#hope everything is ok in your side of the globe

[deepbatched]

Just wanted to send you a picture encouraging you with whatever you have going on, cause I saw some hints in tags that you're having A Time, maybe.

I'm so happy every time I see you on my dash, but that's not meant to be pressure to show up more or anything, just... glad you're you, glad I get to see you being you, hope all is well! 💚

hi darsy! and oh no, i admit some hints yes! are there in the wild, but i have been in trouble with myself bc i am struggling with writers block since last year (recently graduated and got straight into burnout jail) and lately i've been kind of distracting myself from all the readings i have in my drafts to properly reblog (and be the reader i know i am) bc i have been focusing on writing (got a nowhere inspirational boost this weekend), and kind of had a mini-crisis the other day bc i felt like a serial liker so i've been coping with that, this month gets to be a really stressing one for me every year (sorry really don't like to vent on my socials but i've been feeling like a crybaby this past couple of weeks bc is almost my birthday and is usually a date i neglect with my whole being but being called out to make myself responsible of it (in an affectionate way, don't worries)😭), so i'm just letting time run by i guess (???)

thank you so much for your encouragement and kind words as they stay close to my heart (friendly reminder that i admire you), i get to be a person who silently weeps and prefers coming unnoticed yet this past couple of months i have been more true to myself and embrace the actually human not-all mighty person i am and let myself snap out of my afraid-to-get-hurt persona once in a while, and believe me is so rare when people get to know when i'm not feeling at my best like, usually i communicate when i'm feeling down after the itch is gone 'cause i don't like to worry people, but then again, the itch is not calming down😭so i really really appreciate you popping in my inbox (thank you for making me feel seen) and no please don't worry, i actually have your writings to read later and believe me i'm not reading them just to get them read, i'm actually saving them for when i feel good and enjoy them bc i really do enjoy them and i absolutely don't feel pressured about them on the contrary they keep me up so haha yes this is me since april started

[tonyspank]

LOST IN THE FIRE

black!singer!reader x jenna ortega (they/them pronouns, but there’s mentions of them having a pp, lol)

warnings: fluff and a tiny bit of angst i guess, my poor attempts at humor again, social media w a bit of irl

a/n: i’ve always wanted to do a social media book. so this is just something fun i came up with, i hope you enjoy :) it’s also a way i can put u guys onto my fav songs 🤭

faceclaim: khalil beth

Is Percy Hynes White Dating Jenna Ortega?

Jenna and Percy have yet to confirm or deny dating rumors, but they have posted many cute cast photos of one another on Instagram. On top of that, Jenna took Percy as her plus one date for the 2023 Golden Globes — and they're set to star in a movie together!

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3 talented artists + jack lani - kehlani jackie - jack tae - matteo

lani Y/N sweetie..

jackie 🙁

tae what'd i miss??

jackie Y/N's fav ex is dating an ugly man 🥺

tae JENNA? NAHH

tae let's hope she leave him too 🤞

tae she'll miss the bbc 🥲

lani omg wdf 😭😭

you ...

jackie now the dots was a lil dramatic

lani JACK 😭😭

you jack stfu before i shave ur beard

tae got his ass

lani LMFAOO

jackie 🤐

tae ok ok but Y/N how are u rn?

lani frr like talk to us

you wdym?

you we broke up why would i be bothered

jackie

🤨

tae 💀💀

lani i've never met anyone who still likes their exes posts

you it's called being mature

you i am able to support her regardless of what happened

tae it's called being delusional

jackie laughed at "it's called being delusional"

jackie i have an idea

jackie

tae fam what is ur camera roll? 💀

lani what's ur idea jack

jackie i'm gonna ask demi for an invite to the scream 6 premiere

jackie then me and Y/N gon jump percy in front of jenna right

lani

side-eye…

jackie and then jenna gon be like

jackie oh my god not my mans getting his ass beat by my ex & their bsf tf

you please stfu 🙏

jackie bro

jackie i'm tryna help you save ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert

tae laughed at "i'm tryna help you safe ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert"

lani 😭😭😭😭

lani i can't breathe

you it's literally just a rumor that they're dating tho

you & i'm not going to the premiere

jackie mhm

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y/nhart what's your favorite scary movie? 🔪 #ScreamVI @screammovies

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screammovies You, of course. 🔪🩸 > y/nhart can we kiss?

jackharlow what did you say in the group chat? > y/nhart that jack harlow is a flop 🤫

user15 bro doing everything but dropping an album 💀 > user1 ong. right my wrongs ep was amazing but it's been 8 months 😭

mrmatteo where was my invite? > y/nhart drop a song then let's talk > user3 what a hypocrite 💀

user8 bite me

kehlani you could never be ghostface > screammovies Its always someone you know. 👻🔪🩸

user11 GO TO THE STUDIO

user992 i have $1,000 frank will drop before this mf

user90 MORE JENNA AND Y/N CONTENT??? > user78 i missed them :')

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            Your eyes were starting to water due to the number of flashes from the cameras that were going off around you. The bright lights made it difficult to keep your eyes open, but you knew that this was just part of being in the spotlight.

  Jack places a hand on your arm, slightly shoving you towards the exit. You ignore the yells of your name and continue to make your way off the carpet.

Your bodyguard, who had been standing nearby, steps in to create a path through the crowd, shielding you and Jack from the relentless paparazzi.

  "Did you talk to Jenna?" Jack asks, leaning close enough for his voice to be heard.

You send the bearded man a glare, shaking your head. "No. I don't even think she's walked the carpet yet."

Jack raises an eyebrow before turning his head to the carpet, which is still filled with celebrities and flashing cameras.

He scans the area, searching for any sign of Jenna among the chaos. He then turns back to you with a smirk on his lips. "I think you're just ducking her."

You roll your eyes at Jack's teasing remark.

"Please, like I have time to play hide and seek with Jenna. I'm just trying to avoid the relentless paparazzi."

You gesture towards the swarm of photographers jostling for the perfect shot.

Jack hums, his smile widening. A thought clicks into his head, causing his smile to drop.

"Oh, yeah! I talked to Melissa, and she is fine as fuck."

You thin out your lips. Jack probably didn't know she was married.

"I'll tell her husband you said that."

"You know what they say. Don't let your husband distract you from finding the love of your life."

You chuckle at his joke.

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"May I say you look amazing tonight?" The interviewer states, smiling as they admire your appearance.

You smile, bringing your hands together to calm yourself before responding.

"Thank you so much."

"Are you a big fan of the Scream franchise?" The interviewer asks, moving their microphone closer.

You nod, your eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Absolutely! Ghostface is such an iconic character, and I love the twists that they put in the movie. It just always keeps you on your toes."

The interviewer chuckles, sharing your enthusiasm. "I completely agree! The Scream franchise has definitely left a lasting impact on the horror genre with its clever storytelling and memorable characters. Speaking of memorable characters, whose is your favorite?"

You pause for a moment, looking up at the sky as you bite down on your lip.

"Uhh... It's hard to choose just one, but if I had to pick, I would say Roman Bridger. I didn't suspect him at all, and his reveal as the mastermind behind everything in Scream 3 was a total shock. Plus, Scott Foley's performance was absolutely chilling."

The interviewer nods, appreciating your choice. "I couldn't agree more. He's surely one to remember."

You nod again, smiling. "For sure. I've always wanted to play Ghostface. Taking off the mask and revealing your plan must be so fun."

The interviewer laughs and says, "I'm sure you'd do great."

Before you could respond with a thank you, the interviewer speaks up.

"Jenna! It's so nice to see you." You turn to see Jenna, your heart dropping at the sight of her.

You force a tight-lipped smile at the brunette. "Hey Jenna, long time no see," you say, trying to sound casual.

Deep down, you can't help but wonder if she still thinks about you.

Jenna returns the smile. "Yeah, it's been a while," she replies softly.

Memories of your past together flood your mind, and you can't help but wonder if there's still a chance for reconciliation.

"You guys are so stunning, I can't even!" The interviewer gushes, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Jenna chuckles, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she turns her attention back to the interviewer.

"Jenna, I've gotta ask. Are you a fan of Y/N's music?" Jenna nods her head, glancing at you again before answering.

"I am. They're very talented musically, and I'm waiting for another album."

You try to fight back a smile, but it fails miserably. The interviewer notices your failed attempt to hide your smile and chuckles.

"Seems like there's mutual admiration here," they remark, noticing the subtle connection between you and Jenna.

You tilt your head, shrugging a bit. "I guess you could say that. Jenna's very talented herself, both musically and in acting."

Jenna feels the butterflies in her stomach erupt as you compliment her.

She's missed you, and she wants nothing more than to reconnect with you. She blushes slightly and responds, "Thank you."

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You walk over to Jenna, interrupting her conversation with Percy. "Jenna."

Jenna turns towards you, a surprised expression on her face as she pauses mid-sentence.

"Come home with me?"

Jenna's eyes widen as she processes your unexpected request, leaving her momentarily speechless.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she nods slowly, her curiosity piqued. "Sure, why not? Let's go."

Percy furrows his eyebrows, watching you and Jenna walk off together.

When you arrive home, you take off your jacket and help Jenna with hers.

Jenna mumbles a thank you before making herself comfortable on the couch.

She looks around the unfamiliar surroundings, seeing as you've changed a few things since the last time she was there.

Jenna's eyes linger on a Polaroid of you and her, capturing a happy memory from months ago. Of course, Jenna still loved you, but was she ready to take the risk of getting hurt again?

She couldn't bear the fact that things might not work out between you two, causing more heartbreak.

Fame had always been a double-edged sword for Jenna. While it had brought her success and recognition, it also came with constant scrutiny and pressure.

It's what ruined you two. Jenna being constantly busy due to acting and you constantly being busy due to singing made it difficult for you both to find quality time together.

Despite the love that still existed between you, the demands of your respective careers created a growing distance that neither of you knew how to bridge.

You walk into the living room, two glasses of wine in your hand. "Actually," Jenna speaks up, and you raise your eyebrows in anticipation.

She continues, "Could we sit on your balcony?"

You nod, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Of course," you say, leading the way to the balcony.

As you settle into the comfortable chairs, the city lights twinkling below, Jenna takes a deep breath and says, "I miss moments like this, just being together without any distractions."

You take a sip of your wine, pausing to savor the flavor before responding. "Me too," you say, gazing out at the night sky.

"I missed you."

Jenna's eyes soften, and she reaches over to gently touch your lap. "I missed you too," she whispers.

"I hope you know that I'm not dating Percy."

"I know," you reply, a small smile forming on your lips. "I knew you wouldn't downgrade like that."

Jenna chuckles softly, her dimples beginning to show. "That's hilarious."

A silence falls over the two of you.

"I couldn't imagine being with anyone other than you," you snap your head towards her, your heart swelling with love at words.

She always knew the right thing to say.

"You're the only one who truly understands me, Y/N." Jenna's eyes meet yours, her brown pupils glistening in the moonlight.

"I can't find myself being vulnerable or trusting with anyone else." She finishes off, breaking away from your gaze.

You don't say anything, you just place your hand over top of hers, which was resting on your lap.

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y/nhart 12...??...23...lost in the fire...earned it...all mine...confident...all mine...oui...greece...get me...kiss land...for free

➕➕➕.

meltdown...i'd do anything to make you smile...boyfriend,girlfriend...rambo...let em'know

@chancetherapper @djkhaled @kehlani @travisscott @jackharlow @feliciathegoat @theweeknd @bnyx

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user12 OMFG BRUH

user99 AOTY

jackharlow deluxe 🔜

bnyx 👨‍🍳🔥🎶

theweeknd 🫡

user77 couldve had better feats tbh > user880 STFU

djkhaled 🔥🔥🔥 WE'LL NEVER STOP 🛑!!! 

>user14 TELL EM BRING OUT THE ALBUM ALREADY

user67 i'm about to cry.

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y/nsrealwife posted on Instagram.

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y/nsrealwife i stand by what i said

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user11 unknown? it's jenna😭 > y/nrealwife me when i'm delusional

user45 there's no misses on the album + they ate down in the deluxe > user89 came in my pants when they came on the track w that "t-time, t-time, t-time.."

user66 can we talk abt for free? bro had like 10 viagra pills before pulling up to the studio > user77 💀💀💀

jackharlowsbeard kehlani & jack on the album made me so happy.

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y/nhart mega christmas dump 🎄@jennaortega @jackharlow @mrmatteo @kehlani

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[tpwkwriter]

reader and Harry do the “Touch your favorite part of me” TikTok trend plssssssss

Ahhhh!!! Thank you sm for this!! Be so cute!!🩵

Warnings: cussing/none 💕

——————“Let me think”—————

As many people all over the globe over lockdown many people joined the app ‘tiktok’, y/n’s account already hit 3.5mil alone just for being known as ‘Harry’s secret girl’ y/n posted occasionally whether it be a ‘get ready with me’ or a lip sync video, fans would go crazy over these videos and constantly beg for Harry be featured in one of these.

It was a rainy afternoon and y/n found herself endlessly scrolling through threads of videos on this app, she scrolled through her mentions, most of them were wanting her attention and some of them were trends and videos she should attempt herself.

There was one video that stood out to her was a couple doing the ‘touch your favourite part of me’ challenge, y/n watched further on, the video shew a girlfriend approaching her boyfriend and asking ‘what was his favourite part of her’ he then proceeded to touch her face and waist.

Y/n thought it was a really cute little challenge, the comment section was absolutely urging y/n to ask Harry this and post it, and y/n was sold.

Y/n got herself up from the sofa and made a beeline for her lover.

Y/n made it quickly upstairs and to there shared room where Harry was luckily still in there en suite freshening up after his gym session.

Y/n then quickly and discretely propped her phone against against the wall by her cabinet and pressed ‘record’.

“Harry!” She called, making sure she was still in sight of the camera.

“Yeah love” he answered the other-side of the bathroom door.

“Can y’come here for a sec?” She said, trying to suppress a laugh in.

“Y’alrigh peach?” He asks emerging from the bathroom with hair slightly damp and only clad in a white shirt and black shorts, she was never bored of looking at him.

Thank god for the 3 minute feature on TikTok as y/n was ready to feed the fans with ‘boyfriendrry’ content as they named it.

“Mmhmm” she sweetly hummed, “c’mere” she said making grabby hands at him, hoping he falls into shot.

Without another word he swiftly waltzes over to her and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Ok baby, we need space for this” she giggled slowly edging out of his arms.

“Fuck Space love” he retorts falsely pouting at her claim.

When y/n finally backs out of his touch, she couldn’t help but almost drool at him, the damp hair, the fitted white top, and the arms crossed stance was it for her, she was feeding harries today.

“Can you touch your favourite part of me?” She asks

“Touch my favourite part of you?” He smiles

“Mmmhmm” she excitedly nods

“Fuck” he sighs.

“S’hard one lovie” he adds

Without no warning, his hands cup both of the girls cheek, his left thumb sliding across her rosey lips, and not long after his hands slid to her waist and pressed a kiss to them exact lips.

“Y’face, y’lips, everything” he speaks against her lips.

“Y’too cute” she smirks

She starts giggling at the thought of the fans seeing H like this.

“What’s tha about missus” he questions referring to the giggles leaving her mouth.

Without another word she picked up her phone and shew him the recording iPhone.

“Fuck Sake” he smiles, hiding his head into her shoulder.

“Y’gonna have a bunch of happy fans tonight bubs”

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[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi! I’m so in love with your James fics, so I was hoping I can put down a request. Load!James x actress reader, but they are keeping it secret - he thinks that all the Hollywood events are stupid and “not metal” so she always goes alone. It’s all ok, until her co-star in the biggest movie of the year (I’m imaging someone like RDJ or Negan from TWD) says on an interview that “if she’s been his, he’d show her off to anyone cause dating her is the biggest privilege any man could have”. He also sends her flowers all the time and James confronts reader. But she’s so tired of keeping it secret and she thinks James is ashamed of her. So they have an argument and kinda break up.

But, in a few weeks, before she gets ready to go to Golden Globes/Oscars James shows up, in suit no tie and apologies, and he doesn’t want them to be a secret anymore. So they make their red carpet debut?

Thank you so much, I hope you like it!❤

Breaking the Silence

I adjusted the strap of my dress, twisting to make sure everything sat perfectly in the mirror. The floor-length gown shimmered with every movement, elegant yet bold—exactly what tonight’s event required. The gala was a big one—promoting the movie I’d just wrapped, and Robert Downey Jr. was my co-star. Everyone would be there, and though I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, I knew the press would be.

“Hey,” I called out, stepping into the living room where James sat with his guitar, strumming idly. He barely looked up as I asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me tonight?”

He shot me a look, raising an eyebrow. “And stand around with a bunch of people pretending to like each other? No thanks, babe. Not my scene.”

I sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “I get it, but it’s important to me. It’s Robert’s movie. It’s going to be a big deal. I need you to show up just once. Please?”

James met my gaze, setting the guitar aside. He came over and cupped my face, his rough hands grounding me. “You know I support you. But I’m better here. You go, be the star. I’ll be here when you get back.”

I offered a faint smile, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. I had a feeling this would be one of those nights where I’d feel more alone than ever. As I walked out the door, his refusal stung.

The event went exactly as I expected. Photographers shouted, posing requests, while I smiled and waved, doing my best to keep my professional face on. But I couldn’t shake the thought of James, somewhere miles away, unwilling to stand beside me.

Robert Downey Jr., ever the charismatic charmer, was the life of the evening. He made jokes with the press, posed for countless selfies with fans, and even interrupted my own interviews with his usual flair. It was hard to ignore him.

Later, during a joint interview, I found myself sitting beside Robert, who was practically glowing in the limelight.

“So, Y/N,” the host began, turning to me, “what’s it like working with Robert? You two have such great chemistry on screen.”

I smiled, shooting Robert a playful glance. “It’s great. He’s, uh, a bit of a handful, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Robert laughed, leaning toward the mic. “She’s being modest. I’m a lot of handful, but she keeps me in check. Honestly, I think it’s a crime that we don’t get to make more movies together. But hey, I’m just happy to share the screen with someone like her.”

I laughed nervously, trying to keep it casual. But the host, sensing the tension, continued. “There’s been a lot of talk about your off-screen connection. What do you think, Robert?”

Robert grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Look, if I had a chance with Y/N, I’d never let her out of my sight. She’s too amazing to hide. Honestly, any guy would be lucky to have her by his side. She’s the real star here.”

The cameras clicked wildly as I forced a smile, trying to mask the discomfort. Robert’s words, though lighthearted, dug into me in ways I didn’t expect. There was truth there, but also a twinge of something else—something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face.

The apartment was dead silent when I walked through the door. The sharp, familiar sound of an old grunge track echoed from the speakers, but it didn’t cut through the tension that hung in the air.

I barely had time to put my keys down before I saw it.

The bouquet.

Red roses. A ridiculous, over-the-top arrangement that didn’t even look real. And the note. Robert’s note.

“For the most beautiful woman in the room tonight. You deserve all the attention in the world. - R.”

I was already irritated, but seeing those words made my blood boil. It was like he was rubbing my face in it. The whole charade.

Before I could process anything, I heard a door creak open. James. He was already home, and standing in the kitchen, his eyes locked on the flowers, a storm of frustration building in his gaze.

“Really?” His voice cut through the air like a knife. “Flowers from Robert?”

I felt my stomach twist in that familiar knot. “It’s not a big deal, James. It’s just part of the promotion. He’s just... doing his job. That’s all.”

James’s gaze didn’t falter. “Not a big deal? He’s practically throwing himself at you. And you’re acting like it’s just another Thursday.” He took a step forward, his eyes narrowing. “You don’t see how that looks?”

I exhaled sharply, trying to stay calm, but I was starting to lose it. “I didn’t ask for this, James. I didn’t ask for him to send me flowers or make a spectacle of it. He’s just... doing what he does to keep the buzz going about the movie.”

James’s face tightened, and his voice started to rise. “You’re letting him do it. You’ve let him get close—too close. And now you stand there, acting like it’s nothing? How the hell am I supposed to react to that, Y/N?”

I could feel my frustration bubbling over. “I’m not okay with it, alright? But I’m trying to do my job. I’m stuck in this world where he is a part of the movie too. This isn’t just about me, you know? Robert’s a part of the damn promotion, and I’m just... dealing with it.”

James’s face went from angry to cold. “So this is your excuse? Letting him parade you around, sending you flowers, and you’re telling me that’s just ‘business’? Are you serious?”

I shot back, my voice shaking with the weight of everything. “You really think it’s that simple? Because you refused to come to one damn event, because it wasn’t ‘metal enough’ for you, now you’re accusing me of letting him do all this? You’ve been pushing me away, James. I wanted you to be there with me, but you were too busy hiding, too busy telling me it wasn’t your world. And now you’re mad because someone else is showing me attention?”

James’s eyes flashed, like I’d just slapped him in the face. “I didn’t come to those events because I didn’t want to be a part of this damn circus, Y/N. I thought I was protecting you from it. I thought we were different. But now, it’s like you’ve just accepted it. You’ve gone along with it.”

“Protecting me?” I couldn’t stop myself from laughing bitterly. “No, you weren’t protecting me. You were protecting your damn ego. You refused to show up because it didn’t fit your image. And now you're pissed because someone else is giving me the attention you never bothered to?”

James stepped closer, his voice low but full of heat. “You don’t get it, Y/N. I didn’t want to drag you into this. I didn’t want this world to swallow you up. But now, I feel like I’ve been replaced. Like I’m just some afterthought, and he’s the one that’s getting to show you off.”

I felt my chest tighten, the anger, the hurt, all mixing into a storm. “You don’t even see it, do you? You think you’re the only one who’s been hurt by this? I never asked for any of this. I never wanted to be in the spotlight, but what I did want was for you to stand by me. I wanted you to show up for me, to be proud of us, instead of hiding behind your walls. You’ve made me feel like I’m not enough, like you’re ashamed of me.”

James’s face twitched, and I saw it—the moment he realized how much he’d screwed up. “I didn’t think it would matter... I didn’t think I was hurting you. I thought... I thought staying out of the limelight would protect us.”

“Well, it hasn’t, James,” I snapped, my voice breaking. “It hasn’t protected anything. And it sure as hell hasn’t protected us.”

We stood there, the silence thick and suffocating. He reached out, like he was going to touch me, but stopped himself. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N. I never wanted to make you feel like this.”

I swallowed hard, the sting in my chest making it almost impossible to breathe. “Then why didn’t you fight for me, James? Why didn’t you fight for us?”

He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight, eyes closing briefly. “I thought I was doing what was best for us... by staying away.”

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “You thought staying away was what was best? You’ve been avoiding me, avoiding everything. I can’t keep pretending that this is okay when it’s not. I can’t keep waiting around for you to decide you’re ready to be with me. I deserve more than that, James.”

His eyes softened for a split second before hardening again, and I could see the shift in him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. But... I’ve messed up, haven’t I?”

I nodded, my tears threatening to spill over. “I think... I think we need space. I don’t know if I can keep doing this. I don’t know if I can keep waiting for you to come around.”

I turned, grabbing my jacket off the chair. James was silent, his hand clenching at his side as I walked toward the door. “I’ll be back when I’m ready to talk. But right now, I just need to figure things out.”

The days after the fight were suffocating. My head was spinning with everything we’d said to each other, the words that felt like knives one moment and then like a shield the next. But mostly, I felt the pain. The hurt of wanting him, needing him to be there, but he wasn’t. And worse, I wasn’t sure if he ever would.

But then came the Golden Globes.

I had to go. It was my job, my career, my life. But I couldn’t shake the emptiness I felt without him by my side. The thought of walking that red carpet without him made my chest tight.

Standing in front of the mirror, I finished my makeup, but my mind kept wandering back to James. To what we said. To what I said. And it hit me—what I was really angry about. It wasn’t just that he wasn’t there. It was that I wanted him to care enough to be there. And that thought hurt more than anything.

Just as I was about to leave, there was a knock on the door.

My heart skipped a beat. I knew who it was before I even opened it.

There he was. James. Standing in the doorway, looking unsure and a little hesitant, but so much more vulnerable than I’d ever seen him before. He didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, like he wasn’t sure if I was going to slam the door in his face or invite him in. I wasn’t sure either, honestly.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “I messed up. I shouldn’t have pushed you away like I did. I should’ve been there for you, and I wasn’t. And I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry for that.”

I blinked, my throat tight. I wasn’t sure what to say, because part of me still felt the sting of everything he said the night of the argument, but another part of me just wanted him to hold me, to tell me everything would be okay.

“I didn’t think you were going to come back,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. I looked away for a moment, trying to steady myself. “I didn’t think you wanted to. I was... I was mad at you. And I didn’t think you’d care.”

His eyes softened, and he stepped inside, closing the door behind him gently. “I’ve been an idiot,” he said. “I’ve been too proud to admit that I was wrong, and I’ve been scared of... I don’t even know what. But I should have been there. I should’ve shown you how much I care. I’m sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t enough.”

I felt a lump in my throat, and I took a shaky breath. “I wanted you to care enough to show up,” I whispered, almost afraid to admit it. “I wanted you to want to be with me at all those things. To be proud of me. I didn’t need the flowers or the... whatever, I just wanted you there.”

There was a long pause, and then James reached out and gently cupped my face with both hands, forcing me to look at him. “I know, and I’m so sorry. I thought I was protecting you. I thought all that stuff—those events—were just distractions. But I see now that it wasn’t about the events. It was about me being there for you when you needed me, no matter what.”

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. “I was angry,” I said softly. “And... and I know it wasn’t fair to take it out on you. I didn’t... I didn’t think you deserved that.”

James’s voice was tender when he spoke again. “No, you were hurt. And you had every right to be. But you didn’t deserve to feel alone, not from me. And I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

I wiped my eyes, sniffing a little. “I care about you so much, James. And I just... I wanted you to show me that you cared too, you know? But I shouldn’t have exploded like that. I should have just told you how I felt, instead of pushing you away.”

James nodded, his thumb brushing the tear away from my cheek. “You don’t have to apologize for feeling the way you did. I made you feel like you couldn’t rely on me, like you were in this alone, and I hate that I did that. But if there’s anything I want you to know, it’s that I care about you more than anything.”

I looked up at him, feeling the weight of everything we’d been through. “I just want to feel like I’m not too much for you. Like I’m enough, like I’m worth the fight.”

“You are,” James said softly. “You’re more than enough. And I’ve been a fool not to see that.”

I closed my eyes, feeling a mix of relief and lingering pain. "I’ve been so angry, but part of me was angry because I wanted you to fight for me. And I didn’t feel like you were."

“I know,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “And I’m sorry. I wasn’t fighting for you. I wasn’t fighting for us. But I am now. I’m not running anymore. I’m right here. And I’ll always show up for you, Y/N. I swear.”

I felt the anger in me start to dissolve, replaced with something softer, more vulnerable. “I’ve missed you. So much.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “But I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”

When we walked onto the red carpet, I felt like a new person. The flashing cameras, the chaos of the event—it all felt secondary to the man beside me. James had his hand gently resting on the small of my back, his touch grounding me, as if telling me everything was going to be okay. The familiar tension that had marked the past few days faded. Instead, it was replaced with something lighter, warmer.

I glanced up at him and caught his eye. For a split second, time seemed to slow. His lips curled into a small, but genuine smile. It was like everything from before had melted away. I smiled back, a quiet understanding passing between us.

We walked a little farther down the carpet, the flashing cameras only a distant hum in the background. His hand found mine, his fingers curling around mine like it was the most natural thing in the world. I felt his thumb trace the back of my hand absentmindedly as we stopped for a photo op.

Every time I looked at him, he was looking back at me, those quiet moments of connection that no one could capture with a camera. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell by the soft look in his eyes that he was just... happy to be there with me. Happy to be by my side, showing the world that we were together.

I leaned in slightly, my lips brushing against his ear as we posed for the cameras. “I didn’t think this moment would ever come,” I whispered.

James’s gaze softened as he turned his head just enough for our eyes to meet. “I didn’t either,” he replied, his voice low and serious, but there was a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes. “But I’m here now.”

I smiled, feeling my chest lighten. The anger, the hurt—everything that had weighed me down for days—was slowly starting to fade. And in its place was something real, something I hadn’t expected: hope. Hope for us.

We continued down the carpet, and as we did, I couldn’t help but steal little glances at him. Every time, he was looking back at me with that same warmth. The tension had dissolved, but in its place was something more intimate, more comforting.

I couldn’t help but smile every time our eyes met.

He leaned in again, his voice almost a whisper. “You look amazing,” he said with a smile that made my heart flutter, his gaze lingering on me just a moment longer before he turned to face the next wave of photographers.

I felt my face flush slightly, but I couldn’t hide the smile that spread across my face. “Thank you,” I replied softly, squeezing his hand, my fingers threading through his.

It wasn’t just the smiles or the glances—it was everything. The way we fit together again, like we always had, but with a new understanding. The kind that could only come from working through the mess and the hurt, and realizing that we were still here, still standing side by side.

I didn’t care about the flashing cameras anymore. I didn’t care about anything other than the man walking beside me. The world could be watching, but for me, this moment was just ours.

[popcat69]

Maybe In Another World

"If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?"

warning: death, blood, angst

Apocalyptic future donnie x reader (can be read as platonic or however you want)

Bits and pieces of once beautiful, proud standing buildings now decaying on the ground, pink gum wrapped around them marking its presence, large rocks the shape of spears emerging from the deepest parts of hell into the once green, enchanted globe. Dust dancing around slowly filling my lungs with a slow death, hopefully a peaceful one. Unlikely, however, I'm told it's a good quality to be optimistic. Mikey would be proud.. Right? Then again i'm mostly far beyond from recovering,

Calloused hands stiff and a victim of repeated harsh tasks that i said were easy, not making me break even a single sweat, you not allowed to be weak in an apocalyptic world, its survival of the fittest out here, i learnt the hard way, even if you try and try it's impossible to save everyone and useless, we don't have the support to help everyone. It's hard to move my eyes around, it's as if I'm crawling through a desert, everything feels so dry but it feels like I'm sweating a lake. I feel so empty, everythings kind of peaceful right now, I never thought I would experience a quiet moment since the start of this recheted downfall on my and many other lives. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, children…..

HGK!

Why is everything starting to burn? It's slow but it hurts, my skin itches but i can't move , i can't move? Why can't I move? My matted tangles locs becoming more reteched smelling and dirtier by the second. Salty drops start to run down my face, my eyes becoming less dry, its getting easier to see. There's a small blur of purple coming my way, its too far to make out what it could be but as it comes closer I can understand who it is. I want to say ‘hello Donnie’  but only my lips move and not a sound comes through them, it's weird though i don't feel motivated to say hi. I’ve always loved greeting people, maybe thinking that it would  give everyone a little bit of hope that we will get out of this piece of shit world alive. He's kneeling down beside me, his eyes are shaking… he looks scared? Not like him, he's quite ‘idgaf’ about everything. He's saying something, i can't make out what the ringing in my earring is becoming louder, more uncomfortable. I’m pulled up and placed with my back leaning onto a small mountain of bricks. Dark green hands swiftly moving its way to wrap around my bloody waist.

Bloody?

Blood?

Why am I bleeding? I thought I was careful, apparently not. He looks at me as if saying sorry, i look back not really connecting the dots before he puts pressure on a wound i didn't know i had, and its if in that moment i woke up. I can hear the screaming of children, the bones that the resistance is stepping on trying to flee to safety. A hole in my lower torso spilling red profusely, how am I alive? I should be long gone. The intense taste of blood fills my mouth, spilling out uncontrollably. He just stares, i never seen anyone who looks so helpless, i don't like it, i want to hug him and tell him everything is going to be ok, it's not though. We both know it. Everything hurts, I feel like I'm on fire, I need to move, do something to try to get rid of this pain but I physically can not, my body has given up. I don't want to give up yet. There's so much still to do. I'm not ready. But I have to be, there isn't much of a choice. With the very last strength I had I was able to lift my hand, my bruised, abused hand and it rest on the side of his face. I try to voice my last words.  

“I’m so proud”

Tears flowing down mixing with the blood splattered around my face. I try to get one last look but my body doesn't allow me to, it is trying to get me to rest and give up. I'm not ready but I wasn't ready for my world to become…this. I'm never gonna be ready, I think I'm starting to accept that. Maybe in another world we all lived together, happily.

[spencereidlovesshoes]

hiya i really love your posts, maybe because you haven’t written anything yet. it is my honor to be your first request.

i’m begging you for a spencerreid x pilot!fem!bimbo!plussize!colorblind!vampire!reader

please do it quickly i will be dying soon i’m 84!!!!!!

OMG I love that!! this idea lives rent free in my mind now thank you you old bitch.

15,6 words.

A/N: im a nice person.

AIRPLANE LOVR

"Wheels up in 5!" says Agent Hotchner, but you don’t hear it because you’re on the toilet. Thousands of alerts bombed Y/N’s phone. Penelope was sending her them. She always hated her.

It seems they are going to Thit Island to investigate a murder of a dog. Y/N was really stressed out, because of the team’s behaviour. They are known for their shitty behaviour on board. They commonly unbuckle their seatbelts, walk around the plane, cuddle together and worst of all, they tend to come to Y/N’s cabin and cover her eyes. They think they are funny but there is a high possibility that the plane might crash because of that.

Y/N really despises the members of the team. Especially JJ. Her long blond hair got caught in the engine once and she had to pull her out whilst still piloting the plane. Don’t ask her how she did that.

The only one she didn’t hate was Spencer. His hair could get caught anywhere and she would gladly save him. She watched him through the security cameras when she didn’t feel like paying attention to the road. She especially liked watching him sleep. He was so cute and he didn’t even know about her. Why would he be with someone as a stupid as this pilot!fem!bimbo!plussize!colorblind!vampire!reader?

The team was lined up next to the plane and Y/N was installing the stairs to the plane. No one helped her. In that moment JJ said: "What is she doing here? Who is she? Where am I? Who am I?"

The team seemed to ignore all of her questions. "She is our pilot, don’t you recognise her?" Spencer said. He was the only one who was not a complete asshole to Y/N. "Ok, just do not get close to Spencer," said JJ looking directly into Y/N’s eyes. "JJ, she saved your life last time, don’t you remember?" "I could have done it myself," said JJ and stormed to sit on the plane.

Everything went well and until Morgan sneaked into her cabin and covered her eyes. Y/N yelped and tried to get his hands off of her. He held her head so tightly she started to feel dizzy. Morgan laughed and said "relax babygirl, I just need you to turn the plane around, we found out that Thit Island is on the other side of the globe."

WTF? Y/N thought. I do everything for this team and especially for Spencer. I pay for the gas and they just tell me that we have been going in the wrong direction? I’m not gonna be able to pay the bill this month, I don’t even have a job! I just snuck to the toilet every time and tie up the real pilot. And that is the problem. I don’t know how to turn the plane around. I always just fly in some direction and hope for the best.

"Hello? You seem lost in your thoughts," Morgan said. "OK, just buckle up and hold tight," Y/N said with determination in her eyes. She didn’t even wait for Morgan to sit down and buckle his seatbelt, she just turned the plane upside down.

"I didn’t mean it literally!" Morgan screamed as he hit his head on the ceiling of the plane. Y/N heard mortified screams of the rest of the team. It was like music to her ears. Yes! Spencer thought. She finally stood up to her bullies. He might have broken a leg or two and had a concussion because he was sitting in JJs lap.

They flew their whole flight upside down and Y/N found some random island in Europe to land on. Everyone got out of the plane, excited to see some dead bodies and investigate mysteries, except Spencer, he went to check on Y/N.

"Hey Y/N, are you alright?" Y/N seemed devastated, she was tired from all the blood flowing to her head. "I’m OK, I just have a long night waiting for me. I have to get comfy on this plane." "What do you mean?" Spencer said and a worry wrinkle appeared on his forehead.

"I didn’t pay for any hotel. I don’t have any money left, I spent everything on gas for this trip that took way longer than I anticipated. We are lucky that we survived! We don’t have much gas left. Can you steal some if you see some cars on your way out?"

Spencer looked at her in disbelief. This poor thing was poor. "OK Y/N, let me sing you a lullaby to help you sleep." Y/N was thrilled. She was sure she would not be able to fall asleep next to singing Spencer. She loved him too much for that.

"URURURURURURURURURURURUR" Spencer sang in his soft voice while Y/N slowly fell to the dreamland...

[kokusfluffyhair]

Tahomaru tries to help you

⚠️ this is a dribble stemming from personal issues of being in a very dark place. Mentioning of suicide, social situation problems, depression, minor PTSD attack, poor living conditions. Read only if you're comfortable with these topics. Please do not ask me if I'm ok. I'm struggling but getting through this, and I'm using this piece to try to help myself cope, and who knows, maybe it'll help someone else too. ⚠️

Also sorry in advance for all the pics. It's a bit oversaturated

+ you have been without hot water for 6 days, with outdoor temperatures nearing freezing at night. You find yourself shivering especially on this 6th day after your heated-water-on-the-stove shower, a recent online interaction having sent you spiralling through painful memories.

+ and we won't even go into the communications with the landlord that day

+ you feel that a worthless, incapable piece of shit like yourself does not deserve any happiness or comfort. After all, you're just a lazy, psychotic human who's had so much given to you, right? Maybe your own feelings and perspectives on your struggles are not valid enough

+ you become engulfed in the memories of being isolated, pushed away, unappreciated, unwelcomed in social situations, the heavy pain in your heart and soul eating you up from the inside like a black hole to swallow you up

+ your mind can't stop. You have to keep remembering these times to validate your own incapabilities, your own failures, your own psychological struggles that prevent you from doing what for most people is normal

+ no one is there to help you. You feel so cold, both inside and outside. You wash your hands in the sinks ice cold water as you put on your skincare to try to put something normal into your life

+ how you could have used that warm, purifying shower to wrap you in its embrace. If you couldn't have a person, then you could let your skin pretend that it was feeling such soothing contact from the outside

+ you didn't want to call tahomaru. He was the only one you felt you had, but you didn't want to burden him. What if he also would invalidate you? What if he would also end up sending you both into a fight of a "my life is worse than yours" argument?

+ but you needed him now. How you hoped you wouldn't be seen as a thorn in his side. Sometimes you were afraid to communicate with him. You were starting to get clingy towards him, and whenever you got in a relationship where you really wanted the other person's friendship and attention, they would start to distance themselves from you. Right now, you couldn't bear facing tahomaru do that to you

+ you were on the last string of your rope, you felt. One more smash of pain into you and you might just end yourself

+ no, you would not do that. The risk was too great that you could end up deformed or seriously disabled. You would just maybe mentally burst. "Just" mentally burst.

+ you called tahomaru, who after hearing you weren't feeling well, immediately offered for you to come to Daigo Castle. It was always a strange experience being transported back in time and part way across the globe, but you had gotten used to it

+ tahomaru greeted you with a hug and immediately noticed how cold you were. "Y/n? What happened? You'll get sick this way" He didn't hesitate to take off his haori to put over your shoulders. He ordered mutsu and hyogo to have the staff make some hot tea and brought you to his quarters.

+ he let you change into some of his spare clothes and set up one of those heated table things idk if they were in the sengoku era or not,but they are now. Deal with it

+ you've shivered less since being with him and he has seen how bad you were feeling and did everything he could to make you comfortable

+ but tahomaru is nosy, too, so he asked you what happened. When he heard that you didn't have hot water for 6 days, his jaw dropped not like the average person in the sengoku era had hot water but tahomaru always got a heated bath so he can be like "wtf you're living how?"

+ "why didn't you come sooner? You can't keep living like this, y/n. You deserve better" He gives you some blankets to warm you up more and then decides to sit behind you and embrace you. "Stay here with me. Is this better?"

+ he's so warm and soft behind you, yet he feels strong too. It calms you a bit to feel his strong arms around you. For this moment, you feel like there is someone to fight for you

+ "i didn't want to burden you with my negativity." You hesitate to say the next part, but you do. "When I'm in a bad place, people always leave me"

+ tahomaru holds you tighter. "You mean so much to me. I would never leave you. If you're down, that means you need me more than ever. I promise. As your friend, I'll never let you be forsaken"

+ you find it hard to trust him. You're sure that one day, he'll have had enough of you

+ "y/n..." He notices everything. "Y/n, you don't trust me. Do you..."

+ "I'm afraid you'll hurt me like all the others. Yeah."

+ "I won't. I promise. You mean so much to me, and...you know, I'm lonely too." His voice gets a little sad. "We can be lonely together."

+ you hug his arms that are around you. Tahomaru gets even closer and embraces you tighter, pulling into his soft chest.

+ "I'm going to take care of you. I promise."

+ after all the heartbreak and pain you've experienced with other people, you still don't believe him, but you'll believe him for now. In this moment, he is there to support you and comfort you. Right now, that's what matters

+ when the hot tea comes, he loosens his embrace and sits next to you. He occasionally asks you if you are warm enough.

+ "stay the night. Then tomorrow, I'll go hunt something for you and cook it myself. It'll make you healthy" He's so proud of this idea he has

+ his words bring tears to your eyes. Someone like you doesn't deserve such kindness, yet you crave it from the deepest corners of your soul

+ when tahomaru sees that you're holding back tears, he looks like he is wondering if he did anything wrong. "Hey, y/n, did I make you sad?" He immediately hugs you, almost knocking over the tea

+ you shake your head as he hugs you. When you rest your chin on his shoulder, he puts his hand gently on the back of your head

+ "I'm here for you and I'm going to do my best so you feel better. You're important to me. Can you remember that you're important to me?"

+ you can only wonder for how long tahomaru would feel that about you

+ tahomaru starts to rub your back. "You mean so much to me. I'm here and I'm not leaving. I'm going to make sure you're OK, no matter what it takes"

+ he offers to play a game with you to try to get your mind off of everything that is troubling you. He wants you to know that whenever you are with him, you are safe and you are not alone. He manages to choose some silly game that makes you laugh

+ you fall asleep cuddled with tahomaru under a warm blanket, soothed by his body heat and the kindness he showed you. As long as you were with him, you were protected both physically and psychologically.

+ maybe you could stay there a few days and hope the hot water is fixed when you return

+ "y/n. I'm coming with you to make sure that thing is working properly."

+ maybe tahomaru can be a little too protective, but you appreciate it because he will stand by your side and fight with you

[glasswingowl]

YOU ALREADY KNOW THE DRILL EP 5 TIME!

spoilers under cut!

the VHS effect on the intro already caught me off guard, off to a good start

ok soo if a solver infected drone isn't properly disassembled then they'll zombify? that tracks i guess

whoops someone didn't follow disassembly protocol

good call n, ignore your frozen coworkers and just read about dogs

n would survive a horror movie (well he's already technically in one but you get what i mean)

i love the new drone already what-

everyone is so expressive now i love it! the new drone's a great example but everyone's so much more lively than the first few episodes!

i adore tessa already she's so full of life and excitement!

and j's the favorite, as predicted

oh- WHO HURT YOU TESSA I-

"basement time out"???

tessa james elliot? neat

ok so both your parents suck got it

noo tessa :( they're not broken they're her friends leave them alone!!

n buddy no

oh jeez- there's gotta be a more efficient way of getting rid of them this isn't medieval times

THE WAY I JUMPED WHEN UZI'S VOICE CAME OUT OF THAT CROW-

... that's some interesting decor you've got there tessa. i mean she could just be goth but i'm not so sure

DID THEY CHAIN HER UP?! MR AND MS ELLIOT COME HERE I JUST WANNA TALK

so her name IS Cyn!

OH SO YOU HAVE BACKUPS DO YOU WELL THAT SOLVES EVERYTHING GREAT JOB CYN-

oh she's going

ah so these are memories! that explains a few things

"i am a ghost witch! and i'm tall!' LMAO YOU WISH

KHAN YOU'RE INTERRUPTING THE SHENANIGANS

I LOVE HOW THE BUG JUST IMMEDIATELY TAKES HER SIDE

that is such a cool shot omg

"we just hang out" yeah and you tried to murder me that one time but that's less important

oh she moved-

LMAO TESSA MOTIVATING J BY TALKING ABOUT UNIONS

i love having my headcanon that not all disassembly drones are Like That and j's just a fucking weirdo proven right

she just spat blood-

a part of me was hoping that there'd be some sort of Cliffside reference with the gun. no such luck

now we know why tessa insists on wielding a SWORD instead of a more practical weapon. sentiment i guess.

"i kill you :3"

V'S A ZOMBIE DRONE?

"why are you talking like that?" because he's a weirdo that's why

N being forced to say DarkXwolf17 with a straight face lmao

everyone is dead??

AND HERE COMES DOLL WITH THE STEEL CHAIR-

button eyepatch, fitting

wait- IS THAT THE "uzi give brayden back his sentience" THING? that's great i love that

OH THAT SHOT OF CYN ON THE GLOBE IS SO INCREDIBLY COOL-

tessa is so over dramatic love it

stop interrupting her >:(

"solver of the absolute fabric"???? that's new

noo leave the bug alone

"this is the only clue as to what's wrong with me" :(

"despite me, maybe" cmon khan give yourself a LITTLE credit (not TOO much but, yknow, a little)

now i'm wondering how this whole thing actually played out without uzi's interference/ memory weirdness. because this most likely didn't actually happen.

"i got you" aww he can't help but be nice even when she's possessed

"don't freaking dox me" this one got a laugh out of me. buddy dox you to who??

aaand there's v, hostile as usual. she'll get there eventually. maybe hopefully.

doll's working with tessa and j??

"just checking". bruh

i kinda like this ending, means they can just get right into the action instead of fucking around next episode

[leclsrc]

OMG you're in manila !!! first of all, you need to try jollibee first and foremost. second of all, just a tip because Philippine weather can be an absolute pain, sunscreen (lots of it) & a portable fan to cool yourself down when you're going somewhere. also, if you're using a public mode of transportation like taxi/cab, they normally use taximeters to calculate the amount of fare you need to pay for the ride and you can see it in between the driver's side and passenger’s side, just so you can avoid being scammed for how much you actually need to pay.

you can also try filipino snacks as well! (my suggestions would be for you to try mogu mogu, beng beng, cloud 9 overload, pillows, piattos, nova, potchi, dried mango, chuckie)

you can also try traditional filipino desserts/delicacies as well! just experience the authentic filipino flavors while you're here and also because i swear, filipino dishes are low-key underrated when it comes to recognition 🤧 we're only known for jollibee/adobo/sinigang as of now but hopefully our authentic filipino dishes can map out well all over the globe because they're most definitely a hit!

but apart from that i'm just here to wish you a happy stay <3 idk if you're here for business matters or for vacation but i hope you have a blast while you're here! (though really, carry your sunscreen/portable fan with you because the hot weather here is definitely a force to be reckoned with)

- idk of i should put lewis/george/daniel/carlos anon 😐 so why not the 4 of them instead lol

WELCOME TO THE PHILIPPINES ❤️

ok i’ll b real w you, the reason i haven’t answered is bec i’ve just been using this as a daily guide 😄😆 i lived here for a few yrs but i forgot Everything! also i’ve been eating pillows like everyday and also potato corner ahdjdhsa!!!

i won’t be here too long so i’ll def try everything out at one point or another! we’re heading to siargao(?) soon too ♥️

[popthirdworld]

Chapter 17 - The Escape

This is a Christmas story told in 25 parts – with one chapter released each day of December ‘til Christmas. Enjoy!

From behind the curtain, Santa heard the doors to the showroom open. The previously silent room was now filled with Sable’s guests, murmuring excitedly about prices and slipping into their seats. 

Sable took to the podium and banged the auctioneer’s gavel. The crowd immediately went quiet.

“My esteemed friends”, she said grandly. “You’ve had a chance to inspect the items up for sale. This silver sleigh with hand-crafted details. This burlap bag that provides endless storage. The deeds to the North Pole Workshop that could be easily transformed into an exclusive luxury ski resort for high-end clients”, Sable pointed to each item as she described them. “They’re all impeccable. This is a once in a lifetime auction and everything must go tonight.”

A round of applause from the delighted crowd followed.

“Now, I will hand matters over to our auctioneer.”

The applause continued as a tall, thin man in a suit and tie standing behind Sable moved towards the podium.

“Alright bidders, get your paddles ready”, the auctioneer exclaimed with the speed and zeal of a racehorse announcer. “We’ll start small with Lot 1, the giant ornaments that hung on the humungous Workshop Christmas tree, encrusted with emeralds, rubies and sapphires. They can be kept as is, or melted down and sold for parts, up to the lucky bidder!”

_________

As the auction proceeded, the dungeon underneath Sable’s mansion was still silent. No one dared speak as the intimidating guard roamed up and down the corridor between the prison cells.

The detainees were all trying to deal with their nerves. Lolly, the mayor and Ana paced their cell. The yetis fidgeted in their constraints. The reindeer restlessly stomped their hooves. Sister Roula, however, was perfectly still. The nun was watching the guard intently, observing his every movement. She knew that the guard had been drinking a lot of coffee every time he went back to his office desk near the dungeon doorway. Soon, he would need to pee. 

When the guard finally exited to use the restroom, Sister Roula sprang into action. The nun jumped up and plunged her hand into one of the many pockets of her habit. She pulled out Knuckles’ chunky set of keys. Buried among the dozens of keys, Sister Roula fished out a small boxcutter keychain. The blade was relatively dull, due to constant use by Knuckles to open up boxes of grocery deliveries, but she hoped it would suffice.

“What are you doing!?” Lolly asked in an anxious whisper.

Sister Roula still could not use her voice, and did not have time to explain herself with a game of charades. She rushed over to the bars dividing her cell from that containing the yetis, thrusting the boxcutter through the bars and hacking away at the bindings tying the arms and legs of the long-limbed yeti that had stolen the globe back at the Winter Forest.

Once her arms were free, the yeti reached through the bars and began yanking on the chain connecting the fairies’ cage to the ceiling.

“Wait!” Ana whispered.

The yeti stopped tugging on the chain. Ana took off her thick red cloak and, retaining her grasp on one end, threw the other end between the bars across the corridor towards the cell containing the elves. She and Mayor Paul held their side of the garment. The elves held the other.

“OK go”, Ana instructed.

The yeti put all of his might into the final few yanks at the chain until the heavy cage came tumbling down to the ground, landing gently on the safety net created by Ana’s cloak with a small bounce. The elves grabbed the cage and CLONK! – Marshmallow ripped the tiny metal door off its delicate hinges. The fairies were now free! 

Unable to fly, the fairies scurried across the concrete floor of the dungeon towards the guard’s office space. They climbed his chair, walked across his table and retrieved the keys to the dungeon cells. 

“Stop!” the guard yelled while standing at the dungeon doorway, gobsmacked. He did not expect to see the fairies free and crawling all over his desk after his loo break. 

The furious guard raced towards the fairies but did not get far. The long-limbed yeti grabbed his foot from between the bars and dangled him high above the dungeon floor.

The guard was not able to right himself from this strange position, but attempted to muster up whatever authority he had while flapping about bottoms up. 

“Put me down! Put me down!”

The fairies made their way to each cell to deliver the keys. Soon, everyone was free - the elves, reindeer, fairies, yetis, nun, mayor and Mrs Claus.

The long-limbed yeti threw the guard into a cell and Lolly locked the door behind him. 

“Big mistake”, the guard seethed as he rose to his feet. He began brutally punching and rattling the metal bars with extraordinary force, bending the metal slightly with each assault. 

The now-liberated captives knew that it was only a matter of time before the guard had let himself loose. The fairies climbed up into the yetis’ fur to hitch a ride, several elves jumped on the backs of reindeer and everyone else, on foot, raced out of the dungeon and up the stairs towards ground-level. Behind them, they could hear the clanging noise of the furious guard bashing away at the bars that imprisoned him.

[fragilecapricornconfessions]

For this post, I would like to document my prayers. I often speak to God when I am driving around the park and talking out loud, but I would like to let you in on my prayers this time around. I hope it's OK.

Dear, God. You brought a guardian angel into my life. You gave me a best friend and a soul mate. You brought me companionship during one of the darkest moments of my life. You have shown me what it feels like to experience unconditional love. The love and care was always requited, and this experience brought the best out of me. It inspired me in ways only you know, my sweet Lord. I ask you to please return this angel to me. Please bring my best friend back into my life. Please restore the love and the peace in my life. Please give me a sense of purpose again, and please ignite my sense of hope so that I can move forward with the belief and expectation that I will get my best friend back. Please do all of these things for me. I desire nothing more than to have my best friend and soul mate back. The proverbial rug was pulled from under my feet. Now my feet are splintered from the hardwood floors. Please, God. Return my angel to me so that I can once again feel like my life is complete. I know you do everything according to your timing, but you built the universe in six days. Your son has turned water in to wine, and he has walked on water as well. He has cured blindness in the two men, and he has healed people from terrible diseases. All I ask is for you to give me my friend back. Such an act would certainly be a miracle in my eyes. It is the most miraculous thing that could ever happen to me. It is the one and only thing I could ever ask for in this moment. I know that people get sick and die. I know that people move to the other side of the globe for work and become distant from their friends. I know that people experience memory loss or that people get into fights and arguments. None of the above happened between my friend and me. There was an unjust interference in our friendship. We desire to speak to one another. Please allow this desire to manifest and become reality. I am writing my wishes into existence. With today being Sunday, I will ask you for these same things once more when I enter your house of worship. You know that I ask for these things so frequently. I cross myself more than I have ever crossed myself before. The pain I feel can only be alleviated when my friend is brought back into my life. My sweet Lord, please listen to my prayers. Please give me a miracle. Give me a miracle.

[guytheporn]

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[theuniversalscat]

Kari: Lord Honey…. Is that an aristocrat from the medieval period?

Universe: No. That’s a saying in the south.

Kari: What’s it mean?

Universe: it means that his food tastes so good that you will want to slap everyone in the face a lot.

Kari: That sounds a bit violent.

Universe: It’s a figure of speech.

Kari: what shape?

Universe: oblong.

Kari: Got it. I like him. He has a nice fach.

Universe: For all of us, “non Italians” what’s that mean?

Kari: Face.

Universe: Got it.

Kari: So his food is so good that it will cause riots in the streets and mass hysteria all over the globe?

Universe: He’s hoping, yes.

Kari: ok. Cool.

Universe: He’s a home baker, Kari. You ready to get your booty in gear and grab the granny by her pearls and open the can of whoopie pie on this adventure in baking?

Kari: when you put it that way, no. But I would be willing to give it a go, because the way my Ma teaches me to bake is the “5 minute” way.

Universe: What’s that?

Kari: Well, it’s “…let’s stand by the oven and check the thing you’re baking every five minutes til it’s done.” And, to me there’s a few issues with that. 1. I like to sit. 2. Sometimes you can’t see the side down to know if the freaking thing is done or not, and 3. Too many check ups. I mean, I don’t even go to the doctor that often, ok? I don’t get that many check ups! And here I am checking and checking and 45 minutes later that’s 22.1 checks on the thing I’m baking and it’s like, I feel like I have better things to do. For example, I like sit and ruminate and complain but not about my lack of baking skills. Not peek through an extremely opaque oven glass with the light on where everything looks brown anyway.

Universe: how often do you clean your oven?

Kari: not very.

Universe: Then maybe you should invest in his book.

Kari: it’s on my Christmas list.

Universe: Good plan. On a separate note, are you ok with opening presents early?

Kari: It depends.

Universe: on what?

Kari: if it’s timely then it’s necessary. Like if you give me a delicious panettone I’d want to eat it right away otherwise it goes stale. If it’s a fruit cake I’ll get to it in about 6 years…

Universe: Yes, no, not a fruitcake.

Kari: Good, because I’m trying to eat keto esque.

Universe: A panettone isn’t keto esque.

Kari: Oh I know! It’s one of those desserts I have to try regardless. Too many panettones, no fitting in my pantaloons.

Universe: yes.

Kari: Ok, well, if this guy’s cookbook isn’t from the Middle Ages I think I’d like to try the recipes, because I don’t think I’d like the hygienic practices of baking in the Middle Ages. I’d rather not die of dysentery, as a lot of tshirts say now a days oddly enough.

Universe: Yes, Jason bakes from the heart, not any other way.

Kari: Well that’s a relief, although with his washed hands would be even more hygienic… 😉💦👏

Universe: Yes. It would.

Stephen Hawking: Please excuse my friend Kari, as she has an interpretation that is part literalist, and part silly.

Kari: Stephen, I adore you, but you’re an odd choice for a button on this scene…

Stephen: I was the only one left in this conversation. Everyone that heard that Jason baked with his heart, fled. I, myself, am not interested in trying bakery.

Kari: oh no….. 🙈🤷‍♀️🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Scene.

Appendices-

Universe: we’re not telling her that her gift is her better mood from having written about a nice person.

Kari: I already opened that gift! And I liked it better than a monkey likes a banana cream pie on a blazing hot southern Kentucky day if he visits from his home town in the Southern most part of the Amazon Rain Forest!

Scene scene. 👏💝

[lovysmtalks]

Oh, How I wish

TW: cursing, slut shaming

Maribat normal plot with a twist, and some inspiration from a writer who's no longer active from my knowledge. Enjoy <3

P.S: all the characters are very much ooc.

Chapter I.

another day has started

Marinette was tired of living already at the age of barely 17.

All her hard work that she but HALF her life in to be liked by others, was ruined. She tried her best to be there for everyone, even if they were good or bad to her, she was always there.

How the hell could everyone be so fricking dumb to believe everything people were saying about her. HER! The one who always was so kind and helpful to all of them, ALL of them, even damn Lie-la Rossi before she saw her actual true colours.

The lies of the so called angel girl, got even into her family. Breaking it apart into pieces, ending up with her father divorcing her mother because Sabine got accused by liars, of cheating and being a prostitute out of her work hours. Which was no way fucking true, her mother worked her ass off at the bakery, making deliveries anytime she had to, even if it would have taken hours.

Sabine loves her job. Of course she would do everything for it! How could people be so cruel towards the kindest woman in Paris?! All her poor mother could do is cry into her daughter's shoulder, apologizing for not being by her side sooner and for not being a good enough mother for poor Marinette.

Marinette had enough. The only damn reason she didn't give up on living yet was because she still had to save Paris, even if Paris didn't damn deserve it. She had to take care of her poor heartbroken mother and Chloe, who changed drastically once she saw how badly Mari has been treated the past 2 years.

"Marinette, are you ok?" A sad Tikki said, wiping an unwanted tear off the small girl's cheek.

"Do I look ok to you Tikki? I don't want to live anymore, I lost everything I had. MY OWN FAMILY IS BROKEN AND I FEEL WORTHLESS!" Her voice losing control with each word, til the end of her speech, she was a sobbing mess on the floor.

Tikki's bottom lip started to quiver, the poor kwami was just as lost as her hero. She did not understand how people could be so cruel without proof.

After a while in which all you could hear was Marinette's sobs and the gentle hear patting of Tikki, trying her best to confort her master, a small ding was heard from heard from the girl's computer, who was once filled with pictures of no other then Adrien fucking Agreste, who turned out to be just a horny son of a dog, and a betraying bastard- wha, you lost your temper a bit. Calm down you're still telling a story. Ahem.

Her computer made a small noise, probably being a new comission or just a random fan email. Oh. Didn't you know? Marinette because a anonymous singer. All her songs being about everything that happened in her life. Her songs were really emotional, captivating the hearts of millions of teens from across the globe. Anyway.

Marinette found a bit of strength to get up to her computer, to see what the only thing that brought her joy needed.

Mari opened her mailbox, to see it was her school email. What, you thought she was that much of a dummy to use her work email and school email the as one and only? You silly goose, she's much smarter then that, she has a good hacker in her class. Who not once hacked her emails trying to find incriminating stuff but ending up not finding even the smallest proof that she was a bitch as they claimed her to be.

She opened to see that it was a... response from a competition she won some months ago? Oh. That was when she had hope she could fix everything with a school trip.

The girl opened the email to see it was a congratulations. Saying that she won the event, which meaning she and her class are supposed to go to Gotham. Why the most dangerous city in the world besides Paris would be open for tourists? Well don't ask me, its a story, just pretend it's normal.

Mari smiled a bit. Maybe this could keep her dark thoughts away for a bit, even if the others will ruin it for her. But there was a small blup of light brighten in her head.

They wanted a villain right? They're going to have a bigger villain then the Joker himself. Well, were getting there slowly.

Tikki probably read her mind since she didn't see the girl smile in months, but didn't know on what exactly she was thinking about.

Marinette rushed to her dresser and then got a scissor and cut a good chunk of her hair that has long grown longer then it was before, since she stopped taking care of herself. She looked at herself with a seductive smirk, liking the haircut. Kinda reminded her of Alice from Twilight.

Tikki watched shockingly the sudden change of attitude, but she didn't want to admit, she kinda liked seeing Marinette happy, plus, she didn't have her rebellious phase yet, did she?

"Mari, what are you doing?" The small creature flew next to her master, landing on her shoulder.

"Oh my little god, I'm gonna give them a lesson. To not mess with 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿." The girl said in a low tone.

Tikki couldn't help the tiny smile. She was happy that her holder was going to have a bit of fun.

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The next day, Marinette woke up early, getting ready for her rebel arc.

She woke Tikki up with a gentle cheek kiss and then went to get dressed

The girl dressed up in a black tank top, with a pair of big long pants along with a black jacket 2 times her size.

She out a very noticeable choker with a skeletal hand on it. Put on a bit a eyeliner and then checked herself out in the mirror

"Damn" she says then turns around to look at her back, while flirty smirking at herself

"I look hot as fuck"

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The girl walked confidently through the school hallway, catching everyone's stare

Who cares what others think? She's fucking hot!

Everything was going well, she was walking through the hallway like a bad bitch, humming some new Jagged Stone song, from an album that she got to participate in!

Everything was going smoothly until-

"Well hello slut, looks like you're walking in your mother's foot steps" no other then Alya said.

That caught Mari's attention

"What dear Alya? Mad that I'll never fuck you even if it was the end of the world? Sorry baby, I have my own standards." Marinette smirked as she finishes

A long 'oooh' was heard from the halls

The embarrassed expression of Alya was priceless, ah, so good to be a villain. Maybe Mari began to understand Lila, but She'll never have that much snake blood in her to become as much of a bitch like Lila.

"She's right Marinette! You kinda look like a whore, and I'm not trying to be rude. Cmon, let's fix you up" Agreste comes behind them with a sympathetic smile, with Nino next to him, who looks embarrassed by his girlfriend's words

"Hm? What? You've never seen a pair of tits before Agreste? With the way you're talking you'll never make a girl finish, stop with the hero act and man up" she pushes through the duo and gets upstairs slowly but surely

Adrien's anger started to build up and he unconsciously yelled-

"YOU'RE SUCH A SLUT!"

Mari paused.

"I'm trying to be the biggest fucking slut in the world...But not with you" she says as she blows them a kiss as she turns around and continues to go upstairs.

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Miss Bustier was watching the whole thing, mind her, she was kinda giggling to herself.

She missed Mari, being more confident even if she never was.

She wished she could have stopped the bullying, but the principal said that to save their school face, there should be no bullying record, and even threaten the teacher to fire her if she said something.

So the teacher had to watch the sweetest person in the world suffer, from a distance.

The bell rang and she started to walk to her class.

She got a message from Marinette last night, with information about the trip, but the woman had other plans.

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"Good morning class!" Said the teacher in an unusual happy voice

A very annoyed 'good morning' was heard from the other side of the room, probably the class being mad at Mari's sudden change of attitude.

"Before we begin, I have an announcement to make." She smirked, knowing what she will say will shock some people

The class peaked their ears and payed close attention

"One of your dear colleagues won a trip to Gotham, including full payed hotel for 2 weeks, with tour in the W.E tower, spending time with couple of celebrities and a big gala at the end of it all!" She clapped as she saw how excited they were getting.

"OMG, GIRL CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MANY INTERVIEWS I CAN GET? IM GONNA BE FAMOUS AFTER THIS!" Alya jumps excitedly while hugging a smiling Lila

The other classmates started to chat about stuff they will do

Then.

"Who won the competition, Miss?" Rose asked shyly

"It has to be Lila, cmon Li, you didn't have to" Ivan says happily

Bustier smiled as she looked up from the trip papers slowly

"Marinette won the competition." She says with a dark smile

Everything froze, they couldn't believe their ears.

They slowly turned to the small girl who was sitting in the back, writing some notes down, not listening to anything that was happening. Until she noticed the stare fixed by so many people

"What" she says narrowing her nose, staring back at the class

"Well, since you won the competition, I say you go alone on this trip. You need a break my dear. You've been studying so much. You may take anyone who you want to take with you. Or you can take the class" she offered with a smile.

The class looks back at her with a death stare

After a bit of silence, in which only the clock was heard there was an answer.

"I'm going alone."

[love2write2626]

Our Love in a Rogue Nation 4

Chapter 4

SMUT WARNING

Ashley’s P.O.V

When we got off the plane is Morocco, the first thing that I said is

“It’s fucking hot” I slid my sunglasses on, and looked over at Ethan he shrugged

“Sorry baby, but this is the mission” he reached for my hand, and we walked over to the parking lot and Ethan used his phone to look for a specific car. IMF always has cars hidden in places all around the globe all we can hope is that when IMF got shut down they hadn’t gotten rid of all the cars yet. The phone dinged we heard a car horn, and we headed to the car.

Ethan opened the passenger door for me, and I slid in. He quickly ran around and slid into the drivers seat, and started the car.

“How come she gets to sit in the front?” Benji complained, I rolled my eyes

“Because Benji, I haven’t seen my girlfriend in 6 months and I would like to be as close as possible to her at the moment, and I also like to hold her hand while I drive” Ethan responded before I had the chance to say anything, I turned around and stuck my tongue out at Benji. He did the same to me, but I turned back around and leaned over and kissed Ethan on the cheek.

We drove for a little while, Ethan of course is only guessing where Ilsa is… if she is even here at all. After we drove for about 30 minutes Ethan pulled the car into a spot on the side of the rode, and we all go out

“You think this is where she is?” I asked

“She’s here somewhere” he replied as we walked across the street walking by a few homes, then we reached a gate that had a piece of paper with her lip stain on it. I felt enraged. She knew Ethan was coming and she is openly flirting with him. He pushed the gate open and we walked around the glass house. It didn’t seem anyone was home so we walked to the back of the house, just in time to see her come up from being underwater. She turned around when she heard our footsteps

“Hello, what brings you here?” she asked with a smirk, she walked slowly out of the pool, and of course she was in a string bikini. Of course it looked great on her. She grabbed a towel and dried off

“You know why we are here” Ethan said, she nodded her head letting us know to follow her

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She told us to make ourselves comfortable while she quickly showered, and put on some other clothes. Ethan could sense my anger, but when I’m angry he knows better not to ask what’s bothering me. He scooted over close to me, wrapped his arm around the back of the couch, and pulled me over so I could rest my head on his shoulder. I snuggled into the crook of his neck, and let out a little sigh my anger slowly fading

“Tired?” he whispered, I shook my head. He opened his mouth to say something else when we heard Ilsa coming down the stairs, She walked down wearing an outfit you wear when you are trying to attract a man, and she had her eyes set on my boyfriend. My anger quickly flared back up.

“Ok, what would you like to know?” she asked

“What does Lane want with the virtual underwater bank account?” they discussed for a little while trying to come up with a plan for them to get my brother in there undercover.

“Ethan can do that… I mean Ethan you can hold your breath for 3 minutes” Ethan looked at my brother with a face that said ‘What The Fuck?’ my brother continued “I mean sure it will be difficult but not impossible”

“So Ethan and I will go to the underwater database, Benji will go in under cover, and you will do what?” Ilsa asked me.

“I’ll wait by the exit, I’ll be there when Ethan gets out of the vault”

“You don’t seem like much of a field agent, I’m unsure why you’re here” she said in her annoying voice. Ethan opened his mouth to speak but I beat him to it

“I’m not a field agent, I am a field agent consultant. I stay behind the scenes, and that’s the way I like it. I am damn good at my job, I know everything the field agent needs to do… except Ethan… he does whatever the fuck he wants” I looked over at him and he smirked “So maybe I’m not a badass, and maybe I don’t know how to jump out of a plane, or hold my breath for 3 minutes… but don’t think for one second that you can belittle me. Just because I’m not a field agent, doesn’t make me any less of an IMF agent.” I looked over at Ethan and Benji both of them looking shocked, I quickly mumbled “Sorry” before walking out of the house out to the pool. I walked around the corner of the house and leaned against the wall

“Ethan I’m not in the mood to talk” I said when I heard his footsteps only a few seconds later

“I knew there was something bothering you… baby please tell me what’s wrong? How can I help you feel better?”

“IT’S HER” I said angrily and he looked confused “It’s Ms. Perfect in there. She beautiful, a badass, she is smart, and looks good in every fucking thing she wears… and she has her eyes set on you.”

“Baby…”

“I don’t look like her Ethan…. I’ll never look like her. She is the woman every man desires, I’m the complete opposite. It still blows my mind you see anything in me I mean…” he looked at me angrily

“Stop” I looked at him confused “You just stood up for yourself in there, and it was possibly one of the sexiest things you have ever done. You told her not to belittle you… but you’re sitting here belittling yourself.” I looked down at the ground knowing he was right “You are perfect.” I looked up at him

“Ethan…” he walked closer so I am pushed flat against the wall

“You are perfect” he said again before kissing me lightly “repeat everything I say” he whispered in my ear “You are perfect”

“I am perfect” I said hesitantly

“No. Don’t say it like that. Say it like you mean it, like you believe it”

“I am perfect” I said firmly looking into his eyes, and he smirked

“You are beautiful”

“I am beautiful”

“You are smart”

“I am smart”

“I love you” he said, he stared at me intently waiting for me to repeat

“You love me”

“Start from the beginning” he whispered as he started kissing his way down my neck

“I am perfect”

“Yes you are” he said

“I am beautiful”

“So fucking beautiful”

“I am smart”

“Smartest woman I have ever met”

“You love me”

“I love you so much baby, the thought of being without you, hurts” I wrapped my arms around his neck and he said “One more time”

“I am perfect” he kissed me

“What else?” he asked breaking away from me

“I am beautiful” he kissed me again

“Yes you are… tell me more” he said

“I am smart”

“And one last thing”

“You love me” he smiled

“I love you so much baby” we kissed slowly but passionately. Ethan pushed me up against the wall, he removed my arms from around his neck and pinned them up above my head. Making it so I couldn’t move, or touch him.

“Ethan… I need to touch you” I whispered

“No” he said before kissing me again

“Why?” I pouted in between kisses

“You like this don’t you?” now I knew what was happening… Ethan knows I love it when he dominates me. We have never gone too far into the BDSM… but I do like it when he controls me, it makes me want him so much more. “Answer me”

“Yes”

“Yes, what?” I gulped has he stared into my eyes

“Yes, sir”

“That’s my good girl” he kissed me again

“Ethan…” He gave me a warning look

“Sir… we can’t do this out here. Benji… or Ilsa could walk out here looking for us” I knew Ethan heard the sarcasm in my voice when I said Ilsa’s name

“I know I can’t fuck your pretty little pussy right now, but I am going to make you cum” I moaned out at just the words “Will you let me?”

“Please… sir” he smirked, then placed his thigh in between my legs.

“Go ahead baby, take your pleasure” I had to adjust my legs, and stable myself a little bit, but I gently started to grind against his thigh. If I wasn’t in so much pleasure I would probably be thinking about how this is so unlike me… yes I like to try new things in the bedroom, but semi-public masturbation? That’s new… I like it and he knows it “Feel good?”

“Yes, sir” I moaned out

“You can do better than that. We are on a time crunch… put a little more push in those thrusts” I did as he asked, I am getting close, but I’m starting to lose the ability to stand

“Ethan… I’m sorry sir… I need help, my legs are starting to give” he leaned down and whispered in my ear

“Are you close baby?”

“Yes… sir” I practically cried

“Stop” I did as he asked, and whimpered at the loss of pleasure. He grabbed my hips and started moving me back and forth, he was using so much force and I love every second of it

“Yes” I cried

“I want you to say my name when you cum… do you understand?”

“Yes, sir” I cried

“Go on baby, I know you’re close. Let go”

“ETHAN” I leaned my head into his neck to muffle my scream… but I know I was still loud. He helped me ride through the after shocks. After I was completely done he moved his thigh

“You are so beautiful when you cum” he said he helped me wrap my arms around his neck since I was still weak and he let me stand there in his arms.

“Thank you” I whispered

“You’re more than welcome” he said with a chuckle “I do need something from you”

“What?” I asked

“I need you to promise me, that you won’t be Jealous of Ilsa anymore. I have no interest in her. I promise”

“I’m sorry for being so insecure… and I promise I won’t be Jealous of her anymore. I trust you. I know you would never cheat on me”

“That’s my girl”

“I know we need to go inside but can we just stay out here for a minute. I just want to kiss you for a little while” I said with a blush, I took my face out of the crook of his neck and he gave me a smirk. The he leaned down and brought his lips to mine my arms still wrapped around his neck, I started playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. He still had me pushed against the wall, and I liked it. I like the feeling of his body so close to mine.

I’m not sure how long we stood there making out… and I don’t care. The kisses are slow and sweet, and Ethan would break away every so often to whisper sweet nothings. I love this man more than life its self. Eventually we did have to break apart and Ethan rested his forehead against mine and we just stood there.

“I love you” I said and he smiled, he opened his mouth to speak when we heard

“There you two are… bloody hell have you been making out?” Ethan chuckled

“Uh, yeah” he leaned into my ear “Amongst other things” I had to hide my face in his neck to stop my brother from seeing my blush

“We have a lot of things to discuss if we are going to do this tomorrow so stop pushing your tongue down my sisters throat and get inside”

“I guess our fun is over” he chuckled and we quickly followed Benji inside.

[the-rule-of-beasts]

Ok so you wrote the 'Ghost on the shore' thing, right? (Which is very good by the way)

I was thinking that what if the challenger tried communicating through the death cards? Like, slowly mapping out sentences telling Leshy about themselves? Idk, i just feel like there's some story opportunity there but i don't have the brain cells to write it. Maybe explaining why they never take the meat?

Y’all… y’all. Y’all are absolute geniuses. I hadn’t even thought of this concept when I wrote Ghost on the Shore- and honestly?? Amazing, breathtaking, spectacular.

I’m sorry if y’all wanted a real, proper fic about this concept, I’ve been having trouble with long form writing as of late, so this is just going to be more of a stream of consciousness than anything else.

Okay okay anyway anyway:

Maybe you first reach out to Leshy through your death cards as an experiment. Maybe it was just for fun, maybe you have some suspicions that Leshy just seems far too real for this to be just a game. He’s said one to many oddly specific thing, has praised you one too many times, has held the camera one minute longer than seemed natural. Perhaps you feel like he’s truly in there, and perhaps- whether you truly believe yourself or not, you decide you want to reach out.

The first card is a simple message: a little “Thank You :)” written above a weak, high cost card with crappy sigils. It’s obvious to Leshy that you were not trying to make a usable card, not trying to break the game as you often seemed so fond of doing, instead using the name as a way to communicate. He does not respond right away, and your monitor displays the by now familiar “…”. He takes your puppet’s picture, and the game resets. He does not comment when the scene shifts back to his table, to the shadowy puppet and the long stretching silence.

But you notice that he did not pin up your death card too the door, that he does not offer it for use. And in your wandering about his cabin, if you are keen about it, you will notice that it is placed on his right side, often resting beneath the tips of his fingers.

This is promising.

You hasten your death, dying quickly to map battles and shifting excitedly when the scene once again shifts into that familiar photo room. You pay no attention to the stats, no mind to making a descent, working card. Instead you type “can you hear me?” with shaking fingers. There is another long stint of silence as Leshy ponders your card, hope swelling in the Scrybe’s chest in… well, he can hardly remember the last time he had felt hope.

“No,” he finally says, and you can feel your excitement mounting with every word, “I cannot hear you. But this- I can see this.”

Thus begins a new way of playing, of learning how to communicate. Leshy is finally able to begin to place a person to the puppet he faces, is finally able to put bits and pieces together to form the semblance of a personality. And you learn new ways to communicate with your game master, learn everything you can about him and his world. He tells you stories, asks you questions about yourself. You learn a way to answer yes and no questions with the squishy mushrooms by the globe, two bops for yes, one for no.

And you use every death as an opportunity to introduce yourself time and time again. You give him your name, your real name. You tell him that you love his game, that you wish the two of you could speak properly. You tell him how bitter you are about not being able to eat his gift, your little “want meat >:(“ bringing a smile to his face and his bright laugh to the dark room.

And it is not much, it is small and fragile, but it is tangible. And Leshy knows that there is a person behind the puppet. A true Challenger to love and to admire. He has words now, words that he can hold and read over and over again, even when you leave. He has promises now, too, words that he gets to hold close to his heart and await the day they are fulfilled. He has you now, a semblance of you, a tangible part of you that he can touch and feel and cherish. And while he wants more. He wants to hear you, to touch you, to feel your pulse and your breath, feel the proof that you are alive and that he is alive. But this… this is enough. This is the small blessing you gave him, the one true light in the darkness that surrounds and suffocates him.

And he hopes that one day there will be more.

He hopes that one day, there will be you.