#you just have to drag him there kicking and screaming

[rafecameroninterlude]

love your new theme and rafe + noncon (if your uncomfortable just ignore this)

warnings: non-con!!, ex-bf!rafe, possessiveness, breaking and entering (?), obsession, manipulation, unprotected sex

a/n: i’m so happy you love the theme, thank youuu <3 also i got a little carried away so this is a tiny bit longer than a drabble lol

“yes, i’m just so excited! i haven’t been on a date in so long..” you held your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you fixed the straps of your heels. “oh, my god, please tell me you’re wearing that one sexy dress that you keep in the back of your closet,” you laughed softly, “the dress that rafe never let me wear? yeah, i’m wearing it out tonight.” your friend squealed excitedly on the other line. “i just know you look insanely hot right now. what was that guy’s name again?” she asked. “warner. remember, he’s the one that stopped me outside when we were out for brunch?” you grabbed your purse, looking at yourself in the mirror one last time.

“oh, that’s right! okay, stay safe and tell me all the details when you get back.” she said. “i will, bye!” you hung up, making your way to the front door.. except it was already open. “warner, huh?” your heart dropped at the voice. it couldn’t be. “how did you get in here, rafe?” your voice was shaky, fear planting your feet in place. he sighed, pressing his chest to your back as he closed the door, locking it shut. “i made a spare key.” he shrugged, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “where do you think you’re going, y/n?” his chin rested in the crook of your neck.

“on a date.” his breath was hot against your skin. “no, no, i don’t think so..” he whispered in your ear, a hand coming up to wrap around your throat. you should’ve known it wasn’t going to be this easy to ‘move on’ from rafe. he made it nearly impossible for you to get through each day without a reminder. the cryptic messages, the constant deliveries and showering of gifts, it, he, was inescapable. “please leave.” you whimpered, a chill running down your spine as his grip tightened around the column of your throat. “what did i tell you about this dress?” he traced a finger down your side.

“you have to leave me alone, rafe. i’m begging.” tears started forming in your eyes. “leave you alone and then what? let someone else have you? oh, baby..” he shook his head, “i’ll die before that happens.” you screamed as he dragged you down the hallway, tripping over your feet until he pushed you onto your bed. he straddled you, taking your chin between his thumb. “look at this makeup..” he marveled at the sight of your glossed lips and shimmery eyes, “i’ve always thought you looked prettier after i ruin it.” he laid you down, breathing in the scent of your perfume.

you pushed at his chest, the action deemed useless as he didn’t budge. his nose ran across the underside of your jaw. “you know what i’ve had to do since you left me?” he pinned your thigh onto his hip, stroking the soft flesh of your ass. “i spray your perfume on my pillows so that i could still go to sleep and wake up to you everyday.” you cried, still trying to push him off. “everything was so perfect..” he pulled away, wiping a stray tear from your eye, “until you fucked it all up.” he pinned both of your hands between the valley of your breasts. “until you said i was too controlling and left.” he said through gritted teeth.

rafe locked eyes with you as he undid his belt. “no. no, don’t do this.” you tried to kick and thrash, but the weight of him didn’t let you. “shhh, i’m not going to do anything i haven’t already done.” he cupped your cheeks, taking your lips in a searing kiss. you bit his bottom lip in a poor attempt to stop him but it only spurred him on even more. “you can’t hurt me, baby.” he laughed, sliding your panties to the side. “stop!” you looked away from him, screwing your eyes shut as he forced himself into you. you gasped, your walls fluttering around the intrusion. “i don’t believe you when you say you don’t want this, you know why?” he stroked your folds, holding his fingers up.

“look at how fucking wet you are, i just slid right in.” he smeared the shiny digit against your lips. you whimpered, hating your body for betraying you in this very moment. “please, rafe.” you shuddered when you finally looked at him again, a sadistic grin adorning his face. “keep going? i am.” he groaned, his eyebrows knitting together as his jaw went slack. “fuck, i missed this pussy so much,” he hiked your dress up around your hips, his thumb now rubbing fast circles on your clit, “tell me you missed me too.” he tugged on the roots of your hair, forcing you to look down at where you two were connected.

you swallowed thickly, feeling yourself approaching your orgasm. “i missed you too.” your voice was barely above a whisper, but rafe still heard you clearly. “yeah?” he tenderly stroked the side of your voice. “yes. ‘missed you so much, ray.” your eyes rolled back as your legs began trembling around his waist. rafe’s hips stuttered, both of you clinging onto one another as you fell over the edge. tears rolled down your cheeks, your vision hazy while he spilled into you, your cunt still clenching around him for everything he had. you stared at the ceiling once rafe collapsed on top of you, running your fingers through his hair.

you two stayed like this for a few minutes before the door bell chimed. as if you snapped out of a trance, you were suddenly hyper aware of the sticky mess between your thighs. rafe got up, making his way to the front door as you laid there on your bed, legs feeling like jelly. you didn’t even want to imagine what rafe was saying to warner right now. you sighed, sitting up once rafe walked back into the room, a smug look on his face. “he won’t be coming back. let’s get in the shower and call it a night, yeah?” you nodded, allowing him to undress you. “ray?” you watched as he took your heels off, “yeah, pretty girl?” he glanced up, meeting your tear stained eyes.

“are you staying?” rafe massaged your foot, “yeah, and you’re not leaving.”

[kpop---scenarios]

Day Four: Jisung

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Warning: Just smut, you know.. smut [18+ MINORS DO NOT READ]

Wors Count: 1k

Day One: Felix | Day Two: Jeongin | Day Three: Changbin |

“Oh my fucking god, Y/N, I need some inspiration.” Han tells you over the phone. “I'm trying to work on this beat for a rap I want to do, but damn I'm having a hard time.”

“I know nothing about beats.” You start. “But I can bring you supper if you'd like.”

“Yes please. I have a feeling it's going to be a late one today.” He sighs.

With that, you hang up the phone and head over to his favorite restaurant, grabbing his favorite meal and then heading over to the JYP building.

“My savior.” Han sighs, seeing you walk in with just what he wanted.

“Any luck so far?” You ask, leaning against the mixing board.

“None.” He groans, looking over at you. He notices immediately how your skirt has ridden up your thigh, showing off more of your leg. He clears his throat, looking at the supper you brought him. You bend over, to scratch your leg, and he can't help but look back over at you just to see your slightly low cut shirt hanging down, your breasts showing.

Fuck. He wasn’t hungry anymore. He didn't even want to eat his food.

“Why aren't you eating?” You ask, looking at him, looking at you a certain way.

“Cause I'm not hungry for that anymore.” He says, slipping off his jacket. He moves the food to a different place, walking back to you.

“What are you hungry for then?” You wonder, watching him walk closer to you.

He looks at you, smirking. He grabs his chair, pushing it back and out of his way.

“You.” He says pulling you towards him. “I wanna eat your pussy.” He turns you around, bending you over the soundboard. His sudden aggression was so fucking hot. You're desperately waiting for what he was about to do. You can feel him lift up your skirt, yanking your panties down to pool them around your ankles. He takes his foot, kicking your own foot to spread your legs before he drops to his knees.

You're panting as you feel his breath so close to your pussy. You feel his head between your legs kissing your lips, gripping your inner thighs as he moves his tongue around.

“Holy shit.” You groan. In all the time the two of you had been fucking around, he had never eaten you out like this. He moves his tongue up, flicking your clit with the tip, making your knees buckle. He moves away from your clit, moving his tongue all along your folds, and to your hole, sticking his tongue in as far as he can.

“Jesus.. fuck.” You cry out, your hands trying to grip anything, anywhere on the board. You're panting loudly as he sloppily moves his entire mouth around your cunt. It was like nothing you'd ever experienced before.

He removes his mouth from you, it's cold. “Why?” You pant. “Why did you stop?” You whine.

“I want you to cum all over my face.” He says, latching his mouth back onto you. Who were you to say no?

“Just.. fucking like that.” You cry out. “Yes, yes.” You groan, your legs are shaking as his fingers dig deeper into your thighs. Your orgasm is coming on fast. He licks, and sucks you all over, you can't hold it in anymore.

“Fuck, I'm cumming.. shit I'm cumm…” You pause as it hits you, making you cry out loudly. “Oh my god.” You breathe.

You continue to lay on the soundboard, trying to catch your breath and you hear Han behind you, and the sound of him dragging the zipper of his jeans down. “Please fuck me.” You whine, already knowing full well that's what he was going to do. He leans over, laying his body on yours as his lips brush against your ear. “Make sure you're loud, baby.” He whispers before he rams his cock inside of you without warning.

“Ah, fuck!” You scream as he takes no time to ease himself into you. Instead he fucks you as hard as he can right off the bat. You're moaning so loud, you're sure the entire floor could hear you but right now you just don't care.

“That's right, scream for me. Fuck your cunt is so wet.” He spits. He moves his hand around your throat squeezing as he rams his cock into you at a quick pace. As he chokes you, his other hand grabs onto your ponytail, yanking it back, making you arch more into it, allowing him to shove his cock in deeper inside you.

“Please.. please can I cum?” You ask, his hand moves from your throat, grabbing onto your hip as he grunts, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

“Cum all over my cock baby.” He groans. With that, your second orgasm hits so hard, pulsating through your body. He lets go of your hair, you fall forward back onto the board as he uses his other hand on your other hip, holding on tightly as he works desperately for his orgasm.

“Where..fuck.” He pauses as you squeeze your pussy around him. “where do I cum?” He grunts. “You keep doing that, I'm gonna cum inside you.”

“Do that.” You pant. “cum in my pussy, fill me up with your cum.”

“so fucking hot.” He groans, digging his finger tips deep into your hips as he cums, just as hard as you, shooting his load deep inside your pussy. You both remain still for a moment, until he pulls out of you, pulling his pants. He kneels down, pulling up your panties, noticing his cum seeping out from inside you.

“Leave it in there.” He smirks as he pulls up your panties. He helps you walk over to the couch, your legs feeling like jello. “the guys will be here in 5 minutes, and that's so fucking hot to think about.” He finishes, sitting down at the board that he just fucked you on. He pushes a few buttons and the sounds of your moans play over the speakers. He grins as he turns back to look at you.

“That's the inspiration I needed.” He smiles, just as four men walked into the studio.

“What's that smell I'm smelling?” Chan asks, looking between you two. You hide your face, not knowing what to say.

“That's the smell of success, man.” Han grins.

[oreolemur]

A Toy For Bullies- Geto Suguru and Satoru Gojo Fanfic

Walking around campus during the night, you stumbled into your bully. "Well, if it isn't the weakest sorcerer in Jujustu University." His tone was condescending but with a hint of concern, "I was looking for you, you know”. You tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your arm. "Please let me go", you asked, on the verge of crying. Geto raised an eyebrow and leaned forward towards you. His breath was warm on your skin. "Don't try to walk away from me," he said. His fingers tightened around your arm, "Especially when I went through all this effort to find you”. You avoided his gaze. "What do you want?". He smirked and pulled you by your arm to sit down on a bench beside you. After making sure you were seated, he sat down next to you, his legs close to yours. His voice was low and smug. "I heard that you're planning to transfer out to a different school." Geto paused as his eyes scanned your body, "and I don't approve of that decision”. 

You quickly looked up at him with an annoyed expression, then turned your eyes somewhere else. "I wasn't looking for your approval", you said. "Well, you should." Geto replied in a smug tone, before moving his leg a bit closer to your leg. "I don't think you're strong enough to survive in the outside world." His voice was condescending yet teasing, "You're too weak and fragile and need to rely on me”. You heard him chuckle. "I'll do fine on my own", you said. "I don't need you". The man snickered, his smugness was almost palpable. "Oh, is that so?" He said, his leg still brushing up against yours. "What are you going to do when you're cornered by a powerful curse or even a sorcerer? Cry and beg for help? I don't think anyone will be there to save you." Geto's voice was like honey, sweet and sticky. "Why do you care? All you do is pick on me", you questioned.

Geto smirked, his eyes roaming over your body before coming back to meet yours. "I just don't want you to get hurt," he said, his voice sincere. He paused before asking in a teasing tone. "Are you really not aware that I have a crush on you?". You looked at him, shocked, but not falling for it. "You don't". With that you got up from the bench, proceeding to head to your dorm. Geto stood up from the bench as well, his eyes following you. "Oh, but I do," he said, as an urge to make you belong to him arose in him. He followed after you, his footsteps in pace with yours, his arm suddenly snaking around your waist. You could feel the heat of his hand on your skin. "You're not going back to your dorm tonight". You forced him off you. "Just leave me alone". Geto refused to let you go as he tried to put his arm back around your waist again. "You're going home with me tonight," he said. The tone in his voice was determined and his arm snaked around your waist again, pulling you close to his side.

You felt the pressure of his arm around your waist, his grip tightening as you were forcefully dragged along. He refused to let you go until you were inside his dorm room. He kicked the door shut with his foot and pushed you further into the room, his arm still refusing to let you go. "Let me go!", you shouted. His hand covered your mouth, preventing you from crying out more. "It's too late for that now," he said in a smug tone. He threw you onto his bed, his body pinning yours as he loomed above you. Geto grinned down at you, his hand still firmly covering your mouth. "Don't fight it so much," he said. His other hand grasped both of yours as he pinned them above your head. "I'll be gentle". Geto kissed and nuzzled the soft, delicate skin of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. His fingers lightly stroked your wrists as they gripped your hands. "Be compliant for me," he said in a low, deep voice. "You belong to me now”. 

You attempted to scream, however, with his hand covering your mouth, your screams were muffled and quiet. He smirked as your body squirmed under his weight. This was his chance to finally have you for himself. As he continued to kiss your neck, he finally let his hand away from your mouth. "Just relax and enjoy it”. Finally being able to speak, “What are you doing?”, you cried. He chuckled as his hand slowly traveled down to your pelvis, but he had no intention of stopping. His fingers slowly traced the pattern of your shirt, as he began to remove it from you, starting from the collar. "Shhh, it's okay". His hand traveled further down your body, his fingertips brushing against the hem of your skirt. "I'm simply taking what belongs to me”. He rested his hands on your inner thigh, giving it a small squeeze. 

You fought back some more, making Geto annoyed. “You don’t have to do this”, you said. He ignored you, burying his hand inside your panties. “But I want to”, he smiled. “It’s only right for you to know who you belong to”. His index finger rubbed your clit, drawing circles with it. You blushed at the sensation, feeling helpless. “Looks like someone likes this”, he giggled. He added pressure, intensifying the pleasure. You tried to shut your legs, but Geto quickly pinned them down one of his. “Be a good girl and this will all be over quicker than you think”. He rubbed you faster, forcing a small moan to escape your lips. “P-please”. The man leaned into your face, smashing his lips onto yours. His tongue forced itself inside, licking the side of your cheek. The more he played with you, the more you felt like cumming. 

But before you could finish, Geto moved his hand. “Let’s take these off you”, he said, talking about your skirt and panties. He removed them along with his shirt. You noticed you weren’t held down anymore. “Now’s my chance”, you said to yourself. Swinging your arm back, you slapped him in the face. You ran towards his door, opening it. “Hi there”, a voice said. Looking up, you realized it was Gojo standing in front of you. “Looks like I came at the right time”, he smiled. The man then grabbed you by the throat, shoving you inside. “Took you long enough”, Geto laughed. Gojo apologized as his hand was still around your neck. He pinned you against the wall, staring deep into your eyes. “The fun just got started”, he said. You looked over at Geto, who was getting off his bed. “Hold her still”,  he said. Taking off his belt, he gestured for Satoru to bring you to him. 

“I didn’t want to have to do this…”, he paused, putting the belt around your neck. “But, you didn’t want to make this easy”. He tightened it around your throat, pulling on it. He dragged you close to him as he held your chin. “You’ll have no choice but to behave now”, he said. Geto gazed over at Satoru, who was stripping. “Enough lecturing”, he yawned. “You’re making me bored”. He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you. “He might be gentle…but I’m not”, he whispered into your ear. Gojo pushed you onto the floor, making you hit your knees hard. You cried out in pain as you were positioned on all fours. Geto sat on the edge of his bed, laughing at you. He tugged on the belt, demanding your attention. “Look at me”, he said. You looked up at him, seeing him smile. “Well don’t you look cute”, he said. “Crawl to me”. He pulled the belt more, teasing you. You glared at him in anger. “No”, you refused. His smile disappeared as he looked at you, rolling his eyes.

Satoru kicked your side, making you fall over. “Did that hurt?”, he asked. Gojo grabbed your hair, forcing you to your feet. He sent a hard blow of his fist to your stomach, before pushing you over to Geto. “Why do you have to make things so hard?”, he said. The men laughed at you as you tried to hold back tears. You were back on all fours, this time in between Suguru’s legs. He took hold of your hair, making you look at him. “Will you listen now?”, he asked, smiling at you. “Y-yes”, you cried. Your side bruised the color purple as you tried to heal from Satoru’ kick. “Good…now get on the bed”, Geto demanded. You did as told, taking a seat next to him. He stroked your hair as you looked down at the floor. “See? It’s not so bad being a good girl, is it?”, Satoru said as he approached you. He stood in front of you, his cock hard. You looked up at him, eyes meeting the tent in his boxers. His blue eyes stared down at you, expecting you to do something. “Go ahead”, he said. You pulled down his boxers, his dick springing up. You glared at his pale veiny shaft, watching as precum leaked out of his pink tip. 

Your hand wrapped around him as you began to stroke him slowly. You felt his cock twitch. “Just like that”, Gojo seethed. You gazed over at Geto, who watched you pleasure his roommate. You noticed him jerking himself off. “Focus on me”, Satoru said. You tightened your hand around his cock, trying to pick up the pace. “You know this alone won’t get me off, right?”, he smiled. Gojo grabbed your hair, pushing your face onto his cock. “Open your mouth”. The moment he saw your lips part, he shoved himself inside. His dick slid down your throat, causing you to gag. “She looks pathetic”, Geto commented. Satoru fucked your throat, making tears form in your eyes. He was right…he wouldn’t be gentle. The man relished the feeling of his cock saw in and out of your warm tight throat. 

Suguru yanked on the belt around your neck, choking you as you forcefully sucked off Gojo. As if it wasn’t hard enough to breathe already, your airway was now fully blocked. “Aww she can’t breathe”, Geto laughed. Satoru groaned, spilling his warm thick liquid down your throat. He pulled your head away, leaving a trail of spit and cum leak out of your mouth. You laid on the bed, trying to catch your breath. “My turn”, Suguru said as he pulled you close to him. He positioned himself in between your legs, spitting on your pussy. “I would kiss you, but your lips are  ruined”, he said. The man slid his dick on your clit, giving you a little bit of pleasure after being brutally fucked in the mouth. “I’ll be gentle”, he said, slowly thrusting into you. You winced as he stretched your walls open. “Be a good girl and take me”, he leaned into your face, kissing your forehead. You placed your palms against his chest, trying to push him off. 

Geto chuckled at how helpless you were. He pinned your arms above your head, fucking you deeper. You cried out in pain as he fucked all his length into you. “Shut up before someone hears you”, he gritted, placing his hand over your mouth again. You cried more and more as he continued. Your ears filled with the sound of him and Satoru laughing at you. They used your pathetic body as a toy the whole night. Whether it was Suguru in your pussy or Gojo in your ass, you had no choice but to take it. Your lungs grew tired from the muffled screaming, soon you began to keep quiet. Eyes withdrawn as the two took turns on you all night. It didn’t matter how weak you were compared to them. All that mattered was that you knew you were hopeless against the two of them. So why not behave?

[guttednights]

You.

finally, you have done it. you had broken up with Simon. After months of torture, he sold as some forbidden paradise. the constant bickering, bossing you around, neglecting you, missing dates, and worst of all. not telling anyone he was even in a relationship. God it lit a fire so deep inside of you. you blocked his ass the second you broke up with him. sure it did no good cause he still had a key to your house but, that's a battle to deal with tomorrow. or at least you thought tomorrow. it was 2am and you had finally fell asleep

it wasn't long after you fell asleep you heard the door to your apartment being kicked down. you knew who it was immediately, I mean what other kind of physcopath just kicks down someone else's door?. you quickly get up wrapping a robe around you and walking out. there he is simon fucking Riley staring at you with pure anger.

"SERIOUSLY Y/N?!" "JUST LIKE THAT OUR 5-YEAR RELATIONSHIP IS OVER? OVER ONE FUCKING TEXT!"

as he gets closer, you back away.

"simon i explained everything in detail in that text." you spat with fiery. "I'm not doing this anymore" you look at you door, "and your buying me a new fucking door!"

He grabs you with anger and you panic, he would never hurt you. Right? he would never hurt you? shit I mean yeah he's a killing machine at work, but he's never been physically aggressive.

"thats what your fucking worried about right now? your stupid fucking door?" He practically shook you with his anger.

"Simon I'm not doing this, I already expressed that we're over. get out, Simon."

he towered over you, beginning to spit something at you, but held his mouth, sighing letting you go then turning around and walking out your broken door. attempting to shut it before disappearing.

you sighed as he walked away. it was really that easy all along? that's all it took? you questioned to yourself as you slammed your body into your broken door.

"fuck." you say to yourself as you realize the doors not gonna shut. you just hope for the best as you go back to bed. Simon is gone finally, you think to yourself as you finally fall asleep.

the next morning you wake up, and continue your usual routine. less than an hour later you walk out of your apartment, looking at the door trying to decide what to do. "we'll figure it out". you walk down your apartment complex before heading to work. it was a usual day at work. nothing too stressful.

it isn't 9:30 till you finally close up for the day. gripping your bag close to your side. your nail shop is down the street from a local bar, it's usually pretty busy during the weekdays. It is dark, and the lights from the bar light the walkway as you mindlessly walk. suddenly a drunken man from the bar grabs you.

"aye sweetheart why dont you sit down, and enjoy a drink eh?"

"no. thanks." you jerk away from him but he grabs your waist this time

"ah come on dont be unfriendly, lets have a chat sweetie. You too pretty to be sleeping on a beautiful night like this."

you chuckle trying to be nice "Yeah thanks but no" You attempt to jerk away again but this time the man pulls you hard

"Now dont be a bore," he says with anger as he drags you to the dark alleyway. this can't be how you die. for the first time in years, you're alone without Simon to call, everyone in the bar is too drunk to realize what's happening, and you're small compared to most men.

you panic as you try to break free, pushing him off at your most might. but he doesn't let go, his fingers practically dug into you. "please stop" you panic doing everything you can.

as soon as you start to scream, you hear a loud metal-sounding hit, you look back and see Simon standing over the man with a metal bat.

"she said leave her alone!" he boomed

the man held his head as he scurried off. you held your arm as you looked at him. you start to back up before Simon grabs you. "quit acting an idiot and go home." "before I actually have to kill someone."

you say nothing swallowing your pride and walking away but stopping. "are you fucking stalking me?"

"my stalking just saved your life sweetheart." "go home."

side notes/ babbling: I imagined Simon as joe Golberg in a alternate universe and viola came up with this. I really want to do a part 2, so lmk how y'all feel about this!!!

[theminecraftbee]

okay so. hear me out. but. au concept--

joel is one of many people affected by a Vanishing. its a phenomenon sweeping the country--people simply not showing up for work, school, life one day, as though they've vanished from the face of the earth. it's almost possible to mistake for normal missing persons cases, if it weren't for the way a few of the higher-profile Vanishings have happened to people who shouldn't have been able to vanish at all, let alone in a way that wouldn't be noticed until too late. look at joel's hometown. the people monitoring the dam were supposed to be redundant, and yet--

anyway. not like he cares or anything, except for the fact this stupid disaster or whatever has left him without anywhere to live or anyone to live with, and he still has a year of high school left, so he can't just do whatever he wants. luckily there's this school in a town called new hermiton that agreed to give him a scholarship to finish his education in the name of recovery and solidarity or whatever, and it's kind of a shwankier school than he'd normally go for, but it's free and, more importantly, they're willing to pay for his lodging, and he can't really turn that down. and it's not like he has a choice but to upend his entire life now. so packing what few of his belongings survived into a bag and getting on a train and moving across the country to a new school it is, he guesses.

(he's been having nightmares that inexplicably feature swarms of blue butterflies. last time he checked, lakes don't have butterflies in them. although maybe it's a metaphor or something, on account of the butterflies saying stupid stuff about how people who are remembered can't disappear, and even a false world cannot be erased if it's watched over, and how fate depends on him holding people in his heart. thanks for saying the same stupid shitty platitudes his social worker told him, just more cryptically, butterflies. real cool.)

new hermiton, it turns out, is a small city. while new hermiton academy is a newer school, much of the city is older. he's moved into a nice enough flat in an older apartment building. he has another cryptic butterfly dream. he thinks he remembers someone trying to urgently warn him of something, but it's all... shaky. that morning, he goes to the school for the first time. he's greeted by a fellow transfer student, skizzleman, although apparently he already knows some of the other folks in town, and transferred here so he could stay with them. but it's at least someone else in a similar enough situation to joel, especially since joel can just tell by the way people are looking at him that skizz didn't have much of a choice but to be here, either, and best friends with impulse or not, he's on his own too.

so. a friend. maybe this school won't be that bad, even if joel keeps having nightmares, and even if the weather here is weirdly cold for july, and even if his new homeroom professor keeps on looking at him really weirdly. (aren't professors supposed to be better about stupid rumors anyway? what's that mr. hills's deal?)

and then, two days later, he waves skizz off at the end of the school day, and gets skizz's friend, impulse, at his door, desperate to hear that skizz had just come to stay the night in joel's shitty lonely apartment, because otherwise it looks like--come on man. joel's already having a shit time. the universe deciding to go after his one existing friend too? he promises impulse to help investigate that night, in the vain hope that Skizz isn't one of the Vanished. joel gets a splitting migraine trying to follow their path back, though, and they have to stop for the night.

skizz is reported missing the next morning. joel resigns himself to cutting himself off from the people around him, as per usual. then, strangely, mr. hills corners him as he goes home.

"you'll need this," he says, and shoves what feels like a cheap butterfly knife into joel's hands. "uh, remember, trust your heart! you'll know how to use it."

"what," joel says. "hold on. you're supposed to be a teacher. why are you giving me this. i know for a fact my file says i have like, ptsd or whatever, which is stupid, but you definitely aren't supposed to be giving me a knife, you weirdo?"

"you'll know how to use it," joe hills says again. "goodbye! believe in yourself!"

mr. hills sprints behind a building before he has to explain anything else. joel is left standing on the sidewalk holding a knife, staring after him.

so. that's weird as hell. joel shivers in the cold and continues on his way home. the butterfly knife feels heavy in his pockets. he should probably report that guy to his social worker or something, but actually talking to his social worker feels like conceding defeat. joel can take care of himself. he can prove he can take care of himself. just watch him. step one: go out to get ramen because he forgot to buy any food for his apartment.

he sees impulse putting up signs as he eats. impulse looks miserable. joel thinks about how skizz, just in the short time he'd known him, had sort of unintentionally given away that he felt isolated after his mother Vanished. that impulse was a great friend, but impulse didn't understand what it was like. he never really SAID as much, but--

it's not fair to impulse, for that to be the last thing impulse remembered of what was apparently a friend since childhood. and joel doesn't care about any of these guys, but he can still pay his check and go out and help impulse go looking. he's no good at comforting people and doesn't know this guy, but joel had been alone too, sitting on the roof and crying, when the helicopters came.

except when they go back to the path by the school, joel's head starts to hurt again.

he looks up and there's a butterfly.

"hey, impulse, are butterflies common here?" he asks, a little desperately.

"i mean, not really, why?" impulse says.

"uh," joel says, and gestures. the two of them stare as the strange yellow butterfly circles in place.

"okay, so that is kind of weird," impulse admits.

"right?" joel says. "the only way it would be weirder is if it were blue." impulse gives him a look. joel does not explain.

it starts to fly away.

"we should follow it," impulse says, his voice getting a little dull. "yeah. we should follow it."

"what? no! no we should not follow the haunted butterfly, are you nuts?" joel says, but it's a bit too late. (maybe this is what the knife is for: stabbing impulse. it would be an effective method of stopping him!) he chases impulse down, down to the river, where yellow butterflies are swarming. impulse, as though possessed, simply steps into the swarm and falls through them to the water.

joel's, uh, freaking out more than a little bit? he'll admit he's freaking out. he dives forward to try to grab him, only to realize that he doesn't see impulse anywhere.

a single blue butterfly lands on joel's shoulder. "do you hold his heart next to yours?"

"i'm going insane," joel says.

"no heart is meant to be completely alone. do you hold his next to yours?"

"this isn't happening," joel says. "this is like a stupid manga or something. it's not happening."

"there is still time to save them; you must hold your heart strong, or the consequences will be dire. i believe in you."

the butterfly vanishes.

"fuck it," joel says. "if i drown then it's nothing people haven't expected of me anyway."

he steps through the swarm of butterflies.

that night, he drags both impulse and skizz out of the river. they're all freezing cold. shadows and strange, yellowy liquid still cling to all of their skin. also, joel stabbed himself, which like, glad to know that's what the knife was for, apparently, and the scar is warm and comforting. he can feel his--persona, and don't ask him how he knows that--shifting under his skin, under the mark on his hand. it said its name is pygmalion; it says it is a piece of joel's soul.

this is all patently insane. but skizz and impulse are alive and NOT eaten by shadow monsters, so even if they're both a little unconscious, joel takes that as a win.

they lie on the ground outside the river. someone stumbles across them. "well give me some teeth and call me an alligator. you got out on your own," breathes a fellow student clutching a dagger. joel thinks he's in the class across the hall. also--

"what are you talking about," joel wheezes.

"you found it on your own. you can find them?" the student says. his eyes are wide. something in joel's soul recognizes something in the student's. something in joel's BRAIN puts two and two together and realizes why mr. hills gave him a knife.

"no. no, go away, i don't want to be involved in this," joel says.

"well, don't you think it's too late for that?" the student says, and joel passes out. he's pretty sure the butterflies have to be laughing at him. in fact, as though to mock him further, after passing out, he doesn't even get to avoid it forever, because he wakes up in a glowing blue boat. there is a man with white-blonde hair, blue eyes, and a blue outfit leaning over him, poking him.

joel takes no responsibility for punching him. he'd do it again, too, as the long-nosed man sitting next to the unmanned steering wheel welcomes him to the velvet room.

(this, joel realizes later, all rather sets the tone for what the next year of his life is about to become.)

[feliciadraws]

Who needs therapy when you can go on a two hundred year long one-man crusade to rid the land of demons and right every wrong you blame yourself for, including unleashing those demons on the mortal realm

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Ngl youtube videos suddenly got me slowly turning into a Justin Russo hater.

[spring-heeledjack]

(mild gore under the cut)

LOOK AT WHAT THEY DID TO MY BABY

[todayisafridaynight]

Yayoi Dojima should've stayed Chairman. Sure there'd be no further games w/Tojo drama b/c they'd have gotten they're shit together but she deserves to kick their asses.

no but actually let that woman stay in charge !!!!!! LET HER COOK

[dirt-str1der]

Still obsessed with these two pages (R->L) from Kiryu-chan ni korosareru because you know theyre about to fuck nasty

[moonlitlex]

based on the dms i just got i am starting to believe the vote blue no matter who thing this time around is actually a psyop

[quadrantadvisor]

My headcanon about Richard Simmons is that he has a few beliefs that he struggles with, including, but not limited to: toxic masculinity, puritanical ideals about work and worth, internalized homophobia, general queerphobia, etc., etc. And that trying to reconcile those beliefs with his own feelings of inadequacy and his place in the wider world causes him constant mental suffering for many, many years. And that dealing with that suffering and trying to compensate for his own self-loathing and hypocrisy makes him act like an absolute ass.

And then one day there's enough evidence, there's enough understanding of the people in his life, there's enough budding respect for himself that the switch just. Flips. And he's like "wait none of that fucking matters."

The thing about Simmons is that he doesn't do anything halfway, when he believes in something he gives 100%.

What I think is funny about that is, from an outside perspective, one day Simmons is trying (and failing) to do """locker room chat with the boys""" and the next day he's read 7 books on queer theory and he's haughtily telling people that their gendered language is reductive. Like everyone knew he was in denial but there were NO SIGNS that he was getting over it whatsoever, he is Just Suddenly Like This and trying to pretend that if he ever said something that wasn't socially progressive no he didn't.

Like he's still overcompensating for something and he's still kind of an asshole about it but now it's even funnier. To me and maybe also Donut. For the rest of the cast it is the most confusing day of their lives.

[tankshaw]

read a fic where darlin ran after sam told them that david knew and milo went to go fetch them and i have had brainrot for that concept ever since

[pinnedbishop]

the interview was weirdly disheartening. it went fine, i don’t know, but it felt strange.

[ravensmadreads]

Youre giving me life rn the tags are so funny. Thank you!

Shut up your fic has me in a chokehold???? It's so funny and soft and hot and amazing and I can totally see future heartbreak but I'm still gonna finish it and okay im gonna shut up now

IT'S KILLING ME

P.S Anita Moreno is a badass and I love her.

[feliciadraws]

Thinking about how Waka's trauma must affect his relationship with Mei very often has me like