?”

“uh huh..” your voice was strained, she felt too good.

Rachel could feel you falling apart beneath her, your body quivering under her touch, the sounds of your whimpers and gasps like music to her ears. She knew that she had you right where she wanted you, on the edge of falling apart, and she wasn’t about to let you fall just yet.

“Say it again,” she panted, her lips against your neck. “Louder.” “you feel good mama..” your voice was whiney now

Rachel’s heart skipped a beat at your words, the way you said her favorite nickname, the way you sounded so desperate and needy. She could feel you squirming under her, your voice needy and whiney, and she loved it, loved how you sounded, how you were completely falling apart for her.“Good girl,” she managed to gasp, her voice ragged and low. “That’s it, baby.”

You knew she was close, she hadn’t cum yet from your mouth and she was for sure sensitive. you were almost there yourself, the feeling of her was overwhelming, you could cum just from the sight of her alone.

Rachel could feel her body starting to tense up beneath you, her muscles clenching and her breath coming in short gasps. She was close, the pleasure building and building, and she knew she was right on the edge, but she didn’t want to let go, not yet, not until she had you right there with her.

Her hands clutched at your hips, her nails digging into your skin as she panted heavily, her eyes fixed on you, taking in your every expression, the way you were responding to her. “You look so damn good,” she gasped, her voice ragged. “I’m right there babe…” you were dizzy. you had to feel her cum, to hear those gorgeous sounds of hers. “Cum on me… please..”

Rachel couldn’t take it anymore, the way you were pleading with her, your voice desperate, the sight of you all too much for her to handle. It pushed her right over the edge, and she cried out, her body shuddering. You followed suit, pornographic girly moans filled your dorm room.

Rachel was completely unraveled, every muscle in her body tensed as she orgasmed, her cry of pleasure sounding loud in the room. She collapsed on top of you, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. you laid there as she lowered my leg down and collapsed onto you. Rachel was still trembling as she settled on top of you, her body pressing against yours, her breath hot against your neck as she gasped for air. She lay there for a few moments, her body boneless and relaxed, her mind still fuzzy with pleasure.

Eventually, she lifted her head, her eyes meeting yours, a soft, satisfied smile on her face. “Damn,” she panted. “That was… wow.” “mm. yeah.” you managed, eyes meeting hers.

After a minute of you two admiring each others spent forms you sat up and reached for your phone on the bedside table. Rachel watched you, a soft smile still on her face. She lazily sat up as well, her body still feeling boneless and relaxed, completely sated.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her tone slightly breathless but curious.

“i’m cancelling the date with him.”

Rachel's expression shifted as you spoke, her lazy smile shifting into a smirk. She scooted closer to you, her eyes on the screen of your phone, watching as you cancelled the date.

“Good," she purred, her tone smug. "I don't want to share you with him. He doesn't deserve you."

“i know.” Rachel's smirk widened as you agreed with her, her hand coming to rest on your thigh, her touch possessive. “You're mine," she said, her tone possessive. "You're not going to see him again, right?"

“right.”

Rachel's smirk softened into a satisfied smile at your response, her hand giving your thigh a squeeze of approval. “Good," she murmured, her voice almost possessive. "I'm glad you're finally realizing you're better off with me."

“i’m a dumbass.” you admitted. knowing there were many good reasons why rachel didn’t like him.

Rachel chuckled softly at your confession, her hand still on your thigh, her touch soft.

“Yeah, you kinda are." She teased, her voice affectionate. "But you're my dumbass now, so you don't need him. I'll take care of you."

“Corny.”

“You love me.”

[therobinswayne]

marauders variants

im doing this again because ive become increasingly obsessed w how all of us can easilly have entirely different ideas of these charachters bc of the nature of the marauders fandom. so here's some variants and why i think they're similar!

james potter

ferris bueller (ferris bueller's day off) - cocky, larger than life, popular and beloved by younger kids at the school, thinks he can get away with anything, manages to be charming through all this

peter parker (the amazing spider man) - goofy, willing to fight for what's right, has a sunny vibe despite anything negative going on

anthony bridgerton (bridgerton) - protective of his family, charasmatic, kind of a playboy but also an intense loveryboy at the same time

sirius black

rachel green (friends) - kind of spoiled but wants to grwo, self-absorbed and confident in himself, loyal friend who loves his people

jamie tartt (ted lasso) - egotistical, emotionally stunted, but at the core of all that kind of emotionally stunted and hopeful to learn

daring charming (ever after high) - bit of a shithead, flirts with anything that moves, doesn't realize that he's kind of a dick to his younger sibling

remus lupin

chandler bing (friends) - uses humor as a self-defence, self depricating, charismatic

steve rogers (captain america: the first avenger) - brave and loyal to the point of self-sacrafice, generally really nice but has a wicked temper you'd never guess

stanley uris (it) - considered the smart one of a rowdy friend group, actually just as bad as the rest of them

peter pettigrew

penelope featherington (bridgerton) - unassuming and sweet, but actually has a crazy pen and will rip you to shreds if he wants to

mike hanlon (it) - sweetheart, committed to his ideals, will do anything to keep things good

nate shelley (ted lasso) - feels a bit underappreciated on a whole, wicked quick, strategic mastermind

lily evans

lucy gray baird (the hunger games: a ballad of songbirds and snakes) - sweet and kind to all, but has a firey side if you cross her, can't win her trust back once you've lost it

hazel levesque (heroes of olympus) - lovely, small in stature, absolutely could kill you but choses kindness

amelia pond (doctor who) - adventurous, hardheaded, won't be told what to do

marlene mckinnon

robin buckley (stranger things) - chaotic lesbian, motormouth, band kid

darcy olsson (heartstopper) - overcomensates for her insecurities with humor, refuses to be talked down to or made small

karen karen (daisy jones and the six) - badass rocker, stubborn, won't change herself for anyone

mary macdonald

cher horowitz (clueless) - well-meaning, a little ditzy but she's got the spirit, wants to help people in any way she can

britta perry (community) - stubborn when she believes she's right, knows her worth, sure of herself

elle woods (legally blonde) - kind-hearted, believes in herself completely, even if she's ditzy in a common sense way, she's got crazy knowledge of hyper-specific things

alice fortescue

robin scherbatsky (how i met your mother) - badass, cool as hell, "cool girl", raised by just her dad and knows how to fight

kat stratford (10 things i hate about you) - angry girl, hates all men except her dad and her boy, extremely judgy music snob

eloise bridgerton (bridgerton) - funny as hell, will not tolerate you if she doesn't like you, incredibly nosy about everyones business

dorcas meadowes

nancy wheeler (stranger things) - preppy, has a badass side that comes out when her people are in danger, vary much a "good girl"

rory gilmore (gilmore girls) - academic weapon, big pop culture girlie, needs coffee to survive, accidentally toxic in her relationships

tara lewis (heartstopper) - big ball of anxiety, overachiever, but proud of herself and has a big heart

pandora lestrange

pheobe buffay (friends) - funky, kind of a hippie, seen as weird, has strong moral principles, makes her own jewelery

daisy jones (daisy jones and the six) - unpredicatble, wild, flower power lover, has an indescribable but extremely lovable quality to her that makes her an it girl even tho shes weird

rachel dare (percy jackson and the olympians) - has seer powers, artist, constantly has paint on her clothes

emmeline vance

eponine thenardier (les miserables) - bitchy as a defence mechanism, eldest daughter complex like it's her goddamn job, secretly a lovergirl but she'll never tell

annabeth chase (percy jasonson and the olympians) - competitive, needs to prove herseld, can NOT turn down a challenge, architecture nerd

monica gellar (friends) - absolutely will break down if she doesn't win literally everything, compulsive need to keep things clean, will absolutely beat a bitch up if she's angry, insecure

regulus black

christina yang (grey's anatomy) - fiercely ambitious, will not be swayed, dark and twisty, crazy competitive, knows he's better than all these bitches around him

paris gellar (gilmore girls) - hot headed, loyal friend even if his friendship is hard to earn, has no problem with quick and calculated revenge

michelle jones (mcu spidern-man) - quiet, pessimist but is more of a disappointed optimist that doesn't want to be disappointed again, always spectating those around and keeping stock of everything he sees

evan rosier

jason mendoza (the good place) - sweet, excitable, kind of dumb but extremely lovable

joey tribbiani (friends) - playboy, very comfortable in his sexuality, goofball

peeta mellark (the hunger games) - resourceful, very sweet with a protective streak, kinf of a skill money

barty crouch jr

dennis reynolds (it's always sunny in philadelpha) - categorically a bad person but knows it and doesn't care, kind of a sociopath

jeff winger (community) - liar all the time, well-aticulate and uses it to his advantage, total fuck boy, would fuck any of his friends if they were down

peter maximoff (x-men movies) - kleptomaniac, can't sit still for the life of him, a little bitchy

frank longbottom

chidi anegonye (the good bplace) - anxious, bookish, constantly worried about eveything, doesn't want to hurt anyone ever

grover underwood (percy jackson and the olympians) - friendly, loyal to a fault, environmentally concious king

ben hanscom (it) - has a terminal case of loverboy syndrome, sweetheart, architecture nerd

benjy fenwick

andy dwyer (parks and recreation) - childish, goofball, well-meaning and lovable, kind of an ass sometimes

nick nelson (heartstopper) - protective, sunshiney, that friend that feels like he can't share his problems despite being there for everyone else's problems

jake peralta (brooklyn nine-nine) - always joking, like to the point that he can't take shit seriously, but is also the most supportive friend, investigative as hell, can put things together quick

xenopehlius lovegood

luna lovegood (harry potter) - this is kind of a copout ik but i really feels like luna and xeno are so similar, spacey, kind fo an outsider, oddball, believes weird thigns no one else has heard of

alice (alice in wonderland) - gullible, easy to convince of anything, loves exploring, hard to get to focus

enjolras (les miserables) - fierce believer, gets offended when other people don't believe what he does

aurora sinistra

ayda aueegfort (fantasy high) - autistic as hell, academic for teh sake of academia, desperate to learn

patricia johnson (nerdy prudes must die) - not tactille, has a hard time talking about her emotions

adaine abernant (fantasy high) - will defend her friends until literal death, fuck you

charity burbage

eleven hopper (stranger things) - sweet, well-meaninf, staunchly lawful neutral, will stick to her rules to the end of time but its so hard to figure out what her rules even are

rapunzel (tangled) - natural explorer, constantly wandering, loves nature and art, constantly learning new hobbies

katniss everdeen (the hunger games) - will never change her first assumption unless she absolutely has to, very quick to distrust you if you even kind of slight one of her friends

sybil trelawney

riz gukgak (fantasy high) - insomniac, NEEDS to know what's going on, nosy investiagtor

abed nadir (community) - can slip into different masks really well but generally doesn't because she's pretty comfortable with herself

sherlock holmes (sherlock bbc) - always investigating, terrible with social cues, people HATE her ass for knowing so much about them

[hayleythesugarbowl]

CHANDLER HCS PLEASE 🙏😭 i know you have some pretty popular Joey hcs and i would love some for Chandler Bing i love him so much thank you in advance

chandler bing x reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • f•r•i•e•n•d•s masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: happy to give you the chandler content you deserve. i imagine this to take place in s1. hope you enjoy!! 💌🍒

edit!! i changed the picture because i found a more aesthetic one lol but same post 😌

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dating chandler would include…

so when he first saw you he thought you were way out of his league 

but joey convinced him to ask you out 

and you found his awkwardness adorable 

but you had to say ‘yes, I’ll go out with you’ a few times before he believed you 

‘are you sure? because don’t worry if you’re rejecting me, i’m good at this part.’

he took you to an aquarium for your first date because he had free tickets

(‘you know, i’ve never really seen the appeal of these things. i mean, do you think in another world fish go pay to see us walk around in our homes?’ you laughed at that.)

and one of the tanks broke and soaked you both

after giving you his jacket and walking you back to your apartment he said:

‘let me guess, you’ll call me?’

‘what? you think one wet, fishy date is going to stop me from seeing you again?’

‘from your tone im guessing no, in which case I’m thrilled and I’ll call you as soon as i get to my apartment.’

you kissed him as he stood there blushing 

and you were all he could talk about for weeks. 

he found ways to bring you up in every conversation 

‘speaking off coffee, you know (y/n)…” 

he loves cuddling with you

and watching tv in his chair together

which started because joey didn’t want anyone else siting in his chair 

he brags about you all the time to his friends

joey flirts with you whenever you go back to chandler’s apartment 

but it’s all in good fun and joey is thrilled to see chandler so happy 

chandler asks you for fashion advice constantly 

‘ok be honest: do i look like my grandmother in this?’

he gets so easily flustered like 😫 ajhfsfagajslf 

‘you’re so sexy’

‘i—you—you think I’m sexy? i mean, um, i—i just made it un-sexy didn’t i?’

he even quit smoking for you 

he needs reassurance that you love him and that he’s good enough for you all the time 

when you’re at work or he’s at work he calls you literally every hour just to say ‘hi’

he asks rachel and monica and phoebe for advice on how to please you 

you become really close with all of his friends and they love you so much 

chandler can always make you smile or laugh even on your worst days 

and he enjoys doing so

you play with his hair all the time

‘my parents? are you sure we don’t want to go see your family for the holidays?’

he said i love you first 

and then panicked that you weren’t going to say it too, as he tried to backtrack 

but you assured him that you loved him so much 

when you first started going out, he knew that he really liked you 

but as time went on he found himself falling more and more in love with you 

and that scared him 

until he realized that he was ready. that he wanted to be in a long-term relationship with you

maybe spend the rest of his life with you 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope this is what you wanted. i love writing for chandler so much. also rip matthew perry 🤍

[holylulusworld]

Gap Filler (3)

Summary: Lack of communication leads to fallout.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, Walter being a douche, break-up, mentions of break-ups, amends, angry reader, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of calling someone daddy (nothing happens)

A/N: A short drabble to the miniseries.

Gap Filler (2)

“Baby? Y/N? Please open the door. The cactus is an aggressive beast. It tries to poke holes into my chest. The orchid, well, it won’t make it if it stays with me. You know I’m not good with soft things.”

Walter listens closely, hoping you’ll open the door and let him explain things to you.

“Go away,” you growl on the other side of the door. “I don’t want you anywhere near me!”

He sighs deeply. “Y/N, I know I fucked up big time, but please believe me, I love you. Rachel doesn’t mean anything to me. I lied to hurt you.” He sniffs. “I know it was stupid and selfish of me. It’s just… a woman left me for a job before.”

“Do not use your broken heart crap to excuse that you broke my heart!” You kick the door and curse his name. “Now get off my lawn.”

Walter chuckles. “Uh—your doormat is green, but I don’t think it counts as a lawn.” He comments as you throw insults at him. “Please open the door,” Walter whispers now. “Your neighbor is about to call the cops.”

“You’re a cop too,” you bite back. “Get your badge out and tell them to get fucked! "Annoying assholes!”

“Baby, open the door,” he murmurs your name, pleading with you to let him in. “Do not make me raise my voice.”

You snort. “As if you’d dare to raise your voice, Marshall. I’d love to see you try, fucker!”

“Stop swearing so much in front of our baby!” He tuts. “I can still kick the door open.”

“I don’t think so,” you snort. “It’s a reinforced door. Good luck breaking your back, old man!”

“Old man?” Walter hiccups. “Last time, you called me daddy because of the gray in my beard.”

“Marshall!” You rip the door open to size Walter up. “What are you talking about? That’s not true. I’d never call you that.” Wrinkling your nose, you huff. “That’s just ewww…”

He smirks as you realize your mistake. “Hah, it worked.” Before you can close the door, he stands in the door frame, keeping you from shutting the door again. “Y/N, please talk to me. I won’t go away, and it’s your fault if the poor plants die.”

You glance at the cactus pressed to his chest and the poor orchid he’s about to strangle. “Fine, give me the plants, but you can go home.”

Snatching the orchid out of his hands, you keep an eye on Walter.

“Baby, please let’s talk. I don’t want to go home knowing I lost you forever only because I was a fool,” he murmurs your pet name and gives you puppy dog eyes.

“No, this won’t work on me any longer. You hurt me to feel better.” You angrily wipe your eyes. “You told me you want to be with Rachel because you knew this is my worst fear coming true. How could I ever trust you again, or believe that you love me, Walter?

Walter drops his head and nods. “I used your fear against you. This is unforgivable.” He feels like the worst person ever as you look at him with teary eyes. “I let my hurt pride and feelings get the best out of me.”

“That’s no excuse for abandoning and hurting me. I admitted years ago that I’m scared of losing you to Rachel if she ever comes back. And you,” you growl at him, “used it against me.”

He nods slowly. “I knew the moment your luck was more important to me than mine that I was in love with you. When I got to know that they offered a better position to you, my worst fear came true. I couldn’t bear hearing you say that you will leave me.”

“Even if I’d have considered taking the position—” you sniffle. “Do you honestly believe I would have left you? I would have asked you to come with me, if possible. If not, I’d declined their offer.”

Walter stares at you, eyes filled with unshed tears. You have never seen him cry before. Not in all the years you know him.

“Fine, close the door and give me that cactus before you kill it for real…”

Tags in reblog.

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Bleeding Hearts: Part 2

Vince Schneider x Reader

A Romeo & Juliet + Scream AU

Warnings: SMUT and a LOT of it. Angst, a lot of Swearing, Alcohol and Violence, Mild SA, a very dark fic from the darkest corners of my mind.

- Part 1 Here -

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18+ Only

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The bar was buzzing with loud music and drunken stupor, and Noah had just begun to brag to his fellow bikers about the girl he’d had some fun with outside in the back alley, and how he’d received a shiner from Vince but that Vince had come out worse.

These untruths were spurred on by alcohol and the jeers his friends let out as he continued to spin his web of lies, and he was so caught up in the moment that he hadn’t noticed Vince walk back into the bar.

The group went silent as they noticed over Noah’s shoulder, but Noah himself was none-the-wiser as Vince swiped someone’s whiskey off of a table and necked it, a furious fire in his eyes as he stared into the back of Noah’s head.

“You should have seen the bitch, she was clearly gagging for it.” Noah snickered as he lifted his beer to his lips, but before he could take a sip, he was yanked backwards by his collar and thrown across a table occupied by Rachel and Billy, spilling drinks across their laps as they jumped backwards out of their seats in surprise.

Noah landed on the ground with a crash, but quickly got up, furious and scowling.

“How fucking dare you?!” He roared over the now silent bar.

Vince beckoned for Noah to come at him, adjusting his stance as his stony expression hardened further.

“You wanna act like a big tough guy, huh? Well come and show me how tough you are, you useless fuck.”

Noah lunged towards Vince and his fist swung towards his jaw, but Vince ducked quickly and Noah flew forward on uneasy feet.

His friends caught him and quickly pushed him back towards Vince, eager to witness a fight that had been brewing for years, like chains pulled to breaking point, threatening to snap and tear through anything in their path mercilessly.

Noah swung again and missed, and this time Vince connected his own fist with Noah’s nose, a cocky grin quickly replacing his scowl as he felt the high of adrenaline seeping through his veins and he held his fist up, ready for the next hit.

Noah was fast to recover and this time ran, hunched over into Vince’s midsection, tackling him to the ground where a brawl ensued, fists and feet a blur as the men took turns hitting one another to the best of their ability.

“Enough!” The bar owner yelled, emerging from his office. The cheering patrons all hushed like school kids caught doing something bad, and the fighting in the centre of the bar having been broken up by members of staff, the two men pulled to their feet, bloodied and panting.

“Vince, I have had enough of your shit. Get the fuck out of my bar and take your shithead friends with you.”

Vince grinned at him through a split lip and marched victoriously towards the exit, before promptly turning and looking menacingly back at Noah who gathered his things from the table, a face as sour as lemon.

“You better watch your fucking back, because if I catch you anywhere near me, that girl or the bike club, I’ll rip your goddamn throat out, you got me?”

Noah scowled back at him across the room and Vince left, his cocky grin never faltering as he made his way home for a beer and no doubt, an entire pack of cigarettes.

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You didn’t dare tell your mom what had happened.

Despite being a grown woman, you knew she’d worry and you hated it when she did, so you covered your neck with you hair and snuck up the long staircase quietly in the hopes she’d be in bed already.

Much to your lack of luck, you’d forgotten how early it was still.

Your mom emerged from her bedroom, and you jumped out of your skin.

“Fuck! Mom, you should know better than to jump out like that!” You groaned.

Your mom stifled a laugh as she mumbled an apology under her breath.

“Didn’t expect you home so soon, you scared me!” She defended herself.

“Sorry.” You groaned, shuffling towards your childhood bedroom turned guest bedroom.

“Had a bad night?” She asked as she followed, leaning against your door frame.

“No it was fine, uneventful.” You lied as you turned and smiled sheepishly at her.

She nodded slowly, suspiciously, but she knew better than to pry. “Okay sweetheart. Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

You said goodnight and as soon as she closed your door, you let out a breath. Moving over to your dresser you pushed your hair over your shoulder to inspect the small cut on your neck.

It really was tiny, but you flinched when you touched it and wondered if it would leave a scar.

Sighing, you dragged yourself into your en suit bathroom and undressed, hoping a shower would wash away the horrible experience you’d had, and the dirty feeling of having been touched by that man.

As you stood under the hot stream of water, you couldn’t help but think about the way Vince, someone you’d barely acknowledged or cared existed, had saved you. You thought about his expression and how his deep voice echoed angrily through the alleyway. You couldn’t deny the way it made you feel, even for just a brief moment, and when he walked you home, how soft he was with you, it began to make you question if you really knew him.

You knew Vince was forbidden fruit, you knew your mother would flip her lid if she ever found out what had happened tonight, and she wouldn’t even be grateful to Vince for saving you, she’d just be furious he was even nearby.

Countless times growing up she’d refer to him as “That boy” or “that poor child”, but as you grew older, any time his or his family’s name came up in conversation, your mom’s face would grow stony and she’d give you a look.

A look that you knew not to challenge, a look that said it all so she didn’t have to.

So you always steered clear of Vince, and to be honest you never gave it a second thought. You knew she had a good reason to be weary of them, to hate the idea of you near them, but you had never spent more than a couple of minutes in his proximity before, and now that you had you felt yourself questioning whether he really was such a bad person after all.

You dragged yourself to bed and you struggled to fall asleep that night, as you replayed the nights events in your head, over and over and over.

—————————A week passed before you bumped into Vince again, and it was in the most unexpected place.

Your mom had asked you if you’d wanted to go to the farmers market to pick out some apples for pie, and you thought it could be nice to get out of the house for a while.

You trailed just behind her as you browsed stalls for candles and honey and all sorts of random assortments to fill the house with now that you were back.

Something caught your eye in the distance, a bright light that flickered annoyingly against your retina and you looked up to find the source.

You were surprised to see Vince leaning against a picnic bench down at the end of the field, his zippo lighter angled perfectly to reflect the bright winter sun in your eyes to catch your attention.

He grinned at you and lifted his hand ever so slightly to mimic a half-hearted wave.

You nodded at him and forced back a grin, quickly averting your attention as your mom turned to you.

“Hey what do you think about ravioli for dinner tonight?” She mumbled as she held up a bunch of spinach and shook the dirt off.

“Sounds good to me.” You assured her and she turned back with a smile to continue her shopping.

You looked back over to the bench and your heart stuttered disappointedly when you realised it was now empty. You looked around, trying to be inconspicuous but to a trained eye you were very obvious, scanning the crowd for the man who looked so shockingly out of place in a sea of linen and sun hats.

You turned back to your mom with a sigh, trying to hide the disappointment on your face as you pretended to inspect bars of handmade soap.

A few minutes later and another flash of light blinded you, this time you eagerly lifted your head towards it and a smile crept onto your lips when you found Vince at the end of it, this time wedged between the canvas of two stalls.

He beckoned for you to follow him, and you knew it was probably a bad idea, so you were surprised when you found yourself telling your mom you had to use the bathroom.

You walked through the crowded field towards the two stalls and watched as Vince sunk back behind them.

“Hi.” You grinned as you followed, the canvas hiding you from the world outside.

“Hey.” He smiled back, towering over you.

“What did you do to your lip?” You noticed the cut that had began to heal.

“Ah nothing. You should see the other guy.” He joked, eliciting a chuckle from you.

“So…”

“Yeah, I just… wanted to see how you were doing, after the other night?” He asked, suddenly awkward despite his previously cocksure attitude.

“I’m okay, thanks to you.” You breathed out an awkward laugh.

“Good… how’s your neck?” His hand lifted and suddenly you felt his thumb under your chin as he tilted it to get a better look.

“Fine.” You croaked out.

Vince’s fingers trailed down your neck over where the cut had been, a small pink scar the only evidence of that night. Your breathing caught in your throat and your hand shot out to stop him.

You took his hand and gently moved it, “Sorry…” you found yourself apologising, but you weren’t sure why and Vince’s eyes softened as he stepped slightly closer to you, your hands still floating mid air entangled between you.

“Don’t be.” His voice was suddenly real low, his face serious as he looked down at you and you felt a pang of fear - and something else - in your stomach.

His hand moved so he was cupping yours now, “I’ve never realised how pretty your eyes are before.”

You were sure he was teasing you now, making fun of you to gauge your reaction.

You cleared your throat and took a step back. “I…I should get back, Vince. My mom will come looking otherwise.”

Vince nodded, “Yeah probably for the best.” He clicked his tongue as he wrung his hands together.

“See you around?” You shot him a friendly smile as you walked back towards the opening, unsure if you even really wanted to go.

“I hope so.” He grinned, his eyes were softer than expected and you felt your stomach flutter as you turned to leave.

You made your way back out towards the booth where your mom stood browsing, and during the short walk something had changed in you.

“Hey, do you mind if I go? Bumped into a friend and they’ve invited me out for coffee.” You lied through your teeth.

Your mom smiled at you, happy you were reuniting with old friends. If only she knew. “Of course, I’ll see you at home honey.”

You hugged her and quickly legged it back towards the opening between the two tents.

Much to your relief, Vince was still there, his back turned to you as he paced, hands in his hair and clearly thinking hard about something.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” You asked breathlessly, startling him slightly.

He turned to you, confused, and eventually he nodded, a cheeky grin forming on his face.

“Where do you wanna go, princess?”

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“Here, put this on.” Vince handed you his bike helmet and you looked at it as if he’d just handed you a wet fish. You felt claustrophobic already just thinking about this heavy thing sitting and constricting your head.

“What about you?” You asked as you hesitantly held the helmet up to your head to inspect it.

He chuckled, the sound lighter than you’d expected and his eyes crinkled at the sides in a way that made you bite your cheek.

“I’ll be fine. Trust me, a girl like you doesn’t wanna be seen with a guy like me anyway.”

Vince climbed onto his shiny black Indian motorcycle with the smooth swing of a leg that looked like the most natural thing in the world to him, and you’d suddenly wondered what had happened to that old car he used to love so much.

“Hop on.” He said over his shoulder.

You gulped, and struggled onto the seat behind him, nerves settling in your stomach as you finally pulled the helmet over your head.

“Drive carefully.” You insisted, “I’m scared.”

You felt him chuckle under your arms as they tightened around him. “You’re safe with me, just lean when I lean.”

You nodded and pressed your helmeted cheek against his back as the engine roared to life and you cursed yourself for being so reckless.

Now you were cruising at a comfortable speed, and the fear had subsided substantially with every minute that passed.

You laughed loudly as Vince leaned around a corner and your adrenaline spiked, “Oh my god, this is so much fun!” You called out.

You felt him chuckle under your arms again, “See? You’re a natural. Watch this.”

The smile fell from your face as the engine revved and he picked up speed quickly, your arms instinctively tightening as he swerved around corners and the elevation slowly rose, the climbing cliffside road winding gently up the mountain.

Instead of the scream you were so sure would leave your lips, you let out a squeal, and then a cry of excitement.

Vince eventually pulled over at a picnic spot on the cliffside, a clearing with a few benches and trees, overlooking the sea.

You climbed off of the bike and impatiently tore the helmet off of your head, panting with wild hair as you stared at Vince in awe. “That was incredible.”

“You’re incredible.” He grinned, leaning his bike on the side stand before he himself leaned against a bench, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

“Why do you do that?” You asked breathlessly, smoothing your hair back into place.

“Do what?” He tapped the pack on his palm absentmindedly.

“Say nice things about me. We barely said two words to one another our entire lives, you’re meant to hate me, I’m meant to hate you, so why are you so nice to me?” You didn’t mean it as an attack, you were genuinely curious about his somewhat sudden change of demeanour.

Vince shrugged, fighting that same cheeky grin as he pretended to think, “I never hated you. I was indifferent for most of it, thought you were cute and dorky, but… never mind.”

“No, say it.” You slowly stepped towards him, arms wrapping around yourself as the winds picked up and the fading adrenaline cooled your skin.

Vince hesitated and forced back a grin as he took out a cigarette and placed it neatly between his pursed lips. He lit the cigarette and took a long drag, taking his time before he breathed out and finally made eye contact with you.

“But now I suddenly find you on my mind all the time, ever since I saw you at that bar.”

You grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you came to stand next to him, resting against the bench table.

“Pity you and I could never been seen dead together.” You murmured playfully.

Vince stifled a laugh and took another drag of his cigarette. “Yeah, your mom would freak. My mom would slap me into next Tuesday.”

You found the smile on your face slipping as you realised that he was actually right.

“Funny how no matter how old we get, their opinions still matter.” You mumbled, staring out over the ocean.

“Nah, don’t care about her opinion, I just care about what a huge pain in the ass she is when she doesn’t get what she wants.”

You rolled your eyes as you felt the familiar tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Yeah, well… I actually like my mom, so…”

Vince flicked his cigarette over the cliff edge and exhaled heavily. “Just one of the many differences between us.”

Vince turned his head to look at you, and with mere inches between your faces you could feel his breath gently tickle your nose, the smell of smoke reminding you how real he was.

Your eyes flickered between his, “So why are we here, together?”

He grinned, his eyes jumping between yours and your lips. “You tell me, this was your idea.”

Part of you wanted to kiss him, to see what all the fuss was about so you could walk away and go back to normal, the other part of you didn’t want this to end.

You stepped back and began walking to the bike, picking the helmet up and wedging it under your arm.

His eyes followed you curiously but he didn’t move from his spot against the bench.

“I wanna see what your life is like.”

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- Part 3 Here -

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@velmalav

[restinslices]

Jason and Nicky Headcanons; Coming Home To You

Plot is basically how they’d act after surviving the events of the gam. I’m gonna go based on Jazzygun’s gameplay where she got the best ending. Also I think that the characters would either be killed to keep everything a secret, or they’d be forced to be apart of a secret group like Leon Kennedy. For the sake of not ripping my heart out, imma say the latter happened :D

Jason joined the marines to find purpose in his life, so what the hell is he supposed to do when all of that is gone?

His life was already going downhill, and during 9/11 he was so stoned that he hadn’t even known what happened until a week later (Idk why my memory is saying he was drunk but whatever, the wiki says stoned)

The marines gave him a reason to keep going. It helped him straighten his life out. Now majority of his buddies are dead (I think. Pretty sure every unnamed marine died when the ground collapsed), he’s found out that there’s literal monsters roaming around, and the military is experimenting with those fuckers

Yeah, his faith is shattered. He still cares about everyone that’s still alive but that’s a fuck ton of shit to deal with

He’s glad to be home and back with you, but he’s noticeably different

I think the government would tell all of them that they can’t tell anyone or whoever they tell will get killed, so when you ask what happened, he’s just like “nothing I couldn’t handle”

I think he would slip back into old habits a little bit. He wants a moment where he’s able to relax and forget everything he’s seen

He starts smoking again and drinking

He keeps saying he’s fine but he’s clearly not the same Jason he was before

Absolutely refuses to say anything about what happened. He can’t risk you being hurt

Since he knows there’s monsters lurking, he becomes very protective of you and urges you to learn how to shoot a gun if you don’t already know how

It’d be a very noticeable shift, but once again he can’t tell you why he’s so worried about you knowing how to protect yourself

I think he’d be the best at pretending everyone is fine out of everyone in the group but that’s because everyone else fucking sucks at it

Nick was already noticeable different after the checkpoint situation

So imagine how he is now

Guilt, trauma, depression, it all comes back at him and seems like it’s never gonna leave

Also either ignore the Rachel subplot or pretend ya’ll are just close friends-

He disassociates a lot

You have to physically touch him in order to get him to snap back to reality

He smokes a lot more than he used to. He already smoked beforehand, but now he’s smoking an alarming amount of cigarettes to get his mind off things

The most he’d say about the mission is that Joey died in his arms and he saw Merwin die

You gotta help him take care of himself

He just doesn’t have the energy to do anything most of the time

I can see him becoming very clingy

You’re one of his comfort people, so he wants to be around you

He doesn’t talk. He just sits with you, listening to you talk or whatever you have on the tv

He wants to tell you so badly. It’s always on the tip of his tongue and it kills him that he can’t warn you about how crazy the world is

Definitely has nightmares

You say he can sleep in your room and at first he’s like “I’m not a charity case. I’m fine”

Wouldn’t take much convincing to get him to come to your room

Doesn’t do much sleeping though

He sees the people he love dies whenever he closes his eyes. So he just lays there, lights on, gun next to him, checking to make sure you’re still breathing

My babies. I love them so much T-T

I can do the others later if this fandom is still alive-

[allwormdiet]

Shell 4.3

In which we finally discuss the locker

Little surprised that Alec is taking the lead on this one, but pleasantly so

And yeah, here we finally get an explanation for powers and triggers and all that, or at least the foundations of it

...Also there's no way that Glory Girl triggered just because of a basketball game, that has to be a crock of shit. What's up with New Wave claiming to be the most open hero team and then coming off the shadiest? How am I trusting these people less than I trust the government capes?

I like that they make a point of reassuring her after her blunder. She couldn't have known, and they know that, and they don't hold it against her. I love these kids.

Brian seems more comfortable smacking Alec around than he does Rachel. I don't think that's a thing of not wanting to hit women, last arc he decked Vista like she owed him money. Maybe it's that Rachel intentionally provokes that reaction and Alec is just kind of a little shit? Idk

Again, I remain utterly fixated on how this is Taylor's one line, the thing she refuses to compromise on ever. I'll buy that she doesn't want outside interference from the Undersiders or other capes when it comes to the bully situation, but it's harder to do that when she never makes a move herself.

This is so. Evil. Like, the false friendship, the rotting tampons, the imprisonment. The fact that nobody who sees this play out even bothers to help her. The fact that she's trapped for hours. If that didn't give someone a trigger event, I'm not sure anything would.

Alec is actually so real for this. Like for all that he was disgusted with the story (which, fair) his disgust isn't with Taylor, it's with the fuckers who did that to her. And Brian agrees with him! Lisa is making a point of not disagreeing, even.

Oh hey, Taylor actually acknowledges her thing with anger and violent retribution. Glad she's cognizant of that, it'd be a whole situation if she wasn't tbh

Actually thank god for Alec keeping up this line of thinking, this might be the most passionate we've seen him get about anything. The runner up is like, him being annoyed he can't keep Kid Win's skateboard, and that's peanuts compared to this. Maybe he's wrong about the revenge thing but I don't know that he is, and he's definitely not wrong about the indignity that Taylor is allowing herself to suffer

I don't think this is half the lie that Taylor thinks it is. For all that she has noble intentions, and I don't doubt she'll do her best with those... I don't think Taylor's drive to be a superhero was entirely selfless. This isn't all truth and justice going on here, this is feeling strong and being appreciated by others and not being looked at like a bottom-feeder.

Wonder when she'll figure that out for herself

Get cared about idiot! Get absolutely blanketed with affection and approval from the people who would absolutely rip your bullies apart if you asked them to!

You know. I think Brian's trigger event is one of the ones I know the least about? I know the broad strokes of almost every other Undersider, but I don't think I know anything about his.

Current Thoughts

Even knowing what's coming, reading through Taylor's ordeal with the locker is so fucking heartbreaking. She could've died in there and the consolation prize she got was not worth the cost of admission, that's for damn sure. Emma Barnes is a fucking maniac for this one.

The stuff about powers and trigger events is a pretty neat concept, and I like how it kind of contextualizes most capes as being fucked up. Like, I'm thirteen years late to the party on this one, but what a fascinating fucking idea to build your superhero setting on.

Alec really shone through for me in this chapter. Maybe I relate as someone who finds it easier to get angry on others' behalf than to be angry for myself, or maybe it's just nice to see him get fired up about something. I like this kid.

...Got work and a family thing today, but I'll see if I can't slip some more updates in. I'll probably read some at least and double back with my thoughts if nothing else

[mazzystar24]

i feel like you’re the right audience for this but i’m rewatching gilmore girls and buck and eddie are so luke and lorelai coded sometimes. christopher is rory and shannon is christopher (sorry shannon i love you). ana is max medina.

BABE YOU HAVE DEFINITELY REACHED THE RIGHT AUDIENCE ISTG I THINK I MADE LIKE 167283 POSTS ABOUT THIS

Like eventhough Chris is Rory in this situation I feel like buck is more loralie and Eddie is way more luke, so like plot wise it’s the other way but dynamic and character wise DEFINITELY Luke=Eddie and loralie= buck

Like there is something about the yapper/ fond of the yapper, the one who believes in fate and the universe/ the one who thinks it’s all bs, sunshine/ grumpy, needs attention to survive/doesn’t like attention dynamic that is just RIGHT

Plus like loralie- fucked up and complicated relationship with her parents where she never felt seen by them, troublemaker when she was younger, has a tendency to make things about her/ take things personally, kinda needy and like loves attention, yapper, adhd coded in my opinion, ran away from home at a young age to then find herself in another place and build this sort of found family dynamic, emotional attachment to a jeep, has a tendency to sometimes get control freak, micromanaging mode

All of which are very buck things

And Eddie is so luke for obvious reasons like the sort of need to kinda drag things out of him a little more, endlessly fond and supportive, would rather die than talk about his feelings, like just that sturdy energy idk

And rip Shannon but I have mixed feelings about you and you do fit the Christopher role: like left their kids with no contact✅technically has like a reason of being young scared etc but still went NO CONTACT WITH THEIR CHILD✅ their love interest romanticises their relationship eventhough in reality it’s not a good relationship ✅

Also omg Rory as Chris just works so well cos it’s like that smart beyond their years and supportive energy (cough cough both had a player era too)

I see your Ana as max and I raise you Tommy as Rachel, nothing overtly wrong but they’re just not the right person (if he has the Rachel send off I’d die of joy)

TAYLOR IS JASON (digger) LIKE THE SAME ENERGY OF BEING A BIT COLD AND CLOSED OFF AND SHIT AND THEN BETRAYING THEIR TRUST BY HURTING THEIR FAMILY - actually depending on how Tommy goes his personality also fits Jason too like the kinda closed off energy works

Marisol is Nicole cos Nicole pisses me off 🙄 (like we haven’t seen Marisol enough for me to hate her but you know what edy made me hate her because seeing her face and hearing her voice actually physically makes me vomit) but like lbr personality of a wet towel, underdeveloped, moved very quickly then moved back then moved quick again then imploded

Omg tho if we get any form of luke and loralie build to buddie I would love it like I made a post before about the “I feel like I’m never gonna have it- the whole package” “you will” “you don’t know that, how do you know that” “ I just do” conversation but also the luke and loralie first kiss would be so scrumptious for buddie

I’m gonna shut up now cos I feel like I yapped too much but yes I love you sm because you absolutely clocked me right with this ask

[bluefox4]

<Look, I don't know, all right?> I yelled. <I don't know. I don't know what to do. I don't have any magic answer.> <Jake, you're supposed to be our fearless leaser,> Marco said. I swear, I almost lost it right then. If we'd both been in human form, I might have punched Marco. <I never said I was anyone's leader! I never asked to lead anything. Why do I have to know the answers? You don't, Marco. You don't, Rachel.> <Oh, man,> Marco groaned. <Jake, you can't lose it, man. We need you.> I was about to say something very rude when Cassie interrupted. p. 149

The pressure has been building on Jake throughout this book and he needed to let those emotions out. He has repeatedly said how he has to keep himself together because he is the leader. He didn't mention the visions in the first place because he couldn't be seen as losing it.

And here he is losing it. Marco isn't helping. He could have meant his first comment as a joke and didn't realize just what a button he was actually pressing. He also makes the mistake of backing off. Jake clearly needs a little time to collect himself.

Cassie interprets to try to get Jake to calm down and not say something that he will regret. To defuse the situation a bit but...

I was about to say something very rude when Cassie interrupted. <Something has been bothering me. Why is Jake the only one who had those flashes? We all exist in both places at once, right? So why is he the only one who had jungle hallucinations?> The question hit me like a sledgehammer. Of course. It made no sense. I should have seen it. Should have, should have, should have! There were too many should haves! p. 149

She also stepped onto a land mine. I'm glad that she asked because why has Jake been the only one to have these flashes. But at the same time, for Jake it just highlights how there was yet again something that he missed. Something important that he overlooked. And he is beating himself up over it. Things that he couldn't have realized would cause problems because he didn't have the information at the time.

Ax! I remembered asking him if there was some other way to get back, I remembered the way he avoided answering. <Ax? What do you know that you're not saying?> <What do I know?> he answered evasively. <What do you know . . . or guess?> <Prince Jake, as I said, I know very little about Sario Rips. I was preoccupied by - > <Ax. You call m your prince. Fine, I'm your prince. So answer my question.> <Prince Jake . . . it's possible that you are . . . I mean, it's possible that you are the only real person here. The rest of us may only be memory.> I felt a chill. <What are you talking about?> <We may not actually be here. Not really. I mean, yes, we were here in one time line, but that time line was later erased.> <Erased? Who erased this time line?> <You, Prince Jake. It is possible that only you will escape from this time line. You may go back, alone, and alter everything, so that none of this ever really happens.> <Is it just me, or is this truly insane?> Marco asked. <Ax, how would I be the only one to escape this time line? We think the way to get back to our own time involves repeating the Dracon beam accident that caused the Sario Rip. Right?> <Maybe . . . Prince Jake, that may not be the only way,> Ax said. <There may be another way. I didn't want to say anything because I wasn't sure. And - > <Hey!> Tobias interrupted sharply. p. 150-151

Goddamn it, Tobias! Ax was about to reveal something important. I know what he interrupted for was important too, but I was about to get some answers.

But this is very interesting. And explains why Jake is the only one that has had any visions: he is the only real one here.

Can't blame Marco for calling this insane. That's not a thing anyone wants to think about; not being a real person.

But that was a lot of information about what the Sario Rips can entail.

[my-taintedheart]

Double Exposure rant ahead!!

Read at your own risk because I typed a LOT..

As someone who got early access to the first 2 chapters, I’m so disappointed that they are trying to ruin a ship (pricefield) that has been around for almost an entire decade and trying to rip them apart. They said they were ‘going to respect both endings’ but I don’t think ‘we broke up or she died’ is respecting both endings considering Max didn’t sacrifice a whole town of people for the girl she loves just for Chloe to break up with her via letter? like that is not the Chloe we know.

The fact that they’re trying to force so many relationships onto Max such as; Amanda (even after we friend zone her EVERYBODY keeps on talking about how much she likes us, basically guilt tripping Max), Vinh (almost every dialogue we have with him includes at least one choice of flirting with him, there was even a choice to ‘be sexy or not be sexy’ when he said drinking at work was sexy??? like what?) and last but not least Safi (I haven’t seen much flirting with her but it is obvious that deck nine is trying to ship them together in a desperate attempt to take our attention away from the fact we waited 9 years for an ‘After the storm’ Max and Chloe game where we can see their struggles and how they push through them together because they love each other, just for them to release another cash grab game that in my opinion was kinda rushed..)

Also, I have no idea what they’re trying to do with Chloe. Like what on earth do you mean that she jokingly suggested a threesome with her, Max and some random guy?? that is NOT the Chloe we know considering the Chloe we know had almost every page in her diary in ‘Before the Storm’ about Max and: how much she missed her, wanted her back and just wanted to be little kids with her again. Um, also what is it with Chloe and Victoria FLIRTING on the posting app on Max’s phone?? Get this off her timeline because in what universe would Chloe EVER consider Victoria a love interest? Like yeah maybe they’re friends, bonding because of the storm but they in my eyes could NEVER be more than that considering all the stuff they say about each other and how much they hated each other.

I’m just saying I saw that little ‘Chloe was thinking about Rachel’ cameo, I know she loved her but DAMN Max sacrificed a town full of people for Chloe. No offence but the least she can do is miss the girl that cheated on her for whatever reason in private?? Please leave Rachel and her constant haunting dialogue behind, I don’t need to hear about Rachel one more time it’s not nostalgic it’s just irritating..

I miss DONT NOD Entertainment so much!! They actually were the peak of pricefield and deck nine is just ruining it, Max and Chloe literally promised to not leave each other— who ever that writhe that letter breaking up with Max was definitely NOT Chloe..

I don’t even count this as a Life is Strange game because what on earth is happening in it??? Max’s diary, the art style the relationship between Max and Chloe (or the lack of it), the forcing multiple love interests on Max when all we wanted was Chloe and Max. I loved the first Life is Strange game mostly because of pricefield but another factor is how there was perfect balance of drama, it didn’t feel forced unlike Double Exposure.

If you’re going to make another cash grab game, put some effort into it?? Milk your cash cow better because the only thing that’s remotely ‘Life is Strange’ about this game is the fact that they’re riding on Max’s name.

[scullygazer]

Hi everyone! I never really post fic on here ever but I signed up for the AO3 bingo and I *think* I may have something for my first square 😊

This is "Crack Treated Seriously"

Tagging: @ao3tagbingo

Cutting it Close

10:57 AM- Fox Mulder's apartment

"Morning, Scully" Mulder said as he let her in and she quickly walked past him the moment he opened the door

Scully sat on the couch and let out a huge sigh "Good Morning, Mulder"

"Hmmm... judging by the way you walked in and were so quick to sit down, I'm not sure how "good" this morning is for you" he said, both with a smile and some concern.

He then noticed something different. Scully was in a typical casual Sunday outfit for a morning that she hadn't attended church with her mother. Jeans, a purple sweater... and a bucket hat???

What was this? Not Scully-like, for sure.

She must have sensed his confusion. Or the fact that he was staring at the top of her head and barely moving his eyes.

"Okay, you're probably thinking 'why the hat'" she said softly

"It's nice" he said "I've just never seen you wear one before like that. I had no idea you even owned a bucket hat."

"It's a long story" Scully began to explain...

The Previous Saturday, 3:32 PM

"Come on, aunt Dana, your hair is pretty! I wanna play with it!"

Scully had been babysitting for over four hours. Her energy battery, despite three cups of coffee and one Diet Coke, was nearly empty.

"Alright, Rachel" she replied slightly reluctantly "go ahead" she said as she squatted down and then sat on the floor while 4-year old Rachel sat on the couch behind her with her "Aspiring Hairdresser" kit next to her. It consisted of a hairbrush, a comb, a few ponytail holders and some hair clips. "Simple and safe enough", Scully thought.

Rachel began with the brush.

"Be gentle, Rach." Scully said, kindly. She wasn't one to want to crush a child's dreams but Ouch, she could feel that brush ripping through her ginger bob.

"I'm sorry, auntie Dana"

"It's okay, sweetie" she reassured her with a slightly pained smile. She was still feeling that brush even though Rachel had put it down.

What "Auntie Dana" had not counted on were the safety child scissors in Rachel's possession. She also didn't count on the fact that she was sleepy enough to get lost in her own thoughts for five minutes... enough time for Rachel to be a little creative.

Suddenly, Scully came to as she saw small chunks of red hair on her sweater. Her red hair.

"RACHEL SCULLY!!!" WHAT DID YOU DO???" Scully snapped. She began to touch the top of her head and then immediately ran to the bathroom for a look in the mirror.

Oh shit.

"Auntie Dana, I'm sorry!!!" Rachel said, beginning to cry. "Do you hate me now?"

Scully sighed. "No, I could never, Rachel. Just give me the scissors and never ever do that to anybody again ever. Promise me."

"I pwomise" Rachel said

The young girl jumped up towards Scully and Scully bent down to pick her up for a hug. She just couldn't stay mad at her. Rachel looked a little too much like she did at her age and her curiosity also was a trait the two shared.

Charlie, however... she had a bone to pick with her younger brother once he got home.

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Mulder's Apartment-

"I see" Mulder said. The story was honestly somewhat heartwarming for him. He felt Scully's pain (he even recalled Samantha doing something similar at that age with him as her "client") but the fact that even as an aunt, Scully genuinely loved her young niece so much. He knew she one day needed to be a mom. She loved kids and was incredible with them. He had also noticed that numerous times on cases. Hey, she even was gentle with the creepy ones they had encountered.

"Yeah" Scully said after removing the hat. It actually wasn't quite as bad as Mulder had expected.

"Scully" he said

She looked up at him "What?"

"You do know you're still beautiful, right? You know you're still the most beautiful woman in the world to me?"

Scully began to feel little tears form in the corners of her eyes

"I love you, Mulder" she said, grinning

"I love you too" He smiled

He pulled her in for a hug and kissed her completely bare forehead

"But do you want to see someone about this? I know a guy who is open Sundays..."

The End

A/N I refuse to accept that Charlie is estranged from the rest of the Scully family. I kind of see him as maybe being a divorced dad and having a couple kids. I want to believe (lol) he has an older son (the one who watched Babe on repeat, like Scully mentioned in "Home") and then Rachel. Writing this however makes me want to write more MSR stories with kids in them in addition to all the smut stuff I'm working on. If anybody has prompts, send them my way please and I'll love you forever 😊

[halothenthehorns]

Chapter 9: Blitz Took Rachel Shopping At Some Point

Percy wasn’t happy.

But after a very brief argument with Annabeth, he’d had to concede that it was like trying to find a red needle in a stack of mortals.

So they were heading off to Boston. Argus handed the keys over, only blinking a few suspicious eyes at them as Percy showed off his license. Percy had sadly understood the confusion, the lady before him that day had smelled way to suspicious of illegal substances and it had lingered, he looked like he was trying to smile, breathe through his mouth, and show off his teeth all at once while forgetting the question he’d just been asked. It wasn’t a face he was happy to repeat on inspection.

 Someone had repainted the buses recently to draw in more business in the wintertime. They were now bright pink, the strawberries painted all over with adorable cartoon faces, some even had googly eyes jostling in place with sunshine smiles and green hats. Percy’s promise not to crash it had sounded like a lie to his own ears as he started the engine.

At least he got to drive, as the other two made no claims.

Jason had remained silent through the ordeal of them bickering over eclairs and coffee as the bus wound its way through mid-morning traffic.

“I’m going to rip that horn out if you do that again,” Annabeth groaned from the seat behind him, still swaying from the motion of his lane change. “The Harpies don’t use it half as much as you!”

“It was a valid call ref,” Percy shrugged, nearly taking the bumper off a little hamster car with him as he swerved behind to make his exit.

Jason waited until they were through the worst of it and the green tinge to Annabeth’s face had faded, as well as her cussing out half the universe to a dull mutter, to ask, “did you guys dream last night?”

“No,” Annabeth said with a miserable frown, toying with the beads of her necklace once more. There was a red coral pendent there that looked like a real ruby flashing about. He’d almost rather she finger the hilt of her knife strapped in place, that felt less ominous. Even though Jason had never seen them before, they looked right, made her look whole again.

“Nada,” Percy agreed, though he at least sounded relieved not to have any more twisted nightmares from his ‘not dad.’

“I dreamed I was back at the Wolf House,” it felt like a confession, though it was nothing to really hide. “I saw this enormous wolf, twice the size of any of them there. She promised me I was on the right path now, but she wouldn’t offer me any help.” He kept the craziest part to himself, worried they’d tell Thalia. She wouldn't take it well if she heard him refer to some animal as his mother, but that’s what he’d felt when he looked at Lupa. The she-wolf was the closest thing to family he’d had before he’d lost himself, he’d woken up sure of it.

“I’ve heard of Lupa,” Annabeth agreed, she’d already tried to get a bit of studying on Rome’s history in, if not as much as she liked. Curse her easy proneness to car sickness or she’d still be studying now. “It’s odd she got a message to you when the rest of the gods either can’t or won’t still.” Her nails ripped up some polyester when the bus went up on two wheels to make a hairpin turn. Neither of them looked out the window to see why Percy had made that decision.

They weren’t exactly sure what park they were looking for, and it was hard to believe anyone would be waiting there in this weather that constantly spat ice and rain down all day as they searched, but when they finally rumbled into the strange town of Boston, it only took them a few hours to hunt around all of them and find them. They sort of stuck out.

Percy barely took the time to throw the bus in park, and it still skidded a few feet on the ice and rested on the sidewalk anyways as he jumped out. “Rachel!”

She was in a downy teal jacket that somehow made her startling red curls a fashionable accessory for once, and the marker littered jeans seem artful instead of erratic. She was sitting on a duck statue just out of the stormy gloom and watching a stout man intently when she whipped around and went running to meet Percy.

They collided and went down in a pile of snow and laughter from the ice, but helped each other up quickly still hugging and trying to out talk the other, Annabeth and Jason smiling all the while.

“-found myself in Pakistan,” she was explaining, still a little breathless.

“What?” Percy asked blankly.

Rachel laughed again and clapped her hands together to chase the snow out of her matching gloves. Which was strange. She never wore anything matching unless she was in her school uniform. “So glad I still get to see that confused look, book or no book. It’s the largest dam in the world. I think Oceanus was aiming for the Hoover dam? Maybe he was listening in? Honestly Percy, who can say,” she rolled her eyes and didn’t seem particularly concerned at having found herself halfway across the world. “I only just got here this morning from all the flight connections I had to make.”

“Why are you here?” Annabeth asked with polite puzzlement, still studying her first elf with deep interest more than paying attention to the two; despite the fact she had half a dozen questions ready for Rachel on such a landmark in her back pocket.

“Don’t know,” she confessed. “I was making my way towards Camp, but I just had this hunch when I was at my last terminal.” She shrugged and looked back at the two. “I found them here, and we got to talking. They seemed to guess I wasn’t just another crazy art student somehow. I’m sure you’ve guessed, this is Blitz, and Hearth.”

“I’ve got a nose for that kind of thing,” the stouter of the two agreed, his dark skin and wild black beard hiding most of his face.

“Hey man, glad you’re okay, Magnus was pretty worried about you,” Percy grinned at Hearth. “Where’d you land?”

“Some all girls school,” Blitz answered, his voice remaining gruff as he studied Annabeth. 

Rachel barely smothered a giggle as she explained, “mine, to be exact.”

“I’m going to kill that Titan,” Percy sighed. They never would have found him there!

Hearth signed something else. Not one of them had a clue what, but it didn’t look like he was offering to bring them to a taco joint as far as Percy could tell to explain how he’d wound up here next.

Then he waved his hand impatiently at them, and Blitz reluctantly seemed to ask a question that he knew the answer to as he kept studying the three of them. His voice was bleak. “Where's the kid?”

Annabeth’s tears froze in the corner of her eyes, her voice choked on nothing.

“We promised him you’d have a safe place to call home if you wanted,” Percy said. “I’m making good on that,” he gestured back to the bright bus, he’d only lost one googly eye on the ride, glad his girlfriend had a strong stomach and it wouldn’t smell like vomit, or strawberries.

The two exchanged a look, and their hopes plummeted like those stone ducks would if they were dumped in the pond even before they shook their heads.

“Please,” Annabeth stepped forward, offering out her hand. “I’m sorry, I want to explain, and we want to help you.”

“We don’t need help,” Blitz said not unkindly. “He was under our protection, and I’m glad you two got a chance to get to know each other.”

Hearth signed something and pointed at the tree. Blitz nodded and went back to studying Annabeth. “Did he die with a weapon in his hands?”

Annabeth looked down at her palm in confusion, before she shook her head.

This clearly troubled both of them more than the obvious news he was dead. Hearth signed something else, and Percy and Jason knew one of those. He was asking something about Alex.

“Alex did,” Jason said firmly. “He died protecting one of our friends.”

“Then that’s where we’ll start,” Blitz nodded his thanks and turned to walk off.

“At least come to camp for a few days, just, just so you know where to find it,” Annabeth tried, but there was defeat in her voice Percy loathed to hear.

“Oh, we’ve got our ways of finding places we need to,” Blitz assured. “You look after yourself Annabeth.”

“How did you-” but she stopped and smiled at Hearth, who nodded and waved farewell. They walked towards the tree, and then like the world bent out of shape to mess with them, suddenly the two were gone. They wanted to blame their exit on the Mist, but somehow they felt it was something else, something different than what they could even comprehend. Just like everything else about Alex and Magnus since the moment they’d met.

“They’re going to try and find him in their afterlife,” Percy said, a chill running down his spine that had nothing to do with the tree dripping ice down his jacket.

“I hope Nico’s back by now,” Jason said grimly. “We’ve got way too many people going underground when they couldn't possibly be doing it at the worst time.”

Percy put his arm around Annabeth and turned to Rachel. “Nice jacket.”

“Thanks, Blitz picked it out.” Rachel grinned. “He’s got an amazing sense of style, though according to him he’s a special dwarf.”

Nobody even blinked. It really just made too much sense at this rate. “How many days you got left for your winter break?” He asked instead.

“A week,” she said in relief. “It’s high time I get to enjoy some of it!”

“Yeah, about that,” Percy sighed as they began trudging back to the bus. Annabeth kept sniffing and looking over her shoulder, but tucked her hands into his pockets all the same. “We didn’t exactly get early parole for good behavior…”

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1985

Which fictional character can you not stand? Howard Wolowitz from The Big Bang Theory. Negan from The Walking Dead is also on my forever shitlist because of What He Did and That Thing being the reason why I stopped watching the show. While I heard the character got more and more well-liked as the show progressed, it does nothing to what I'll always feel about him haha.

What was the one subject in school that frustrated you because you just couldn’t process it? Chemistry did not and still does not make sense to me.

What’s the weirdest compliment you’ve ever gotten? I'm really bad at remembering things like this.

What is an occupation that you would like to do just for one day if you had the chance? Good question. Maybe a staff member for a K-pop group? just so my fishy ass could see who's nasty to work with behind the scenes, lmao.

What do you think people have an unnecessary stick up their ass about? Other people's choices on marriage and children. Like people just naturally probing as much as they do now is insane to me hahaha.

What common advice do you think never works? "Everything happens for a reason" is such bullshit and backhanded advice. I know you're probably looking for more action-based advice haha, but that was the first that came to mind.

What’s the best movie without a happy ending? Mmm I really like Requiem For A Dream. Grave of the Fireflies, too.

What is something you think is actually better about today’s generation? There's generally a wider list of things that are accepted or normalized now - be it mental health, gender expression, self-expression in general, no-homework policies in schools etc. We're all also very unapologetic about these things, which makes the whole situation just all the more reassuring to live in.

What movie has a worse love story than Twilight? I wanna say The Notebook? But idk I feel like I'm unfairly biased because I know I mostly think it's the MOVIE that sucks haha like the acting, the script... I guess, strictly from a story POV, 13 Going on 30 has gotta be up there in terms of weird because of the whole plot of 13 YO Jenna going after old Matt.

What seems obvious to you that doesn’t seem to be for other people? That they are stupid, selfish drivers.

If your partner in the zombie apocalypse was the main character of the last movie you watched, would you survive? I'd like to think so, hahaha.

What’s the worst episode of your favorite TV show? I know there's an episode of Friends where Rachel dressed up and acted like a cheerleader or something to attract Joshua or whatever, and it was just very cringey to the point that I've only seen it once, around 6-7 years ago - hence why I can't remember a single thing about it apart from the fact that I've avoided it like the plague, lol

You can pick two artists to do a song together, dead or alive, but they have to be from different genres. Who do you pick and why? I would explode if Beyoncé and Hozier ever collab.

What is something you would never buy again, even if you were rich? I can't think of anything, tbh. I don't really have serious regrets when it comes to things I buy – I guess it's a mindset you also sort of develop if you grew up a little short...that every single thing you buy has some sort of value to it, so you learn to appreciate it from whatever lens you can think of, even if it objectively sucks.

Is this the worst packed meal I've ever bought? Can't bitch about it, it's food, not everyone gets to eat. Was the price of this haircut giving "You got ripped off?" It's fine, they did a great job and the hefty price tag goes to the workers anyway. Things like this.

What do you do regularly despite it being considered very unhealthy or unsafe? Vape.

What is something that most people find attractive in a person that you find unattractive? Not 'unattractive' per se but it just doesn't have much of an impact on me - knowing how to play an instrument.

Do you ever use facial masks or scrubs? Outside of Covid, I've only used masks when traveling and it gets super cold. Like in Japan - I was in a mask like 70% of the time.

What do you think of the recent trend of adult coloring books? I'm guessing this survey was made in like 2017/18 when it was a trend, haha... anyway, I loved them. I was never committed/obsessed to the point where I'd finish a whole portrait – I actually never was able to do so. I usually just covered whatever I could do for 30 minutes or so, then I'd stop. It's therapeutic and soothing, yes, but it was also quite tiring to do hahaha.

Which fictional character do you think you’d be great friends with? Rachel Green.

What would you do if you found out your toys came to life similar to Toy Story? I don't have those toys anymore, so I think I'd be thrilled to see them in like a reunion of sorts? Haha. Then I'd mostly ask them how I was as a kid.

Do you own any cook books? My dad has a number of them since he cooks for a living. :)

Is there anything that you’d like to eat right now? I'm having Yellow Cab pizza right now and am having the time of my life.

What book are you currently reading? None.

What is something that you believe in, but aren’t very outspoken about? I'm pretty outspoken about my beliefs. I'd shock myself more if I was quiet about any of them.

do you think weird it’s for someone to have never tried soda? No.

is there any foreign film you recommend? Markova: Comfort Gay.

do you have the same religious beliefs as your parents? My mom is Catholic; my dad was never openly expressive about his beliefs. He did share he used to be atheist; but now, while he does the sign of the cross at church and such, he is not even remotely as vocal as my mom when it comes to religion/faith so I don't actually know where he's at when it comes to this. In any case, I think a safe answer to this is just a simple "No."

which floor of your house/building are you on now? Second floor.

are there any maps hanging in your room? Nopes.

are you often a third wheel? or is someone a third wheel to you? Yes to the first, haha. I don't mind! As long as we're all friends, it's not something I'm actively conscious of or insecure about.

what’s the last dvd you bought? It had to be one of BTS concert DVDs, back when they still did discs. I could never get on board with their digital codes or whatever that is they want to normalize, and what's bittersweet about it is I'm willing to let go of future merch if they keep doing this.

tell me about your favorite pair of jeans. It's a baggy pair that actually belongs to my sister, but it's like seen by my family as mine now because of how frequently I wear it, haha.

would you ride a motorcycle if given the chance? (or have you?) I'd ride behind someone, but would never be the driver.

is your hair healthy? Hard no. Some salon killed it rebonding it when I was around 12/13 and it was never the same after.

if a hotel offered free breakfast in bed, what would you order? Eggs Benedict and iced coffee.

how often do you take a train? Never.

what’s your favorite led zeppelin song? I'm not sure if I have one...I don't think so.

does your home have a balcony/deck/porch? We have a balcony (since renovated to be an additional bedroom) and a rooftop.

what does your closet/wardrobe say about you? That I need to shop more! I recently threw out like 60% of my clothes so now there is a bit of space and is looking a little sad haha.

do you enjoy theatre? No.

how would you feel about traveling abroad alone? In theory it seems fun, but realistically I'd only be willing to do it if everything was already lined up or organized for me, lol.

who would you call a lyrical genius? RM, Suga, and G-Dragon come to mind.

how do you treat yourself? Usually through food :)

do you have an interesting passport? No. In fact it is a very weak passport, nothing about it is interesting lololololol

are you going to pursue a career according to what you enjoy? I did.

who supports you financially? My parents and myself.

if you wanted to go to the movie cinema, how would you get there? I'd drive.

how many pillows are on your bed? Two.

do you prefer being awake after everyone goes to bed or before they get up? Whatever, I don't have a preference.

do you know much about feng shui? (do you use it?) I know about it since being Filipino is unfortunately inextricably linked to Chinese culture. No, I don't observe it nor believe in it.

how would you make friends in a quiet class? If other people are quiet then I'll just go about my own business. No use socializing with people who don't have plans to reciprocate the energy haha.

what’s your favorite spot to read? On the couch.

did you know that buddha is not considered a god to buddhists? Yes.

do you save tickets from movies, etc.? Sometimes, if the screening has some level of significance to me.

when’s the last time your bedroom was painted/wallpapered? A little over two years ago.

teach me something in another language. "Ang haba naman nito." means "This is long" but with a bit of a passive-aggressive calling-out/complaint tone, and is what I currently feel about this survey HAHAHA

who knows the most about you (besides yourself)? Probably Andi.

do you have a nervous habit? (e.g. biting nails, tapping feet, smoking) Peeling my nails. In extreme situations, I'd pull my eyelashes.

how’s your favorite pro sports team doing lately? I don't follow any.

would you be/are you a good role model to a younger sibling? I don't think so, but I also don't really try to be. At this point I just try to be the cool older sibling who is chummy with my sister's friends, or drives my sister wherever she needs to be, or offers her drinks and such.

[oopsyoufoundme]

If she hadn’t deactivated and said all this and explained herself then I don’t think this would get to the situation it is (but that’s purely MY opinion)

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hi again the deactivation was at my recommendation and also the recommendation of her therapist and she wouldn’t have been able to clear things up herself because of how bad things got after elizabeth did the hate page and put the blame on her.

now for all those going to spam your inbox about who elizabeth is, she’s some 35-36? year old doctor from boston and she was behind the hate page on rachel. her and lilah ended things last october and when i tell you that i have never seen her that emotionally torn up, i’m not exaggerating. she pretty much was acting like someone ripped a limb off, barely talked to me or anyone for months and she cried for a majority of the time.

one thing about her that people don’t know because they don’t know her at all just this “persona” online, is that she is very passionate and loyal. when people even show an ounce of kindness to her she reciprocates instantly and that is indeed a flaw of hers that she’s working on with therapy as well. but whenever these connections she makes break, she scrambles to try and well preserve it or redeem herself in it.

she always takes fault for every little thing even if it isn’t her responsibility or doing, i never understood this but this is how she is. she always puts others before herself. she’s hardly ever had time for herself. no one knows any of this because like i said no one knows or cares to know about her and i’m sorry i’m messaging in anon, i don’t have social media nor do i want any social media but i just wanted to clear things up officially because i know people that do have socials and they showed me all the stuff going around and i don’t like it. i don’t think anyone genuinely likes it.

right now she’s anxious like hell and she’s now on medication to help with that but yeah she’s not going anywhere and she’s not a threat to anyone. she has no intentions to show up where she’s not supposed to be. information that was in a private one on one conversation is what was posted with those screenshots.

lilah’s major flaw is she trusts too damn easily and i’ve told her myself not to be doing this shit but she’s impulsive and genuinely does not think half the time, but she is getting help and please if anyone wants to let hayden himself know she’s taken care of and nothing to worry about by all means do tell him and send him screenshots of my anon messages as “proof” by all means again please do.

she’s really freaked out by this whole thing, i’m just grateful her therapy sessions have increased and she’s offline completely

Thank you again, and I’m very sorry about all the misunderstanding going on.

I would defo text Hayden and let him know if I had a way to, but I don’t. I can ss these and send them to Emma (who apparently has Hayden’s number and is also caught up in all this) but I’m not sure if she’ll do anything seeing as Hayden’s going to/has changed his number x

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☕️ + every movie you've seen for the first time this year!

OOH that's a good one,, I have seen too many movies for the first time this year to try and do all of them though jfskn SO I am gonna go with the first ten I think of, I hope that is okay <3

Beau is Afraid - I really like Ari Aster's other two movies, and I knew this one was more divisive so I went in with an open mind. I wanted to like this movie but ehhh it just didn't do it for me. I don't think it's bad, I liked parts of it, and it's very clearly a personal passion project so I'm glad it exists on principle. but I think it dragged on a little longer than necessary and it was a little too mean-spirited to work for me the way I feel like it was meant to. still succeeds at being an absolute nightmare, just not one I find as resonant as Hereditary or Midsommar. also Aster clearly has some less than stellar opinions about homeless people.

Sunshine - hadn't heard of this movie til my mom told me about it but I really liked it! honestly it takes something a little special to get me properly invested in space movies, idk why, but this succeeds. probably because the cast is great and also the way the story events unfold is Terrifying. the way the sun is used as an unknowable terror is really cool. I'd call this movie viscerally beautiful in that, eldritch horror "so-horrible-it's-beautiful" kind of way? it's hard to explain it was just very striking to me. the third act gets a lot of flack from what I've seen and I do kinda get why, but I liked it, I don't think the twist is bad.

All My Friends Hate Me - oh baby this movie made me want to rip my skin off hgjsknfd y'know those posts that are like "horror movies have nothing on secondhand embarrassment"? well this is a horror movie about secondhand embarrassment. it's just failed social interaction after failed social interaction as the tension steadily builds and it is ROUGH. I've never hated seeing myself in a character as much as I haaaated seeing myself in Pete. if this shit happened to me I'd end up on the news. I feel like I have to Do Something to avoid this happening to me. nightmare of a movie. I liked it a lot.

Bottoms - I watched this on the plane when I went to Minnesota in April :] I wanted to see it in theaters last year and ended up missing it, and aughhh I really wish I'd gotten to see it in theaters cuz it's SO fun. so silly. absolute delight. I would like Ayo Edebiri and Rachel Sennott to star in ten more movies together please.

To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar - I adored this movie <3 it's fun and very genuinely kind, and Patrick Swayze's performance as Vida was just as phenomenal as that one post said. all three of the main drag queens were played so well, Wesley Snipes and John Leguizamo deserve praise for their portrayals, too. good movie.

Deadpool & Wolverine - I had fun! it's no masterpiece obviously and I definitely think the first two Deadpools are objectively better in terms of story and character work, but this one was very successfully fun and that's really the main thing I want from a Deadpool movie. excellent fight scenes. the opening credits were tailor made specifically for me, by the way. that was for Me-

Trap - I have seen one other M. Night Shyamalan movie in my time and it was a while ago so I can't speak on his whole catalogue, but folks who know his work better let me know what other movies of his are like Trap, cuz I enjoyed Trap. it's so fucking goofy I had a great time. nobody talks or behaves like an actual person and that's like half the charm. it's a nepotism movie to boost Saleka Shyamalan's music career and I respect that cuz it's not subtle and it's entertaining. not Amazing or anything but it's solidly fun.

Dream Scenario - the movie where Nic Cage plays a guy named Paul Matthews... strange movie!! bizarrely distressing at times. I was drunk with my bestie when I watched it so I think I'd have to watch it again to know how I really feel about it. I don't think I disliked it though. solidly surreal and interesting for sure.

We're All Going to the World's Fair - not as good as I Saw the TV Glow, imo, but still very good! very slow and quiet and somber. excellent use of its low budget. reeeeally captured that specific feeling of adolescence, holing up in your room and watching videos you probably shouldn't in the dark late at night. very "haha I did that" for me. also May Leitz was there!! which I still think is very cool. extremely niche cameo but hey I was the audience for it.

Saw - I think. that Saw is fine hgnkdmsg it's fine. it doesn't do for me what it seems to do for a lot of other people on this site, but I liked it fine. good ending definitely, the ending is probably the best part imo. that and Amanda's trap sequence, best parts. I am interested in the sequels, I don't know if I'll watch ALL of them but I'd like to dip into them at some point. I liked it fine.