#i need to replay her asap

[invinciblerodent]

I originally went off only in the tags about how this makes the both her and Davrin welcomed outsiders exploring each other's worlds, but on a second thought, that's really what tickles my brain about this the most, I think.

Like the game gives a bit of insight into the Dalish and gives an opportunity for a human Rook to gain a bit of a deeper understanding through their Dalish allies, and maybe I enjoy toying with the reverse, and the cultural implications of the seedier urban Tevinter environments being overall far more welcoming to the Dalish than most others. Maybe I like the idea that regular, garden-variety crooks are no more strange to Davrin than your average Warden recruit, and the old red bricks lining the streets beneath the now-available magic signs is maybe even a charming meeting of the old and new that feels strangely familiar to him, too.

Or maybe I just like the thought of the Confident Heroic Cool Warden being knocked profoundly out of his element as he's pulled onto a crowded dancefloor by this whirlwind woman, or when a little old (very obviously queer, dwarven) man who greeted his girlfriend like a granddaughter grabs him by the shoulders, sloppily kisses him on both cheeks, and then makes an ever so slightly inappropriate remark in broken Common/Dwarven/Tevene about his biceps, and a pleasant, but surprisingly racist one about how, for a cat, Ver seems to be a bit of a greyhound*.

(*an old-fashioned and now-pejorative Tevene slang term I just made up for someone who sleeps with mostly elves, because they "chase rabbits")

Before release, I always kind of thought of Ver's usual haunts in Minrathous being part of an industrial-ish area (factories, docks, the surrounding blue collar residentials, etc.), but I've been thinking, and with Dock Town being what it is in-game (and with what it is to Neve), I think I prefer her being more tied to one of the (no doubt many) entertainment- and nightlife districts of the city.

I'm thinking of one of those moderately seedy parts of town that have pubs/taverns/hookah lounges/drag bars/"specialty shops"/etc. and little mom-and-pop eateries that are definitely not fronts for something all lining the streets on the bottom floors of workers' apartment complexes, and at least three larger nightlife establishments (like a casino [gambling den], a circus [it's a cointoss whether you'll see the best burlesque act or a cagefight], and something they only affectionately call a "dancehall") are all sharing view of the same street.

As of right now, I'm tentatively calling it Redbrick Ridge in my mind, because Minrathous seems to use primarily light-colored stones and red and teal magelights (and I think poorer, mainly Soporati-owned places using red accent-bricks to imitate the red of magic would be a cool touch), but I also like the idea that colloquially, it'd more be known as the Catsbane Quarter, or just Catsbane (after the codex entry for the Sun-Blonde Vint in DAI)- in part because of the way a certain Tevene alcohol is typically served, and in part because, like Dock Town, it's also home to a large colony of feral/stray cats.

(Maybe one of the ways you could easily spot an outsider is that they'd be the ones who say that something is "on the Ridge" or "in Redbrick", but the people who actually live there would say that they're from Catsbane, or refer to the people there as "cats". Like, "where in the city are you from?" "oh, I'm a cat.")

(Lots of fun cat-wordplay for a more "low-class" area, too... "A cat may look at a king" being a bit of a slogan for non-mage and slave rights, or an expression of commiserating over injustice? "All cats are grey in the dark", both as a "we're all equal here", and as a way to say "no officer, I didn't see anything"? Someone suspected to be an informant is someone who "wears a bell"? So many opportunities, and they all work really nicely for a place with pronounced Shadow Dragon presence!)

Since Ver was a (military-trained) Soporati guard/rent-a-cop before joining up with Varric, I originally figured that having her mainly guard (and spy on-) slave-keeping construction sites was a fitting thing, but I think now, knowing both her character and the game as I do, I prefer her as a security guard during the week, and a bouncer during the weekends.

Like I like her not as a go-to problem-solver like Neve, but more like... some sort of a neighborhood Red Jenny, someone who somehow (at least tangentially) knows everyone in her bubble.

And like... she lives in one of the dingy little apartments above a moderately run-down lunch-place (at first I thought it would be run by her uncle, now I'm more picturing an older person who emphatically calls her things like "columba mea" and acts like a doting grandmother, but isn't actually related to her). Her friends are all line cooks, busboys, dancers, dishwashers and all kinds of entertainers, as well as bar owners, bartenders and barflies, not a small percentage of them Liberati- which, with her reputation as a useful person to know and the open secret of her being a Shadow, would be something that probably would have drawn someone like Varric to her very easily. (I mean, he primarily seems to network by just... going to bars and asking the drunkest people still capable of speech about who's worth knowing, lol.)

Plus, I also really like the idea that if the owners/workers at a place know that someone is about to cause trouble, they'd see if she's around, ask her to step in for the night, and maybe crack some heads together.

Like imagine being a big, hotshot wannabe-Venatori swinging their metaphorical dick around over a game of Archon, and in comes this quite pretty, but overall unremarkable woman who is kissing 5'7" from the bottom and is not particularly intimidating, but she still lays you the absolute fuck out to dry without breaking a sweat. Probably one of the top ten most embarrassing ways for that night to end, lol.

[heyitslapis]

Watching bits of TLOU2 Remastered Directors Commentary on yt & literally hollering with laughter when Laura Bailey says "You fucking moron!" after Abby scolds Owen for suggesting to cut & cauterize Yara's arm 😭😭🤣🤣🤣

[hurtblossom]

Hello ?

Pairing : Lando Norris x Female!reader

Summary : It’s World Mental Health Day, and you get a call from a special someone.

Warning : None, just Fluff (for once), it’s short, use of she/her pronouns

Masterlist

« So today, in honor of World Mental Health Day, we’re going to as you to call someone and ask them, about their day, ask them how they have been. » The woman on the other side of the camera assied Lando.

« Ugh, i hate calling people. » Lando whined, grabbing his phone, and going through his contact list.

« Come on, it’s for a good cause. » The woman smiled. « You just have to say : Hey, I was just thinking about you, just wanted to check in, and just start a conversation with the person? Is that okay with you? »

« Yeah sure. » Lando replies softly, looking at the name he chose.

« Do you know who you’re going to call already? » The woman asked.

« Yup. » Lando pressed the call button; and put the speaker on. « I just hope she’s going to replay, she doesn’t like to speak on the phone either »

After a White, a feminine voice could be heard on the other side of the phone. « Hi? »

« Hello love » Lando said softly, smiling at the phone. « I was just thinking about you, and i wanted to check on you, y’know, hear you voice. »

« That’s very nice Lan. » Y/N smiled, holding the phone against her ear. « I’ve been thinking about you too. »

« What have you been up to love ? How are you? » Lando asked again.

« I’m okay, i’ve been working, y’know how it is. » She replied softly.

« Just okay? » He frowned.

« Better if you were here. » She smiles and giggled.

« I can’t let you be just okay, love. I’ll have to come to see you. » He said, grinning down at the phone, forgeting about the people around him.

« I’m happy you called, i needed that. Thank you. » She said softly. « I’ve missed you. »

« I’ve missed you too, love. I’m happy i called too. » He replied in the same tone. He looked around remembering all the team watching him. « I have to go film, love, i’ll call you back asap. »

« It’s okay, good luck today, Lan. I love you. »

« I love you too. Let me know if you need anything, okay? » He asked.

« Mhm, i will. Take care, don’t overwork yourself » She almost whispered.

« I won’t. You know I won’t. » Lando laughed a little. « Okay then. Take care, okay? I love you. »

« I love you too » Y/N blushed, smiling.

« I’ll see you soon love, I promise. » He said in a whisper.

« I’ll be waiting for you », after a few seconds, Y/N hung up, letting Lando contemplate a black screen.

As the call ended, Lando found himself staring at the black screen, a lingering smile on his face. For a moment, everything else seemed to fade away—cameras, lights, the crew around him—it was just him and the warmth of that conversation.

The woman on the other side of the camera smiled knowingly. “That sounded like more than just a casual check-in. You want to share a little more about her?”

Lando leaned back in his chair, still holding his phone loosely. “She’s... someone really special,” he said, his voice softer than usual. "You know when someone knows you inside out? Like, they get you in a way no one else does?"

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like it’s more than just a friend, Lando. Why did you pick her to call?"

Lando chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because she makes me feel grounded. No matter how crazy things get, she’s always there, reminding me who I really am.”

The woman tilted her head, giving him a playful grin. “And you’re sure that’s the only reason?”

Lando laughed, shaking his head. “Maybe there’s a little more to it than that.”

The woman leaned in closer, her tone gentle. “What are you waiting for, then? You said you’ll see her soon. Is that something you want to keep as a promise?”

Lando’s smile deepened, his eyes softening as he looked at the camera. “Yeah, it’s a promise. I’ve been away for too long, and I miss her more than I can explain.”

He glanced down at his phone, his heart warming as he thought about Y/N’s laugh, the way she always made him feel at home, no matter how far away he was. "I’ll see her soon," he repeated, almost to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "And when I do, I’ll make sure she knows how much she means to me."

The woman watched him with a knowing smile, sensing that there was more to the story than Lando was willing to share on camera. "I think she already knows, Lando."

He smiled, nodding slowly. "Yeah, but I want to remind her."

The woman grinned. “Well, I think she’s waiting for you, so don’t keep her too long.”

Lando chuckled again, feeling lighter after the call. “I won’t. Promise.”

With that, the woman wrapped up the segment, but Lando’s thoughts remained on Y/N. As the cameras were turned off and the lights dimmed, his heart was already counting down the moments until they’d be together again. And this time, he wouldn’t let the distance keep them apart for so long.

NDA : I'm a bit late, but take care of your loved one guys, make sure to check on them, and if you guys need someone, a friend to talk to, you can come to me.

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Serving Up Some Chemistry | OP81

NEFERASKINGDOM

Summary: A quirky YouTube host invites rising stars Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri for a BBQ episode in honor of the Austin GP. Amidst hilarious banter and messy sauce spills, she and Oscar discover an unexpectedly adorable connection.

OSCAR PIASTRI MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Instagram Post by yourusername:

Surprise! 🚨 In honour of the Austin GP, we’ve got a special episode coming your way featuring none other than Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri! 🤠🍖

We’ll be trying some Texas BBQ and answering your questions—so drop them below! 👇 Let’s see if Oscar can handle the heat and if Lando can manage not to spill sauce on everything. 😆

Comments:

landonorris:

Can’t wait! Hoping I won’t embarrass myself too much. 😅

oscarpiastri:

Super excited for this! BBQ and questions? Sounds like a great time!

user1:

This is going to be epic! Can’t wait to see Lando and Oscar together!

user2:

OMG, the BBQ challenge is going to be hilarious! 😂

user3:

I’m ready for all the chaos that’s about to unfold!

user4:

Y/N, you’re going to have the best time! Can’t wait for this episode!

user5:

Excited to see how Oscar handles the heat! He better be ready!

user6:

Lando’s going to spill sauce everywhere, I can feel it! 😂

user7:

This is the best surprise ever! Bring on the BBQ!

user8:

The chemistry is going to be so fun to watch!

user9:

I just know this is going to be a classic episode!

Instagram Post by yourusername:

The episode is finally OUT! 🎉 Had the best time with landonorris and oscarpiastri—thank you both for being such great sports and handling the BBQ challenge like pros! 🤠🍖

Hope you all enjoy watching it as much as we enjoyed making it! Check it out on the channel now. 🙌

Comments:

oscarpiastri:

Had a great time! Thanks for having us, I’ll definitely be ready for round two. Maybe with less BBQ sauce next time? 😅

landonorris:

It was a blast! I’m still recovering from the sauce overload, but we’ll be back for sure! I’ll even bring an extra shirt 😂

user10:

They need to come back! That was the best thing I’ve ever watched!

user11:

The way Oscar was smiling the whole time—he’s definitely down for round two!

user12:

Lando being the messiest eater while Oscar just tries to survive? ICONIC.

user13:

The episode was pure gold! You three had the best energy!

user14:

Lando’s laugh is contagious! I was cracking up the whole time! 😂

user15:

Oscar was a whole mood trying to keep it together while eating BBQ! I need more of this trio ASAP!

user16:

The chaos, the laughs, the flirting—it was EVERYTHING! 😍

user17:

OMG, Oscar looked like he was about to faint when he first saw yourusername! He was so smitten. 😍

user18:

I can’t with how Oscar turned bright red when yourusername wiped the BBQ sauce off his chin! That was the cutest moment ever! 

user19:

Lando’s commentary had me in stitches! “Oscar, try not to drown in her eyes while you eat!” 😂

user20:

Their chemistry was insane! Every awkward pause just made it more adorable. I can't stop replaying it in my head!

user21:

“Can I get a little help with this sauce?” — Oscar was serving vulnerable and I am HERE for it! So smooth, Oscar! 😏

user22:

Lando saying, “Don’t get lost in her eyes while you’re eating, or I’ll have to save you,” was the best! He’s such a mess! 😂

user23:

The way Oscar shyly laughed at yourusername’s comments made my heart do flips! Can they just date already?

user24:

Their little glances and smiles were everything! I felt like I was watching a cute love story unfold right in front of me!

user25:

When yourusername asked, “Do you usually bring this much heat to a BBQ?” I was like, “Okay, that was smooth!” Oscar was totally flustered!

user26:

Honestly, the way they interacted was pure magic. They could literally sell me anything with that energy!

user27:

Lando is just a whole mood, trying to get Oscar to spill his secrets while keeping it light and funny! This was chaotic perfection!

user28:

I’m still thinking about how cute they were. Oscar’s shy reactions paired with yourusername’s playful teasing were too much to handle!

user29:

This episode was everything! I can’t stop thinking about how sweet their interactions were. I need more!

user30:

Their little glances and soft smiles were everything. Oscar’s flustered reactions were so endearing. ❤️

user31:

I can’t believe how much fun that was to watch! Lando being a mess and Oscar being adorable? What a combo!

user32:

I need behind-the-scenes footage ASAP! Their interactions were too cute to miss!

user33:

This episode was a masterpiece. Their dynamic felt so genuine. I need more content of Oscar and yourusername together!

Instagram Post by yourusername:

Race day vibes! 🏎️💨 Thrilled to be at the Austin Grand Prix and feel the energy in the air! Can’t wait to see Lando and Oscar out on the track today! Let’s go, papaya boys! 🍊🏁

Comments:

landonorris:

Let’s go! Can’t wait to see you there! 🏁

oscarpiastri:

Excited to have you cheering us on! Let’s make it a day to remember! 😄

user34:

Okay, but wearing his number and posing in his car? Is this a thing now?

user35:

I’m not saying you’re dating, but I’m not NOT saying it either! The signs are all there!

user36:

She’s literally living the dream! Can we talk about how adorable they’d be together?

user37:

Her rocking the 81 cap is giving major “I’m totally rooting for my crush” energy!

user38:

They better have some cute moments on the track today! I need content!

user39:

If she doesn’t end up dating Oscar after this, I’m going to be seriously disappointed. 😩

user40:

I see the chemistry, and I’m here for it! Can we get some couple content, please?

user41:

I bet Oscar’s heart is racing just as fast as the cars right now!

user42:

Can we please get some updates on this? I’m invested!

user43:

If they don’t end up together after this GP, I’m throwing a fit! The chemistry is undeniable!

user44:

I’m shipping them so hard right now! Someone make it happen!

user45:

All I’m saying is if I was in her position, I’d definitely be flirting with Oscar!

user46:

Wait, is she wearing Oscar’s number? 🤔👀 Something’s brewing here!

user4:

If they don’t end up together after this, I’m throwing hands! They’re practically destined to be!

Instagram Post by yourusername:

Nothing going on, just a shit ton of editing! 🎬✨ Can’t wait for you all to see the latest episode—it’s a tell-all with some juicy insights you won’t want to miss! Stay tuned! 🙌

Comments:

landonorris:

Oscar’s been whining about the new episode for days now. 😂 You’d think it’s his favorite show!

 ↪oscarpiastri:

I wasn’t whining! I was… politely asking. 😅

 ↪yourusername:

Oh really? I had no idea you were such a fan. I’ll try to make this episode extra special for you. 😉

 ↪oscarpiastri:

I already know it’ll be perfect, especially with your editing skills. 😄

 ↪charles_leclerc:

Oscar, you seem a little too excited about this episode. 😏

 ↪georgerussell63:

He's definitely excited. I’ve never seen someone so eager for an episode! 😂

user48:

Their banter is so cute! I can’t get over how sweet they are! 🥹💕

user49:

Oscar acting all shy is everything! They definitely have something special!

user50:

The way Y/n teases him? Major couple vibes! 😍

user51:

Lando just casually exposing Oscar's crush on Y/n is iconic!

user52:

I’m here for all the fluffy interactions! They need to get together already!

user53:

I can’t be the only one who sees the heart eyes Oscar has for her, right?

user54:

Oscar trying to play it cool but failing is the cutest thing ever!

user55:

The way Oscar and Y/n interact is giving me life! They are too cute! 😍

user56:

Oscar whining for the episode?? Yeah, they’re definitely crushing on each other.

user57:

The subtle flirting though?? I am obsessed. 🥺

user58:

They’re adorable! This is what I live for! Oscar is so soft when it comes to her! 💖

user59:

If they’re not dating after this, I’m going to be devastated. The chemistry is unreal!

user60:

Oscar’s got heart eyes for her, 100%! I’m here for the rom-com energy! 🍿

Instagram Post by oscarpiastri:

Not exactly the result we wanted today, but the team worked hard and I’m proud of the effort we put in. We’ll come back stronger next race. 💪 Thanks for all the support as always! Onwards and upwards. ✌️

Comments:

user61:

Oscar really thought he could sneak in that last photo like we wouldn’t notice… boy, we SEE you! 👀

user62:

Hold up. That last picture. Who’s holding your hand, sir? We need answers. 😳

user63:

Forget the race, who’s the mystery girl?! Man’s out here soft-launching a whole relationship!

user64:

Oscar: “We’ll get 'em next race!”

Also Oscar: casually holding hands with someone and trying to act like it’s no big deal. 🧐

user65:

You really thought we wouldn’t zoom in on that third photo? The fandom is about to explode!

user66:

Me pretending to care about race results while I’m over here like 👁️👄👁️ over that hand-holding pic.

user67:

Okay, but real talk… is that Y/n? Because I’m about to lose it if it is!

user68:

Oscar: "Tough race."

Everyone: "YEAH BUT WHO’S THE GIRL?"

user69:

Man, not you sneaking in a whole mystery date at the end. My detective skills are about to activate. 🔍

user70:

Is this Oscar’s way of lowkey announcing a relationship, or are we all collectively losing our minds?

user71:

Bro, you can’t just drop this and walk away like we’re not going to dissect every pixel of that picture. 😂

user72:

If that’s Y/n holding his hand, I’m officially shipping this HARD. 😍

user73:

Is that… Y/n?? Did Oscar just soft launch a relationship?? 😳

user74:

Me: focusing on the race results

Also me: WHO is he holding hands with?!

user75:

Nah, Oscar, you can't just sneak in a soft launch and think we wouldn’t notice! 😭

user76:

This race was cool and all, but let’s focus on what really matters. Oscar’s got a GIRL?!

user77:

Whoever is holding Oscar's hand, I hope she knows how lucky she is. But also... IS IT Y/N?! 🥺

Instagram Post by formula1gossip:

Spotted in the paddock! 👀 Looks like Oscar Piastri and YouTuber/host yourusername are more than just friends—caught sharing a kiss! 💋 Could this be the F1 romance we didn’t see coming? Fans, what are your thoughts? Is this the grid's new power couple? 🔥

Comments:

user78:

OH MY GOD I WASN’T READY FOR THIS TODAY!! 😱😍

user79:

STOP. OSCAR AND Y/N ARE ACTUALLY A THING?!? THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! 🚨🚨🚨

user80:

I knew it! I KNEW IT. The way he’s been looking at her in every interview was a dead giveaway. 🥲

user81:

This is so cute but also low-key creepy? Like, let them have their privacy. 😬

user82:

Nah, this was not on my 2024 F1 Bingo card but I’m HERE for it!! Oscar really said, “plot twist.” 🥵

user83:

Forget the race drama, THIS is what we’re all here for. 😂

user84:

I don’t know if I should be happy for them or freak out that the internet is creeping on their private moment. 😳

user85:

Okay but... am I the only one who feels kinda bad for them? Let them live! 😕

user86:

Man really went from “awkwardly flirting” to “straight-up kissing in the paddock.” Piastri’s got game! 💀

user87:

I need to know WHO took this picture because they deserve a raise for breaking the internet. 😭

user88:

Wait, Oscar really went from sneaky hand-holding to THIS?! Boy moves fast! 🤯

user89:

Okay, but if this is real, Oscar and Y/n are the cutest thing to happen to F1 since... well, ever. 😍

user90:

I’m dying at the fact that Oscar was so shy and now he’s out here making public moves. My heart can’t take it!! 🥺

user91:

This is cute and all, but also kinda invasive? Give them some space, people! 😕

user92:

How do I go from “aww, so cute” to “this is kind of a privacy issue” in one second? 😅

user93:

The way Oscar went from 0 to 100 real quick. Y/n must’ve unlocked his final form or something. 😏

user94:

Did we just collectively witness a romcom happening in real life? Oscar and Y/n, you have my full support. 🙌

user95:

Half of me is SCREAMING, and the other half is like, "y’all, this is kinda creepy… let them live in peace!”

Instagram Post by yourusername:

Well... cat’s officially out of the bag. 🐱💫

Comments:

landonorris:

FINALLY!! I’ve been keeping this secret for so long, I deserve an award for acting like it’s not disgustingly adorable every single day. 😩

 ↪yourusername:

Aww, poor Lando. We’ll get you a medal. Maybe one for “Best Third Wheel” too? 🥇😏

 ↪oscarpiastri:

Best third wheel and also the loudest complainer. You’ll be fine, mate. 😂

 ↪landonorris:

I WILL NEVER BE FINE. 😤

user96:

WAIT. DID HE JUST GIVE HER A FOREHEAD KISS?! I’m dead. 🥲

user97:

Oscar, can you fight?! Because Y/n is everyone’s crush now and you’ve got competition, buddy! 😤

user98:

Oscar is living the romcom life we all deserve. We need a movie adaptation of this STAT. 🎬

user99:

This was not on my 2024 bingo card but I’m HERE FOR IT. Y’all are too cute!! 🥹

user100:

Okay but… where’s the wedding invite? I need to start shopping. 💀

user101:

Oscar, how does it feel being THE luckiest guy in the paddock? 🧐 Asking for a friend.

user102:

Not gonna lie, I’m obsessed with this. Y’all are literally relationship goals. 🥰

user103:

Oscar out here being all shy and adorable while soft-launching the cutest relationship of the year. We’re NOT worthy. 😩

user104:

I swear if Oscar ever messes this up, the entire fandom is ready to throw hands. WE GOT YOU, Y/N! 👊

user105:

They’re that couple. You know, the ones who are so cute you can’t even be mad about it. 💕

user106:

If this was a movie, the soundtrack would just be us screaming "I ship it" on repeat. 🎶

user107:

Lando’s the third wheel and we love it.

user108:

Oscar and Y/n hard-launching their love while Lando cries in the background... the content we never knew we needed. 😭💀

oscarpiastri:

Couldn’t be happier to share this with you. 💛

 ↪yourusername:

Same. I love you, Oscar. 💫

 ↪oscarpiastri:

I love you too, always. 💛

 ↪user109:

Did they just say “I love you” in the comments?!? I’m unwell, this is TOO CUTE. 😭💖

 ↪user110:

Oscar dropping “I love you” casually like we’re not all DYING right now. 💀

 ↪user111:

Every time I see them interact, I lose more faith in my ability to ever find love this cute. 😩

 ↪user112:

Oscar and Y/n: existing

Us: screaming, sobbing, throwing up, planning the wedding. 🥳

[myloveer0]

''Dream at first lust''

(Ambessa x reader NsFw)😭🥵❤️

18+ Read it at your own risk!

---Imagine waking up in the middle of the night, only to find Ambessa standing before you. What would you do?---

Note: I decided to write this because of my love and obsession with Queen Ambessa. This idea suddenly came out of my brain randomly and i went full lock on with it. Need to contribute for more Ambessa fics! asap!!

(This is not perfect and might encounter typos)

Part I

“Ugh… Mhmm… F*ck!” A deep groan escaped your lips as waves of satisfying pleasure washed over you. Your shoulders tensed involuntarily, and your breath hitched. You set your phone down on the bed and stared at the dark ceiling of your apartment, feeling satisfaction and incredulous act you had indulged in for days.

You raise your finger, feeling the sleek wetness of your release coating it. Are you being ridiculous? Where has your dignity gone? With a chuckle, when it comes to this woman all that dignity seems to disappear and unexisting.

It has been days and weeks as you found yourself endlessly replaying Ambessa's provocative TikTok videos and delving into tantalizing online fiction. Each new glimpse of her stirred a primal desire within you, pushing you further to the edge. Now, you watched another viral video of her, found yourself losing control. In an intoxicating haze of desire, your pants disappeared and you already coming and succumbed to overwhelming pleasure.

“W-why aren’t you real?” you whimpered, staring at your phone. On the screen, Ambessa was smiling; it was the scene from the final episode before the fight with Mel and Caitlyn. You stared at it, her captivating smile radiating. She embodied beauty, exuding a deep, masculine and feminime energy that drew you in like a moth to a flame. It was an intoxicating obsession, one that left you yearning for something just out of reach. It was a frustrating and a heartbreaking feeling.

You let out a long, heavy breath and shook your head, sinking deeper into the comfort of your pillow. It wasn’t the first time your mind had wandered back to her—ever since you finished watching Arcane, she’d been all you could think about. Ambessa Medarda: the Matriarch of War, the warlord, the stateswoman. Her presence was magnetic, powerful, and utterly inescapable.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop her from invading your thoughts. Not that you wanted to. You didn’t bother hiding your fascination, even from yourself. That's why you indulge yourself by watching her edits on tiktok and fanfiction available you can find anywhere in the internet just to fill the empty feeling on your heart. But it wasn’t enough. It never was.

Which always result to plessuring yourself. You’d close your eyes and imagine her—sweet yet commanding, masculine yet graceful, towering at six foot nine. The thought of her consuming you, taking you, using you as she pleased—it sent a shiver down your spine every time.

You rubbed your eyes, the weight of drowsiness settling over you. Glancing at the clock revealed it was already hitting midnight. You had planned to take a quick dip in the tub after losing yourself in yet another fantasy, hoping to wash away the lingering wetness that clung to your core.

You never liked sleeping that way—it left you feeling sticky and exposed—but tonight, exhaustion seemed determined to win. Your eyelids grew heavier with every passing moment, and the thought of dragging yourself to the bathroom felt impossible.

''Maybe in the morning…'' you whisper hazily, surrendering to the pull of sleep.

..

Thud!!

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of something heavy falling somewhere nearby. Your sleepy eyes stirred open, mind groggy and slow to catch up. The room was dark, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the gap in the curtains. For a moment, you lay still, listening, your heart beating a little faster. You where the type of person who was sensitive to sound especially in the sleep. For a second, you wondered if you were just hearing it.

Reaching out blindly, you felt around for your phone, your hand fumbling over the sheets until your fingers brushed the cool surface of the screen. The glow of the display was harsh, making you squint as your tired eyes adjusted. 2:03 a.m.

You groaned softly, letting the face fall back onto the bed. “Too early for this,” you muttered under your breath, rubbing your face with a sigh.

Then it came again.

A sound.

You breath caught, your fingers tightening around the phone. As you immediately sat up in bed, but this time wide awake, ears straining against the silence hoping to hear any sound. Your pulse drummed in your ears now, faster, sharper. You weren't just imagining it.

You scanned the room, but darkness was all you could see. Your apartment's bedroom was a decent size, familiar down to the last detail; you knew every inch of it. There was nowhere for anyone to hide—except in the shadows. You were certain the sound had come from your room, not outside. But how? How could someone get in?

The apartment building wasn’t cheap, boasting heavy security at every turn. No one could enter without passing layers of surveillance, and your door required a fingerprint scan. If anyone had tried to force their way through, the alert would’ve blared instantly.

You told yourself it was nothing. Maybe the wind. Maybe something you'd left precariously balanced had finally tipped over. But no matter how hard you tried to rationalize it, your body didn’t believe it. Your breath was shallow, as though even the act of breathing too loudly might give yourself away.

The phone was still in your hand, but you clutched it like a lifeline, your thumb hovering over the screen. Every nerve in your body screamed at you to move, to do something.

Your chest tightened when you heard it again—a creak.

This time, there was no mistaking it.

It came really inside the room.

You froze.

Your breath caught halfway in your throat and eyes grew widen. That was when you saw it—just barely, a shadow in the darkness. A tall figure, not even a few feet from your bed. It was standing still, like staring at you.

Your chest tightened as panic surged through you, an icy wave that rooted your place. Your hands trembled violently as you raised your phone, fumbling for the flashlight. Your heart pounded so loudly you thought it might burst.

The beam of light sliced through the darkness, illuminating the figure—just for a second.

Before you could process what you saw, it lunged.

You didn’t even have time to scream. Your phone slipped from your hands, bouncing onto the bed as the weight of the figure crashed into you. The air was knocked from your lungs as you forced back, your body pinned against the mattress.

A muscular arm coiled around your neck while the other pressed against the bed beside you, trapping you beneath its weight. You gasped, trying to fight, but it was useless. The pressure on your chest and neck kept you still, every movement was a struggle. You tried to move your legs but it only use it's own legs to pin it back down. It was impossible to escape.

The sharp, metallic scent of sweat and something faintly unfamiliar hit your nose. Your hands clawed instinctively at the arm restraining you, but the grip only tightened. Your mind raced, desperate to make sense of what was happening. Afraid your gonna be hurt much more worse which is death. Will you die in bed? A shurde of horror travel in your skin..

"Don’t move," the voice hissed again, low and guttural, the sound sending a chill down your spine.

Your blood ran cold as the realization sank in—you were helpless. Your body trembled uncontrollably, your throat dry and tight as though it had been sealed shut. Your chest heaved, every breath against the arm pressing against my neck.

Fear consumed you, raw and paralyzing. Tears pricked your eyes, spilling over as you began to sob. Your voice came out broken, barely above a whisper.

“P-please… please don’t hurt me. You can have whatever you want. Take anything you want from me. M-money—if you want money I’ll give it you. Just—just please don’t hurt me!”

The grip on your neck tightened, cutting off the desperate words spilling from your mouth. Your heart pounded wildly as you gasped for air.

“What are you talking about?” the voice snapped, colder now, laced with impatience. “Where am i? what kind of place is this”

You froze. Confusion collided with fear, and for a moment, you couldn’t even process the question. The grip eased just enough for you to wheeze out a frantic, “I-I don’t know! What are you talking about?”

Then it hit you. The light. Your phone. It was still on the bed, the flashlight casting a faint glow against the dark. Your trembling hands fumbled blindly, desperate to grab it.

When the light finally landed on the figure above you, You froze again—this time in utter disbelief. Your eyes widened, every ounce of fear momentarily replaced by a surge of shock that rippled through your entire body.

It was a woman.

Not just any woman.

Her familiar face, her piercing eyes, the sharp lines of her jaw and the scars in her face—all of it was unmistakable. Your breath hitched as your mind reeled.

This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t possible.

It was her. Ambessa Medarda.

Flesh and blood, alive, and impossibly here in front of you. Even touching and pinning you down.

The woman you had dreamed of. The woman you had wanted.

For a moment, you forgot about the weight pinning you down, the fear that had gripped you moments ago. You could only stare at her, mind a chaotic swirl of disbelief, awe, and a lingering sense of stange excitement.

“A-ambessa...??” The name slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

Her eyes narrowed at the sound, sharp as daggers. She didn’t loosen her grip; instead, her forearm pressed harder against your throat.

“Who are you?” she demanded, her voice a low growl. “What is this place? How did you bring me here. Tell me—are you one of them? The Black Rose?”

Your head shook wildly desperate. “I’m not—I swear—please!” The words spilled out, choking as you clawed at her arm.

Ambessa’s lips curled into a sneer, her dark eyes piercing through you, scanning every inch of your body like a predator weighing its prey. There was something chilling in the way she looked at you— as if she was deliberating, assessing if you were a threat capable of fighting back. She was everything the woman you knew. No doubt.

The silence stretched, before she finally released her grip. Maybe realizing that you were just a helpless and weak woman. You staggered back, clutching your neck with trembling hands, your breaths ragged. A violent cough racked your chest as you struggled to refill your lungs, the imprint of her strength still burning into your skin.

Ambessa straightened her posture, exuding an air of quiet authority as her dark eyes scanned your place. She was fully alert and cautioned. The room was dim, offering little for her to see, but her presence seemed to fill every corner nonetheless.

You cursed under your breath, still shaken. She was impossibly strong—stronger than you’d imagined. Just with her bare hand can easily send you to your death effortlessly. You almost get choke to death to the woman you were lusting every night.

That moment of reprieve gave you the chance to really look at her, to take her in fully. She was massive, taller than anyone you’d ever seen, and built like she could crush stone with her bare hands. Broad shoulders, arms thick with muscle, every inch of her radiated strength.

Her skin was rich bronze, smooth in places but broken by scars that suit her more. Her wet silver curls fell freely over her shoulders, stray droplets trailing down the curve of her neck. Her perfect figure, lean and powerful, was wrapped in a red silk robe that clung to her like it was tailor-made to emphasize her dominance. She looks like she just got out of a bath. And was upset where she have gone into.

Your breath hitched as your eyes traced the elegant lines of her frame, and you cursed again under your breath, this time at your own weakness. She was breathtaking—hotter than anything your imagine. Seeing her in person didnt do no justice on what you saw on screen. She was impossibly attractive on how you see her.

Her brows frowned before your eyes met. Maybe she felt it—the intensity of your stare, the way you couldn’t look away. The way your gaze have the possibility to devour her.

Her gaze flickered downward, scanning you every inch of your body as you lay there on the bed. Her right brow raised. You shuddered under her scrutiny, your breath hitching in your chest just with her stare alone. God knew. How much the effect this woman can make you. Then, her eyes darted to the faint glow of your phone still lying on the bed.

Her expression changed in an instant, her lips parting slightly.

You followed her gaze, your stomach twisting in horror as you realized what she was looking at—your phone, the light still illuminating your screen.

Your heart stopped.

There, clear as day, was her. Ambessa Medarda. Smiling, confident, every inch the figure she was. Her image—your favorite image of her—boldly displayed on your wallpaper.

Your cheeks burned, humiliation spreading like wildfire through your body. Of all the times, of all the situations—this had to be the moment she saw it when she was right next to you in real life.

Her hand moved before you could react, snatching the phone from the bed.

“Wait!” you gasped, panic breaking through your embarrassment as you sat up abruptly, reaching for it. But Ambessa didn’t flinch.

With a casual motion, she placed her large hand on your shoulder and pushed you back. It wasn’t rough, but the effortles strength behind it was enough to send me stumble back onto the mattress.

The phone was now in her grasp, her sharp eyes scanning the screen. Inspecting the strange object in her hand with curiosity but cautionly.

Good thing she doesn't know what a phone is or else. It would be a death of you. But suddenly out of nowhere her finger swipe the screen. Your jaw dropped in disbelief.

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart lurching as her finger effortlessly moved across the phone, the screen responding as if she’d done it a thousand times before. How could she know how to use it? Was it instinct, or was you just that unlucky? You just remember. You underestimate how intellegent this woman is. She wasn't a warlord for nothing.

You bolted upright, a panicked boldness taking over as you reached out, desperate to snatch it back before she saw anything else.. But before your hand could even graze hers.

“Stay...” Ambessa demanded. Her arm didn’t relent; her gaze bore into you, daring you to defy her.

The word rolled off her tongue, low, smooth, and dripping with something you couldn’t quite place— a hint of seduction that hit you like a lightning bolt.

You froze mid-motion, Your outstretched hand trembling as your body betrayed me. Your knees felt weak and fall back to the bed, your heart pounding not from fear this time but in heat. A warmth bloomed in your chest, sliding lower, pooling deep in my core. You bit down on your lip hard, trying to keep it together, but it was impossible to ignore the wave of hunger rushing through you. You felt ridicolous right now. How can you be horny in this kind of situation.

How could you not? This was all you have been dreaming about for weeks. This wasn’t fear. This was something darker, deeper, something you didn’t dare name.

You felt like a rotten tomato, shame washing over you as you realized—why haven't you put you a password on your phone. How could you be so careless? Your mind raced, imagining the photos, the bookmarks, all of it laid bare for her to see.

Ambessa’s lips curved into the faintest smirk, her eyes still fixed on the glowing screen. She turned the device over in her hands, examining it with an almost childlike curiosity, though her sharp expression was anything but innocent.

“Interesting…” Ambessa murmured, her voice thick with intrigue, her thumb brushing across the smooth glass again. “What kind of object is this, child?”

Her tone sent a shiver down my spine, the word child landing somewhere between teasing and commanding, making you feel both small and utterly exposed.

You swallowed hard, unable to form a single coherent word, your body tense as her gaze flicked back to you.

Ambessa looked at you like you had been caught red-handed, guilty in your act of pleasure. You couldn’t meet her eyes. You cant, in fear all the hunger, the desperation, the crumbling restraint you barely holding together. Instead, you dropped your gaze to the sheets, heat crawling up your neck.

Shit! Your mind screamed at you.

[folkloresthings]

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[shigarakisstalker]

brothers best friend is the one for me…

(!agedup bakugo katsuki x kirishima’s sister) (a little ooc but whatever)

this is super short but it’s been on my mind

“he’s off limits y/n, i’m serious.”

but god when he looked at you like that, eyes eyeing you like prey, he was basically irresistible.

“i just don’t know what to do mina… i like him so much but you know i cant.” you spoke on the phone.

you were in the kitchen, dressed in a sports bra and some baggy sweatpants that hung dangerously low. kirishima wasn’t home and neither were your parents.

until the door opened, “hey sis, we’re home.”

we’re?…

and then there he was, bakugo katsuki in all his glory.

“who’re you talking to?” he whispered. “mina” you mouthed, while waving at katsuki only to receive an eye roll in return.

kastuki eyed your figure though, especially where your gray sweatpants hung extremely low on your hips. he couldn’t help it, you were soooo pretty and god your fucking figure. it had him mesmerized.

“bakubro, you there?” kirishima finally pulled him along. “yeah shitty hair, just zoned out.”

you continued your conversation with mina, telling her all the details on kiri because of course she had a crush on him. it didn’t bother you though, i’d anything you were glad it was kirishima. he was a good guy and that was better than some scum bag who’d treat her shitty.

you went to your room, only to see bakugo sitting on your bed. “what’re you-”

“shhhh, shut the fuck up your brother will hear us.” he quickly placed a hand over your mouth. his crimson eyes bore into your e/c eyes. they were filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher.

“what are you doing here?!” you whisper yelled. his presence made you nervous. what was he doing in your room? why?

“i- fuck, i-i don’t know. i just needed to see you.” he ran a hand over his face, quietly pacing. “shitty hair can’t know i saw you. he’d lose his shit on me.”

“well.” you started. “why did you need to see me?”

“if i tell you this, you can’t say shit.”

kirishima’s words replayed in his head, “she’s off limits man, you can’t do that.”

maybe just one kiss would get it out of his system. he could stop thinking about you constantly and get over this little crush of his. but god kirishima would kill him. his only friend, yet he’s directly disobeying the one thing he said was a boundary.

fuck it, he’ll figure it out.

“i wont say anything.” you hesitated, “what is it?”

he stared at you for a moment,

before grabbing your face and kissing you.

the kiss was gentle yet passionate. he meant business and he’d obviously been thinking about it for awhile. and god his lips were so soft. he tasted of mint, and damn was he a good kisser. your brain went numb with the kiss. all thoughts leaving your head and common sense completely dissipated.

when you both pulled away, he stared into your eyes and pushed a stay hair from your face. “you can’t tell shitty hair, i mean it.”

“i won’t. i promise.”

he nodded silently, before rushing past you and out the door.

you needed to call mina again. asap.

and then you received a text.

k. bakugo

not a word to shitty hair, but i’ll stop by

tomorrow when he’s not home. we need

to talk.

AHHHHHHHHHH

[unsuperingyournatural]

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Jensen Ackles x Actress!Reader / Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader <platonic>

not saying anything about anyone. this idea materialized and went with it.

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Jensen had barely stepped into the terminal before the chaos began.

Flashes. Voices. Pens. Phones.

“Jensen! Over here!”

“Jensen! Just one shot, man!”

“Can you sign this, Jensen?”

He gave his trademark half-grin, the one that made crowds light up, and started signing with an ease that only came from years of practice. Photos, posters, a few weird objects. He didn't ask questions. Just kept it moving, just like always.

TMZ was in the mix, too, and so were a few of those guys with binders full of photos they’d resell online. Jensen didn’t love it, but he handled them the same way he handled everything else in public — smooth and unbothered. Or at least, looking that way.

“Where’s Y/N today?” someone called.

He didn’t look up, just said, “She’s across the country shooting right now.”

“Oh, that’s with Pedro Pascal, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jensen chuckled as he handed back a marker. “Lucky bastard gets to hang with her all day.”

Laughter rippled around him. He leaned into the joke, let it deflect any of the sting. He was cool with Pedro. Friendly, even. It wasn’t weird.

Mostly.

Then someone from the crowd — guy with a beard, phone out — pushed closer.

“Hey Jensen, you seen the new photos from set?”

Still signing, Jensen blinked. “What photos?”

The guy turned his phone around.

Three photos.

The first: you and Pedro laughing with the director, looking like a couple of kids in the best kind of trouble.

The second: Pedro saying something that had you smiling so wide Jensen could practically hear the laugh that went with it.

The third one hit a little lower. You, tucked under Pedro’s arm, head resting comfortably on his shoulder, the two of you watching something off-screen like you’d done it a hundred times before. Like it was natural. Like it belonged.

Jensen’s jaw ticked.

Barely.

He gave the phone back.

The guy raised an eyebrow. “What’s up with that, man?”

“Uh, nothing, man.” Jensen shrugged, light as air. “That’s common on set when two lead actors are playing each other’s love interest and they’re close friends like they are.”

Another signature. Another fake smile.

“You just have fun with it all and enjoy the ride. I know how much she likes working with the guy and how much fun she’s having on set. And that’s important, you know? Because other than the director, they’re the leaders on set — they set the tone for the rest of the cast and crew.”

He was answering without thinking now, defaulting to PR mode as the weight of the third photo stuck with him. How natural it looked. How comfortable you were in Pedro’s arms. How Jensen had never seen that particular smile when you were with him.

He wrapped things up quickly after that, making excuses about catching his flight, shaking hands, thanking the fans. Cool. Calm. Collected.

He stayed that way all the way to the gate.

All the way to his seat in first class.

All the way until the plane door sealed shut and he finally exhaled, jaw unclenching as he pulled out his phone.

He typed, erased, typed again.

Finally, he sent the message:

Need you to call me ASAP. Saw the new set pics.

He stared out the window.

Trying — and failing — not to replay the way your head rested on Pedro’s shoulder like it had every right to be there.

You were sitting in your trailer with your makeup half-done and your feet kicked up on the little sofa when your phone buzzed.

Jensen 💚: Need you to call me ASAP. Saw the new set pics.

Your stomach dropped.

You stared at the message for a second too long, rereading it like the words might change if you blinked hard enough.

You pulled up Instagram. Nothing on your feed yet. No tags. Then you checked Twitter — and there it was. A trending post. Your name. Pedro's. Someone had zoomed in on a few candid shots from set.

First one: You and Pedro laughing your asses off as the director waved her hands around. You remembered that moment — she’d made a joke about Pedro's "hero stance" being too dramatic, and Pedro had played it up even more. You’d doubled over laughing.

Second one: Pedro standing in front of you, making faces while the hair stylist adjusted your wig. You were grinning, wide and unfiltered.

Third one: …oh.

Oh.

You were leaning into him. Your head on his shoulder, his arms loose around you, like it was the most normal thing in the world. You looked calm. At peace. Comfortable. Too comfortable.

You swallowed hard.

Because yeah, it was normal on set. You’d spent weeks rehearsing together, shooting long days, figuring out the chemistry of your characters. You and Pedro got along — scarily well. He made you laugh when you needed it, offered you his coat between takes, always remembered to bring your favorite snack from the craft table.

But that photo. It didn’t look like friends. Not in the context of a trending topic. Not in the context of—

You clicked back to your messages.

No follow-up text.

You dialed him immediately, chewing at your thumbnail as it rang.

Once. Twice. Voicemail.

You hung up and called again.

No answer.

You hated this feeling — this wedge that had dropped between you from one image, one that wasn’t even about anything. But to him… it probably looked like something else. Something intimate.

Your trailer door creaked open and Pedro popped his head in. “Hey, we’re being called back in like, five—”

You must’ve looked pale or something, because he stopped short. “You okay?”

You nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Just… give me a minute?”

He hesitated. “Alright.” He lingered. “If this is about the photo stuff—”

You looked up sharply.

Pedro sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “Someone showed me on set. I didn’t think it’d blow up like this. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said quietly.

He gave you a small smile. “If he saw that third one, I get it. He’s probably just—y’know. Human.”

You nodded. “Yeah. He is.”

Pedro gave you one last look before closing the door behind him.

You stared at your phone again. The silence from Jensen felt louder than anything else.

You hated that one still frame — one unintentional, unguarded moment — could undo so much. Or make someone you love doubt what’s real.

You tried calling again.

Voicemail.

This time, you left one.

“Hey, babe. I just saw the photos. I know how that last one must’ve looked, and I’m sorry if it hurt you. It wasn’t anything, I swear. Pedro and I were waiting to shoot a scene, and I was freezing — I didn’t even realize someone took a picture. I should’ve texted you more from set, I know things have been hectic. But please don’t think for one second that you have anything to worry about. Okay? You’re it for me.”

You hesitated before hanging up.

Then, softer: “I miss you.”

Jensen had just leveled out in the air when he finally put his headphones in.

He didn’t open a movie. Didn’t scroll through music.

He played your voicemail.

It was quiet at first — your voice hushed, gentle. He closed his eyes.

“Hey, babe. I just saw the photos. I know how that last one must’ve looked, and I’m sorry if it hurt you…”

His jaw clenched. It didn’t hurt. I’m fine, he told himself, which was the first lie of the day.

It had hurt. Not in a full-on betrayal way — he trusted you. Of course he did. But that photo had snagged something in his chest and refused to let go. The way you looked with Pedro... relaxed, safe, like he was your home.

It was his shoulder you were supposed to lean on like that. Not someone else's.

“Pedro and I were waiting to shoot a scene, and I was freezing — I didn’t even realize someone took a picture…”

He knew. He knew. He’d been in this industry long enough to recognize what was real and what was camera bait. But still — your head on Pedro’s shoulder, his arms around you — it was too real-looking. It felt like something private, even if it wasn’t.

“I should’ve texted you more from set…”

Yeah, maybe. But he hadn’t exactly been blowing up your phone either. You’d both been busy, missing each other in that quiet, painful way people do when life gets loud.

“Please don’t think for one second that you have anything to worry about. Okay? You’re it for me.”

His throat tightened.

God, he missed you. Missed your laugh, your late-night ramblings, the way your hand always found his knee when you were curled up next to him. Missed your presence, like something about the world clicked into place when you were near.

“I miss you.”

He pulled out one earbud, let the quiet hum of the plane fill the silence. His eyes stayed on the seat in front of him, unfocused. He didn’t replay the message again — didn’t need to. Your voice was already echoing in his head.

He tapped out a reply before he could overthink it:

I miss you too. Let’s talk when I land, okay? We’ll talk.

He picked up the call on the first ring.

“Hey,” your voice came through, soft but steady.

“Hey,” he said back, eyes shut as he leaned against the seat. His voice was lower than usual, gravelly from holding too much in.

“I didn't want to wait.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

A pause.

“You okay?” you asked.

He let out a quiet breath, one hand scrubbing down his face. “Yeah. I mean, I wasn’t. But I’m better now.”

“That photo—”

“I know,” he cut in gently. “I know it’s nothing. I know how sets work. Hell, I’ve probably looked that cozy with co-stars more times than I can count.”

“Still… I hate that you saw it that way.”

“I didn’t want to,” he admitted, voice raw around the edges. “Didn’t want to feel that flash of… I don’t even know what it was. Just hit me out of nowhere.”

“It was cold. Pedro offered his jacket. I leaned. That was it.”

Jensen gave a humorless huff. “Pedro’s a good guy. I know that. I like him.”

“I know you do.”

“But seeing you in his arms like that—” he stopped, forcing his words to even out. “It looked like I’d been replaced.”

“You haven’t been,” you said, firm now. “Not even close.”

He stayed quiet, letting the weight of that truth settle between you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t check in more,” you continued. “We’ve both been running non-stop. And I know how much that messes with things.”

“I should’ve called too,” he said. “Should’ve made time. We’re both guilty.”

“You didn’t ask for pictures like that to be taken.”

“You didn’t ask to go viral for existing on a film set.”

That made you laugh — just a little — and he felt something in his chest loosen.

“I meant what I said in the voicemail,” you added. “You’re it for me, Jensen. Okay? Even when it’s cold. Even when I’m tired. Even when I’m a thousand miles away.”

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

“I needed to hear that,” he said quietly. “Because when I saw that photo… I didn’t feel like ‘it.’ I felt like the guy who got left behind.”

“You didn’t. You won’t be.”

He leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees, voice almost a whisper now. “Can we be better about this? You and me. Even when it’s crazy. Even when the press starts making shit up. Just… keep each other close?”

“I want that,” you said instantly. “I want us solid, no matter where we are.”

“Okay,” he said. Then softer: “Then we’ll do it.”

Another pause. A gentler one this time.

“Are you headed to the hotel?” you asked.

“Yeah. I’ll call you when I get there. Maybe FaceTime. I wanna see your face.”

“You’re not gonna make me show you I’m not cuddled up to Pedro again, are you?” you teased lightly.

He chuckled, finally — a real one. “Nah. But I’ll make you prove you still smile bigger when you see me.”

“You better believe I do.”

He leaned back in his seat again, a quiet smile on his lips as the overhead chime announced arrival.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you answered.

This time, it didn’t just feel like words.

It felt like coming home.

The hotel room was dim, lit mostly by the warm amber glow of the bedside lamp. Jensen tossed his duffel on the floor, kicked off his boots, and let out a groan as he flopped back onto the mattress.

He didn’t even bother with the TV. All he wanted to do was see your face.

He hit FaceTime, thumb hovering for just a second before he pressed “Call.”

It rang once. Twice.

Then you answered.

“Hi,” you said, appearing on his screen, wrapped in a hoodie — his hoodie, he realized — hair pulled back, eyes tired but warm.

He exhaled, a sound like something uncoiling inside him.

“There you are,” he murmured.

You smiled. A real one this time. “Here I am.”

He angled the phone so you could see him too, stretched out on the bed, shirt wrinkled from travel, hair a little messy from the flight.

“You look good,” you said quietly.

He huffed a small laugh. “I look like I just went twelve rounds with airport security.”

“Still,” you said. “You look like home.”

That did something to him. His chest ached in that gentle way it always did when you cut straight through his walls without even trying.

“I hated that we fought without actually fighting,” you said, voice softer now.

“We didn’t fight,” he replied. “We… stumbled.”

You nodded. “Well. Let’s not do that again.”

“Agreed.”

You were quiet for a moment, studying him through the screen like you were trying to memorize every detail. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes — long day, long week, maybe just missing him more than you’d let yourself admit until now.

“Hey,” he said gently. “You okay?”

“I am now.”

He swallowed. “I know that photo caught me off guard. But I trust you. Even when it stings. Even when I hate sharing you with the world.”

“You’re not sharing me,” you said. “Not really. The world gets pieces. You get all of me.”

His throat tightened. “That better not just be the sleep talking.”

“It’s not,” you whispered.

You just watched each other for a moment — no talking, no pressure. Just two people staring through a screen and wishing it were a window.

“You wanna stay on the call while you crash?” he asked eventually. “I’ll just leave you propped up. We don’t have to talk.”

You blinked. “Like fall asleep on FaceTime?”

“Yeah. Old school teen romance style.”

You smiled, curling deeper under your blanket. “That sounds perfect.”

He angled his phone against a pillow so you had a good view — just his face and that soft, sleepy look in his eyes. You did the same.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he said quietly.

“Goodnight, baby.”

He didn’t care how cheesy it was. Didn’t care about time zones or bad lighting or how far away you were.

Right now, he could see your face.

And for the first time in days, Jensen felt like everything might just be okay.

The soundstage was quiet for a rare moment — reset lights buzzing, crew shuffling softly, the buzz of production dulled under the weight of fatigue and late-afternoon haze. You stood near video village, holding a paper cup of now-cold coffee, eyes skimming the script pages you already knew by heart.

But your mind was somewhere else.

Back in that hotel room with Jensen’s face on your phone. Back in his voice, low and tired, but honest. Back in the look in his eyes when you told him, You’re not sharing me. The world gets pieces. You get all of me.

You knew what that had meant to him — how much it had taken for him to believe it. And still… how hard he was working to keep believing it.

Because Jensen had been burned. One too many times.

People didn’t always love him. They loved the version of him that opened doors. The famous name. The charming face. The connections. The spotlight. The screaming fans. His impeccable good looks.

But when the lights dimmed? When the camera stopped? That’s when the cracks formed. That’s when the sniping started. The cold shoulders. The slow unraveling of something that had never been sewn with kindness in the first place.

He’d told you about it one night, half a bottle of whiskey deep, voice rough and eyes downcast. How he stayed too long. How he kept trying to fix things, even when the only thing breaking was himself.

She made him feel small. Over time, piece by piece. Until he forgot what it was like to be seen with softness.

He didn’t realize it at the time — how much damage that kind of love could do. How deeply it could root itself in the way he saw the world.

He still caught himself, sometimes. When you fought — which wasn’t often — he’d sometimes shoot too fast. A sharp word. A subtle jab. His shoulders would go rigid like he was bracing for a war that wasn’t coming.

And you’d told him. Calm, clear, unmoving.

I love you, but I won’t let you treat me like that. That’s not love. That’s defense. And if you want to be in this with me, then that pattern ends now.

He’d listened. He’d heard you.

And he was trying. You saw it every time he paused to rethink his words. Every time he caught himself and took a breath instead of a verbal swing. Every time he looked at you like he was scared — not of you, but of losing you — and chose to trust instead.

You knew he was trying to be the kind of man who didn’t carry the weight of his past into the room with him.

You knew that meant more than any trending photo or paparazzi buzz ever could.

“Hey,” a familiar voice said gently.

You blinked out of your thoughts to see Pedro beside you, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, expression warm and easy.

“Hey,” you replied, offering a small smile.

He gave you a look. That subtle, careful kind — the kind only good friends know how to give.

“Everything good?” he asked, keeping his voice low. “After… y’know. All the TMZ drama?”

You let out a breath. “Yeah. We talked. He’s good. We’re good.”

Pedro nodded once. “I figured. He seemed like the type to pull it together once he had the facts.”

You glanced at him. “He’s trying. It’s not always easy for him.”

Pedro gave a soft, understanding smile. “No, I get that. People don’t always realize how much shit someone’s carrying until it spills out all over the place.”

You nodded slowly. “He’s been through a lot. Stuff he doesn’t always talk about. And when he does, it’s… heavy.”

Pedro leaned against the edge of the cart beside you, casual but attentive. “He’s lucky to have you.”

You tilted your head. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he said, with a small grin. “Because you love him in a way that makes him want to be better. I see it in the way you talk about him — and in the way you look over your shoulder every time your phone buzzes.”

You laughed under your breath, cheeks warming.

Pedro bumped your shoulder lightly. “He’s not the only lucky one, though. You’ve got someone who’s trying to unlearn the shit that broke him. That’s not nothing.”

You swallowed. “Yeah. It’s not.”

He nodded once more, then added, “And hey — for what it’s worth, if he ever forgets what he’s got in you… I’m right here with a very long speech about how dumb he’d be to mess it up.”

You grinned. “Thanks, Pascal. I’ll keep you on standby.”

“Always,” he said with a wink.

You didn’t hear the knock so much as feel it — a jolt of electricity straight through your chest.

You crossed the hotel room in three seconds flat, yanking open the door like something in you had been waiting for this moment all week.

And there he was.

Jensen.

Ball cap, hoodie, boots. Tired eyes and soft smile. You didn’t even say hello — just grabbed the front of his sweatshirt and pulled him in.

He dropped his bag somewhere behind him as the door closed, his hands already finding your waist, your back, your face. His touch was everywhere at once — not desperate, just sure.

You kissed him like you hadn’t seen him in years. Like this was the only language you remembered.

He kissed you back just the same.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and slightly dizzy, Jensen rested his forehead against yours, voice low and rough.

“God, I missed you.”

You nodded, eyes still closed. “You feel like home.”

He huffed a soft laugh. “I feel like hell. That flight was brutal.”

“You still smell like your cologne,” you whispered, pressing your nose to his collar. “And a little like airplane.”

“You always this affectionate with guys who smell like recycled air?”

“Only the ones I love.”

He smiled into your hair, arms tightening around you. “That’s good. ‘Cause I was planning on staying.”

You tilted your head back to look at him. “For the night or for the week?”

He met your gaze. “As long as you’ll let me.”

The answer settled into your chest like sunlight.

You led him toward the bed, fingers laced with his, neither of you needing words to know what this meant. It wasn’t about sex. It was about presence. About closeness. About curling into each other like the answer to a question that’s lingered too long.

Later, after the clothes had been shed and the lights dimmed and the room had gone quiet except for the slow, even rhythm of breath, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I hate being apart from you,” he murmured.

You turned slightly, meeting his eyes in the dark. “Me too.”

“I don’t care where you are, what time it is — I just want you close.”

“You’ve got me,” you whispered, tracing your fingers along his jaw. “You always do.”

And when he kissed you again, it wasn’t just to prove a point. It was a promise.

The sun was starting to dip behind the soundstage, casting long shadows over the parking lot where the crew trucks sat humming, their sides splattered with dust and sunlight.

Pedro was leaning against one of them, sipping a bottle of water, still in costume — the desert wind teasing the edges of his scarf. He looked calm, unbothered. But his eyes tracked everything. They always did.

Jensen saw him before he said a word.

“Hey,” he called, jogging up the last few steps from the studio lot.

Pedro lifted his brows, amused. “Well look who actually exists in daylight.”

Jensen smirked. “Thought I’d swing by before you wrap up. Figured I owed you a face-to-face.”

Pedro nodded, uncapping his water again. “For what? You’re not about to punch me over a publicity still, are you?”

Jensen chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nah. We got past all that. She and I talked. It’s good now.”

Pedro gave him a look — not skeptical, just curious. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

There was a beat. One of those heavy, unspoken pauses that says we’re about to get real, aren’t we?

Jensen crossed his arms and leaned against the truck beside Pedro, letting the silence settle before breaking it.

“I know you and she got close,” he said, not accusing — just honest. “I know how this kind of set brings people together. Long hours. Long scenes. Shared trailers and inside jokes.”

Pedro stayed quiet. Letting him talk.

“And I know,” Jensen continued, voice quieter now, “that you’ve never given me a reason not to trust you.”

Pedro tilted his head. “But?”

“No ‘but.’” Jensen looked at him. “Just wanted you to know I appreciate that. That line you never crossed? It means something.”

Pedro nodded once. “She made it easy. She never gave me a reason to question it either.”

“I know.”

Another quiet beat.

Then Pedro glanced over at him, tone lighter but sincere. “She’s good at making people feel like they matter. It’s… kinda her superpower.”

Jensen exhaled a small laugh. “Yeah. Tell me about it.”

Pedro took another sip, then added, “You’re good for her, too. I see it. She’s been lighter since you got here. Softer.”

“She softens me too,” Jensen admitted.

They stood like that for a moment — two men connected by proximity, friendship, and the same fierce care for one extraordinary woman.

Pedro gave a small smile. “No offense, but I’m glad it’s you.”

Jensen raised a brow. “Yeah?”

“I’ve seen her look at you,” Pedro said. “You’re her safe place. That’s rare. Don’t fuck it up.”

Jensen laughed, low and dry. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, man.”

Pedro shrugged with a grin. “Anytime.”

Jensen reached out, clapped his shoulder. “You ever need a beer and someone to complain to about LA traffic, I’m your guy.”

“Deal,” Pedro said, and the smile he gave was real.

They didn’t hug — neither of them were quite built for that level of mutual sentimentality — but something settled between them all the same. A kind of unspoken pact.

The woman they both cared about was safe. Loved. Understood.

And that was enough.

The car was warm and still.

Just highway lights flickering past, casting gold across the dash, the soft hum of tires on asphalt, and Jensen’s hand resting against your thigh — thumb brushing back and forth like it was muscle memory now.

You leaned your head against the window, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion, your body finally starting to unclench from the weeks of long shoots, late nights, and emotional tightropes. There wasn’t much left to say.

And you didn’t need there to be.

Jensen glanced over at you, his hat tipped back, the corner of his mouth tugging upward in that soft, private smile he only ever gave you when he thought no one else was looking.

“You falling asleep on me?”

“Mm. Just resting my eyes.”

He squeezed your thigh gently, his hand warm and grounding. “You’ve earned it.”

You smiled, tilting your head toward him. “So have you.”

He gave a low hum of agreement but kept his eyes on the road. “You good? Really?”

“I’m good,” you said, voice quiet. “Feels like everything’s settled. For now.”

Jensen nodded once. “I like ‘for now.’ ‘For now’ got me here with you.”

You reached over, letting your fingers thread with his. “You were always gonna end up here with me.”

He brought your joined hands to his lips, kissed the back of yours without breaking focus on the road.

Silence fell again — but the good kind. The kind filled with weightless comfort. With the sound of trust. Of belonging. Of us.

You watched him drive, your heart soft and slow in your chest.

His shoulders had relaxed since he got to set. His voice, less guarded. You could tell he’d let go of something. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was doubt. Maybe it was just that quiet ache of missing someone and finally getting to reach for them again.

Whatever it was, he was here now.

And so were you.

Home wasn’t a place. Not tonight. Home was this drive. His hand in yours. The hush between songs on the radio. The weight of his love, steady and sure, in the space between your heartbeats.

You turned your face toward the windshield, eyes slipping shut.

And you let him carry you the rest of the way home.

The sun was already too bright when you shuffled into the kitchen, hair a mess, wearing nothing but one of Jensen’s ancient shirts from a tour he couldn’t even remember doing. You found him exactly where you expected — leaned over the counter with a mug in one hand, and a suspiciously crumb-covered phone in the other.

“Is that my cinnamon muffin?” you asked, eyeing the demolished pastry on the plate beside him.

He didn’t look up. “Define yours.”

You blinked. “The one I wrote my name on. In Sharpie. With hearts.”

“Oh,” he said, finally glancing up. “That muffin.”

“Yeah, that muffin.”

Jensen took a very slow, very exaggerated bite. “Never saw it.”

You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms. “You’re lucky I like you.”

He grinned, unapologetic. “You love me. It’s different.”

You stalked over and plucked the last bite out of his hand, popping it into your mouth before he could protest. His jaw dropped in playful betrayal.

“Hey!”

You smirked. “Shared property. That’s how love works, right?”

“Not when it comes to pastries,” he muttered, but he was smiling again — that crooked grin that made your stomach flutter even now.

You moved in closer, sliding your arms around his waist, pressing your forehead to his chest. “We’re really home.”

His hands settled on your hips, warm and steady. “Yeah. Finally.”

You looked up at him. “Do I have to go back to work next week?”

He leaned down, nose brushing yours. “I can call in a fake scandal if you want. Something juicy. Keep you off the hook for a while.”

You laughed. “What, like you broke up with me because I ate your muffin?”

“Or I’m cheating with the craft services girl,” he said dramatically. “We bonded over croissants. It’s been very emotional.”

“Tragic,” you said, fake-pouting. “Guess I’ll have to make you jealous by flirting with Pedro again.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “That man could charm a potted plant. You wouldn’t even have to try.”

You grinned. “Might make you appreciate my Sharpie muffins more.”

He shook his head, pulling you closer. “You could eat all my muffins and I’d still pick you every time.”

“Even the blueberry ones?”

He leaned down and kissed you slow. “Especially the blueberry ones.”

You melted into it, laughter catching between your lips.

Home wasn’t always quiet. Sometimes it was teasing and crumbs and half-drunk coffee.

Sometimes it was just this — his arms, your laughter, and a life you’d built one stolen muffin at a time.

[lillmirey]

„Partners in Justice“

summary:Under the pressure of a difficult case, Casey snaps at her closest ally, Detective Y/N threatening their growing bond. As the case reaches a turning point, they must reconcile their feelings and find their way back to each other.

Pairing: Casey Novak x fem!reader

Content Warnings: Mentions of assault (case-related, no graphic details), Emotional conflict and stress, Brief argument and hurtful words

Word Count: ~3000

Authors Note: This may not reach many people but idc. i love Casey Novak

The squad room was alive with its usual frenetic energy, a hum of phones ringing, keyboards clacking, and tense conversations. Detective Y/N Y/L/N stood at the whiteboard, drawing a timeline of events for the latest case—a brutal assault that had rocked the community.

Her phone buzzed on her desk, the name Casey Novak flashing on the screen. Casey, the ADA assigned to the case, had been under immense pressure to prepare for the upcoming trial. They’d been working closely for weeks, but lately, Casey had seemed… distant.

Y/N opened the text:

“Come to my office ASAP. We need to talk.”

Frowning, Y/N grabbed her coat and headed upstairs.

Casey’s office was a mess. Papers and folders were strewn across the desk, and a half-empty coffee cup balanced precariously on a stack of files. Casey herself looked just as frazzled, her hair slightly out of place and her normally confident demeanor marred by a furrowed brow.

“Detective,” Casey greeted curtly without looking up from the document she was reviewing.

“Casey,” Y/N said, stepping into the room. “What’s going on?”

Casey finally looked up, her green eyes sharp. “The defense just filed a motion to suppress the victim’s testimony. If the judge grants it, we lose the case. Everything we’ve been working on falls apart.”

“Okay,” Y/N said calmly. “Then we fight it. What’s our angle?”

Casey slammed the file down on the desk. “That’s easy for you to say! You’re not the one who has to stand in front of a jury and salvage this disaster!”

Y/N blinked, taken aback. “Casey, I’m trying to help you.”

“Are you? Because it feels like I’m the only one who actually cares about winning this case!”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, hurt flashing across her face. “I don’t deserve that, Casey.”

Casey’s expression softened briefly, but the tension didn’t leave her shoulders. “Just… go, Y/N. I need to focus.”

Y/N stood there for a moment, the sting of Casey’s words making her chest ache. Without another word, she turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind her.

Back in the squad room, Y/N buried herself in work, the sting of Casey’s outburst lingering. Olivia Benson noticed the tension and approached her desk.

“You alright?” Olivia asked.

Y/N shrugged. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Olivia raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Let me know if you need anything.”

The hours dragged on, and eventually, the squad room emptied. Y/N stayed late, combing through witness statements and evidence, anything to keep her mind off Casey.

But she couldn’t stop replaying the argument in her head. Casey’s frustration wasn’t new, but this time, it felt personal. And that hurt more than Y/N wanted to admit.

Two days later, the trial began. Y/N didn’t see Casey before she entered the courtroom, but when the ADA strode in, she was back in her element—composed, confident, and razor-sharp.

Y/N sat in the back of the courtroom, watching as Casey dismantled the defense’s motion with precision. Her arguments were airtight, her delivery flawless. By the end of the hearing, the judge ruled in their favor: the victim’s testimony would stand.

When Casey turned to leave the courtroom, her eyes briefly met Y/N’s. There was relief there, but also something unspoken.

That evening, Y/N was back in the squad room, finishing up paperwork, when Casey walked in.

“Detective,” Casey said softly, standing near the edge of Y/N’s desk.

Y/N looked up, her expression guarded. “Casey.”

Casey shifted awkwardly, holding a manila folder in her hands. “We won the motion.”

“I know,” Y/N said. “I was there.”

Casey nodded, setting the folder down. “I wanted to say thank you. For all the work you’ve done on this case.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Is that all you wanted to say?”

Casey sighed, running a hand through her hair. “No. I wanted to say I’m sorry. For snapping at you the other day. I was stressed, but that doesn’t excuse the way I treated you.”

Y/N studied her for a moment, then softened. “I get it. This job can mess with your head. But, Casey, I’m on your side. Always. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Casey’s lips quirked into a small smile. “I know that now. And I’ll try to remember it next time.”

“Good,” Y/N said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Casey spoke again. “Are you hungry? I owe you dinner. As an apology.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You? Apologizing with food? I might have to take you up on that.”

Casey chuckled, the tension between them finally dissipating. “Come on. I know a great place down the street.”

Over dinner at a cozy Italian restaurant, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Casey told stories from her law school days, and Y/N shared some of the more ridiculous moments from her time as a rookie.

As they walked back to the precinct, the city lights casting a warm glow, Casey hesitated. “Y/N, I meant what I said earlier. About not being alone. You’ve been my rock through all of this, and I don’t think I’ve told you how much that means to me.”

Y/N stopped, turning to face her. “You don’t have to say it, Casey. I already know.”

Casey smiled softly, her eyes shining with something unspoken. “Still. I wanted to.”

They stood there for a moment, the bustling city fading into the background. Then, Casey reached out, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s.

“Thank you,” Casey said.

“For what?”

“For being you,” Casey whispered, her voice barely audible over the city’s hum.

Y/N smiled, intertwining their fingers. “Always.”

They didn’t need to say anything else. Whatever label they put on their relationship could wait. For now, they had each other—and that was enough.

[prinzrupprecht]

Hey! Can I ask for Apollo of the RoR? Reader caught his attention during her fight but she doesnt give he any attention cause hes a womanizer except he is real kinda fall for her ❤️

Apollo x Einherjar!reader

Love the request idea! I barely get Apollo requests so my bad if I mess up a bit.

Synopsis: You had been called to ragnarok by Brunhilde to fight for the humanity or else your race would be extinct. It was an honour to be chosen to fight since you were well known from your time.

TW: none—?

WC: 1151

Your round happened to be the 10th round. With barely a victory on your part, you couldn’t help but remember the words of the Chinese god you had defeated. Your fighting style was magnificent before his soul perished. Your Valkyrie had to help you to the infirmary afterwards due to how badly cut you were.

“You— You need to be careful!” Svipul squeaked out as you tried to walk on your own holding your side.

“I’m fine, go worry about yourself.” You croaked but the Valkyrie felt a bit defeated by your stubbornness until a man walked up to you. He was taller than the two of you. He had a smile plastering his face and you recognized him instantly.

Apollo.

“Oh? You look like you need help—"

“No thanks,” you snorted as you tugged on the wall barely holding onto your conscious.

You remember his fight all too well replaying in the back of your mind. You were bored when you watched him fight against Leonidas. You remembered him and it was crazy how he was standing in front of you nervously. Your ears could still hear those fangirls crazily fawning over him during his match at every turn he made, and every moment to exaggerate his poses as if this was some theatre play. You couldn’t exactly remember if you were mad or pissed but you declared to go next after he killed Leonidas. The whole crowd was cheering for him and the humans were in desperate distress over another loss.

Apollo’s mouth gaped and Svipul grabbed your arm to push past him to get you to the infirmary asap. You weren’t in any condition to be stalling in the halls while your wounds have yet to be treated.

Apollo gave a smug look watching your retreated form disappear down the hallway. He was intrigued by your performance. The only reason he watched your fight was because of your beauty, not because of your looks but the beauty of your artistic fighting skills that caught his attention.

It made him lose his composure and ignore the women who easily fall for him. You on the other hand don’t even bother to look at him nor care about his existence. Was this a game for him? He was growing impatient by the minute.

Or could this be him denying he was falling for a human?

~~ while you’re being treated

The doctors were incredible and had already sealed your wounds. You could walk around more freely and there was very minimal pain. So it was true as Sasaki said the doctors here were amazing.

As you expected Svipul had knocked. You quietly mumbled and said it was open. “You look better and bea—"

“I’m sorry! He followed me and insisted on seeing you,” Svipul pushed past Apollo. You could feel your eye twitch. Why? You must look hideous laying in a white gown on a bed that resembles one from a hospital.

You refused to make eye contact with him. “You’re wasting your time.” You flat-out spoke. Svipul kept quiet as she sat next to you. Apollo scoffed at your words but gave you a smug look and stayed in the room.

“I think not, maybe it happens to be that I’m more curious about you. Every single thought running through my mind is about you.” Apollo’s left hand touched his forehead as he spoke so charismatic about you. He even continued his speech.

“They all call me the bright sun god but you even shone brighter when you danced in the arena.” He was smirking but he still managed to make it about him. Were you even surprised? Did he just say you danced? You fought courageously and wanted to win for the sake of your race. He was fighting against your race to be extinct. So which is it?!

Before he came here, he was determined what he was feeling wasn’t a normal desire and that he had fallen in love with your ideals, fighting spirit and beauty. He had accepted the terms with it and didn't care whether you were a human, goddess, deity or demon. Everything about you was beautiful to him which had him drawn to you like a magnet. The most beautiful god of the Greek pantheon likes you? So many questions ran through your head.

“Sh—should I go get my sister—?” Svipul was nervous but you interrupted.

“No.”

You looked at Apollo but it was more of a stubborn glare because he has a fanbase harem that you absolutely detest. So why is he here? He was stubborn like you and doesn’t like being told no.

Deep down you had liked how you caught someone’s attention. Throughout your human life, you could barely even get your parents attention. “I— I don’t believe you. You should leave and find someone else to entertain you,” you were turning read and Svipul wasn’t speaking nor helping you.

Apollo hummed and stepped closer to your bed. His right index finger lifted your chin to meet your eyes. You couldn’t even fight even if you wanted to. Why was he so beautiful and you’re trying so hard to reject him? “You got it all wrong, you’re all that I could think about. Even if I had all the women surround me, you’re the only one that sticks out the most and can satisfy me.” The way he said those words made you turn your head. Satisfy?! Did he really just say those words out loud? Your face must’ve turned a deep shade of red.

“What are you even saying?” You couldn’t even meet his gaze anymore.

“Hmm? I thought it was obvious. I want you to be mine. I can give you everything you desire and in return your loyalty and trust.” Apollo was persistent and you felt like your position was tarnished. Were you being insulted or did he actually genuinely like you?

“Apollo sir, you— you can’t say such things to a human!” Svipul gasped. You were still readily to refuse him but even so, you were certain he was going to be back every day to annoy you. Does he win every woman with this exact line?

“My bad, my bad! Maybe this pretty sunflower will come up with an answer. I’ll leave for now and will return later,” Apollo made a triumph leave. He expects you to answer whether you want to court him?!

How can he be so bold?

“You’re not thinking of courting him are you?” Svipul gave you a questionable look.

“Me? Ha! He can wish,” you were conflicted with what you just said. You were trying hard to resist him but it was becoming harder to.

“Whatever you desire, I’ll support you.” Your Valkyrie was kind and supportive. Thank god she wasn’t like Hlokk or Alvitr who would’ve tried to run Apollo off.

Maybe just maybe you’ll give Apollo a chance.

Note: y’all should give me Qin, Buddha, Hades, or Loki requests! Anyways, sorry again if I messed up Apollo.

[vent-blogin]

I watched suits. These guys are so gay. And Harvey Specter needs someone to tell him what to do and that he's a good boy.

Rated M

Summary:

As Mike resigned himself to a sleepless night spent pouring over legal texts and searching for a way out of this mess, he replayed the memory of Harvey saying that he was proud of him.

And it gave Mike an idea.

Maybe praise from Mike wouldn’t matter to Harvey- after all, they both know how much Mike admires him- but at the very least, it might help soothe his ego and make him less snappy. And it would pair incredibly well with Mike finding whatever would get them out of their current situation. Game plan firmly in place, Mike picked up the pace to the library, because he was a little eager to see how Harvey would react and wanted to get to it ASAP.

Mike didn’t understand why their clients always insisted on hiding things from them, it only made their jobs harder and the client’s stressed. And Mike stressed. Harvey was playing things cool, but Mike was pretty sure he was at least mildly stressed, based on the lecture Mike got, and the ensuing dismissal that had Donna giving him a sympathetic look on his way out of Harvey’s office. As he resigned himself to a sleepless night spent pouring over legal texts and searching for a way out of this mess, he replayed the memory of Harvey saying that he was proud of him. Despite the fact that Mike knew now that Harvey was supposed to be firing him and couldn’t, the memory was one of his favourites in recent years.

And it gave Mike an idea.

Maybe praise from Mike wouldn’t matter to Harvey- after all, they both know how much Mike admires him- but at the very least, it might help soothe his ego and make him less snappy. And it would pair incredibly well with Mike finding whatever would get them out of their current situation. Game plan firmly in place, Mike picked up the pace to the library, because he was a little eager to see how Harvey would react and wanted to get to it ASAP.

–

The answer was in the bylaws, it was always in the bylaws, but Mike had found it in record time. He knew Harvey would be pleased to be able to get out early tonight, so even if Mike’s original plan to fix Harvey’s bad mood failed, or made it worse, there was a redeeming factor. He had to fight back a grin as he made his way back to Harvey’s office, giddy at the thought of potentially seeing Harvey get dazed like Mike had. It was more likely that Harvey would laugh him off, but a man could dream. If he did just laugh it off, Mike decided he would turn it into a big tease, because their banter was always fun and would make Harvey smile regardless.

Donna gave him a look as he approached, and Mike gave her a smile in return, and took pleasure in the fact that her shoulders fell as she smiled back. Clearly Harvey was more stressed than Mike had thought. He knocked on the door to Harvey’s office before slipping inside and shutting the door behind him. This was for Donna’s peeping ears only.

Harvey looked up at him as he entered, and Mike held up the file unlocking this case with a smug smile. He slapped it onto Harvey’s desk, “They have no legal way to do what they’re claiming. Not according to the bylaws.” Mike flipped open the file and pointed to the section he’d highlighted, watching as Harvey went from a mask of indifference covering annoyance, to a mask of indifference covering pride- he has a tell, Mike knows, in the way the light reflects off of his eyes. It reveals his emotions, somehow, Mike can’t explain it.

“Good, Mike. With this, we can lowball their settlement offer, and bring it up to a medium. Everyone’s happy.” Harvey nodded, grabbing the file and reading over it himself. Mike smiled, running a hand through his hair while he waited for Harvey to notice he hadn’t left yet, because he still had something to say. Eventually, Harvey looked back up, and blinked a few times, eyes narrowing. “What do you want.”

“Just to tell you how you are a great boss, and a better man, and I’m proud of you.” He could feel Donna’s eyes lasering holes into his back, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Harvey, cataloguing his reaction. Confusion, amusement, embarrassment. Harvey doesn’t blush, a shame, but Mike can tell he’s flustered, and waits patiently for Harvey to say something.

“Thanks, Mike.” Harvey finally managed after several long moments, his voice a little rough around the edges. Mike gave him a cheeky grin.

“Good boy using your manners too!” Mike teased, and he was expecting Harvey to grab onto the banter like it was a lifeline, to push past his apparent awkwardness surrounding getting a compliment and use it to tease Mike a bit before shooing him out of the office and leaving for the day. Instead, Harvey’s eyes darkened, flicked away, down to the file. His mouth opened and shut, and- was he blushing?! Mike froze, grin faltering, as Harvey’s face grew steadily more pink. Something twisted low in his stomach, a warmth that had nothing to do with a job well done.

Mike knew he should leave, but he can’t help but stare, because in the years he has known Harvey, the many pick-ups he had witnessed at bars and work events, he had never seen Harvey actually blush. “Harvey.” Mike was surprised by the hoarseness of his voice, and swallowed before he continued, “I- Um. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable I just-” Mike cut himself off, watching as Harvey gradually tensed the longer he talked, and took a moment to think. “I’m going to leave, and we’re never going to talk about this again.” Harvey nodded in agreement, and Mike practically ran out of the office, but froze when he made eye contact with Donna.

“Michael Ross, what was that?” She questioned, her eyes widened and a smirk across her lips, “I could feel the sexual tension from out here.”

“I- Donna. What just happened?” Mike stared at her, leaning against her desk because he is actually hard at work, and that’s not supposed to happen. “Why- Harvey. Harvey is- he. Donna, what do I do?” Mike whined, gripping his hair and trying to ignore the many thoughts he was having about Harvey and hair and gripping and pulling.

“You march back in there while I pack up and leave, and have a nice long talk about your feelings.” Donna’s tone was patronizing, but he knew she was giving him actual advice. Advice that would be sound if they were talking about any person but Harvey, who was literally known for being an unemotional prick. Mike started shaking his head, giving Donna a pleading look, but she just smirked. “Look Mike, I promise that if you make him talk about this, then everything will be fine, and if you don’t… Well, do you really want to go back to the associates pool?”

“No!” Mike blurted out, because he hated that time period. When Harvey was mad at him and wanted nothing to do with him, it had been awful, and Mike would do anything to prevent that from happening again. “No, I'll talk to him. Thanks Donna.” She hummed and grabbed her purse, giving Mike a wink and walking towards the elevators.

“Be safe!” She called behind her, and Mike groaned and ran his hands through his hair. This was fine, it was going to be fine. He would talk to Harvey about his… reaction, and then they could pretend it never happened, a win-win scenario where he follows Donna’s advice to the letter, without ruining his relationship with Harvey.

He took a few deep breaths before turning back towards Harvey’s office, where the man in question was still staring down at the file Mike had given him. He looked up, making eye contact with Mike through the glass of his door, and they both looked away. Mike swallowed, and slowly walked back towards Harvey’s office, pausing for a moment before opening the door. Harvey didn’t look up at him, but Mike knew that he knew Mike was standing there, because he was holding his breath and his jaw was clenched. Mike faltered, but pushed forward, knowing that Donna’s prediction of events would likely hold true, and he desperately did not want that to happen.

He closed the door to the office behind him, keeping his breathing under control. He approached Harvey’s desk, but instead of standing in front of it, went around the side and spun the chair around. He was embodying Harvey, making a power move, and Harvey- Harvey looked up as Mike hovered over him, hands on the arm rests of Harvey’s chair. Mike didn’t need a degree to see Harvey’s dark eyes, flushed cheeks, and know what they mean.

“Harvey,” Mike breathed out, watching as his mentor shivered in pleasure as Mike’s breath brushed against his skin. Never had he been more glad he listened to Donna, the woman truly was a goddess. Mike leaned in closer, closing the distance between them with a passionate kiss. He nipped Harvey’s lip, deepening the kiss as Harvey groaned and opened his mouth.

“Mike,” Harvey whimpered as they broke apart. Mike wanted to burn that sound into his memory, replay it until he understood every note. Mike cupped Harvey’s face and leaned in, their lips barely brushing against each other, just enough to send electric tingles down Mike’s spine. Harvey leaned upwards, closing the distance between them and Mike let out a shaky breath as Harvey’s hands grabbed onto his hips, guiding him forward and into Harvey’s lap. The leather of the chair squeaked as Mike shifted in Harvey’s laps, but the sound was drowned out as Harvey hissed, head tilting back and eyes fluttering.

“Beautiful,” Mike murmured, taking the opportunity to suck at Harvey’s jaw. Harvey shuddered, tilting his head to the side to give Mike better access. Mike smiled against his skin, pulling back to look down at Harvey, to admire the state Mike had put him into- his shiny eyes, red and swollen lips, flushed cheeks. He looked perfect like this, and Mike wanted to stay in this moment forever, but… he didn’t want this to be a mistake, a fling that they would pretend to forget about and let fester into resentment, which meant they needed to talk, before this went any further. Mike opened his mouth, intent on setting the record straight, but Harvey beat him to it.

“Mike…” Harvey's voice was low, uncertain, like it didn’t quite know what tone it wanted to settle into. “What are we doing?”

Mike sighed, swiping his thumb across Harvey’s cheek and smiling softly when Harvey tilted his head to kiss his hand. “I’m not sure,” he replied quietly, “it feels good, though.” Harvey huffed a breath of laughter, but his eyes were still searching.

“Yeah.” Harvey swallowed, looking away for a moment. When he made eye contact again, Mike was surprised to see the desperation, the fear, barely hidden underneath his regular mask of bravado. “Is that a problem?”

Mike blinked. “Harvey…” he started, and then stopped, shaking his head. “I want this, I want you. If that means we can have sex, fantastic. If it means you want me to leave and pretend this never happened, I can do that too. But I’m not leaving, Harvey. I promise.”

Harvey looked at him for a long moment, then leaned forward again- slower this time, gentler, pressing a kiss to Mike’s cheek, then his jaw. “You’re not just some fling to me, Mike.” Harvey murumed, leaning back in the chair.

Mike’s heart stuttered. “I know. And I meant what I said,” Mike whispered, “I’m proud of you. You’re- god, Harvey, you’re everything I always wanted to be. Everything I want.”

“You’re such a sap.” Harvey teased, his regular smirk back in place. Mike wanted to kiss the smug look right off his face.

“I think of the two of us, you’re the sap. Afterall, who was it between us who chose me over a client who would bring the firm plenty of profit?” Mike shot back, laughing slightly when Harvey’s face contorted into a pouty frown.

“Well…” Harvey paused for a moment, and then gave Mike a long, half-lidded look, tilting his head slightly. Mike felt himself flush, unable to break eye contact with Harvey, not when he was looking at him like that. “Says the guy who barged in here to tell me I’m a ‘good boy.’”

Mike let out a startled laugh and buried his face in Harvey’s neck, heat rising to his cheeks. Only Harvey. They sat there for a moment longer, quiet except for the sound of their breathing, the office dim and soft around them. Mike could feel the tremble in Harvey’s body finally start to fade.

“Should I call Ray?” Mike asked.

Harvey didn’t answer right away, but his voice was a soft sigh when he did, “Only if you’re coming with me.”

[cheynovak]

Between power and freedom

Part 11

Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N Shurley Female character     

Summary: Y/N, the ambitious daughter of a powerful CEO, grapples with her father's choices, while she secretly takes a job with Dean Winchester, the rugged CEO of a rival company. Sparks fly between Y/N and Dean as they navigate their growing attraction amid corporate rivalry and family pressure.

Warnings: Morning after, nothing explicit

English is not my first language 

*Please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated*

Dean's POV:

The morning after was tense.

I knew Y/N was nervous, but hell, so was I. Last night had been incredible, but when things ended the way they did—me not pulling out in time—I knew we had a situation to deal with.

She was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee but not meeting my eyes. I could see her mind racing a million miles a minute. I hated seeing her like that, so unsure.

"Hey," I said, stepping closer and brushing a strand of hair from her face. "It’s okay. I’ll go grab a morning-after pill. We’ve got this, alright, no need to worry." She nodded, her eyes softening just a little. I kissed her forehead and left, wanting to take care of things as quickly as possible.

The pharmacy nearby was closed so I had to drive further than I anticipated, it felt like the longest damn drive of my life. I kept replaying last night in my head. I’d been careless before, sure, but the thought of her dealing with this kind of stress because of me? That wasn’t sitting right.

The pharmacist explained the timing—24 hours for it to be most effective. I bought the pill, some water, and even a damn candy bar, just in case she hadn’t eaten yet. I was on my way back when her text came through.

Don’t come in, Dad is here.

I cursed under my breath. Chuck being there was the last thing we needed right now. The guy was intense on a good day, and if he suspected anything about us? Let’s just say it wouldn’t end well. I parked outside her place, gripping the steering wheel as the minutes turned into hours.

I texted her: Let me know when he’s gone.

No reply. I could feel the clock ticking, and it was driving me insane. Finally, I decided I couldn’t just sit there. I’d leave it for her at the office—she could take it there. Problem solved.

Sneaking into the office wasn’t hard; it was the middle of the day, and most people were out to lunch. I slipped into her office, placed the package on her desk, and scribbled a quick note.

Take this ASAP. Love you.

As I left, I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one had seen me. Jo was hovering nearby, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. She was always around, watching me like a hawk. As I walked out I nodded at her like I did every morning since our break up.

By the time I got a chance to talk to Y/N, I figured everything was fine. I asked if she’d taken the pill, expecting her to say yes and put my mind at ease. Instead, she gave me this confused look.

“I haven’t even seen it, Dean. I just came in. Where did you leave it?” My stomach dropped. “On your desk. I put it there with a note. You didn’t see it?” She shook her head, and I felt the blood drain from my face. Someone had taken it. The realization hit me like a freight train. “Jo,” I muttered, my jaw tightening.

That woman’s jealousy knew no bounds. If she’d gone into Y/N’s office and found it…

Dean’s patience was threadbare as he stormed into the open office space, his jaw tight and his fists clenched. He slammed his hand on Jo's desk, the sound reverberating through the space like a gunshot.

“Where is it, Jo?” he demanded, his voice low but loaded with fury. Jo blinked up at him, her expression the picture of innocence. “Where’s what, Dean?” He leaned closer, his green eyes sharp and piercing. “Don’t play dumb with me. The gift... The one I left for Y/N. What did you do with it?”

Jo’s face crumpled, and to Dean’s utter disbelief, tears began to roll down her cheeks. Her voice rose, loud and trembling, for everyone in the office to hear. “It’s not my fault you're not careful with your office romances!” she cried, her voice cracking.

“You’re the one who’s been unfaithful to me, Dean! Sleeping with your employees? Using your position to get any girl you want?!”

Gasps rippled through the room, heads turning as whispers began to spread like wildfire. Dean froze, the weight of her accusations slamming into him. He glanced around and saw the wide-eyed stares of his staff.

“Back to work!” he barked, his voice cutting through the chaos.

But it was too late. The damage was done. He felt a gentle touch on his shoulder and turned to see Y/N standing behind him. Her eyes were filled with worry, silently pleading with him to calm down.

Dean sighed heavily and straightened, his hands trembling with suppressed rage. Without another word, he turned and walked away, heading straight to his office.

Hours later, Dean’s office door burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud thud.

Sam stormed in, his expression thunderous. “What did you do, Dean?” Sam demanded, his voice echoing in the room. “I’ve had several complaints about you ‘attacking’ Jo in the office!”

Dean didn’t even look up from the papers scattered on his desk. “I didn’t attack anyone.”

“Oh, really?” Sam’s sarcasm was biting. “So you’re telling me you didn’t trade Jo in for Y/N? That none of this is because you’ve been mixing work with pleasure?” Dean sighed, finally lifting his gaze to meet his brother’s. “It’s not like that, Sam.”

“Then what is it like?” Sam crossed his arms, his eyes boring into Dean. Dean leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face. “I fell for her, okay? It wasn’t planned. It just… happened.” Sam stared at him, stunned into silence for a moment. Dean continued, his voice softer now.

“Jo lied about being pregnant. She manipulated me to keep me around. And Y/N… she’s different. She’s not some fling, Sam. I—” He hesitated, the words catching in his throat. “I care about her. More than I’ve cared about anyone in a long time.”

Sam’s expression softened, but his tone remained firm. “Dean, you’re the boss. You know how this looks. You’ve got to be careful.”

“I know, Sammy, I know.” Dean admitted, his shoulders slumping. “But I’m not giving her up. Not for Jo, not for anyone.” Sam sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright. But you need to fix this mess. Talk to Jo, I'll handle all the HR complains. And for God’s sake, keep your head on straight.”

Dean nodded, his jaw tightening. He knew Sam was right. But fixing this mess wasn’t going to be easy.

--

Dean had let Y/N go early today to drive to the pharmacy. He'd picked up some Chinese food and drove back to her place.

The door swung opened. Dean was looking at the bags of food. "I brought us some Chinese, I'm sorry for earlier sweethea... " his words died when he looked up and saw chuck instead of Y/N at the door. Dean froze, his words catching in his throat as his eyes met Chuck’s stern gaze.

The older man stood in the doorway, his imposing figure blocking the entrance to Y/N’s place. “Sweetheart, huh?” Chuck said dryly, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “Didn’t think I’d be the one hearing that.”

Dean swallowed hard, quickly recovering his composure. He shifted his grip on the bags of food and forced a tight smile. “Uh, Chuck. Didn’t expect to see you here.” Chuck raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.

“Clearly. Well, it is my daughter’s place. Question is, what are you doing here?” Dean’s mind raced as he tried to come up with an explanation. “I… uh… just thought she might appreciate some dinner after a long day. You know, take some of the load off.”

Chuck’s gaze flicked to the bags in Dean’s hands, then back to his face. “That’s thoughtful of you"

The tension was palpable. Before either of them could say more, Y/N’s voice called out from inside. “Dean? Is that you?” Chuck stepped aside just enough for Y/N to appear in the doorway, her eyes widening when she saw Dean—and the unmistakable tension between him and her father. “Uh… what’s going on here?” she asked cautiously.

Dean cleared his throat, lifting the bags of food. “Just brought dinner. Thought you might be hungry.” Chuck shot his daughter a pointed look before stepping back.

But I can’t help but wonder—how long have you been… ‘thoughtful’ toward my daughter?” Dean felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back.

He knew Chuck wasn’t stupid, and the man’s tone made it clear he suspected something. “I just want to make sure she’s taken care of,” Dean said carefully. “She’s been working hard lately, and I need her, the firm is thriving with her."

"Just the firm Dean? Or also your bedroom?"

Dean felt the blood drain from his face at Chuck’s comment. His grip on his chopsticks tightened as he tried to compose himself. Y/N, sitting across the table, looked equally uncomfortable, her eyes wide in shock.

Chuck’s grin only widened, clearly pleased with himself as he took a slow sip of his drink. “I’m just saying, Dean, you’re both spending a lot of time together. You where even spotted yesterday morning coming out of this place, drive to the pharmacy and come back here. It must be more than just business.” Y/N coughed awkwardly, her face flushed. “Dad, please. That’s not—” But Chuck waved a dismissive hand.

Dean stood his ground, meeting Chuck’s gaze head-on. “With all due respect, Chuck, Y/N is an adult. She can decide for herself who she spends time with.” Chuck’s eyes narrowed, his stance stiffening.

Chuck raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Sure, sure. Just be careful, both of you. I’m just looking out for my daughter, after all... Wouldn’t want anyone taking advantage of her... in any way.” Dean’s face flushed at the insinuation, but he forced himself to remain calm.

” Y/N shot a glance at Dean, her face now as red as his. The air between them was thick with tension, but Dean managed to bite his tongue, not wanting to escalate things.

They ate in silence for a few moments, the mood noticeably shifted. After a while, Chuck stood, signaling that dinner was over. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it. Just remember, Dean,” he added with a pointed look, “a man’s gotta know his limits, before he get's burned.”

Dean watched as Chuck grabbed his coat and walked out, leaving him alone with Y/N. The moment the door clicked shut, Y/N sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe he said that,” she muttered, shaking her head.

Dean leaned back in his chair, trying to stifle a chuckle. “Yeah, well, he’s definitely not subtle.” Y/N met his eyes, both of them sharing an awkward but genuine laugh.

“I’m so sorry about that,” she said. “He can be… well, you saw for yourself.” Dean smirked. “Hey, don’t worry about it. He’s not scaring me away.” He mover a little over to her, pulling his chair along, offering a small smile.

“But if that’s what it’s gonna be like every time I come over, I might need a little desert, you know to help me relax after dinner.” Y/N gave him a half-smile. Dean chuckled, glad to see her lightening up.

"What do you think, you, me, a little of this wine and the bedroom?"

Y/N got up, and pushed Dean to sit back in his chair. Her leg moved over his lap before she sank down on him.

His hands immediately found their way to her thighs. sliding over them. "Hmm." she smiled, her lips trace his neck towards his cheek. "Lead the way, boss."

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How to Trigger Spooky Events in Curse of Blackmoor Manor (SPOILERS!!!)

The last time I played CUR, I missed just about all of the spooky events I saw when I played as a kid. I decided to try to track down what triggers any “event” that takes place in Curse of Blackmoor Manor. In a new playthrough, I managed to find all the spooky events. One big difference was unlocking puzzles after the game gave you the clues (and not solving them by memory or intuition). Further details below. I hope this helps anyone in their own playthroughs whether they are playing for themselves or showing the game to a newcomer.

Nancy hears chanting after the first night. No puzzles needed.

Get the nightmare sequence by completing the 13-ghost-hunt on Alan’s computer and looking at all the portraits in the Great Hall)

To hear Linda cry, open the East Hall passageway and complete the parrot door. Walk by her room to hear sobs (I did actually go back and forth between the door and Loulou for each word)

To see meat by Linda’s bedside, I asked Linda about the passageway and eventually got kicked out after asking if I could get her anything. I opened the West Hall passageway (after getting the coat of arms from Nigel). I also saw that Nancy had to see Linda’s hand and call Paliki to follow up. I also had just come back from unlocking the forge. Whether Nancy has to unlock the forge or just be in another location is unknown (kind of like how to get food from Tommy, I order in Nancy’s room then go to the conservatory. When I go directly back to my room, the food is ready).

Nonetheless, I found that the biggest difference in my last gameplay (with few spooky events) and my latest (with a whole collection of events) was accessing the forge ASAP. I think it has to do with the letters in the forge (in one of the journals) having clues for how to solve the rest of the game. In my bad playthrough with few spooky scenes I completely forgot that notebook was there and skipped right past it.

Scratches on Nancy’s door: Go to sleep after getting the Moon key (opening the box in Nancy’s room, typing in zodiac) 

Creepy Dark figure: go to sleep after solving for the lightning key.

Nothing happened after the arrow key. Nothing after finding the time/clock key. Nothing after unlocking the mercury wand.

With the water puzzle, open the food before moving any triangles. There is something at the bottom of the well. After opening well, Jane Penvellyn gets a threatening note.

Get the Crazy Frog dream by going to Jane’s room and clicking on the chattering teeth 10 times to get an Easter egg. Read through the Frog book in Nancy’s room. Solve the Frog puzzle with the filled up well and go to sleep.

Mrs. Drake leaves charm directly after one conversation line with Hugh Penvellyn, so always check if there’s something he needs to talk about

Obtain a threatening note after obtaining the 6 keys, opening the pipes (correctly), and going directly to Nancy’s room.

Hope this guide serves as a help. I replayed puzzles and dialogue pieces half a dozen times to figure out as specifically as possible what triggered the different spooky events. Other people may have found different strategies, but I am satisfied that I found all these events on one playthrough (though with loops until I found the right combination of events).

I do have to thank HAFanForever and Arglefumph for their work in displaying these scenes in their videos. They were great reminders of events, and I discovered new ones (the Frog Easter Egg Dream). I also want to thank Arglefumph for his “Nancy Drew: Curse of Blackmoor Manor - Easter Egg” video which showed how to get the crazy frog dream.

[sunsetkerr]

sam gets really hurt during a game of the matildas against england and millie and caitlin find u in the crowd and pull u onto the pitch because sam cant get up and u comfort her

im thinking ACL like maren in that chelsea bristol game like that serious

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nLTTFwIljY

I've got you | sam kerr

you hear her scream before you realise what's happened. suddenly you were up on your feet with the rest of the stadium, watching on as sam screamed on the floor in pain. you had never heard her sound like that before, you had never heard anyone sound like they were in so much pain.

your heart was beating so fast in your chest, you weren't sure that it was going to hold up for much longer. you clutched your t-shirt in your fists as you kept your gaze on sam. guro, millie and fran were surrounding her, Lauren making her way over too. you could hear a pin-drop at stamford bridge, everyone watching on as their star striker laid on the pitch in pain.

you weren't sure if she had stopped screaming, or if it was just replaying in your mind as you helplessly watched your love on the ground. the medical team were now on the pitch, moving the girls away from sam.

she still had her head on the ground, her fist punching the turf as she worked through the white hot pain coursing through her leg. she hadn't felt pain this bad since she did her knee in 2014, she knew it was going to be a shit outcome.

you felt the tears begin to well in your eyes as you watched her, knowing there was nothing you could do to help her.

they eventually got sam onto the stretcher, and took her off of the pitch. the crowd clapped her exit, you just watched as she made her way down the tunnel, tears staining her skin as she held her arm over her head.

you heard someone call out to you. when you looked down, you saw millie and emma gesturing you over to the railing. "c'mere" millie said as she reached out for you. you turned around and leant over, allowing millie to pull you down onto the pitch; having done it so many times with sam you were practically an expert.

you thanked her and emma before rushing down the tunnel, going to find your girl.

a trainer recognises you and points you in the direction of the medical room. you wait outside, not wanting to interrupt their work. eventually, someone comes out of the room with a phone in their hand.

"y/n" it's James, a physio who works with sam regularly, and you've never been more thankful to see a friendly face.

"what's happened?" you're scared to hear the answer, but when he utters the letters ACL you feel like crying again. "I need to see her," you whisper.

"yeah," he nods, "I'm gonna get an ambulance down for her, get her in asap".

"thanks," you nod before heading into the medical room. "hey superstar," you smile. sam's heart can suddenly beat again after hearing your voice, but as soon as she meets your eyes, she breaks down into tears again.

"oh sammy" you come stand in front of the bed and hold her close to your chest, letting a few tears roll down your face. "I've gotcha" you smile, trying to hold yourself together for her.

"I've fucked it," she whispered. "I really fucked it" she sobbed.

"it's gonna be okay," you squeeze her just that little bit tighter, before planting a kiss on her head. you lean your cheek against her as you whisper to her again, "I've got you".

and no matter how shit it was, she knew that you did.

[bridgetoesoteria]

Soul Snatchers Delight: 18+ 🔥 Who have you left your mark on?

I know some of you freaks have been waiting on this one. Let's see what energy comes out. I'm functionally lit and ready to diiive in.

Also, no TL;DRs on this one so be prepared to read 🤓. Your nasty asses requested this so you are gonna read it! And you're gonna like it!

Options left to right. See you at your pile 💋

Pile 1

Off the bat: So right away, I am getting that this is someone that really had a lot of passion and fire for you. I'm listening to How You Want It by Teyana Taylor (if u haven't listened please go do that asap) and it always gives me the impression of a younger man that wants to prove he can satisfy his partner. Like yeah maybe you have more experience or age but I bet I can still teach you some things.

So this could have been someone that you were more mature than. This could be in terms of age, emotional maturity, or status. You may have initially dismissed this person.

4 Card Spread: 2 of Wands, Page of Wands, Page of Swords/The Hermit, 9 of Wands. Bottom of deck is The (High) Priestess.

So for the spread I asked, "who have you left your mark on." I wanted to get descriptors for this person. Take it however it resonates, in case some of the roles need to be flipped. So right away, I am again getting the vibe that this person may have been younger or more emotionally immature. Or this could have been someone you dealt with when you were younger and less mature and now you have kind of outgrown them.

With so many defensive and no communication cards here--the priestess, the hermit, page of swords, 9 of wands--I don't think you are speaking. This person may feel kind of scorned by you. The page of swords is also a card I get when someone feels offended/defensive because harsh words were said. I don't get the sense that they are good at processing their own emotions. You may have taken a break so you could each find yourselves again. I do think this person is trying but it is completely new to them.

I do think they feel defensive towards you and like they have to guard themselves. They are trying to look toward the future in terms of their life and figure out what direction to take. They are only at the planning/pondering stage. This could be part of why everything fell apart. There was no longevity, this situation was leading to nowhere. When it comes to 18+ readings, the page cards always give me a kind of in and out, fuckboy energy. They may not mean you any harm but they go about it in a mostly self-serving way. They can talk a good game.

A little bonus...

How Have You Left Your Mark?

9 of Wands, The Hierophant, The Sun, The Chariot. Bottom of Deck is The Empress.

I think your boss bitch attitude was surprisingly a turn on for them. Maybe they have never been "put in their place." I am using the Ceccoli Tarot Deck. I feel like its imagery helps me tap into certain energies better. The Sun card in this deck always makes me think of Queen Bee/HBIC vibes. Like a woman that is able to command a room and probably could have a lot of people eating out of the palm of her hand. The Hierophant card always gives me the vibe of a guy pleading for forgiveness or to be able to get a blessing for a third party situation.

So some of you could have dealt with that in some way. For others, they may have been submissive towards you. They would probably do anything to have you forgive them just to be let back into the gates of heaven once more lol. Like they are really feigning. You ignoring them makes them resentful and jealous but they can't help but yearn for your attention.

I think the way you feel above them brings out a competitive side. I think they really liked your hips. I think they have a lot of admiration for you. The things that make you guys different is what replays in their head. Communication was a factor in some way. This person may have struggled to communicate on your level. Maybe in the end they just couldn't satisfy you and they see it as a betrayal that you moved on.

Pile 2

Off the bat: This pile is giving me an indulgent vibe. Like you and this person would steal away to just have moments by yourself. You may have been very physically affectionate. I'm not sure if you displayed PDA but in private you were definitely loving on each other.

Someone could be into art and books or Harry Potter. This person may still be physically around you.

4 Card Spread: 2 of Swords, Ace of Wands, The Hanged Man, Justice. Bottom of deck is 5 of Swords.

For some of you this may be the person you are currently with or someone you are on break from. This person does have a lot of feelings for you and may have told you or you already know. I don't think you are speaking. So you may have gotten into a fight and for someone reason, not talking to each other seems like the right thing to do. I do think they are contemplating a new start with you, with the ace of wands.

I just clarified and it was the same message over again. Either this person has made it clear they want to be with you and you are now contemplating their offer or this is what they want to do. I'm not quite sure why things have ended or what the argument was about, but this was only meant to describe the person. So, I hope this description was specific enough for you to know who it is.

A little bonus...

How Have You Left Your Mark?

Knight of Wands, 4 of Swords, Ace of Wands, King of Pentacles/The Star. Bottom of deck is The Emperor.

So once again, I am getting the vibe that this is someone that is known to you and you probably recently dealt with. I think you guys probably had crazy chemistry. Whether you feel this way or not, this person thinks you have crazyy head game. Like they literally can't get it out of their head.

In some way, being with you is an ego boost. I don't get that its in a gross, objectifying way (unless you know that's how this person is). Its more like they feel quite dominant, and masculine, and confident when they are with you. So maybe you are very feminine and allow them to take the lead. You may be very coy and a bit aloof and it makes them feel challenged. It gets their blood pumping and taps into their primal urges.

With the death card right under the emperor, followed by the tower, I think you probably gave this person some of the strongest orgasms they've ever had. They view being with you as transformative. Whew 😳 no wonder they can't let you go.

It seems like their overall connection to you was quite transformative, whether you know or not. This person may try to hide how they feel on the outside, but on the inside they are SHOOK. Like fr fr. They are starting to reflect on their actions and the way their childhood and their relationship with their parents has shaped who they are. I think they are coming to a crossroad where they have to decide if they are going to go for the life they really want or keep living out these toxic patterns. You have shown them that they have work to do and this sticks with them.

Pile 3

Off the bat: I am getting a much lighter energy in this pile. Some of you may literally be blonde. This could have been some kind of summer or vacation fling. It was probably a mostly good time. You could have known this person when you were younger. I'm seeing someone that has a rounder face. People have described you as having "baby fat." Totes adorbs.

4 Card Spread: 4 of Pentacles, Violin Girl, Ace of Wands, Ace of Cups. Bottom of deck is Strength.

I am using the Muppet Bear Tarot for this question. This deck has some bonus cards that are not in the traditional tarot deck. AFAIK these cards don't have any names, so I just made up names based on the imagery.

So I do think you are mostly on good terms with this person. I think that you want to be with each other and you may be already. If not, one or both of you is refusing to let your emotions pour out. But you do have a good time together. You may go on adventures together. I have repeatedly gotten the image of a boardwalk. So that may mean something to you. I think that your souls just click in a way you can't quite articulate. I think you are definitely aware of you feelings while this person may prefer to express emotion through passion. How cliché, I know.

Someone could owe the other an apology, but it does not seem like that is happening. I'm not sure if this will last long given how many positive cards are here.

A little bonus...

How Have You Left Your Mark?

The Devil, Page of Cups, Queen of Pentacles, 5 of Cups/King of Pentacles. Bottom of deck is The Hierophant.

OMG! I had to calm this person's energy down so it could focus and actually get a message out lol. The deck kept "exploding." Multiple cards would come flying out. wooow. So this person may be crazy about you. I don't think they hide it. They like how ladylike you are but still so seductive! You have surprised them with the hold you have over them. They don't even have time to decide whether they're okay with that or not because they're too busy begging for more.

All of this energy and restlessness is kinda driving this person cuckoo. They feel very possessive over you. You are theirs. I don't think you just hand yourself over. You may pull their strings but pretend like you aren't. Or maybe you really don't realize this person perceives you in this way. Even when you argue, they don't even want to let you go in anger. With the queen and king of pentacles combo, I think they feel like they have met their match with you.

I think this person has found a good partner in you. Some of you may already be in a commitment with this person. They think you make a great team. They feel safe with you. They have to learn how to compromise. Sometimes being a team player means having your teammates back even if you're if you don't see eye to eye on everything. They are really exploring what it means to be in a connection, to be in love, to be a good partner. You really make them go deep so you are always on their mind.

Pile 4

Off the bat: I am getting a very strong work vibe. This may be a colleague. I think you were more or less on the same level. They may view you as serious. I think they stare at you a lot and try to figure out what you are thinking. They want to understand you on a very cerebral level. I think a lot of you may be older so like mid-20s at the younger end of the spectrum.

4 Card Spread: The Empress, Knight of Pentacles, 9 of Wands, Knight of Cups. Bottom of deck is Big Bear, Little Bear.

I am using the Muppet Bear Tarot for this question. This deck has some bonus cards that are not in the traditional tarot deck. AFAIK these cards don't have any names, so I just made up names based on the imagery.

Okay, so after pulling these cards, I almost want to walk back what I said about you both being on the same level. This person seems way more immature than you. You are showing up as the empress, while they are showing up as knight after knight. Even this "big bear, little bear" card gives the vibe of a maturity difference or taking responsibility for another person. For others of you, one or both of you may be parents. The immature energies I keep picking up on could be children. So this person may have kids.

I don't know if you are really entertaining this person. For some of you, this may have been a one night stand. For others, you may have gotten involved with them only to realize they were not who you expected. Their energy feels so unserious. This person may irritate you cause I'm starting to feel annoyed. Its like something is not clicking for them. They want you to accept their offer, even though it is not enough for you.

I don't see that they have any nefarious intentions but their best is nowhere close to what you deserve. Its good but its not enough. This person finds you extremely attractive and respectable. I think they will continue crushing on you, even if you are not on the best terms.

A little bonus...

How Have You Left Your Mark?

Page of Pentacles, Page of Swords, 3 of Pentacles, Judgment. Bottom of deck is Page of Wands.

Again, there is a lot of immature energy coming through. The only page missing is the page of cups. So perhaps you knew this person when you were younger. I think the connection you shared with them changed them in a fundamental way. Pages can symbolize new starts and seeds that have recently been planted.

They probably learned a lot from you, in and out of the bedroom. They explored so many different aspects of themselves but then it just stops. So maybe the relationship ended abruptly. Your boundaries really caught them off guard. Your intelligence, your drive, your evolution. They are very very attracted to you. They could really want to "possess" you. They probably had/have to work really hard to get your attention and to hold onto it. I think the fact that you are so much of a challenge is what sticks with them the most. Like a puzzle that they are endlessly trying to solve. You know how some people carry around rubik's cubes trying to solve them, that's this person with you.

Honestly, some of you may not have been with this person in that way. The rejections do not deter them. I don't even think they believe you are playing hard to get, they know you are hard to get. They want to impress you. They want to be good enough. They don't realize this obsession with you is something personal. They need to unpack why they're fixated on you, instead of trying to figure you out. You're just doing your own thing. If they can't go inward and work on themselves, then they will never be the kind of partner you would desire. I guess they haven't solved that part of the puzzle yet.

This pile was a doozy. I hope it resonated.

[ageless-aislynn]

Garrus "if it can be fired, I know how to use it" Vakarian

I actually upgraded his Turian Renegade category first because I loved that description so much, lol!

Jack and Zaeed have been a really solid choice for squadmates on missions so far. They seem to work well together. I realized that, d'oh, I hadn't done anybody's loyalty missions yet so I did Zaeed's because I'd gotten it first. THEN I found out that his is really difficult to get mid-game if you're playing Paragon (if you do it right away, you don't need as many Paragon points to pass the check). If you don't choose the Renegade option of letting people die so Zaeed can go after the guy to get revenge, then you've got to have a HECK a lot of Paragon points to pass that check at mission's end because Mr. Massani is (kinda rightfully) PEEVED at you for costing him his revenge.

And when I say peeved, I mean I legit thought he was going to Critical Mission Failure Shep or at least he was going to be so angry he wouldn't continue on with the crew.

Thankfully, my sweet Shep and I have been gathering all the Paragon points we can, so we passed the check, Zaeed backed down and now we have his loyalty, WHEW. (I love talking to him between missions, he always has a story to tell you, lol!)

I just did Jack's loyalty mission and, as a reward, I gave her a shirt to go under her "there's no way those tiny straps are staying in place like that" harness, lol! I've seen a couple of different dialogue scenes with Jack and most of them still have her snarking at Shep, so I was surprised when I talked to her after her loyalty mission and she was remarkably calm and thoughtful. I didn't want to activate her romance options but I was afraid I'd have to be mean to her to prevent that. So far, so good, though; Jack seems to like me without liiiiiiking me. 😍👍

Grunt and Wrex!!! Shep looks like he's back there having an existential crisis while Uvenk (who I knew was voiced by Michael Dorn the second he spoke 😉) seems to be either appreciating or judging his Spectre butt, lol.

Uvenk: "Well, he's no Miranda, that's for darn sure!" 😤

😂Anyway!

Plus there was an ambassador from Clan Nakmor there! I didn't realize my beloved Drack's clan originated from the OT!

Oh man, I love that Krogan, lol!

I'm trying to get all of the loyalty missions done ASAP and I've already upgraded the Normandy as much as I can. There are still a few more upgrades I haven't gotten yet because I haven't recruited Thane, Legion or Tali yet. I decided to put Tali off as late as I can so that when I come back on another playthrough, I won't have to replay the entire game just to NOT romance her so that I'm setting up Kaidan's romance in 3. I hope I'll still get the chance to do all of Tali's romance stuff, though. If I mess it up by getting her too late, I'll just back up and do her recruiting earlier, then. We'll see!

And ohhhhh I did the Overlord mission without knowing which one it was going to be and it was David. Holy macaroni. That was so upsetting at the end when he's finally revealed and he's got tears running down his face and there's his horrid brother wanting you to choose to leave him like that. I LOVE that the Paragon option is to pistol whip that dude, lol. I hope we get to see David later on in 2 or 3 and that he's doing so much better. Man, I wasn't expecting that reveal and it really stuck with me. Poor guy.

And I don't know if this is something or not but... one of the bots was acting weird in that mission, like it was trying to attack a console and when Shep and the squad came in, it didn't attack them. Is that going to have something to do with Legion, I wonder? It wasn't the Geth style robot body that Legion has but I couldn't help but think it was trying to tell me that there was some other type of robot sentience going on in there. I could just be projecting, though, because I already know about Legion, so... 🤷‍♀️ I guess we'll see!

And lastly, while the Hammerhead is no Mako or Nomad, I actually had a lot of fun zipping awkwardly around in it! Forgot to record or cap any of it, though, oops. 🤷‍♀️ I've played a LOT of Mass Effect these past few days, lol!

That's it for my Mass Effect 2 Update of Updateyness! Keep holding the line, friends! Love to you all! 💖💖💖