#is kris getting him out of the body and getting him hooked up again so he would be able to talk

[thebetawolfgirl]

Quietly Yours

Pairings: Timmy x Reader.

Warnings: Smut.

A/N: I’m so rusty I’m practically a fossil.

Quietly Yours.

It was finally over. Brian had told him finally the contract had been terminated between him and Kylie Jenner as he was just coming out of rehearsal for his Dylan project.

He was finally free, it felt as if he could breath fresh air again hearing the news. But most importantly, as soon as his agent told him he couldn’t get to his car fast enough, when he usually treated his guitar with care and love he practically threw it into the back seat before driving off to the most important person in his world besides his family.

Y/n was sitting in the back garden of her house munching on her snack of carrot sticks and hummus dip as she read through the latest sent script when she heard Timmy’s car pull into her drive, she shuffled off her lounger and stood up frowning. Timmy wasn’t due back for another hour, he was supposed to be in rehearsal for at least another hour for his Bob Dylan Biopic.

‘Y/N!’ Timmy barged through the front door shouting out her name frantically looking through all the rooms on the bottom floor of her home.

‘Timothée?’ She ran through from the kitchen coming from the garden and she looked like a spring Goddess Timmy thought as he painted watching her run over to him and melted when she wrapped her arms around his neck.

‘Baby? What’s wrong I thought you had rehearsals for another hour?’

She looked at him before he nuzzled her neck breathing her in and heard him mumble something.

‘What?’ She pulls his face up to hers to make him look at her.

‘We’re free. Brian terminated the contract with Kris. We’re finally free, my Queen.’

She gasped as he let his face fall into her neck again inhaling her unique scent.

‘Wha- she- it’s, it’s over?’ She held him tightly stumbling back until she met the wall as he wrapped his arms around her waist humming in confirmation, she sighed and wrested her head against his shoulder running her hands up and down his back.

‘We can finally get back to normal and just be ourselves.’

He nodded and mumbled ‘At last!’

Timmy turned his head and began kissing along her neck holding her close against him while simultaneously pressing her against the wall as she let her head fall back giving him more access and ran her fingers through his thick curls, he had been letting his hair grow wild again for his latest project and she wasn’t complaining about it.

He moved his lips upwards and pressed his lips gently against hers, when she deepened the kiss opening her mouth for him, he gripped her waist and lifted her up against him while carrying her over to the large sofa without breaking the kiss and fell on top of her as she pulled him closer against her making her dress hike up her thighs.

He used his hands to clumsily push her dress further up her body before just ripping the front of her dress open tearing the buttons clean off and left sloppy kisses down her chest and torso. She pulled his hoodie off him along with his T-shirt and moved her fingers through his curls pushing them from his face as he slid back up towards her again to kiss her mouth hungrily, nibbling on her bottom lip, she ran her hands up and down his back before moving her hands to his pants and pushing them down his hips.

He hooked his fingers into her underwear and pulled them down her legs and tosses them on the floor before wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing into her as she wrapped her legs around him holding onto him, he began a steady pace thrusting into her slowly his breath picking up.

She held onto him by his shoulders as he thrust into her repeatedly kissing along her neck as she lay her head back against the arm of the sofa, she pulled him up to kiss his lips as he picked up his speed and roughness, causing her whole body begin to shake with the force of his thrusts making her gasp against his mouth and deepened the kiss opening her mouth.

‘Timmy’ she gasped running her fingers down his back digging her nails into his skin as he sat up and began slamming into her hard, his hair falling into his eyes panting hard. Y/n reached up and ran her hands down his chest and torso making him shiver and fall forward against her where she caught him in her arms gripping fistfuls of his hair between her fingers as he rammed his hips into hers and bit down on her neck as she came against him hard whining, him following after a few more thrusts both panting against each other.

They caught their breaths slowly as she held him against her sweat covered chest as his curls stuck to his forehead and face while he felt his heartbeat slow along with hers.

He moved his slightly and kissed along her jawline as she played with his hair gently.

‘I don’t want to go public yet.’

He mumbled against her neck.

‘No.’ She mumbled now rubbing his back.

‘At least for a bit. I just want you to myself for a little while longer.’

She smiled, and kissed the top of his head and pulled the throw over them.

‘I’m completely yours now.’ He nuzzled into her side pulling her closer against him.

She smiled again and whispered as they drifted off to sleep.

‘I will be quietly yours.’

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[toriluvsnickwayne]

Getting Hooked

Chapter 5

Hook x Reader

Getting Hooked Masterlist

Tyler's POV:

I made my way over to the bar, my heart racing with excitement. I had to get to know this girl, and I had to make her mine.

As I approached, she looked up and caught my eye. She smiled, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Hey," I said, leaning against the bar beside her. "You're quite the dancer."

She laughed, and I loved the sound of it. "Thanks," she said. "I was just letting loose."

"I can tell," I said, grinning. "You looked amazing out there."

She blushed, and I loved the way her cheeks flushed pink.

"Thanks," she said again. "I'm Y/N, by the way.

"Tyler," I said, holding out my hand.

She took it, and our palms touched. I felt a spark of electricity, and I knew I was in trouble.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," I said, holding her hand for a little too long.

She smiled, and I knew I had her attention.

Y/N's POV :

I was taken aback when Tyler came over to talk to me. I had been trying to get his attention all night, but I wasn't expecting him to actually come over and introduce himself.

As we talked, I couldn't help but notice how charming and confident he was. He had a way of making me feel like I was the only person in the room, and I found myself getting lost in his eyes.

But as we shook hands, I felt a spark of electricity that caught me off guard. It was like my body was reacting to his touch without my permission.

I smiled and tried to play it cool, but inside, I was freaking out. What was going on? And why did I feel like I was in trouble?

Tyler's POV :

I walked over to the guys, grinning from ear to ear. "Dudes, you won't believe what just happened," I said, barely containing my excitement.

Andretti, Anthony, Darius, and Dante all turned to me, curiosity written across their faces. "What's up, man?" Andretti asked.

"I just met the most amazing girl," I said, still feeling the spark from our handshake. "Y/N, her name is. And let me tell you, she's incredible."

The guys all started bombarding me with questions. "What's she like?" Anthony asked.

"Is she hot?" Darius chimed in.

"Did you get her number?" Dante asked, winking.

Andretti just chuckled. "Well, well, well. Looks like Tyler's finally fallen."

I laughed, trying to defend myself. "Hey, guys, I'm just excited, okay? She's really special."

But they wouldn't let up. "Special?" Anthony repeated. "What does that even mean?"

I sighed, feeling a little overwhelmed. "It means she's smart, funny, and beautiful. And we had an amazing connection."

The guys all nodded, still grinning. "We get it, man," Andretti said. "You're whipped."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help smiling. Maybe I was whipped, but it felt amazing.

Y/N’s POV :

I rushed over to the girls, barely containing my excitement. "Oh my gosh, you guys, I just met the most amazing guy!" I said, bubbling with enthusiasm.

Julia, Kris, Willow, and Skye all turned to me, eyes wide with curiosity.

"Who is he?" Julia asked.

"What's his name?" Kris chimed in.

"Is he cute?" Willow asked, giggling.

"Did you get his number?" Skye asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Is he funny?" Julia asked.

"Does he have a cute smile?" Kris asked.

"Did you guys dance together?" Willow asked.

"Does he have a good voice?" Skye asked.

I laughed, trying to answer their rapid-fire questions. "His name is Tyler, and yes, he's absolutely adorable! We talked for a bit, and I got his number. He's funny, charming, and has an amazing smile. We didn't dance together, but we had a great conversation!"

The girls all nodded, still grinning. "We're so happy for you, Y/N!" Julia said.

Author’s Note: Hey yall! I know I normally put out parts every other day but I could resist posting a few chapters since today the cold hearted handsome devils birthday. 🥳 I will go back to my normal posting schedule after this and u guys will j get 3 days of posts in a row! Yay for yall. Hope yall r enojting the story so far 💋. Lots of love- Tori

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 16

You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

A/N: Shorter chapter, as I work through some of the thick stuff. TW- torture/abuse, brief mention of coma, blood. Definite angst.

2.2K Word Count

CH 16: You’re Gonna Get What’s Coming to You

“Now, aren’t you glad that you moved into these luxury apartments, that have… Every. Unit. Soundproofed?” He punctuated each word by cinching the knots on your hands and feet tighter before he tied your waist down to the base of the chair. “I’m not even going to bother trying to keep you quiet, no one will hear you anyway.”

“What do you mean, Waters…” you tapered off as he disappeared behind you. You grimaced as you felt cold steel at the base of your neck, a shiver being sent down your spine as he trailed it down your neck and he walked back in front of you. You could feel a slight warmth and a drip, so you knew he drew blood. “Waters, what are you doing? Do you think this is going to change anything?” You asked, watching as he took his time tracing some of your visible tattoos with the blade in his hand. At this point, you were glad you told Kris an hour. “This is only going to make things worse for you, Waters.”

“Shut. UP.” He snarled at you, before hooking the buttons of your shirt with the end of the knife, and slowly working it up, popping the buttons and sending them flying in various directions across your kitchen. “How about, you just keep that disgusting mouth of yours shut, hmmm?” He leaned in a wry smile on his features. “I think it’s been long overdue for you to get your last lesson, what do you think?” He ran the blade along the side of your face, giving you a cut that mirrored the scar that now ran along his face. In your research, you found out he had been involved in a nasty prison brawl that resulted in him receiving a large laceration on his face. 

“Fuck off.” You growled back.

“Tsk tsk… such a shame.” He ran the blade again along your cheek, a sharp pain emanating as he cut from the bridge of your nose to the apex of your cheekbone. “You could have been good. Really good.” He continued to run the blade over various parts of your body but was concentrating on your face and neck, which made you extremely nervous. He suddenly grabbed your face, roughly, squeezing your jaw in a vise-like grip, forcing you to look at him. You watched as he brought the 12-inch blade up and felt him trace your jawline, before bringing the blade up and digging it into the scar on your eyebrow from all those years ago. 

“Fuck!” You yelled as he dug the blade deeper, cutting further than your original scar had. You felt the blood begin to run down your face, burning as it pooled in your eye, blurring your vision. He laughed maniacally as you wiggled in the chair, working your wrists together to try and loosen the rope, which felt like it was only getting tighter. “Waters, just leave her alone. She was…she was just doing what she was paid to do. She isn’t even Russian, Waters. Just…just get your retribution with me… and leave her out of it…”

“Ohhh… Y/L/N. You cannot seriously believe that this is purely because of some character she played…” he paced in circles around you, so you let your head fall backward to keep the blood out of your eye. “This, this is a message, Y/L/N. We’re sending a message to the scum that everyone calls ‘Hollywood Elite’, that they are all tarnishing the image of this country you and I fought to protect.”

“What image is that, Waters?” You growl, your head hanging low as the blood from your face drips onto your knee, you watch it out of your good eye as it seeps into the fabric of your pants. He let out a maniacal laugh as he continued to walk around the chair you were tied to. You hoped to get him going on a tangent, to get him talking so it would take longer before he presumably did to you what he did all those years ago- and if you got him to talk enough, to stall enough, then I would be long enough for Kris to hopefully send someone to you. 

“Hollywood, the film industry, has always portrayed this convoluted image of what this country is, what it stands for…” your laugh, disrupting his rant, and causing him to stop pacing. “SHUT. UP.” He points the knife in your direction, giving you a crazed look. 

“Mmhmm. Okay. Continue.” You respond.

“As I was saying…They portray this nation through a lens. We are never the aggressor- always passive. The ways we are portrayed, it's like they want us to look… weak. Like we are too wrapped up in ourselves to care about what anyone else is doing. ”

“You’re delusional, Waters. We are literally like that.”

“SHUT. IT.” He screamed, slamming his hands onto the countertop behind you. You throw your hands up in defeat.

“Fine. Shutting it.”

“See?! You’re part of the fucking problem! You can’t honestly believe that we are oblivious to everything. We have threats from the inside, out. Your little project is one of them. You may believe that she is some poor little movie star, but she is part of the problem. You may believe she’s innocent in this, but she is just as guilty as the next guy. These movies your ‘client’ plays in, are popular, and they’re colorful. But they portray a simple, almost basic, and nonviable notion of what our combat looks like. What our hell  looks like.”

“Waters, you and I have a different sense of what hell looks like.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/N. You sent me to a literal hell on earth. You RUINED my life.”

“No, I didn’t do a damn thing, Steven. I merely existed, and YOU… you decided to act in the way you did. You ruined your life, I didn’t.”

“I was helping you.” 

“Helping me, my ass.”

“Oh don’t pretend that a small part of you didn’t enjoy it. You know that part of you yearned for that kind of attention. To be normal.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I am normal. You’re the sick one in this equation.”

“Mhmm… keep telling yourself that. That is why this assignment is so… perfect. I can take care of the one who ruined me, and one of the largest celebrities ruining this country. You scoff, rolling your eyes. “STOP with the attitude.” He stands in front of you, lowering his gaze to your level. He runs the backside of the knife up your face, before placing the tip parallel to the scar over your eye. With a quick flick, he adds another cut. “Now, time for me to…finish what I started.” 

You felt like it had been sufficiently long enough that someone should be here by now. You could feel the blood running down the right side of your face. You were about to look up, but the sudden force to the side of your face knocked you unconscious. 

***KRIS POV***

“Fuck!” You screamed as the phone went straight to voicemail for the third time. You knew better, you really did. You knew she wouldn’t answer. She had put the phone in airplane mode. You knew that. You just hoped that she would answer. Slamming the phone onto your desk, you ran to the elevator, repeatedly pushing the button to Cliff and Paul's floor. “Cmon, cmon cmon… fucking slow ass elevator! I just need to get up there!” As soon as the door opened, you ran down the hall to Paul's office, barging into his office without knocking. The look of shock on his face says it all. 

“Ms. Smith, what seems to be the issue?”

“It’s Y/L/N. Something is wrong.”

“Well, yes. That’s why we sent her home. She’s not right, right now.”

“No, no, NO! That’s not what I mean. She left, and I got a text from her. She said something wasn’t right, to bump Johanssons security, and if I didn’t hear from her in an hour that he was at her apartment. Something. Isn’t. Right.” You punctuate each point. 

“Who is at her apartment, Smith?” Another voice asks. You turn, seeing Zlatkov sitting across the room. 

“Waters, boss. They have a history. He isn’t just hunting Scarlett anymore. When he found out that her team was going to hire us, and that Y/N is our head of all major projects, he started following her too.”

“What makes you so certain Y/N was being followed?” Cliff asked.

“Shit… she, uhhh… she told me. Kind of. ”

“That makes no sense, Kris.” Paul chimed in. 

“It started with someone watching from across the street from her apartment here. She was followed from her house in Montana, and she’s been getting calls. Each time, they’re not long enough to trace. All from different numbers. But they’re from him.”

“What am I missing here?” Cliff asked you and Paul. Paul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I think it’s time we make a little field trip,” Paul says, gathering his coat from the back of his chair. Cliff shoots you a confused look, and you just shrug. 

“Hold on, I need to know what’s going on!” Cliff yells, causing both of you to look his way.

“Cliff, do you remember when we were in the process of hiring Y/N, and her military file was partially redacted?”

“Yes.”

You let out a deep sigh, knowing where this was going. You knew some of the details of what had happened to Y/N during her time in the Army, deep discussions that had been held in twilight hours, nights where there had been full of lust and passion. Nights that trust had been built, and you have a sneaky suspicion that the trust you had built was about to be shattered. You hadn’t been made privy to all the details, but enough that you knew why she did what she did, and what made her tick. 

“Okay, we’ll keep that in mind. Now, let’s go. It doesn’t sound like we have much time. ” Paul looks your way, before turning and walking out of his office. You quickly followed Cliff right behind you. 

“Where do we need to go?” Cliff asked, as Paul fished the keys to his work vehicle out of his pocket, and headed towards the elevator. 

“We’re going to pay a visit to the one person besides Y/N who can give us some answers.”

The drive was silent and short, but to say that you and Cliff were both utterly confused when you pulled up in front of the hospital was an understatement. 

“The only person who can give us some answers is Grange,” Paul answered the questioning look in the rearview mirror. 

“But Grange is in a coma.” You respond eyebrow quipped as you climb out of the SUV. 

“Nope. He was woken up this morning. I hadn’t gotten the chance yet to tell Y/L/N.” Paul responded as Cliff stood nodding his head. 

“Ahh. So let's bombard him with the news that somebody that he regards as a daughter is likely being held by a psycho. And ask about her past. Awesome.” Paul cringed at the sarcasm, understanding your hesitance with this scenario. 

“It’s not ideal, no. But it will give us an idea of who this guy really is… and why Y/N is so rattled.”

You all shuffled into the hospital, flashing your work badges to gain entry past the two guards standing by the elevator to the level Jim was on. Your company had set up multiple checkpoints, particularly with Jim being unconscious. The very real possibility of a retaliatory attack loomed, so guards and undercover were scattered throughout the hospital. The elevator door dinged, and you three walked down the corridor, towards the guarded room where Jim was. He was staring out the window as they approached, the sounds of their heels and shoes clicking down the hallway causing him to look their way. He had a smile, but it quickly faded as he realized how serious they were.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked as soon as everyone was in his room. Your stomach dropped as he looked right at you. 

“That’s why we’re here, Grange. It would seem that a certain someone from her past has made an appearance. We wanted to ask you to fill in the blanks.” Paul unbuttoned his sports coat, sitting in one of the chairs at the end of the bed. Jimmy scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah, you could say that sick son of a bitch is back. This isn’t just an appearance. But I’m confused as to why you need to ask me. It’s Y/N that needs to tell you. If she hasn’t, then she doesn’t want to tell anyone.” 

Whew. He said what you were thinking the entire way over here. 

“Well, unfortunately, it is now interfering with this project, and her work. So we need to know what you do.” Cliff chimed in. 

“Why don’t you ask her yourself, then?” He looked between the three of you. 

“That’s the thing, Jimmy. We think that he has her right now.” You finally spoke, Jim’s face going pale when he realized the weight of what was just said. 

“Then…” he sighed, rubbing between his eyes. “You need to be helping her. Finding her. You can ask us after the fact. You shouldn’t be here asking me to tell you what only she can tell.”

CHAPTER 17

[saucyjothoughts]

I cum (ha) with virgin!boo being deflowered by Kris. Enjoy.

You weren't sure if you were ready to take him. But you can't deny the wetness between your legs, the watering of your mouth and the anticipation flowing thick through your veins.

"What do you want?" He asks, his voice soft in your ear then he presses a kiss to your skin.

"You. Please," you tell him. That's all it takes. He kisses you properly, wonderful and soft and perfect. You feel his long, delicate fingers pressing against your folds, exploring you the way you explored him, his other hand running over your back, your sides, your hair, your ass. Anywhere he can reach is his to map.

He's so slow, circling around your clit, before carefully rubbing the sensitive nub in a way that makes you gasp. Then his fingers slide lower, deeper and oh...

They press and push and explore you as you grip his arm and he kisses your neck, mumbling encouragement of how good you are for him and how wet you are.

You can feel how hard he is against you, his cock aching to be sheathed inside. You find yourself hungry for it.

You lay on your back and shiver from the cold as his body heat leaves you to find protection. He's back on you in an instant, kissing you sweetly, long limbs caging you into the bed, protective and safe.

He takes his cock in his hand and teases you with it, rubbing his length over your folds, almost pressing the tip to your entrance before moving again. You whine needily, hooking a leg over his hip to tell him what you want, that you don't want to wait. He kisses you again.

"Are you ready?" He asks, his cock in one hand, lining himself up properly. You nod.

He presses in slowly, so slowly. You've never felt this full before. He takes his time, propping himself up over you, his head occasionally dipping down to lick and suck at your skin as he pushes in more and more. He brings down a hand to run over your side, feeling your curves, your skin hot below his fingertips.

You aren't sure you can take it. Your hands grasp at his back, needing to hold on to something, anything to keep yourself tied to earth as everything narrows down to this room, this pressure, this feeling between you.

He's in fully. His balls are pressed against your ass and he moans softly as you clench around him, your body adjusting to his size but loving every moment.

"You can move," you whisper in his ear. He rolls his hips and you see stars. He pulls out gently then pushes in again, slow and steady and mind melting. You hear yourself moan, you know you babble his name, your fingers are in his hair and you crash your lips together as he fucks you.

Nothing exists except his cock pushing inside you over and over and over. You aren't even sure if you exist anymore.

It feels like you go over a waterfall when you cum around him, clenching and grasping at him, your fingernails leaving red lines on his back.

"Oh fuck, cum on my cock baby, yes, you feel so good," he's moaning as he fucks you through it, his thrusts getting faster and faster until he pushes in as deep as he can go and cries out, holding you close to him as he cums.

You stay together, pressed so close you almost can't remember where he starts and you end. His body and yours both floaty and sweaty and relaxed. He's still in you and it's only when he goes soft that he pulls out, discarding the condom and pulling you into his arms again, kissing you all over.

You felt safe and secure and loved and so very satisfied.

I might have mentioned that the Boo Collective© called for a virgin!boo x boyfriend!Kris Part Three. Thank you @hazzybat ❤️❤️

(original misli here and part two here)

[aerodaltonimperial]

Secretly Friends AU?

"Nobody will find you here."

"I've been suspended, I'm not a fugitive."

(I am having some EMOTIONS tonight fam. You didn't specify a friend... so....)

When he opens the back door, the one that's wedged into the very corner of the basement, barely used and probably equipped with at least three deadbolts, Orange looks tired. He always looks tired, nowadays, but it's more pronounced now, lines around his eyes and a smile that never quite reaches all the way.

He offers Jack a quick nod, a jerk of his head; Orange doesn't do much with that kind of speed, so Jack takes it without question. He trusts Orange. It's an odd thing, trusting someone he hasn't met, but there it is. A surprise, maybe. Jack's been surprised by a lot recently.

"C'mon," Orange says, and Jack follows obediently at his heels, checking over his shoulder a few times to ensure that the deserted hallway stays deserted.

It does.

Eventually, they come to one of the locker rooms. Jack wonders if Orange requested one this close to the unused hallways, or if he just got lucky. It might be a little bit of both. Orange opens the door and ushers Jack inside, where the lights are low. A few bags lay open on the benches, and Jack doesn't look at them. He can't fall apart yet. Being backstage again is... it's a lot, honestly. It's an overwhelm and the bitter tang of nostalgia all rolled together, a heady sort of want. He's desperate to get back to this: to the smell of the leather, the feel of the ropes against his palms, the swell of the crowd.

"No one will find you here."

Jack snorts a little. "I've been suspended. I'm not a fugitive." But then he falls quiet. The locker room is empty, save for them. He doesn't want to ask, but can't quite stop himself. "Getting ready?"

Orange nods. Jack swallows down the rest—it won't do any good. He's close, now. He's so close, and all he has to do is wait. But waiting has never been his strong suit.

"Be careful out there," he says, and Orange gives him a lazy salute before leaving. Jack is alone now. There aren't televisions back here, so he can't see, but he flips his phone screen on and opens Twitter. At least he can mostly gauge what's happening based on what's showing up in the hashtag, even though the video clips are much slower to load. He waits. He breathes. It's been 25 days.

Finally, voices sound from outside the door. The hallway does an excellent job of amplifying them beneath the metal beams. Jack's heart leaps to his throat. He stops breathing.

"—awesome. That last move was solid."

Jack's lungs constrict.

"Was it?" That's Kris. They won; Jack knows that from his feed. She's out of breath, though, just a little, so it was a physical match. "Honestly, we should do it again."

"Hey." Orange. They're right outside the door now—Jack can hear someone's hand hit the metal of the knob. "I got you a present."

"Me?" There's surprise there. Jack's legs have turned to ice. He can't move. Can't twitch. And then the door opens, Orange's arm swinging out with it, and—

Hook's face, going from braced to surprised to—

He crosses the room in less time than Jack takes to get up to his feet. He's still wobbling a little bit when Hook throws his arms around Jack's shoulders, buries his face in Jack's neck. He smells like that stupid fucking body wash he still insists on using, the one that is always way too strong but oddly comforting. Jack has to blink back tears, because fuck.

"Oh my god," Hook exhales. "Oh my god."

"Hi," Jack says, weak, just like his knees have gone in relief. Hook has been a constant thread in his messages ever since Jack took the earlier flight out of London, but it's never been enough. Jack missed him so much he fucking ached with it.

Hook laughs. His grip around Jack's shoulders tightens. "Holy shit. Holy shit. You're here."

"I'm here." Jack closes his eyes, grabs ahold of Hook's shoulders, still slicked with sweat from the match.

"I miss you so god damn much," Hook says.

Fuck. Don't cry. The past few months have already been murder, playing such a horrible part, going against each other, but this—this has been the worst of all. Not even being able to sneak into each other's hotel rooms to watch shitty re-runs together while they eat their way through the vending machine. "I miss you, too," Jack whispers.

When Hook pulls away, his face has split with a beaming smile. He grabs Jack's face in both hands. At some point, Kris shut the locker room door, and Jack's fiercely grateful for her. For her and Orange. For arranging this. For knowing. They're both standing near the lockers, toweling down and grinning, looking at them every so often.

"It's not even that much longer," Hook starts.

"Fuck off," Jack replies. "It's been a god damn lifetime, and you know it."

Hook laughs. Laughs. Jack can't remember the last time he got to hear that in person. "You're not lying. Jesus. Don't ever get assaulted again, you hear me?"

It might not have been so bad if they already hadn't had to be on opposite sides, if they hadn't already spun the most tangled, heart-wrenching web. Maybe it wouldn't have been that hard to get through 30 days if they hadn't already been sneaking around just to stay friends, if their whole damn support system hadn't been flipped over to the shadow zone. Fuck, Jack misses being able to just roam the arena cities with Hook, taking stupid photos and posing like tourists and finding the weirdest possible places to explore.

Jack lost everything last year. He lost everything, and then he gained everything and more back, and the summer combined with the past month has been too much. He's been trying not to crawl out of his skin for weeks now. With Hook here, gripping Jack's face tightly enough to bruise, Jack's settled. Things are finally okay again.

Jack just wraps his hands around Hook's biceps. "You need a fucking shower, cause you stink."

"You're such an asshole." Hook is still smiling. "Man, I missed you."

"Go use your ridiculously expensive body wash," Jack says.

"We know a place way off the beaten path," Orange offers from the bench. Then he shrugs; classic Orange. "Could all go. If you wanted."

"Yeah." Jack's limbs are buzzing with happiness. He so badly wants to get out of the cage he's been tossed into. He grins at Hook, and Hook grins right back. "Yeah, let's go."

[ur-fav-alien]

No one find out.

Orange Cassidy x Danhausen fic! mentions of hookhausen, cheating and kissing woah!! Danhausen finds himself alone with Orange, which is perhaps the worst thing he could've let happen, especially with Hook nowhere near.

The hotel door closed, Danhausen and Orange were now left alone. Chuck and Trent had left to go get their food from some Italian restaurant, and Kris was in the room over. 

They were alone. 

This shouldn’t have been as nerve-wracking as it was for Danhausen. They were on opposite beds, looking in every other direction, no words were even falling from their lips. There was nothing Danhausen had to be worried about. 

But of course he was. 

Danhausen felt awful for being nervous. He always knew that if he thought he was going to cheat on a partner; he shouldn’t have been with that partner. 

Hook wasn’t here, he never stayed with the Best Friends. Danhausen could’ve gone to stay with him in some luxury suite, have robes wrapped around his body, and get fed grapes, but Danhausen stuck with his friends. This was probably a terrible decision, especially since a gaze in Orange Cassidy’s eyes influenced it. 

Danhausen was sure that being in some hotel suite definitely gave you an advantage when you wanted to ignore the tension between you and your best friend. 

It’s not like he would ever know. It’s not like he did know. 

It was one time, when they were on a break, and Danhausen was feeling especially low on his luck. In his defense, Hook had done it too—with Jack Perry, of all people. And! At least Danhausen waited a while; the day that they started their break, Hook was off with Jack in some seedy club down the street. Danhausen only knew that because a friend of theirs had seen. 

Danhausen found out officially a couple of days later when he saw the two of them kissing in the locker room. He couldn’t get mad. They were on a break. 

Now they weren’t, and Hook could get mad if he wanted to. 

But god… it’s not like he would know, right? 

There was always something between him and Orange. The two of them had met years before at a wrestling event that surely every wrestling fan had forgotten about by now—neither of them had forgotten it, though. Danhausen had reunited back with Orange when he entered AEW. Since then, they had been inseparable. They slept in the same hotel beds, still did sometimes. They’d save each other from people who wanted to do them harm. Orange had been the one advocating for Danhausen to be in the best friends’ group. Orange was his wingman when he started crushing on Hook, and he was also the one to make him feel better when Hook had broken his heart. 

Had he been a little weird and Hook and him got back together? Yeah, but he was also dealing with every wrestler in every promotion, wanting his title. Danhausen was sure he was looking too deep into things. He shouldn’t have been worried about anything, considering Orange and Hook were teaming up on some matches.

Orange’s lips were then on his. 

Danhausen hadn’t even felt the man get onto the bed he was on, but his lips were on his and he could feel the soft press of his beard against Danhausen’s paint-less face. His body was immediately a million degrees. 

Danhausen pushed him back, both of them breathing hard for very different reasons. 

“What?” was all that Danhausen could let out. He wanted to curl into the back of his skull and never think about this again. 

Orange straddled him, with his legs pressing against Danhausen’s thighs, and his hands pressed against the headboard of the bed they were on. Their faces were so close together Danhausen couldn’t think straight—it wasn’t like he could ever think near Orange. 

“What?” Orange repeated for a different reason. 

Danhausen couldn’t get any of the words out. He could feel their outlines pressing against his throat. “We can’t.” He whimpered out as Orange’s hands caressed his face. 

“Why not?” 

His hands had found Orange’s thighs. It all felt so right—but it was all so wrong. Danhausen was aware of this. There were alarms ringing off in his brain—He could see Hook. 

He felt the air get pulled out of his lungs as his hands traced the outline of Orange’s body, moving up his torso. He couldn’t believe how this was happening—how Orange had chosen him before anyone else. His hands settled on the man’s forearms, squeezing ever so gently to feel the muscle around his fingertips. 

Orange’s face looked so gorgeous in this warm hotel lighting. The parted lips, red face—Danhausen couldn’t help but pull him in. 

Their kiss lasted forever. Danhausen kept wanting more—but he forced himself to stay put. If they did anything more, it would’ve crossed the line, not that they hadn’t already crossed the line months ago. 

Kissing was fine. It meant nothing really—people kiss all the time and nothing happens. That’s what was going on: nothing. 

Danhausen continued to press against Orange’s face, hoping that neither of them would need air because all they needed was each other. It was awful; it was evil; it was the worst thing that Danhausen had done and he just needed more. 

There were a million thoughts swimming through his mind, all of them convincing him that they really needed to do this more. Maybe Hook wouldn’t be so heartbroken if Danhausen left, he was sure he’d understand—especially if he never found out. 

The click of their door opening interrupted Danhausen’s thoughts, and his heartbeat began beating at a million miles per second. Hiding the fact that they were making out was no difficult feat, as Orange was sitting next to Danhausen on his phone in a second. 

Danhausen could only stare at the wall in front of him in shock, not understanding how quickly the man had moved to his side. He was sure that it was just some illusion and several minutes had passed to cope with the fact that the two of them had just gotten caught. 

That theory of his dismantled right before his eyes when Trent and Chuck walked through the door with a couple of brown bags of takeout food. Danhausen could not process what had happened. 

Trent smiled at the two as he put the food down. “Orange, you gonna sleep with him tonight?” 

The demon sat frozen in shock, unable to even imagine the dumbfounded expression on his face. He looked over at Orange, who appeared as unamused as usual. 

He shrugged his shoulders carelessly. “Sure.” he replied, as if it was the most mundane thing in the world. 

Danhausen’s heart was pounding in his head. 

God, he just hoped no one would find out.

[alvertesongdiary]

Megan Thee Stallion - HISS

I just want to kick this shit off by saying fuck y’all I don’t have to clear my name on a motherfuckin thang Everytime I get mentioned one of y’all bitch ass niggas get 24 hours of attention I’m finna get this shit off my chest to lay it to rest Let’s go

I feel like Mariah Carey got these niggas so obsessed my pussy so famous might get managed by Kris Jenner next he can’t move on can’t let it go he hooked nose full of that Tina snow and since niggas need Megan help to make money bitch come be my hoe all of you bitches is weak on the Bible talking shit from where no one can find you I could never be judged by a bitch that was dancing making R. Kelly go viral im sexy af and I’m freaky get who ever I want ini mini why the fuck would I stay with a nigga that’s weak In the sheets and don’t know how to please me bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies say he fucked Megan and now he the topic these niggas thinking they lowered the value all this free promo I’m turning a profit hate when a nigga be kissing and telling say he a playa but he in his feelings bet I won’t give up the pussy again shit should’ve gave it to his friend These hoes don’t be mad at Megan these hoes mad at Megan’s law I don’t really know what the problem is but I guarantee yall don’t want me to start bitch you a pussy never finna check me every chance you get bet yo weak ass won’t address me bitches swear the G but the G must stand for Goofy when the fuck did all the gangster niggas turn to groupies every body wanna kick it when you ain’t a threat these niggas don’t like me cause they know I’m on they neck

Y’all goofy ass hoes look so dumb every time y’all celebrate fake news, ha! Using my name for likes and views, I don’t give a fuck what y’all make trend, bitch I still win Ah!

Nigga ain’t you hear ? I ain’t scared of dick any man go against me I handle shit I’m the Teflon don in the court room they be throwing that dirt don’t shit stick all these lil rap niggas so fraud Xanax be they hardest bars these niggas hate on BBLS and be walking around with the same scars , real curvy no etching niggas fight to get in my section don’t speak on my body count is the dick ain’t worth coming back for seconds, cosplay gangsters fake ass accents posted in another nigga hood like a bad bitch ima big dog bitch can’t lil sis me hoes get views when they tryna diss me make one move gottem in a tizzy killing shit that’s why they tryna RIP me still going hard with the odds against me these niggas don’t have fans they bots these bitches don’t have ass they shots and they still tuned in if they fans or not allegations from the opposition bitch niggas just eating it up these blogs get paid to lie yall talk shit and be broke as fuck bottom line is I’m still rich do Megan bad and I’m still good bringing up who might’ve fucked and the bottom line is they still would I just wanna fuck my nigga In peace but all my old niggas still love me niggas ain’t hit this pussy in years damn I knew my shit was heat none of you niggas was wifey material none of you niggas was worth all the drama none of you niggas was hitting it raw and mad I’m not one of yo baby mamas always got my ass out always let my titties show when I’m in the gym I think about bitches that I’m shitting on I’m way too fucking cocky to take him back if he been cheating I can’t let none of you raggedy bitches think that yall my equal every since I claimed the summer all you bitches want a season ask a hoe why she don’t like me bet she can’t give you a reason you know motherfucking well these bitches wanna sound like Tina don’t you ever grab a mic and think that me and you competing

bad bitch and the walls ain’t bending post photo name, start trending why every time one of y’all z list goes do an interview I get mentioned? Ion give a fuck who think what you niggas is typing for nothing on the internet typing that shit to me write him a letter or something

Say bitch ass nigga don’t type me nothing else, don’t write me nothing else, download j pay since y’all niggas got so much to say or schedule a conjugal visit or something. Ha Ha! Dick riding ass niggas Ah!

07/02/2024

[rickygoldman34]

Hello everyone Ricky Goldman here.

Its AEW World's End live at Nassau Veterans memorial Coliseum in Uniondale new York. The 1st match on the zero hour is Willow Nightingale vs Kris Statlander. This was actually a decent match despite a few botches and slips. They went back and forth throughout and both got thier spots. Multiple pin fall attempts but with a lariat and a cover it was Willow with the W.

Next up its a Battle Royale match winner gets a TNT title shot. In it is Killeswitch,Lance Archer,Danhausen,Dalton Castle,Dark Order, Christopher Daniels,Kip Sabian,Johhny Tv,Serpentico,Lee Johnson,Danny magic,Darius Martin,The Butcher,The Blade,Bryan Keith,Action Andretti. Your typical battle royal here with many eliminations,your winner Killswitch.

3rd one is Hook vs Wheeler Yuta for the FTW title. Hook went right after Wheeler before Yuta stopped him to go out the ring where they fought on the ramp,Yuta filled the ring with weapons then slammed the champion into the barricade. Into the ring then where Wheeler used a stop sign then trash can to the back of Hook. The champion got back in it with a few German suplexs. Yuta wouldn't stop though as he grabbed another trash can,Hook locks on red rum but got slammed into the trash can back into again,he used a hockey stick and then locked in Red rum again to retain.

1st match on the main show is Blackpool Combat Club,Mark Briscoe and Daniel Garcia vs Brody King,Jay White,Jay Lethal and Rush. Lethal and Mark trade blows then Bryan and White in,they go at it.Brody and Daniel in,Brody turned his attention to Matt Maynard who was on commentary. Rush in then frequent tags between both Jays,Garcia with a bloody nose now but he fought on to tag in Briscoe alot of action on the outside. Lots of pin fall attempts and cohesive tag team action, Claudio with suplexs,Garcia comes in to pin Brody so his team are victorious.

Next its Miro vs Andrade El Idolo. Miro went right after Andrade,the action very quickly spilled out where Andrade sent Miro over the announce table,back in and the crowd is dead,up to the top rope where Miro hits a super plex. Andrade back in it again with a cross body from the top as he gains advantage. Miro with the camel clutch but Andrade wouldnt give up as he fought on hooking in the figure 8 but CJ Perry on the outside helps Miro who hits a superkick for the victory.

[animefankotaro]

Trans Susan (Miracle on 34th Street)

December 1946

Susan Walker was a very special child Kris Kringle thought. For one she was almost like a grown up in a kids body. Her mother originally raised her this way teaching her the truth rather than lie. One thing that botherd Kris was that she thought her there was no Santa Claus. He thought that wasn't right. Susan is a kid and should get to act and think like one. She has all her life to be a bitter adult. That wasn't the biggest shock though. What was bigger was that Kris found out she was born a he. She used to be a boy named Stu but felt like a girl.

“What do you mean you were born a boy?” Kris asked.

“I was born wrong. I should have been a girl instead. I told my mom that I was one and she let me become a girl”

“Does your father know about this?” Kris asked. Susan hook her head.

“Mom thinks that if he finds out he'll take me away and make me be a boy again. He would also send mom to the nut house.”

“What about the other kids?”

“They make fun of me sometimes. One boy once saw me wearing a new dress and playing with a doll and said “What kind of boy plays with dolls and wear dresses?” and I said. “I'm not a boy I'm a girl. He then walked away with a weird face.”

Kris wasn't sure he understood. She claimed to have written to him once when her mom wasn't looking wishing to be a girl. When it didn't happen she believed her mother there was no Santa. Kris talked to Doris about it.

“She told me last year that she felt like a girl. At first I thought he just wanted my attention or was confused about something. So I bought him some dresses and called him by his new name Susan. Before I knew it Susan was here to stay.”

“What have the reactions been like?” Doris sighed.

“I have a lot of parents calling me crazy and that Susan should be taken away from me. One couple said they would cut Susans hair themselves. If that happened she would be devastated. It look her months to grow it long.”

“What do you plan to do for the future? Let her become a woman? There will be puberty in the future.” Doris nodded.

“I've read about how men used to have their bits removed so they're voice wouldn't drop back in the olden days. It would also prevent facial hair. Maybe if Susan is still sure in several years we can consider it. I'm not sure how she can get breast though. I know she could never get pregnant. I want her to be happy. I know she wants a new birth certificate with her new name and declaring that she's female. I've told her that won't be able to happen. I wish there was a way it could.”

During his court session Kris wondered it Susan would get a similar trial. While he was trying to prove he was Santa she would have to prove she was a girl. Kris chuckled. Maybe they weren't so different actually. Eventually Kris won the case and was legally Santa. It seems all was said and good. But he was unable to get Susan the house she wanted; or change her into a real girl. Susan was rather upset.

“I knew you weren't the real Santa.” Susan cried “You're just a nice man with a beard.”

“I'm sorry, Susan. I tried to get you that house but I was unable to.”

“And turn me into a girl.”

“That proved even harder. But look here.” He put her in front of a mirror. “Now what do you see?”

“You and me.” Susan said.

“Who am I in the mirror? Who's refection do you see?”

“Santa's.”

“Me too. And who's reflection do you see for yourself?”

“Me. Susan.”

“Exactly. Me too. I see a little girl named Susan. She's already proven she's a girl. She doesn't need a piece of paper for it.”

“I guess. You did though.” Susan replied.

“Proving to be Santa is a lot harder than proving you're a girl. Just remember Susan that this mirror already proves it.” Susan nodded though was still disappointed none the less. However, it didn't take long for Susan and her family to find her dream house. That wasn't it. There was also a birth certificate sent to them with Susan's new name and declaring she was female.

“I knew he was real I knew it!” Susan said happily. After Susan left the room Doris talked to Fred quietly.

“First the house now this. By law Susan is a girl.” Fred nodded.

“Yes. It seems like she got her wish.”

“We still have to worry about her in the future. She doesn't want a beard like Mr. Kringle.

“We'll find a doctor then who can fix her. Unless Kris can do something about it first.” He looked at a cane that was by the fireplace. Doris nodded happy that she meet Kris Kringle and made him Santa.

[plantfeed]

“let’s get one thing straight━ i’m not a princess, i’m a queen.” wow, take that instagram. she graduated from the university of cuntington with a degree in slayonomics and a minor in girlbossing. somebody call kris jenner and get her on the family plan! despite the nails in his hair, the hand at his belt, she feels him slip away from her again. he’s totally sunken placing her, but this time she lets him drift, content to catch him when he comes back, if he returns. for all mimi knows, junior could be coming to his senses about their whole arrangement and pressing the mental reset button. which is fine, it’s not like she can’t get good dick elsewhere, but sometimes she feels like they’re strangers who grew up in the same town, a shared history in the way they were raised, out on the wrong side of the tracks. his voice is soft enough that it pulls something in her, shock and surprise twisted with an urge to ask, are u ok, hun? though she refrains, her bemused expression more an attempt to stop herself from feeling touched by his tenderness. it sometimes feels there’s a sexual shorthand between them, but if she starts to feel touched rather than just getting touched, then she’s fucked it. so despite her usual need to take control, she lets junior lead, pride and warmth stirring in her gut as he elbows people out of the way to get her own her own. she isn’t ashamed by his haste, but rather embraces it ━ meets the stares of the people he pushes past, a knowing glint in her eyes. you know exactly what’s going on here. are you jealous?

by the time they reach the bathroom, everything in her body is pulsing, but he approaches her with such tenderness that she feels the need to slow her roll, match his energy, even if her first instinct is to rip the buttons from his shirt, rip the shirt from his skin completely. “so…” she pauses, hands slow as they slide down his chest, feeling the need to bring it up. “back there, you seemed kinda distracted. whatever it is, you know we can, like, talk about it, right?” this isn’t the usual script for a hook up, but she doesn’t want him to fuck her as some weird escapist impulse and regret it. as much as this isn’t a thing, she still cares. “i won’t judge.” or at least she’ll try not to judge, but it’s hard when her myers-briggs type ends in a ‘j’. his hands find her neck, catching her breath where it hangs in her throat, and instinctively parting her lips. when his mouth follows, closing the distance, it’s softer than expected ━ soft enough that it etches a wrinkle of confusion across her brow before she softens like warm butter in his hands, melts into his mouth, moans into his kiss. “or we can not talk…” she breathes, half-panted, when she pulls away, hands sliding back up to his collar in her haste to unbutton him, a sudden fever in her.  “this works, too.”

Her fingers grazing across the side of his neck, it pulls him out of his thoughts and back to the dance floor. All the events of the night weighing in, crushing him. Honestly, he wants the night to be over and move on with the rest of the consequences later. He knows he has to make up with Leo eventually, it might take a few days but the two of them have never fought a day in their lives and as shitty as the situation is he doesn't plan on allowing his relationship with his brother, the other fucking half of him go down the drain over something he was too occupied with his own life to know. His gaze drops down to Mimi, his hand sliding up her back and tucking against the back of her neck to allow her to steady him, to keep him upright despite the thoughts weighing him down. "Yeah?" He murmurs. "I think something like that can be arranged, princess." His gaze leaves her for a brief moment as she reaches for his belt. It's a unstable path to walk across, knowing the last thing he would ever want to do is hurt Mimi but she's addicting, the way she seems to be able to know exactly what he needs and what he could be thinking. There's a spark of realization that maybe the few times they've done this dance, it created a hole that made things a little more vulnerable than he ever would have done. He fucked up once when he played that game with Charlotte and then again with Addison. Most would say the third time is a charm but not him. He's spent his whole life shut behind walls and walls of protection and yet the few months he's been on the island they've come crashing down and giving him a taste of the damage that could be done. He meant it when he told Charlotte earlier he was done and despite the fact he could feel her gaze on him through this crowd. He didn't want to leave this moment with Mimi. He doesn't think about anything else at her request, in fact, it's as if she could read his mind at that moment he too was also thinking about shifting this party to somewhere more private so he could have her all to himself. Dates, brothers, exes, and flings be damned. "Just you," he says. His voice is so soft for a moment he's not even she heard him. He grabs her hand, turning and pulling her the crowd. He nudges whoever is in their way with a low grumbled excuse me or an apology despite not meaning it. He pushes open one of the fancy bathroom doors and pulls her into it. He turns slightly, reaching up to lock the door. He shifts back to her, raising his hands up to each side of her neck as he pulls her in, slowly catching her lips with his own as if he's exploring her for the first time.

@plantfeed

[whatawonderart]

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[awigglycultist]

Just rewatched TCBoB! Thoughts below cut

"Spotlight up on an actual teenage boy"

I love MC, he's trying so hard, he's so hyper and excited

And Honk

"we hooked up last summer but who didn't"

Love the small details of these characters, stuff that isn't super important the story but is still mentioned. Like ofc Cole being trans and Eric and Cole having divorced parents.

"and my estrogen pills"

"this is Bethanne, she's... This is Bethanne!"

MC's freak out is so great and and funny

Oh also love that anime maniacs is one of the groups in the song

"especially to be here with my fellow seniors!... Who are no longer listening to me..."

"we hooked up last summer but who didn't"

Eric looks at Max's ass

Wtf is Eric doing while Kris and Max are talking

The Vomsquad™

"any choice is better that no choice except a bad choice"

"don't try to blackmail the casting guy.. not that I've tried"

I fucking love Max bursting out into song ready to go not realizing he was supposed to go into the theatre

"heres the thing about acting Mark" "Max"

*comes in dancing* "biffed it! :)" *clapping*

Hngg poor Bethanne I love her so much and I relate to her so much too

"pretend your Magic Mike and let your dangler swim free"

I fucking love the dance call, watching everyone mess up in their own way

"ooww my ankle" "your fine."

"I don't wanna step on anyones toes but this is kinda borning now" I literally gasped the first time I saw that part, especially bc I had just been talking about the Starship rehearsal story early

Love, Eric always hiding his emotions, love Chill, love Chill going from "I stay chill when I'm nervous about theatre" to "I hide my emotions when my parents get divorced"

"Max I hope you learn to love yourself! :). Go goats!!"

"THAT'S ABSOLUTELY A FUCKING LIIEEE"

"I don't wanna be one of those characters that disappears and you don't see for the rest of the act" seriously 10/10 joke

Body Language > I Don't Dance

Body Language is a song that you really do just wanna get up and dance too

I love Max and Jean and I would love to see them get together and future version of tcbob

"huh that actor looks like my wife"

Also again so glad we got a Lauren and James dance number

"this Troy Bolton bitch"

Oh!! Also I love how they incorporate the actual tcbob scripts in the first act as the characters holding the Matrix the Musical script

Lovee Cole and Bethanne sm

"the kind only a highschooler could pull off"

Love MC coming out of nowhere

Also love MC being aware of the audience and winking at the camera

"Jean and Max were ready for you" "body language! :D" ".. Alright"

Garrett is the best I love him the sweetest guy he cares about Alex so much

"yeah... Yeah.. I was there with you. Who is this for?"

Max and Jean definitely messed up the scene together bc they were distracted by dancing

"I'M HAVING A HEART ATTACK" "no your not" I CAN'T BREAATTHH"

Love how Cole gets ready to leave not even realizing her name wasn't said

Kris is annoying and selfish af but I love him

"unprofessional." ">:0"

"I would give you standing O but I'd be out of frame"

Love Daniel's clapping after the songs, his face is literally :D but irl

How dare he not wait for his wife

But also how does it take so long to feed a meter or pee

Love Max just hugging and picking up MC. Max doesn't forget about who got him to where is he now

"I'm begging you. I need this.... I HATE YOU DAD I HATE YOU"

Kris is so mad

Eric is just so annoyed and feed up with everyone saying their show could be on broadway

"since this fantasy I'm 10 ft tall with a million dollars!"

"that dumptrack of an ass"

"wanna take a dip? 👀 :)" Max definitely likes Jean

Why is Eric just listing all the drinks so funny to me

Ugh Bethanne and Cole <3

"hey you can't wear that out of the theatre! Thats a rental" "oh I thought it was mine to keep. It had a peice of tape with my name on it"

"you had to be there Jean"

*puts sock on head* "what's the number for 911!?" *moving hands around wildly*"Well it's not pizza! Sorry sorry sorry!"

"INTO THE UNKNOOOWN!!"

"he does the most annoying thing someone could do at party. He begins to strum a guitar"

"I've never heard of them! That sounds amazing!"

"do I miss high school? Not one bit! Who even asked me that? So random.."

"if gain to much weight their not cool with that. They'll fire me"

"I will never forget that smell it was fucking awful"

"hAlarious"

Kris slowing walking up and then slowing backing up

How does everyone believe that Alex actually made a scavenger hunt like it was so obviously joke guys-

Love Alex <3 and Cueless is so beautiful

*Alex absolutely chugging the alcohol*

*camera zooms in on Joey's ass*

"I wish that Cole and I were twins and that I ate her in the womb"

"hot goss gimme gimme that goss gimme gimme that goss that's hot"

Love how everyone is spreading rumours about each other. It starts with Kris and Eric trying to spread rumours about Cole but instead everyone starts spreading rumors about everyone.

I love Alex's drunk breakdown

Max's warmup freak out is hilarious

"here is something the other kids out there aren't ready here: if you do something you love you'll never work another day in your life"

"that's not what I saw out there Beth" "anne" "and!"

No one:.. Theo: *trying to fucking hook up with everyone*

"wait.. Are you a scientologist?"

I Suck Reprise is something I needed to hear

"mind if I vape out here?" "you vape now?" "I saw a billboard telling me not to vape so naturally"

"ew what is that? Cotton candy crush or some shit are you five?"

"dreamcasting is actually very problematic and lot of people have told me it hurts their feelings" "your talking about yourself Joshua"

UGH BETHANNE AND COLE <33

"that was really fucking girlboss what you said" "ew don't call me girlboss"

"what do even a friend do? Am I alien? Am I a girlboss?"

*Alex still having a breakdown* Theo: "mm that's awesome" *attempts to hook up/suduce her*

"wow what the f is this mess"

The fact that Theo saying the jacuzzi is lukewarm is what makes Kris try to fight him

The school flag on the crutch is so funny

Poor MC

Love that Max takes MC with him. Like there was no need, he could've left him but he was like "you don't need to be here bud you have no idea what's going on let's go and leave these guys alone"

"yess! Bethanne we stan a decisive queen!"

"mm the alternative being you acting little bitch"

"these are undoubtedly the craziest times in our lives! Like literally life will never be as crazy as this semester!"

"And with you~~"

Love everyone being in character durning the curtain call

Anyway I absolutely love this characters and their interactions with each other. The soundtrack is absolutely amazing Clark did so good. And everyone really popped off singing!! And it's so cool to see how far Joey, Lauren and Brian have come since 2009. Despite not actually being in theater myself I find several of the characters very relatable to myself and I'm sure other even if not in theater can relate to any of these characters. TCBoB is just so great.

[hoodedmenace]

Jason’s nose wrinkles distastefully at the rap of knuckles along the top of his helmet, and it’s a test of willpower to not jerk away. Guy’s closer, which isn’t ideal, but he’s getting a pretty decent read on him—he’s fast, seems to think quick, has some pretty impressive reaction times. It’ll be more a matter of tricking him than fighting him and finding himself dangling from a lamp post like one of Bat’s catches.

“Have you heard of Batman?” The bat glimmers on his chest in the hazy city light, half covered by his jacket. “I’m like him, just all around meaner about it. Also, this?” He lifts his webbed hand, fingers still clasped around the knife, and drags it against the gauntlet of his other arm, a row of sharpened blades clicking up with a metallic slide. “We gotta stop doing this. Were you raised in a barn? Goin’ around webbing people. I haven’t done shit to instigate you but run. Far as I’m concerned, I should be laying you flat out on your ass for getting all up in my business.”

He’ll be picking web out of his glove for hours later too, but the kris blade is free from his palm now, and he gives it a light twirl before jamming it back into his boot, throwing his weight sideways to roll himself over his spine. The moment his boots touch concrete he’s up again in a half-crouch, gun pointed at the spider—no, pointed over the spider, a grappling line instead of a bullet whizzing past to hook and lodge itself into the rusting HVAC unit. Jason’s up before the line is even tight, throwing his huge body off the ledge with a spin—he knows he’s got the element of surprise there, moving so quick and limber for a guy his size, but he’s sure it’ll wear off soon.

“Want in? Keep up, spider boy.” And then he drops, disappearing over the rooftop ledge—there is no sound of impact, no boots hitting the ground, no body hitting the fire escape. Just the sudden roar of a motorcycle engine, the whine of tires spinning against damp concrete.

Jason stiffens at the spider's approach. He's heard shit, he has a vague idea of what to expect, but it's that expectation that gives him pause. Again. He's heard shit. And he has eyes. Guy's still moving with that much damage means he's got some sort of healing factor, guy's chasing him around slinging on webs.

His own timetable is narrowing, the window for his mark growing smaller and smaller, but he's not really in the mood to make a mess of things, not when the dog's already limping. (Dick would say he's going soft, he'd just say he was being practical.) It wouldn't be good to show all of his tricks this early on either, so he holds one hand out, palm up, placating, while the other drops to his boot. The blade he yanks out is thin, strangely wavy, and cuts through the webbing like paper, freeing him, mostly. He's sure he'll be picking that shit out of his laces for weeks.

What he doesn't do is stand, though—he remains crouched, helmet tipped forward slightly, expanding its field of vision so he can catalog his escape routes. "Mister Motorcycle? That's a good one. You haven't even seen my bike yet." There's buildings on either side, the street below, behind him. Behind the spider, an old HVAC unit that looks like it'll hold. He shifts his weight again, mentally mapping out where the grappling gun is on his person.

"Think you can clean up that quick? You look like you're busted up pretty badly. Not healing as fast as you'd like, maybe? That's the trouble with spandex, is that it's not body armor, but considering that's what you chose, it means you're not worried about being chewed up." He pauses, inclines his head a little further, the whites of his helmet's eyes gleaming. "On a good day, at least."

[babyboy-cody]

HI ALYSSA!!! 😃 What you wrote for grayson was beyond BEAUTIFUL. can you write something where they’re in a new relationship and she gets introduced on the podcast??? 🥰

i’m gonna try really hard to not go overboard this time 😭

The atmosphere was lighthearted and playful. Since 7am to the early afternoon, you’ve been extremely nervous and fidgety. Grayson recognized the early signs of an anxiety attack and made to bring out one of your sensory toys, the ones that make the popping and clicking sound. He brought you to a secluded corner of the house, away from everyone and all the noise, and blocked them with his body until you calmed down. The scent of him, the overall height of him, the gruffness of his voice, and the soft teddy bear vibes Grayson was giving off had you feeling more at ease.

“What if… What if they don’t like me, Gray? I mean, I’m not like the other girls you’ve hooked up with before. I’m not some insta baddie or a bad bitch. I’m me and they’re gonna hate it,” you quietly rambled to him while frantically popping and clicking your sensory toy, all the while keeping your eyes on your hand movements. Grayson allowed you to rant, not stepping in until you were fully finished. “I mean, Kris is different because she’s perfect for Ethan and she never really got any hate - not that I know of. She’s like a soft baddie, I’m not even 6% of a baddie.” This made Grayson smile as he crossed his arms and stared down at you. “Like, I’m not Tyson and it just… sucks feeling like this.”

“Look at me,” he told you, his voice low enough for only you both to hear. When you nervously peer up at him, no longer using your sensory toy, he places his large hands on your warm cheeks, thumbs gently stroking back and forth. “You’re not Tyson and that’s why I’m in love with you. You think I care about insta baddies? You’re the fucking queen, you hear me?” When you start looking down again, he quickly lifts your head. “Aye, I’m not done talking to you. You’re nothing like those girls and that’s what made me fall for you. Your kind soul, pretty eyes, and good vibes made me feel so comfortable that I always wanted to be around you 24/7. Ask Kris.” He smiles at the sound of your soft giggle and the way your eyes crinkled at the corners. “If I love with all my heart, the people who support us and want us to be happy will love you too.”

“Yo,” Ethan called out from across the room. “You ready?” He was looking at you, more so worried about your reputation than Grayson’s. “There’s no going back.” His tone was teasing and his eyes held no malice. You looked up at Grayson and he gave you a small nod and grin, as if telling you, ‘You got this.’ When you gave Ethan an enthusiastic nod, he excitedly claps his hands. “Lets do this shit!”

When you followed them to the room where they do their podcasts, you felt that anxious wave crash over you again. Grayson, being the extremely observant man he is, made sure you had your sensory toy in your hands as he rubbed your arms gently. He pressed soft kisses to your cheeks that felt like butterfly wings fluttering against your skin because of his growing beard. Kristina shot you a thumbs up from her spot in the kitchen as she ate some avocado toast. You felt more at ease as Grayson and Ethan shot playful jokes at each other back and forth. You took your spot beside Grayson on the swivel chair and took the headphones he hands to you. After setting up the mics and cameras, you got yours comfortable and sat a foot or two away from Grayson so that they’re able to do their intro without you in the frame.

“It’s now or never,” you quietly mumbled to yourself.

“Good evening, everybody!” Grayson enthusiastically speaks into the mic. “Welcome back to Deeper with the Dolan Twins. I’m one of your hosts, Grayson.”

“And I’m your other host, Ethan. If it’s a little harder to tell who is who, I wore white today and Grayson wore black,” Ethan states confidently. “Grayson is always wearing his greasy ass trucker hat.”

“It’s not greasy, shut up.” Grayson sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, sending a look to the side as you covered your mouth to stifle your laugh. “So, today we are doing things a little bit differently.” You sat up straighter in your seat. “As all of you know, we had Kristina on our podcast to furthermore introduce herself as Ethan’s girlfriend.”

“And today,” Ethan rubbed his hands excitedly. “We have a very, very special guest. We are introducing… drum roll, please…” Grayson quickly tapped his fingers against the table. “Grayson’s very own girlfriend, Y/N!”

Grayson was quick to pull your chair closer to his as you held the mic and laughed quietly as they both cheered loud and clear. “This is my very lovely and very beautiful girlfriend, Y/N. Say hello to the audience.”

“Um… hello,” you awkwardly said, causing Ethan to snort. “Shut up, E! I’m nervous.” You shyly covered your face, groaning when Grayson pulled your hands away and placed his hand between yours. You immediately started playing with his fingers; a sense of calm washing over you. “Well as nervous as I am, I am extremely excited to be a guest on your podcast and I hope it receives good reactions.”

“On a lighter note, lets dive deeper into how the relationship between you and Gray… developed,” Ethan said and got comfortable in his seat.

“You tell the short story and I’ll tell the long story,” you told Grayson and lightly patted his shoulder while looking at him with such love-filled eyes that even Ethan can see from across the large table.

Grayson cleared his throat and never once move his hand from between yours. “Well we met a few years ago and started fully dating, I’d say, almost a year ago. And we met through Kristina because you’ve been really good friends story.”

“Okay, guys, people that are listening and watching,” Ethan interrupted. “Remember to get very comfortable because this story is going to be a fucking rollercoaster of emotions.”

“Oh god,” you facepalmed. “Now, for the long story. I’ve been really close friends with Kris since our childhood. I moved to Australia at a young age with my dad after my mom passed away, and we were just two peas in a pod. The way you and Grayson are with each other is the exact same way Kris and I are with each other.” Grayson leans his chin on his hand and never once looks away from you. His attention was all on you… and your lips. “And then, back in 2017 is when she started telling me about Ethan. And she had mentioned that you had a younger brother-”

“Younger by, like, 20 minutes,” Grayson interrupted with a scoff.

“Younger brother,” you emphasized a little louder, causing both twins to laugh. “And she had asked Ethan stuff about Grayson, to which she transferred back to me. So, she was like a bird messenger.” You giggled as you said that, causing a big grin to form on Grayson’s lips. “And then no sooner after that, we started talking more frequently and getting to know each other. And it just.. grew after that.”

“Didn’t Gray ghost you?” Ethan suddenly asked. Grayson groans loud beside you and covers his face embarrassingly. “I remember you freaking the fuck out because of it.”

“Yes, the motherfucker did ghost me for a few weeks. Wanna explain why, hm?” You teasingly asked him with a raise of your brows. Grayson blushed fiercely.

“So within the first three months of us talking, that was when I fully started developing strong feelings for you. And at the time, I had been fucked over so many times by so many people and was never really able to hold a long relationship. And I partially blamed myself for that because I tend to.. rush things, if that makes sense. I’m a romantic and when I fall for someone, I fall hard.” As Grayson passionately spoke and opened up his feelings, your eyes went from his eyes to his lips to his hands and back and forth. The way he spoke with his hands made you hide a smile by biting your lip. “And I was terrified because I automatically assumed that I was gonna fuck it up one way or another. The only way for me to cope was to push my feelings aside, and it just effected us both so negatively.”

“Yeah, from past experiences, it can be really difficult for someone to come to terms with the true emotions they felt. I was the same way with Kristina, you know. It felt like I had to walk around eggshells out of fear of fucking up the one thing that was good for me.” You and Grayson nodded in agreement. “I remember when we came to Australia after what happened and Gray was running back and forth, just writing what he wanted to say to you and he almost cried because his pencil broke.”

You quickly looked at Grayson. “Really?” You weren’t teasing him, you were shocked. Your voice was soft and you had a pout on your lips that he kissed away. “Stop, you’re gonna make me cry.”

“Nooooo!” Grayson yelled out and threw an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his side.

“That’s so sweet!” You whined and pouted some more. “I never knew that, Gray. I know that in the past, there were some hardships that we were able to overcome and the way we communicated with each other, it just made our relationship stronger.”

The conversation ranged from topic to topic. Your life growing up, the death of your mother, your dad’s rescue farm in Australia, your college degree, and some moments between you and Grayson. You felt so comfortable and carefree that Grayson noticed a changed. You laughed more and spoke louder. You playfully bantered with Ethan and provided your own insight on serious topics regarding the negative effects of social media and about mental health. He’s so sure in his heart that people who love and support him and Ethan are gonna love you the same.

[wrestlezon]

liveblog containment zone for aew rampage 5/20/22

starting with house of black vs dark order + fuego... i like the dark order. i also like watching the dark order wrestle i love it when wrestlers steal each others special moves. calling out pentagon jr like this... oof what a lariat tombstone... :O rip house of black

lmfao oh no i did not see the dark elevation! bowens!! your leg??? i love New Son Max Caster. i love the rapport between the gunn club and the acclaimed. its good

ftr please tell me youre gonna agree to fight roppongi vice yay!!! confirmed for fight!! none respect for rocky and trent... mean to them... u_u

shawn spears has such a cool intro... i just wish he had a different haircut. his muscles look very good. nice body. im objectifying men right now sorry

i think the undisputed elite are funny villain guys. i'll be patiently waiting for omega's return, whenever that may occur in the distant future

my friend asked me to pause for this screenshot. kyle. please

dark statlander vs heel velvet!!! i think statlander is cool. i miss the goofy element because in my heart of hearts im a fan of goofs but i understand. i understand. i know hirsch pushed her to the darkness and that hirsch's injury kinda brought that whole feud to a dead stop but i wish there was more. jesus lord she held up velvet with one arm. so strong... red velvet using her a stepstool to get back in the ring... Cool while i would normally say you shouldnt pit two bad bitches up against each other i will make an exception here. cool fight

bruh rampage commercial jumpscare got me yet again. right in the middle of velvet's rope leg attacks velvet yelling at statlander calling her a stupid alien?? im taking these scraps and holding them so close to my heart. statlander alien gimmick real yaaaay statlander won!! oh no! enemy beatdowns!!! yay!!! ruby and anna jay!! oh!!!!! i forgot ruby and kris are up against each other at the owens... drama....

i love training montages and i especially love everything thats going on in here between tony nese and mark sterling and danhausen and hook

dan lambert alert... i wish scorpio sky and ethan page were fighting instead of more sammy but ok nevermind this sledgehammer bit is funny i guess. im glad reservoir dogs kazarian is here

this bit made me laugh out loud btw and if im laughing then that justifies it. i love being amused by entertainment and im glad dan lambert didnt say misogyny words

matt sydal!! im glad hes back. he does flips and is a bit of a weirdo and i love flips and weirdos

did they announce that hangman page vs cm punk match twice oh my god there are SO MANY matches at the ppv... SO MANY

"and to my left is jericho the wizard and..." [long pause] "............ jake hager" LMFAO excalibur i love you

KILLING dante martin. murdering him!!! get him sydal! use your flips and kicks my god what a twisting backflip oh no! matt sydal's kicks are doing zero damage against moxley! except for that one. nice yesss! dante martin big splash oh no! dante martin is on his own now... look, it made sense for them to turn yuta into a violence pervert. but dante?? no... dante would never leave behind his flips mentor yeah!! sydal big whirlwind kick!! honestly i expected bcc to win this but with how good a fight sydal and dante are putting up now i dunno!! oh he got piledrivered hes done for-- oh! nevermind! wait its the combination beatdowns. bcc trademark ending.. now they gotta win yeah there it is! what the! whats jericho up to-- oh yeah the bcc are supporting eddie. right

[alittlewhump]

Unbidden - Act 2, chapter 6

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Content warnings: torture mention, drowning mention, emeto/vomit as a result of drowning, restraint, suicidal ideation, fantasy violence

The demons discovered that it was nearly impossible for Morgan to die by drowning in healing potion. The healing effect always overcame the asphyxiation eventually, even when he lost consciousness under the liquid. His body's survival reflexes took care of the rest, expelling the liquid from his lungs and stomach in violent, shuddering spasms. Naturally, the vipers gave up trying to feed the potion to him in favour of this much more entertaining method. But eventually it really had started to act a little slower. His involuntary heaving was bringing up a little more potion each time, his injuries taking a little longer to heal. So they had started being even more careful with him, to prolong their amusement as much as possible.

At the moment, they had hooked a chain around his bound wrists and fed it through a fixture on the ceiling. There was not quite enough slack in the chain to allow him to kneel. They had tried dangling him by his wrists previously, but the compression of his lungs had nearly seen him suffocate before his feeble gasping had alerted them to their mistake. If they had just left him unattended a little longer, perhaps he could finally have escaped this misery, but it was not his to be so lucky.

Morgan swayed where he stood, hands suspended slightly above his head. Occasionally he would drift off and lose his precarious balance, his reflexes too sluggish to prevent himself from falling before the chain snapped taut and wrenched him back to painful awareness. The demons had left him to "rest" alone like this for... some time. He didn't know how long. It didn't really matter.

He was drifting in and out of awareness when gentle fingers touched his left shoulder. He jerked away as far as his limited range of movement would allow without losing his footing. It sometimes amused the claw vipers to treat him with a mocking kindness when they weren't being unbearably cruel. He didn't bother opening his eyes, didn't want to see the pleasure that played across their faces with each protest they could wring out of him. But the touch retreated and nothing followed. No cut, no strike, no burn. Just a voice saying something. It wasn't one of the demons, he realized. He struggled to focus. He hadn't been fully lucid in what felt like a very long time.

The chain suspending his arms gave way suddenly. Without its support, Morgan lurched backward. The chain connecting the shackles on his ankles pulled tight as he stumbled, unable to catch himself. This was more in line with what he'd expected, the breath coming out of him all at once in a surprised huff as he collided with the unyielding ground. Secondary pain crept like fire licking across his skin as partially healed wounds reopened at the impact. He caught the whimper before it left his lips, loosened the muscles in his throat so it came out a sigh instead. It was all the resistance he could muster. He was still so tired, even after the time that had passed. Hope flickered faintly as he curled onto his side in a futile, instinctual effort to protect himself. Maybe this time they would finally push him past the point of recovery. He tried to focus on the rhythm of his hatefully stubborn body as it refused to stop surviving. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. He anchored himself on the ragged breaths. Eventually - soon - they would stoke the ember of his pain into a bright flame of agony and it would consume him anew. But right now he was still something almost like a person, not just a conduit for anguish. He clung to that as best he could.

A hand touched Morgan's ribs, feather-light, then another one came to rest on his left shoulder again. He closed his eyes tighter. So it was going to be like this again, he thought dully. No preamble, just straight to work on his vulnerable arm. They had been favouring that approach lately. He waited, tense and trembling. Any moment now the hand would move down his arm, its claws painting swaths of agony across his flesh, heightening his sensitivity for whatever else they had planned. The longer it waited, the sharper his fear grew. This was another one of the games they liked, making it hard to guess when the pain was coming. There was no winning in this game. In any of them.

The voice was speaking again. Had it ever stopped? He hadn't made the effort to listen to them in a while. They didn't seem to like that, but this wasn't one of their voices, he remembered. Focus was elusive, but the sound finally resolved into words.

"... out of here. Think you can stand? I can always carry you if I have to." It sounded almost like Blaise, but that was impossible. He'd ruled out the idea of rescue long ago, dismissed it the moment it occurred to him. No one had any real reason to notice his absence, to go looking for him. They should have just assumed he had ventured out in search of information and fallen to any of the terrors of the desert. What point would there be in seeking him out? He had no knowledge that Cain didn't also have, no skills that couldn't be replaced by someone else. He cracked his eyes open, hardly daring to hope. This could still be some sort of cruel trick, a new game they had devised to toy with his mind.

It certainly looked like Blaise, for some reason. She crouched down next to Morgan, slipping her arm around his back. If this was one of their horrible games, they had gone to great lengths on the illusion. "There you are. I've got you. Come on now, up we go." She helped him to his feet and stepped back to look him in the eyes. Maybe it was real after all. "Let's get you out of here. What the hell did - no, never mind. We can talk later. Right now we have to go."

Still mentally scattered, not coherent enough to form sentences, not sure if he should even believe this was really happening, Morgan lifted his cuffed hands toward her pleadingly. He wasn't going to breathe freely until he was unbound, that much he knew for certain. And without any form of magic at his disposal, he was still totally helpless.

Blaise examined the cuffs, squinting in the dim light. "Do you know where the key is?" Morgan shook his head mutely. "Hm. I can probably pick this. Just need to get a good look at it." She glanced around quickly, then started to move toward the stone slab in the corner of the room. "Looks like there's a couple of braziers I can light over here, hang on."

Morgan moved to follow her more slowly, still hobbled by both the shackles and his unsteady legs. He was starting to feel more like himself with each passing moment, though. His eyes scanned past the doorway and he froze as he saw movement. It was one of the claw vipers passing by. Maybe it would keep going.

He was not that lucky. The demon stopped, then turned around to look at him. "It seems our little mouse has slipped from its trap," it observed as it slithered into the room. Morgan bared his teeth and stumbled back and to the side, positioning himself as far from Blaise as he could. If the viper was focused on him and had its back to the more formidable opponent, it would be that much easier for her to kill. His wits were returning, even though his coordination was lagging behind.

The snake demon played into the ploy a little too well, heading for him without so much as a glance around the room. It snatched the chain still trailing from his cuffs, giving it a rough yank that made him stagger directly into its waiting embrace. "It must be ready to play," it jeered, teasing its claws over his skin. Morgan hissed as they dug in, dragging familiar stinging lines over his ribs and down his side. Then the demon's eyes rolled back and its body went limp as an arrow sprouted from its throat. Well, that eliminated any lingering doubt. His eyes trained on the doorway now, Morgan stepped around the body and made his way over to Blaise as quickly as he could manage.

"Hey, are you... uh, you okay there?" Blaise was eyeing his side as she fished her roll of picking tools out of her pack. "I have some of those potions from Lysander if -"

"No," Morgan growled sharply. When he tore his eyes from the door to glance at Blaise, she was giving him a strange look. "It's not deep," he clarified. Words were starting to come a little easier now. These incisions were shallow, though they were bleeding freely. Still, he was never going to drink a healing potion again as long as he lived.

"All right, your call." She took the manacles in a gentle grip, examining them in the light. "You know, there's a locksmith in the city-"

"Please," Morgan said, hating the desperation in his voice. "I am useless in these." Now that freedom actually seemed possible, the restriction was getting unbearable.

"Okay, okay. Yeah. All right. I'll be quick as I can." Morgan kept his gaze locked on the doorway, watching intently for any movement. The risk was high, making her focus on this instead of just leaving. A selfish decision. He started to regret it after a moment, but by that time she was already deep in concentration. Every time he thought about speaking up to change his mind, the promise of immediate freedom won out over his deepening concern. It was a tense minute while Blaise worked at the cuffs, but they finally cracked open.

Morgan rolled his shoulders back, relishing the freedom of movement - and suddenly there was another claw viper in the doorway, this one brandishing a kris. It must have spied the corpse of the first one. Before Blaise had a chance to draw her bow, it was moving on them. Almost without thinking, Morgan poured his newly freed magic into the ground. It felt good to use it again, like stretching a cramped muscle. The earth whipped up around the demon, grasping tendrils ensnaring it before it had a chance to react. It looked briefly surprised before it was yanked under, its body disappearing beneath a mound of earth. There was a muffled crunching sound as the ground smoothed back down. The effort left Morgan light-headed, and he sagged against the stone. How long had it been? How weak had he gotten?

Blaise stared at the ground where the viper had been. "Is it dead?"

"Yes." He reached out mentally to examine the skeleton of the unfortunate demon. It was crushed beyond recognition. Perhaps he'd overreacted a little. He reached out again, more slowly this time. The earth rose up around his ankles to pry apart the metal shackles. It took more effort than he anticipated. He could tell he didn't have enough in him to form a whole new golem, but there must be... yes, there were plenty of dead beneath these sands. A single skeleton rose from behind him, shaky, weaponless. It creaked over to a weapon rack and seized a scimitar. That would have to do. He couldn't risk spending the energy on more.

"All right, come on. Let's get out of here. I don't have any of Deckard's scrolls on me but we aren't too far from a waypoint, then we'll get you back to the city. Be nice to get cleaned up, yeah?"

"...Yes." Morgan was suddenly acutely aware of the state he was in. It had been a baseline discomfort before, pale in comparison to the rest of the things going on. Layers of blood and potion were caked on his skin, and his hair was horribly tangled. He pushed aside the unpleasant sensations for the time being; that was a problem to solve later.

Blaise took the lead, retracing her steps through the winding corridors at a cautious pace. The skeleton took up the rear with Morgan between them. He was uncomfortably on edge, hypersensitive now that he was actually using his senses again instead of trying to ignore them. When they finally broke into the daylight, he had to close his eyes completely against the overwhelming brightness. The sun felt harsh on his skin. The sand felt sharp under his feet. He had to stop for a moment to try to reorient himself, pressing his hand over his eyes.

"Akarat's bane," Blaise said softly. He'd heard that curse on the lips of the mercenaries around Lut Gholein. That felt like such a long time ago. It sounded like it was aimed toward him.

"Sorry, I just need... a moment," he said. He cracked his eyes open to gauge how upset she might be. She was digging through her bag with a frown. She pulled out a square of brown fabric, shook it out, and held it out to him at arm's length.

"Here, put this on. You don't want to walk through town like that."

"I... thank you." It was a light cloak, much too large for him. He slipped it on gratefully. It got the sun off his skin, and its hood sheltered his eyes from the sunlight. "Thank you," he repeated. "For saving me. Again. I am in your debt."

Blaise waved her hand dismissively, looking away. "If anything, it's Deckard you should thank. He wanted to tell you about something he found. When he couldn't track you down, he asked me to go looking. Looks like it's a good thing I found you when I did. Come on, the waypoint isn't far."

Morgan followed in silence, concentrating on each step. If he narrowed his focus, the sensory barrage was less overwhelming. Somehow he made it back to the palace this way, just blindly following Blaise as she shepherded him into his room. He nodded numbly as she told him where she was going. Hopefully that information wouldn't be pressingly important. When the door clicked shut behind her, he breathed out a sigh he hadn't realized he was holding in. He was alone and unrestrained for the first time in... a long time. Probably. It had felt like an awfully long time. He pressed his back up against the wall, closing his eyes.

They opened again almost immediately as a bolt of irrational fear shot through him. He was still in the palace, he reassured himself, but for just a second it had felt as though he might open his eyes to find himself back in that gods-forsaken room, surrounded by demons that were all cold claws and relentless cruelty. That was impossible. He was safe now. This was real, not some feverish near-death fantasy. Morgan crossed over to the tub and leaned over it. His steps were unhindered. The ceramic was smooth and cool under his fingers. He took even, steady breaths to ground himself. This was real, he reminded himself again. His hands still trembled.