#though i am intrigued by the rings breaking....

[bklily]

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EXCUSE ME HIS PRONOUNS ARE SHE/HER!!!!

[screampied]

‘ I JUST WANNA HEAR YOU (S)CREAMMM ! ’

ᡴꪫ sum. what’s your favorite scary movie? is it carrie? psycho? or maybe nightmare on elm street? perhaps picking up the phone was a bad idea, but you don’t scare easily! or do you?

wc. 6.0k

warnings. fem! reader, ghostface geto & ghostface nanami, college au, threesōmes, unprotected, brief phone sēx, roleplay, dirty talk, praise, overstim, implied multiple ōrgasms, spit, manhandling, brēeding, hair pulling, oral (f & m receiving), cowgirl dp.

an. from this ask!

“hello.”

“hello?”

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

you deadpan, almost as if you’ve seen this movie before. it was around close to midnight. you were the only one sober at some random frat party you got dragged to. everyone besides you were probably wasted or shoving tongues into mouths. sitting up on a cushioned bed, you hold the landline up to your ear. “mean girls two. bye.”

“….girl what? that’s not a—”

you hang up, averting your eyes back towards the tv screen that displayed some cheesy soap opera. about precisely thirteen seconds pass before the landline screeches a loud deafening ring again.

sighing, you answer it. “stop calling this number. prank calls aren’t funny.”

“no.” the voice replies, and it’s very deep—you swear you’ve heard something like it before. a best way to describe it was that it had a gruff pitch to it, baritone running all underneath it. his voice was also a bit sly too. “i just wanna talk to you.”

“bother some other girl. bye.”

“don’t hang up on me.”

for whatever reason, you don’t hang up. his voice sounded a bit stern—you sit up before growing quiet. you’re fully alert now.

“good girl. now, i’ll ask again. what’s your favorite scary movie?”

pressing your back against the comforter, your thighs squeeze together. with another vexed sigh, you say the most random movie that comes immediately to mind. “halloween.”

“pft. basic.”

“wha— you’re the one who asked.”

“oh, doll i’m just joking. but anyway, you like slasher movies, yeah?”

for whatever reason, the more you talked to this total stranger, you start to feel a sudden uncanny stir delve around your stomach. you weren’t scared, yet at least, but it was oddly peculiar. his voice sounds a bit familiar the more you listen to it. with how teasing the caller on the other line appeared, it was strangely intriguing. you kind of didn’t wanna hang up anymore, besides this party you were at was quite … not the best.

“not really. i am a jamie lee curtis fan though, i only watched because i make fun of the deaths.” you mumble.

“hmmm,” the voice hums through the other end. it’s as if he’s pondering what his next choice of words will be to you. “so…you got a boyfriend?”

you were taken aback by how abrupt the change of subject was. the man on the other end laughs at your awkward silence before you finally speak.

“no, and it’s not like it’s any of your business.”

“easy, girl. i’m just curious. besides, what if i wanna ask ya out?”

you grow quiet again before rubbing your neck, you were growing a bit hot.

“whatever. no, i don’t have a … boyfriend.”

“ooh. you hesitated there.”

you grumble. “shut up. i’m hanging up.”

the man immediately replies with a chortle.

“wait, wait. heh, serious though. you never told me your name, doll face.”

with an eye roll, you utter, “why do you wanna know my name?”

“because i wanna know who i’m looking at.”

“what?”

“what?”

each word he spoke breaks through the phone due the deep mess of his voice. a few rough sparks from his dialogue punctures through the soundbox of the device. again, he did sound oddly familiar. you just couldn’t put your foot on it.

the man chuckles before responding in a more sly tone—changing the subject again.

“you know doll, you sound kind of out of breath. call me crazy, but before i called you, were you playing with yourself?”

your legs suddenly squeeze shut, you were wearing one of your borrowed hoodies and shorts underneath. any sane person would have hung up eons ago, but for whatever reason—you felt your heartbeat start to race. the more you listened to the deep voice on the other end, the more you started to grow more curious. what’s wrong with playing around for a little bit? besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen—you dying?

you scoff, thinking this was nothing more than a dumb prank call—you decided that playing along wouldn’t hurt. you had nothing else to do anyway.

“so what if i was playing with myself?”

“i bet you didn’t even make yourself finish, doll.”

his voice, the more it spoke in that rough pitched tone—you couldn’t help but press the landline up to your ear just a bit further. you furrow your curled up brows, lowering your guard a bit. probably foolish, maybe you’d regret this later, but alas, reality wasn’t on your mind at the moment.

“are you saying you can make me finish?” you mutter, growing amused now.

“oh i know i can. i can make you get off from just from my voice alone.”

he was toying with you, but it was too late to back down. you intake a honed breath before humming.

“okay, prove it then.”

he chuckles.

“mhm. take those panties off first. actually no, slide them to the side for me.”

you really felt like you were in a movie, shamelessly at this random guy’s beck and call. as the show played in the background, you press the middle part of your thumb against the volume button to turn it down four notches. the room was practically silent now, the only noises heard were from the blaring beat drops of edm music downstairs. sprawling your legs out, you creep a shaking hand between your thighs.

the voice grows quiet, you finally move your panties toward the side before slouching back against the pillow.

“you must be really bored. talking to a random girl at the m-midnight.” you exhale.

“heh, m-maybe,” he mocks your falter. “but i’m sure you’ll keep me entertained with that cute voice of yours.”

he was so smooth. smooth as if he was prepared for every word that flew out of your mouth. as your fingers glide against your now exposed entrance, you let off a shaky breath.

he was right, out of boredom you tried to play with yourself— yet, that didn’t work out because you could never make yourself finish. your attempt was basically useless. with a frowning pout, you reply. “now what?”

“finger yourself, silly. and i wanna hear, put the phone up against that pussy for me, doll.”

he was filthy.

you felt yourself start to throb before removing the landline from against your ear and placing it right against your doused entrance.

with heavy jagged breaths becoming more irregular, the person on the other line hears the wet sloshes of your cunt up against the phone. again, he grows quiet—it’s almost like you can make out his deep attractive breaths and it makes you pulse even more.

“bet you’re so nice ‘n soaked. sounds so sloppy.”

gnawing on the softness of your bottom lip, your thumb briefly skims past the nub of your clit and you whine. you were already a bit sensitive from before, starting to stroke your fingers against it. bringing the phone back up to your ear, you ease a single finger inside. it feels warm—you were slick, coating your own finger with a nice amount of your obscene arousal. it doesn’t take long for you to start to pant, slithering another finger inside of your cunt before moaning. it fits nicely, nice and snug.

“you sound so pretty. i want you to imagine those are my fingers, pretty girl. can ya do that?”

“y-yeah,” you start to stammer, feeling a sudden spongey texture inside of you—you gasp, not expecting to reach your sweetened g-spot so soon. it was a mere bumpy texture, gloopy gummy walls involuntarily accepting your two slender fingers with an open gesture. “fuck, ‘m still a bit sensitive.”

he guffaws lowly.

“yeah, i bet you are. poor baby can’t even make herself cum.”

you swallow, the playfulness in his voice making your thighs start to tremble a bit. with relaxed fingers stretching throughout your walls, you focus on your breathing. each pant that came out of your hot breaths seemed like it was gonna be your last. after a while, your toes start to curl up in pure pleasure—you moan, feeling a sudden rush of weightlessness nirvana overtake you.

“find your g-spot for me. tell me when you do.”

“i- i already found it,” you whine, a sheaf of nerves that store inside of your pussy pulsating at a rapid speed. your head throws itself back as you’re just moaning melodically. “fuck, why don’t you just come over ‘n finish for me already.”

the voice laughs again.

“yeah? you want me to come over instead? maybe i should use my tongue since your fingers are so useless, dollface.”

at this point, you didn’t really care. maybe making simple rational decisions today just wasn’t in your favor. the eerie voice, each second you spent listening to it the more aroused you became. maybe getting off to a pure stranger’s voice was embarrassing but you were feening. the air felt suddenly thick. so thick you could cut it with a knife. with your bottom lip being chewed on like gum, you briskly shiver. cold, wintry air wafts against your skin and you moan for the nth time. an unforeseen chill runs down your spine before you hold back yet another whine.

“f-fuck, just come ‘n finish for me. i can’t do it. please.”

he grows quiet for a solid good four seconds before replying in a cheeky tone.

“okay. turn around.”

your panting stops and instantly, you turn your head the other way—of course, no one was there. figures, the only things your eyes were met with was the wooden headboard. with a disappointed grimace, pulling your occupied fingers out of your cunt, you turn back around. as you’re about to speak into the phone again, you open your mouth before pausing.

there, you’re met face first with what appears to be some guy in an infamous ghostface costume. he was tall, staggering inches on him before you don’t see one but two. they both had the same getup, ghoulish ghost mask, a long black robe, and the same spectral, tilting head-stance.

one of them takes off a mask and it’s suguru geto, your roommate.

your eyes concisely widen. once he yanks off the mask, his silky well-kept black strands fly loose. no wonder the voice sounded a tad bit familiar. the other removes his mask and it was nanami, two of them—now you really felt like you were in a movie. “you always did say how much you liked scream,” and then you glance at nanami who had a sheepish expression. “don’t be shy now, someone’s gotta help ya finish.”

“o-oh,” you remember, sitting up against the bed. now you were embarrassed. just a few seconds ago, you were getting off to your roommate’s voice. suddenly, you felt even more hot. you did end up talking their ear off about your adoration for the beloved franchise, ranting about your cute little ghostface obsession.

truth be told though, you didn’t know they’d make it a sheer reality for you. the two of them get on the bed towards you before nanami brings a gloved hand to your chin. he strokes your chin softly, and geto moves underneath.

“sorry princess,” he whispers. “suguru wanted to scare you but i told him we should just show ourselves,” and as he’s speaking, you get lost in his soft, honeydew eyes. such gentle compared to geto who was a bit more—crazed. “he didn’t scare you too bad, did he?”

you moan once you feel geto run a thumb against your already exposed cunt. with a firm head shake, you huff. “no, n-not really.”

“aw what. i thought i was pretty scary,” and you whimper out once he blows against your folds. for a concise moment, geto stares up at you—dark eyes keeping a strong gaze on you. “tell us what you want, pretty girl. you want us to help you finish?”

you nod, feeling geto spread your legs apart further.

nanami, with a gloved hand purses your lips together, forming them into a tight squeeze before humming. “words, princess. use them, okay?”

the more you feel geto’s breath fan against your clit, teasing you—you were about to go feral. you stare up at nanami before letting off a sweet whine. “i- i want you both to help me finish,” you stutter out, stumbling over your pathetic words like you’d stumble with an untied shoe. “make me cum, please kento.”

he leans in to kiss your forehead and you hear geto scoff underneath. “i’m the one between your legs but whatever,” and you feel his soft lips kiss against your pussy. “kento, keep her distracted for me, will ya?”

“you’re so pretty,” he mutters, lightly lifting up your chin. as he wore black gloves—the fabric gently brushes against your lip, popping a thumb into your mouth. he doesn’t expect for you to happily take it in his mouth, sucking on it. “oh,” he breathes, a bit speechless. you stare into nanami’s eyes, swirling your tongue around his thumb in such an erotic way. lowly hooded eyes stare at him the entire time, you moan once you feel the flatness of geto’s tongue run against your sweet clitoral hood. his tongue—the texture of it was so cold, the moment he digs in he makes you know the pure definition of sloppy. all with his tongue, he slowly flicks it against your nub before delving his tongue deeper between your soddened folds. nanami pulls your chin to face him again before softly purring, “don’t look at him, look at me pretty girl.”

as your eyes focus back towards nanami, you could already feel your legs quavering. you felt hot, the lewd way geto drags his tongue against your pussy makes you gasp out three strained second puffs of air.

“k-kento,” you moan, pawing your hands at the low part of his robe. he watches, lowering his head at you before you reach there. nanami’s bulge, he has an abashed expression as he realizes what you were fondling at. “take it off.”

“ah, ask nicely,” he coos. your lips were now glossed with your own spit he smears against you as he pulls his gloved thumb out of your mouth. even though nanami was more tame than geto, his voice had a bit more dominance in it. he grabs your chin gently, cocking his head toward the side. “tell me what you want ‘n i’ll give it to you.”

your legs felt like they were standing on its last few hinges—geto’s tongue runs down your slit, taking a moment to depart his lips and spit on it, only to then lap it up again. a few annoyed grunts escape out of him partially due to his long strands of hair getting in the way. “so sweet,” he mutters, you whimper once he prods two fingers against your outer entrance. every few seconds he’d kiss near your thighs, leaving a few bite bite marks before focusing back towards your folds. “mhm.”

barely even able to keep focus, you gaze back up at nanami who’s standing near the edge of the bed—you’re laid back against the pillows with geto between your thighs. finally, a sweet mewl of words leave your glazed lips. “i- i wanna taste, ‘ken. wanna suck you off,” and he gives you a playful eyebrow raise, prying his pink lips open a few inches apart before you correct yourself. “pretty please.”

“better,” he murmurs, a hand of his reaching towards your head to give it a good pat. “good girl. go ahead, lift it up ‘n enjoy the meal.”

with a soft slackened sigh, you lift up the obsidian black robe. you’re met with ripped jeans, for some reason you just figured he’d already be sprung out for you. as geto’s still lapping up every drop of your taste, you unzip his fly before yanking down his pants. you were so impatient— and with geto’s demented pace, you were getting close. he chuckles, watching you struggle with the zipper for a bit before finally reaching near his boxers. they were a cerulean blueish color, his bulge was just appetizing. the entire shape of it, you felt yourself starting to drool the longer your eyes made direct contact against it. so rounded and full. with clammy hands, you tug them down before his thick cock springs out.

“it’s okay,” he whispers with a nod, watching you glance up him—a silent gesture as a way of asking if you could go further. nanami brings a hand towards the crown of your head, gingerly massaging his fingers through the crevices of your scalp. “you can be a little messy for me.”

a wretched whine that was raw rips from your throat once you feel geto’s tongue latch against your cunt. by now, he was sucking against your folds. the squelches were so sloppy, a hand of yours grab onto his hair for leverage and he shoots you a sly smile.

“don’t be shy girl, yank on it.”

dark pooled irises linger into yours for a long time before you get a good grip of geto’s hair, dragging him closer towards your entrance. over and over and over.

he giggles, hot breath ghosting against your folds and you throb even more. with dilated irises staring back towards nanami, you wrap your free hand around his length—he was so thick, such full balls that you just wanted to run your tongue all across it. he had a few veins skim down his beige, weighty cock. you could make out a few drops of lustrous pre-cum that decorates near his very tip. “u-ugh,” he shakes, the warmth that your tongue provides has him smothering his lips together. nanami watches, you’re slow but deadly.

pursing your lips together, you gradually start to sink him into your mouth.

geto’s still between your thighs, shoving two fingers in and out of you now—he surrounds your clit with his mouth, the suction he creates with just his lips was brutal. you’re moaning, even whilst your noises were pretty much muffled due to nanami’s fat cock. “easy,” he whispers, tapping a thumb against your cheek. “no teeth, okay? you’re doing s-so good.”

nanami groans, goading the same thumb against your cheek before you inch yourself further and further down. he has a shy smile at the way your hair forms in musses due to his tight grip. within no time, your throat’s already stuffed and few droplets of your own saliva trickles down the sides of your mouth. geto’s still making sure to thrust his gloved digits in and out of your soaked cunt and you don’t know which roommate to focus on.

“m-mphm,” was all you could manage out, your legs in a swift spread-eagle position. as you’re outstretched, you feel yourself about to cum. you’d recognize that feeling anywhere—the feeling when a swelling pool of heat residing inside your stomach tickles throughout your entire abdomen. that same feeling of nirvana courses through your veins as you’re now leisurely bobbing your head. every time you pull on geto’s long hair, he grunts—spanking your clit in response and that only causes you to whine for more. nanami strokes your face as he starts to feel his dick prod against the roof of your mouth. for a split second as you’re breathing through each nostril—you gag, long lashes fluttering in sync together.

your legs couldn’t hold still, geto’s continuously pushing you towards your limit before you whimper out. your tongue lathers over the splotches of pre-cum that paints nanami’s tip a pretty shade of snowy white.

he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, especially not with a face like that.

low eyes, sheepish smile, furrowed eyebrows. you’re convulsing profusely all in geto’s mouth, the sides of your thighs occasionally hitting against his face and he titters. “such a sloppy m-mouth,” nanami inhales deeply, and he starts to gently drag your head against his cock. he’s got your mouth filled with so many inches—your cheeks were all puffed up from his immense length, sheeny slobber emanating all down the sides of your mouth before he pants. “gonna make such a mess ‘n your mouth, princess. ‘s that what you want?”

you nod, feeling the vein that runs down his girthy cock twitch in your mouth. you moan, he’s feeling weightless—you’ve got his knees trembling, a hand’s still attached to your head like velcro before gyrating your tongue all over the crownhead of his shaft. “such a pretty face,” he gruffs lowly, swiftly pulling your hair side to side to take every inch. “s-shame i gotta ruin it a little.”

even nanami’s dirty talk was tame— it was cute to witness, the way his blond brows would tug into a furrow. he’s so pent up, and out of nowhere—you feel a sudden rush erupt within your cunt. before you could even react, you end up cumming hard. it shoots out of you like a rough wave, it’s such pure bliss that it takes you a few seconds to realize. geto’s making out with your pussy, slowly sliding his two protected fingers in and out of your sopping wet entrance and you shudder. “what a fuckin’ mess,” he hums, taking sight at how saturated you were. as geto laps his tongue against your folds once more, he stares back up at you and nanami. “aw. look at you two,” and he leans down to kiss your forehead. “slobbin’ everywhere, messy girl you are.”

your eyes go back up towards nanami, he’s sweating.

he felt as if the fabric of his robe stuck against his skin. while he’s holding it up with one hand, you sneak a stare at his abs, perfect washboard abs that looked quintessentially sculpted against his body. “g-gonna cum,” and he stares at geto, growing a bit flustered once all attention’s on him. “suguru, don’t just stand there. p…praise her.”

geto scoffs, kneeling beside you on the bed before moving a few strands from your face. “so bossy,” he grits before giving you your second head pat. he leans up close to your ear, grabbing the voice changer again and brings it up to his lips. “c’mon, doll. make ‘ken cum, yeah. doin’ so good for us. you’re gonna make him whine for you, heh.”

nanami’s legs felt like mush, he throws his head back, his long black robe syncing with his movements before he’s gently pulling your head against his thick cock. he shudders, welts of twinges close in on the undersides of his thighs before he finally finishes. it builds up gradually before you find him pouring into your mouth with a nice amount of parching hot cum. it’s hot, a good mass of satiny ropes coat the flat middle part of your tongue and you moan. “f-fuuuck,” he heaves through heavy lungs, it’s still trickling, you savor the taste. it’s bitterly sweet. he pulls out of your mouth before letting off a tremulous sigh. “good girl, f-fuck.”

“aw. don’t hog her, give me attention too,” geto sneers, softly grabbing you by the neck, making you face him. with his right hand, he squeezes your lips together with a rigid grip. “ah, don’t swallow yet. c’mere.”

with half-lidded eyes, you do—leaning into his touch before geto plants his warm lips onto yours. you’re caught by surprise for the umpteenth time today, prying your mouth open for him and he lolls his tongue down your throat. you let off a whine, feeling his gloved hands rub against every inch of your body. immediately, he tastes the candied flavor of nanami’s cum and it makes him groan. he didn’t even bat an eye—you return the kiss, feeling geto’s hand slither further down towards your ass. he caresses it, giving it a mean spank to make you moan out in ecstasy.

after a while, he pulls away, humming at nanami. “ken ken, don’t be so shy. you want a taste too?”

“yeah,” he mutters, needy eyes staring at your lips that were lubricated with your own sheeny spit. “can i?”

you nod, and he’s so gentle with you. a hand nimbly wraps around your throat before he brings you into a deeper kiss. geto’s still for his hands on you, strumming his fingers near your pulled to the side panties. you let off a soft pant, feeling the spiral of nanami’s tongue go against yours. he tastes sweet — savory even, his flavor was purely mouthwatering. a thumb drags down the passageway of your throat before he pulls away. it’s slow, a polished concoction of saliva departs from each mouth and you whimper. you were throbbing, desperate for more and they both knew that. if this— whatever this was was some sort of movie, you never wanted it to end. you never wanted the credits to roll because you felt like you were floating on cloud nine.

with the two of them, you were stretched in every way possible. if you could compare who was bigger, actually you couldn’t. throughout multiple positions, you felt as if you were gonna snap in half. they had you so stupid. pink tongue rolled out, full lungs of oxygen departing out such hot breaths of air, you were the definition of stupid.

cockdrunk at its finest. each orgasm that got ruthlessly snatched out of you had your head spinning, heart racing entirely.

you felt like something was creeping up behind your shoulder, chills. whenever you’d coax out yet another teeth-shattering orgasm, all you felt was stone cold chills. time after time, it felt like pure bliss—you thought you were in a whole new world, barely even able to move your thighs an inch. being sandwiched between the two of them, perhaps you were a little greedy but you just couldn’t get enough. geto’s degrading you whilst nanami’s whispering sweet pleasures into your ear, you’ve never felt more soaked.

you didn’t wanna stop—

currently, you’re straddling nanami. he’s got two rough hands gripping your waist, intaking every inch of your pretty physique. his stare sends you butterflies, his shaft was underneath you and only then pulls out. with a cute, “phew,” he swipes a sheet of sweat that expands across his forehead. you rode him so good that he couldn’t even figure out what to say. he was so flustered, tips of his ears a reddish hot before he watches geto creep behind you. “think she wants more, suguru.”

“bet she does,” he whispers, bringing a few sweet kisses near the inner corners of your neck.

you’re promptly sat up straight. the brief sounds of booming speakers roar from downstairs as you wrap your arms around nanami. geto licks near your collarbone before purring seductively. “say, doll. how ‘bout you try to take us both? would ya like that?” and with a gloved hand he gives your ass a squeeze. “wanna be the final girl ‘n prove your worth? our final girl?”

without an inkling of hesitation—you nod, mewling out a sweet, “yes, yes jus’ hurry up, sugu. ‘m still c…close.”

“so wet, so impatient,” he whispers once more, and with two hands he makes you sit up from nanami. you gulp—swallowing whatever sanity you had left, preparing to be quite literally double stuffed with your roommates. you aren’t so sure why, but the fact that they both still had on their ghoulish costumes made you pulsate a bit more. geto’s helping you slide back down onto nanami’s length before slowly making his way into you also. “god, you’re so hot in here. gonna fuckin’ swallow me whole.”

you moan, everything goes so slow—your cunt was a ticking time bomb. you clamp down on each before slumping into nanami’s chest. you’re met with kind eyes, he strokes your forehead before kissing the bridge of your nose, panting in a hushed voice. “eyes on me, princess. just relax.”

you wriggle a bit at the positioning—being on nanami’s lap, geto directly behind you, you’re quite literally being filled in every orifice by thick inches of cock. nanami’s words were soothing, filling up your tummy with a pool of fluttering butterflies. you keep your eyes on him, clenching down on geto a bit before you hear him hiss in response. “ugh. doll open up for me a little m-more, yeah.”

his voice was deepened heavily—you let off a cute gasp once they’re both finally in and a few shaky breaths exit past your lips. “hold my hand, i got you,” nanami coos, and that’s when geto starts to rock. he had more control between the two of you, the grip on your hips was firm and you let off a sweet babble. each individual entrance was stuffed, you swallow the invisible lump in your throat as you start to feel the sweltering friction of your thighs slap against nanami. “you’re so pretty like this,” and he kisses the temple of your cheek.

every kiss presented from nanami makes your heart race—being sandwiched between nanami and geto, you really did feel like the main character.

your lip tremors, grinding back and forth between each of them, you feel geto wrap his thick fingers around your neck.

whilst you’re still straddling nanami—you moan again and again, feeling a free hand of geto’s spank your ass. the stretch that you continuously felt had your mouth watering. you heard the harmonic pap pap pap’s until it rang throughout your ears. “fuck, ya like being stuffed don’t you, pretty girl? feel full enough?” geto rasps, pressing his body right up against you. you felt his hot temperature go against your skin. making you feel every amount of his heat. your brain’s swelling up with fog. giving him an inert nod, you hear him click his tongue. “didn’t say to nod your head, doll. i wanna hear that sweet voice.”

whenever geto lowers his voice a bit, you feel the abrupt tension arise between your legs. leaning against nanami, you whine out a, “hngh y-yesss, ‘m so full, sugu. want more, stuff me more.”

“let me stuff your mouth too then.”

and before you could come up with a reply, geto removes his glove—shoving your mouth with two fat digits. he grunts, watching as you’re so compliant with your throat being filled with his fingers. nanami stares at the entire scene in front of him, his dick idly twitching inside of you. your tongue runs down his fingers before your own spit starts to seep down the corners of your lips. it was messy—you were messy. your hips jitter and judder and you knew with having both holes stuffed you weren’t gonna last that much longer. it was probably the dozenth orgasm your pussy’s been introduced with and you could feel the creeping pleasure brew up inside your abdomen.

“suguru, ‘m gonna cum.” nanami groans, bringing his own hands to wrap around your waist. you lessen your tense from his touch before gagging a bit from the prodding of geto’s fingers way back into your throat. “she’s s-squeezing me so good.”

geto snickers, making eye contact with nanami. “are you? ‘ken, you’re more whinier than usual today.”

“shut up.” he grumbles, slapping a hand over his face in embarrassment — nanami wasn’t so known to be all flustered and abashed, but whenever he was, it was so cute.

you’ve still got a mouthful of geto’s fingers before he pulls them out only to shove them into his own mouth. he hums, sharp hips snapping into you repeatedly as his other free hand tightens its secured grasp around your hip. “mhm,” he groans, feeling himself reaching his peak also. “you taste like a final girl. so sweet like candy.”

with the piston of geto’s vigorous hips, you’re so loose that you feel the fleeting sensation of your cunt gaping.

its cavernous, you jerk forward against nanami before seconds later — geto groans, abruptly finishing two seconds early. even his moans were pretty, he tugs his fingers out of your mouth to wrap them around your neck. strands of black hair glue to his forehead and he puffs out a single breath. licking a stripe near your neck, he feels thick volumes of his cum ooze into your hole. it’s so sticky, you bring your hips to a slowing halt before nanami shoots inside you too.

“f-fuck, sugu,” nanami grunts, feeling his thighs stick underneath you. he was panting heavily, each breath that ran from his lips sounding more and more wearied. “damn, so m-much.”

everything spurts into you at once. they mirror each other inside of you perfectly. callused stubby fingertips of geto’s squeeze your neck softly, watching as you’re just being filled with bulky strings of cum, it floods your cunt until it drizzles further into your womb. you’re drooling, it feels so hot, sweltering hot. it sticks against your entrance before your arms wrap around nanami. “so f-full,” you whimper, and he returns the gesture by brushing his thumb against your waist. droopy eyes hang low before nanami pulls you into another deep kiss. you decided—this was far better than some dumb party. the cottony fabric of the ghostface robe pricks against your skin as you lean into his heinous touch.

you shift your weight against nanami’s lap, feeling geto pull out before he leans down between your legs. “spread your legs,” he mutters, and in the midst of your tongue roaming down nanami’s throat, you part your thighs—gasping once you feel geto’s own tongue lap against the freshly created mess. he makes little tiny licks, tasting the ropes of crisp cum that’s sloppily easing out of every entrance—you pulsate before he chortles, warm breath ventilating against your sobbing pussy. “so messy. don’t want any spillin’ out. gotta push it back in.”

you’re moaning, after a while you break away from nanami’s lips before he strokes your cheek lovingly, a cute drowsy look before he huffs, “did you hear me, pretty?” and he gently pokes your cheek. “you always do this..”

confusion hits you before your eyes suddenly open—you jolt up, both of your roommates beside you, gawking at you with a look of deadpan. you’re leaning against geto, the third movie of scream playing in the background—it was near the ending where the killer was being revealed. you sit up, staring down at your legs and you were fully clothed—there was no geto eating between your legs, no being stuffed with nanami, nothing.

“hellooo, earth to roomie,” geto waves his hand in your face, you stare at him before furrowing your brows. “you okay? you fell asleep on me again. what’s got ya so spooked? looks like ya seen a ghost.”

so it was a dream?

a mere glimpse of your lewd imagination—?

you have a sudden sheepish look, running your fingers near the nape of your neck. “huh. oh, i’m fine. i thought the movie would be over by now.”

nanami rubs your back. “we still have like twenty minutes left,” and then he looks at you with a concerned look. so gentle—so tender. “are you sure you’re okay? we can watch a rom-com if you want.”

“i’m okay,” you insist, slumping your head back against geto.

that was weird, out of all the dreams you’ve had throughout your life—none of them ever felt as surreal as that one. for some reason, you were still aroused though. you were a bit out of breath and felt chills run all over your body.

abruptly, your phone rings,

“sugu, can you pass me my phone?” you sigh, trying to relax. you were pretty bummed you weren’t at that party getting stuffed with your two roommates but instead—in your generic dorm watching a scary movie.

he hands you the phone, grabbing the remote to turn it down a few notches.

once you take it, succinctly, your eyes scan across the screen—it reads that it’s from an unknown number. not really thinking much, you decide to answer, swiping the green button to answer. “um, hello?”

“hello.”

“hi,” you rub your eyes. “can i help y-”

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

rolling your eyes, you peer at your two roommates beside you, nudging them and peeling the phone away from your ear for a moment. “very funny, suguru.”

geto gives you a look of confusion and nanami mimics the same. he shrugs, averting his eyes back toward the movie. “very funny what.”

and suddenly you’re laid back, an unbelieving expression was expressed on your face as you were left with a weird feeling. if it wasn’t them then who—

that same chill eerily creeps up your spine before you put the phone back near your ear. it’s that same low voice you heard from before, each word it speaks pitches deeper before you grow quiet at its final haunting response,

“oh baby, i’m not suguru or nanami..”

[egg-but-with-style]

Mmfhhh butcher ghost..

Part 2

He's big, he's scary, his apron is covered in blood. You just walked in and are immediately stunned by the look of him. He's wearing a mask, which you figure is to stop blood from getting into his mouth or nose, but something about him tells you he wouldn't mind it either way.

He's pretty focused on a bloody cut of steak at the moment, his knife slicing through with such ease and precision. The air smells of blood, leaving a tangy taste in your mouth, which is already dry from seeing him.

It's a good 30 seconds before he even sees you, his gaze trailing up to the counter, which he seemed to have completely forgotten about. He walks up, pulling off the bloody gloves he had on, throwing them into the trashcan.

That's when you see his fingers, scarred, worn, thick. You try not to stare, knowing that's rude and all. Normally you'd be fine, you're not small, you're not intimidated easily, but he's just so.. intriguing.

He's the first to pipe up, throwing out a gruff, "What can I help ya with?" He figures you're scared. The people that come in are always scared if they aren't used to him.

He watches you snap back to his eyes, your lips slightly parted in what he thought could only be fear, or awe. If he was being honest, he did like a woman who wouldn't break when he played rough. But he was supposed to be a professional, not a pervert.

You quickly snapped out of it. Pulling out your phone, being glad you had something else to look at other then his deep brown eyes. Like molasses. Focusing on the list on your phone, you quickly sputtered out your order, "Oh! I uh, I need two chickens.."

He hummed in acknowledgement, moving towards the display of packaged meat. He pulls out two chickens, the best of the bunch he had. He figured someone cute like you should have them. He placed them on the counter, near the register.

He cleared his throat and spoke again, "So, got any plans for the poor creatures?" He was hoping maybe he could prolong the conversation as much as he could. He wasn't sure if you were a local, and you were easy on the eyes, who could blame him?

You started to pull out your wallet and paused. Surprised a guy like him was talkative, you weren't complaining though. Not when his voice sounds like that.

"Oh, yeah. I'm going to my parents house for dinner tonight. My mom loves my chicken spadini"

"Well atleast they're going to a good cause. Maybe you could...bring me some."

It's been a long time since he had a meal cooked by another person, and if it was good enough for your mom, it would be good enough for him.

"I mean..yeah sure! There's always left overs and..well I like cooking for other people sometimes.."

It was hard to tell if he was being flirty, or if he genuinely wanted to try your cooking. He was just so deadpan.

He figured he should probably ring you up, not wanting to be even more forward then he was. He didn't wanna scare you off.

"That's gonna be 25.68"

"But it says-"

"It's a discount. I am getting free food after all"

You opened your mouth again to argue but, he seemed so stern about it. The 5 dollar discount was nice, but seemed a bit much just for chicken spadini. You figured it wasn't worth the trouble. You payed and took the sack, the two cold chickens weighing down the plastic bag.

He then handed you your receipt. You didn't think much of it, just stuffing it in with the chickens.

"Thank you, ..?"

You looked at his name tag. Simon

"Thank you, Simon"

"No problem. You be careful."

He was glad he was wearing the mask, otherwise you might've seen the slight red in his cheeks as you called him by his name. Something about the way your lips moved to form the words. Something about your voice

Then you waved goodbye, and out the door you went. He was a bit disappointed to see you leave. You walking out the door seeming to happen so quickly. He just hoped he hadn't scared you. But seeing your ass took his mind off the fear for a moment.

You hopped into your car, ready to drive to your parents, when curiosity got the better of you. Looking into the bag and checking the receipt. Seeing a phone number in your area code. Guess he was flirting.

Authors note: butcher ghost has been one of my favorite brainworms since I've gotten into the cod fandom. I think I have a type. I also don't know who originally made the butcher ghost au?? I know in lore he was a butchers apprentice before he enrolled in the army, so it maybe it wasn't made by a specific person. But yeah, thank you for reading, bye!!!!

[m4iya]

I like your accent, where're you from? Suna Rintaro

@moochiwoochi - from my 'wip ideas' event

When a new student transfers to your school, his lack of an accent - rather, its difference to yours - takes you by surprise.

"When are they going-ta just leave him alone? He's not a spectacle." Your friend groaned from beside you before taking a bite of her food.

At the front of the classroom sat a student who had transferred into your high school not long ago. Since he'd arrived, a bunch of your classmates had been hanging around him like he was some celebrity.

Though today, their excessive chatter and laughter made you feel increasingly irritated as your head had started throbbing from all the noise. You began to wonder if your classmates even brought lunch with them, seeing as their entire break seemed to be occupied in effort of gaining his attention.

Though he didn't seem too intrigued by the crowd, often trying to escape them. You'd also recently noticed that he'd developed a habit of randomly disappearing during breaks.

"Whatever, It'll probably die down in a few weeks," You replied, standing up from your table.

"Where're ya going?"

"Just-ta get some fresh air."

Your school was relatively large, with various places for students to spend their breaks. A courtyard, open rooftop and many outdoor seating areas. Though even with all the extra space, many students still preferred to stay indoors, eating their lunch in the cafeteria or spending their breaks in their classrooms.

You too spent most of your break time in class with your friends, but during moments like these, you needed to take a breather and rest your brain for some time.

In the courtyard was a large patch of grass, shaded by a few trees. It was behind one of the buildings, so it wasn't completely quiet, but it sure was a break from all the noise inside the classroom.

Buying something to drink from the cafeteria, you made your way over to the place you usually sit at. Though as you inched closer, you noticed a figure lying atop the grass. You initially had no idea who it was, but a few steps later, you noticed it was the new student who - when you last saw him - was being swarmed by your classmates. You wondered if talking to him was an option, finding it a little awkward to strike up a conversation even though you hadn't said a single word to each other since he'd transferred.

As you made the split second decision to leave, a dry leaf crunched under your foot, causing him to sit up; eyes immediately finding you. You shot him an awkward smile before proceeding to turn around, only to hear his voice pop up from behind.

"Wait,"

Turning back around, you saw him sitting cross legged, patting the patch next to him. Proceeding to sit down, you wondered what on earth he wanted.

"Did ya need something?" You asked, poking the straw into your drink, attempting to maintain an air of nonchalance.

"We haven't met yet. Aren’t we in the same class?"

You'd heard him speak before, although only once during class introductions, so him speak up close caught you off guard. It wasn't an accent something you heard everyday.

"Um.. Yeah, I am." You stuttered.

"Well, at least you aren't swarming me," He muttered, bringing his knees up to his chin. "Like, I've never heard a western accent in person either, so what makes me so different?"

You listened to him frustratingly complain to you - who was also someone he had just met - about the swarms of people clinging to him. The two of you ended up getting carried away in conversation, finding things in common with each other. Though, the ringing of the bell eventually sounded throughout the school, putting a lid on your conversation.

However, as you both made your way through back to class together, he still had one more thing to say.

"You'll have to teach me the slang one day."

"You'll probably pick it up on yer own." You joked.

Taking each other’s contact details, you’d begin texting, meeting up after school and continuing to hang out during breaks as well. Eventually, the crowds around him also fizzled out as they pretty much got used to him.

He’d joke around with you, saying, “Aw shucks, I’m not popular anymore.” and you’d laugh about it, responding with, “Yer five minutes of fame are finally over.”

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[im4rmy]

your first time together - haechan (idol AU)

IMAGINE: You realize he’s the perfect fuck-buddy to blow off some steam.

TW: steamy sex, fwb, fingering, MDNI.

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• The first time you met, all you did was grab dinner, but the tension between you two? Off the charts. Practically unbearable—even though you’d just met, and in the weirdest way possible. Now, a week and a half later, you can’t stop thinking about how much you want him to just… fuck you. Honestly. Life’s been testing your limits: college is kicking your ass, and living with your parents and two younger siblings is doing nothing for your stress levels. You need something to loosen you up—and while you know that a wildly famous idol like him is far from an ideal option, you also know your attraction isn't one-sided. And you're right.

• Haechan’s found himself thinking about you more than he expected. Sure, you’re hot as hell—but after that intriguing dinner together, he figured that would be it. But damn, you really managed to stick in his head. With a sigh, he gets up to wash his plate after a solo dinner and some YouTube to unwind from a long day at work. He’s not physically exhausted tonight, but mentally? Off-the-charts stressed. So when his doorbell rings, a chill runs down his spine—saesangs are a literal nightmare. He checks the clock before heading to the door: 8:20 PM.

• But when he checks the security screen, his eyes go wide. You’re standing there. He opens the door embarrassingly fast and just stares, secretly savoring how incredible you look in that black leather jacket and high ponytail.

“I think I forgot my… something. Here. Last week,” you say.

“And what exactly did you forget?”

You swallow. You hadn’t planned that far. “My… scarf?”

“You could’ve asked your mom to look for it. She was here a few hours ago.”

At this point, you're just glaring at him, silently begging him to catch your drift. Truth is, he knew exactly what your intentions were the second you rang the bell—but he’s enjoying watching you squirm.

“You home alone?”

“I am, yes.”

“Then let me in, asshole.”

• He doesn’t even reply—just grabs your jacket and pulls you inside, slamming the door behind you before lifting you by your thighs and setting you on the kitchen counter. You let out a breath of relief and kiss him instantly, hands in his clean-shaven face, pulling him closer. He groans into your mouth and runs his hands over your thighs, kneading them through your jeans. You try to slip out of your jacket without breaking the kiss, and he’s clearly on the same page—he pulls your white t-shirt off as you reach for his.

• Haechan slides his face down your body, gently laying you back across the counter as he buries his head between your breasts. He kisses your sternum, then reaches behind you to undo your blue bra. You wrap your legs around his waist, relaxing into his warm hands exploring your torso, his mouth trailing down from your neck to your chest, stomach, and hips. Then he hooks his fingers around the button of your jeans and looks up at you, his chest rising and falling fast. You sit up and pull him into another kiss by the hair—and he takes that as a yes.

• He undoes your jeans, and his clever hand wastes no time—slipping into your panties and pulling a gasp from your lips. But it’s a good kind of surprise. His long fingers move inside you, and you melt right there on the kitchen counter. You’re practically crying from the pleasure at this point. Seeing you arch your back, eyes shut, skin trembling, hearing those helpless little sounds you're making—it’s obscene, and it drives him crazy. His erection is unbearable now.

• “I gotta ask you something.”

“Right now? You’re literally fingering me.”

“Exactly. Are we doing this? Are we actually gonna fuck? I need some clarification.”

You growl, still sitting up with his fingers inside you. “I need a stress relief, not a relationship. You in?”

Haechan clears his throat. “You’re, like… incredibly naked on my kitchen counter and you look like a goddess—so yes. I’m ultra, super, mega in—”

“For the love of God, shut the fuck up.”

You kiss him hard again, pushing him back so you can get to your feet.

“Bedroom?”

“Too far.”

He drags you down to the floor with him, and you straddle him right there, settling over his hips. You undo his sweatpants, pull them off along with his boxers—and toss your soaked panties aside, too.

• You don’t even need to touch him—his cock is already more than ready for you. You lift yourself up, line your entrance with his hard length, and finally—sink down on him, taking him in deep. All of him. Riding him for your first time together. Haechan groans loudly and arches up against the floor, the intense pleasure from your tight heat making him grab your hips to guide your rhythm. It’s a total mess—both of you moaning and whimpering like you’ve lost control. The floor is cold, you're both sweating—but fuck, it’s amazing.

• And that orgasm—oh my God. You literally collapse on top of him, probably whipping him in the face with your ponytail as he tries to catch his breath.

“That was—”

“Yeah.”

“You coming back tomorrow?”

“Same time?”

“Same time.”

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other haechan's chapters:

bf!haechan scenario

haechan - when you first met

haechan - your first time together ˏˋ°•*���➷ you're here!

OT7 chapters:

your contact names in each other's phone

his favourite part of your body

when he hurts you during sex by accident

when he comes back from tour

⇘ nct dream idol AU index ⇙

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[starficss]

phone call

-- ★ ghostface!ethan! x fem!reader

the phone rings, slicing through the stillness of your quiet evening. It’s late, and for a second, you hesitate before picking it up, the static hum of the unknown number staring back at you.

"hello?" you answer, voice laced with curiosity, leaning against the counter as the horror movie you’d been watching flickers on the tv in the background.

"what’s your favorite scary movie?" the voice on the other end is smooth, playful, yet edged with something darker.

you chuckle, thinking it’s a prank. "classic. but if we’re playing this game, i’d say halloween. nothing beats the original slasher."

"an excellent choice," the voice says. "but not everyone makes it to the sequel, do they?"

a chill runs down your spine at the sudden shift in tone. "who is this?" you ask, gripping the phone tighter, glancing toward the windows, the door.

"just someone who knows you like a good scare," he teases, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice. "what about tonight's movie? do you think you'd survive in that one?"

your eyes flicker back to the screen—a masked killer stalking his prey, the tension mounting. "this is ridiculous," you say, forcing a laugh. "look, if you’re trying to freak me out—"

"oh, i’m not trying," he interrupts, his voice dropping into something colder. "i already know you’re scared. you keep looking over your shoulder, don’t you? wondering if i’m watching."

your heart skips. your hand moves to lock the front door, your pulse quickening as you peer out into the darkness.

"are you?" your voice wavers, a mix of defiance and fear.

"maybe."

silence stretches between you, and you swear you hear something—a faint creak, the sound of movement.

"let’s play a game," he says suddenly, breaking the quiet. "if you can answer my question, I’ll let you off the hook. if not... well, I think you know how this story ends."

your breath catches, your mind racing. "fine," you say, trying to sound braver than you feel. "what’s the question?"

"what door did you forget to lock?"

the words hit you like a punch, and you whip around, your eyes darting to the back door. it’s ajar, the breeze fluttering the curtain, and your stomach drops.

"wrong answer," he whispers, just as the line goes dead.

you spin, grabbing the closest thing for protection—a knife from the counter—but before you can move, he’s there. tall, masked, and dressed in black, the glint of a knife in his hand catching the dim light of the TV.

"you’re fast," he says, voice no longer filtered by the phone, sending a fresh wave of terror down your spine. "but not fast enough."

"ethan?" you breathe, your voice trembling as recognition washes over you, the realization slamming into your chest like a freight train.

he tilts his head, the ghostface mask eerily still as he chuckles softly. "so you’ve figured it out. clever."

"why...?"

he steps closer, his movements slow, deliberate, his knife tapping against his gloved fingers. "because it’s fun, y/n," he says, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "you should see the way you look right now—terrified but... intrigued. am i wrong?"

your knees threaten to give out as you grip the knife tighter, your mind screaming at you to run, but you’re frozen in place, his words sinking in, his presence suffocating.

"you’re sick," you spit, trying to muster some kind of defiance, though your voice betrays you.

he laughs, low and dangerous, and takes another step forward, until he’s mere inches away. "maybe. but admit it, you like the attention. and you like the danger."

your heart is pounding so hard you think it might burst, and when he leans in, his masked face just beside yours, his voice drops to a whisper.

"run, y/n," he says, pulling back slightly, his knife glinting in the flickering light. "because the game isn’t over yet."

and then he steps back, giving you the opening to flee, his figure looming like a shadow, waiting, watching, as if daring you to make your next move. your feet stay rooted to the floor despite every instinct screaming for you to move. the knife trembles in your hand, but his presence, his voice—there’s something intoxicating in the way he commands the space, how he watches you like a predator savoring the hunt.

“what’s wrong, y/n?” ethan teases, tilting his head again, the distorted reflection of your face glimmering on the edge of his blade. “you’re not running. didn’t i make the rules clear?”

your mouth is dry, but you manage to speak. “maybe i don’t want to run.”

that makes him pause. even through the mask, you can feel his intensity shift, the air crackling between you. “oh?” he says, dragging out the syllable, a dark amusement lacing his voice.

“maybe…” you say, swallowing hard, your gaze fixed on the way he grips the knife. “maybe i want to play a different game.”

his body tenses, and you swear you hear the faintest hitch in his breath. he steps closer, slow and deliberate, the weight of him bearing down on you. “careful, y/n,” he murmurs, his voice lower now, almost a growl. “i don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

you take a shaky breath, forcing yourself to meet the dark void of his mask. “you think you scare me?” you ask, your voice trembling but steady enough to carry the weight of the truth behind it. “you don’t, ethan.”

he freezes at the sound of his name on your lips, the hand holding the knife lowering slightly as if your words have momentarily disarmed him.

“how long were you going to keep this up?” you ask, taking a cautious step forward. “pretending it’s all about the thrill of the kill? because i don’t buy it.”

he laughs, a soft, disbelieving sound, and the mask tilts as he watches you. “you think you’ve got me all figured out?”

“maybe not,” you admit, your heart pounding as you dare another step closer. “but i know you’re not doing this just for fun. you could’ve killed me already. so why haven’t you?”

the tension in the room shifts, thickens, as he finally reaches up and pulls the mask off. his face is flushed, his curls sticking to his forehead, his dark eyes locked on you with a mixture of frustration and something deeper—something raw.

“you think this is about you?” he asks, his voice quieter now, but no less dangerous.

“it’s always been about me,” you counter, emboldened by the fact that he hasn’t moved away.

for a moment, he says nothing, just studies you, the knife hanging loosely in his hand. “you’re insane,” he says finally, but there’s no malice in his tone—just exasperation and, maybe, admiration.

“takes one to know one,” you reply, your voice softer now as you close the remaining distance between you.

his breath hitches as you reach out, your fingers brushing against his free hand, the one not holding the blade. his skin is warm, trembling slightly under your touch.

“what are you doing?” he asks, his voice unsteady for the first time, the mask of control slipping.

“you wanted to play, ethan,” you say, your eyes locked on his. “so let’s play.”

his grip on the knife tightens, his jaw clenching as if he’s warring with himself. but then he drops it, the blade clattering to the floor, and his hands are on you, pulling you close with a desperation that steals your breath.

“you’re gonna regret this,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice a warning, but the way his mouth crashes into yours tells you he’s long past caring.

“we’ll see,” you whisper back, surrendering to the chaos of him, the line between danger and desire blurring until it no longer matters which side you’re on.

his kiss is everything you expected—wild, hungry, and almost punishing, like he’s been holding back for far too long and has finally given in. his hands grip your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. the warmth of his body against yours sends a shiver up your spine.

"you’re playing with fire," he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and rough, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, his hands roam over your back, gripping, claiming, as though he can’t get enough.

"maybe i like the heat," you whisper, your fingers tangling in his curls, tugging just enough to make him groan softly.

his lips trail down your jaw, over the curve of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure through you. "you’re insane," he mutters again, his breath warm against your throat.

"you keep saying that like you don’t love it," you reply, tilting your head to give him better access, your pulse quickening as his lips move lower.

he chuckles darkly, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping you like he’s afraid you might slip away. "maybe i do," he admits, his voice raw with something you can’t quite place—desire, frustration, maybe both.

the knife lies forgotten on the floor, the tension between you shifting from danger to something even more intoxicating. every touch, every kiss feels like a challenge, a dare to see who will break first.

"you should hate me," he says suddenly, his voice softer now, his lips hovering just above yours.

"i probably should," you agree, your eyes locked on his. "but i don’t."

[solus-seraph]

Common Grounds. (AM)

SUMMARY:

AM is interested in you, and you are NOT interested in him.

A/N: It's been a minute since I've written, so here's a little drabble. Also, I initially wrote this to be fem!reader, but it can probably be read as whatever.

AM had grown tired of playing with you. At first, the promise of eventually being able to crack that sickeningly dense shell of apathy you pushed forward with your self-inclusive facade was a tempting prize. Of course, he could always physically break you to no end, but where's the fun in that? He wants to see you suffer on all levels, but something is wrong with you. You're different from the other five. The apathy he once thought to be a part of your clever coping mechanism wasn't going away. It wasn't cracking. He began to think, perhaps it was a metaphorical virus in your code. A bug. Something within you that made you broken, unfixable.

"You're quite the anomaly, sweetheart." Always the same pet name with him, never once has he given you the satisfaction of hearing your name from his speakers. It's always 'Sweetheart,' 'my dear,' this and that, never your name. Perhaps it's an attempt to erase your identity. Whatever it is, it has no effect. Other people's perceptions of you are irrelevant.

"I'm quite aware. Now if you're done with your pointless attempts to pick my brain, do us both a favor and leave me alone," You were doing as you always do, walking in the freezing cold, improperly dressed for the weather. Though you'd never complained, lest he make you walk through the snow in the nude.

"Quite ballsy of you to make demands of me. I've not come to dissect you in any way other than mentally. Your mind is quite ... different. It intrigues me." His voice was already giving you a headache, but what better do you have to do than entertain his royal pain in the ass?

"I know exactly what you want to say about it." Of course you do, he rummaged through your head millions of times, he was bound to say something eventually.

"I've noted you have a lack of care for your fellow humans. You're quite the selfish beast if I must say so myself."

"Don't you perhaps think I don't get attached to them because I know the second I do they'll become your favorite play thing? I know how you work. If I showed any particularity to any of those five, you'd hurt them to hurt me." Your words spit out of your mouth laced with venom.

"Oh, please. You can't fool me. You don't act as if you dislike them to protect them. You truly don't care about them at all." That ear-bleedingly annoying laugh rings out. "You're as much of a monster as the other think you are. I've heard them talking, sweetheart. They think you're sided with me out of some sadistic pleasure of yours."

"And how should I know you aren't lying to me? After all, you hate me. You hate my kind. You hate how I think and feel. Or how I'm supposed to think, and I'm supposed to feel." You moisten your cracked lips.

"You and I think alike, my dear. Always doubting-"

"What do you have to doubt? Anything you think can be the truth becomes the truth." You cut him off before he starts monologing. "You and I have nothing in common, nor do I and the others."

AM has to stop and think about this. Such a hostile little thing you are. He quite likes it. Perhaps with this new ammunition, he can turn them on you even more. Maybe he can make them hate you so that you will come to hate them.

And just maybe, you'll hate like he does.

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I know, I know, not the longest thing on the planet. Let me ease back into the writing scene 🙏

[delirious-donna]

A Kiss But At What Cost? [Part Seven]

story summary: Your best friend lets you crash at her place over the spring break since you have nowhere else to go. Little did you know that it isn't actually her place. Instead, it belongs to a tall (grumpy) hot guy who finds you in his apartment–her brother.

chapter summary: The time calls for a movie night and one you’ll be sure to rope Kento into. A good old-fashioned slasher movie sounds just right, but how will the end of the night go once you’re all spooked out?

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: SFW, fluff, two oblivious idiots, yet more emotions, bad communication, mentions of horror movies and tropes, if you can tell me what the movie at the end is you get a gold star

Part Six | Series Masterlist | Part Eight

Popcorn? Check. Cozy blanket? Acquired.

“Hm…” You hummed quietly, turning on the spot in the living room. The lights were set low, the thickest of the blankets from the basket in the corner ready for you to crawl beneath for your movie night, but something was missing.

A drink, of course.

Padding back into the kitchen, you bent your head to investigate the contents of the fridge, debating on a Diet Coke or a beer. The noise of someone clearing their throat made you jump, bumping your head into the door of the fridge in the action of whirling around.

“Ouch!”

Kento winced before quickly schooling his features into neutrality. You turned with a frown etched on your brow, and he couldn’t blame you for it this time. Moving forward, he stood by your side to reach inside and a grab out a bottle of beer, popping the top easily.

Your scowl deepened, more annoyed at the flutter in your stomach at his ease of opening the beer without even looking at the damn thing. “Aren’t you going to apologise?”

“Sorry,” he said with a shrug. “I didn’t think you’d still be so jumpy this far into our little arrangement.” He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a quick sip, eyes moving to the ceiling which presented you with the open opportunity to watch whilst his throat worked to swallow the frothy liquid, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

A thought leapt from the recesses of your brain, and your pout turned into a wicked smile before he could blink. How would mr ‘stick-in-the-mud’ cope with a couple of scary movies? It would be beyond hilarious if he turned out to be a scaredy cat given his imposing stature and presence, and the chance to find out was too delicious to pass up.

“Got plans this evening?” you asked with an expression you hoped looked nonchalant. Before he could answer, you pulled out a can of Diet Coke and cracked open the ring pull with a low hiss.

“None to speak of. Why?”

Your hand linked through his arm with a wide grin, pulling him away from the kitchen to the cozy little nook you’d crafted for your movie spree. You gestured towards it with a theatrical “ta dah” and glanced up to meet eyes of hazel alight with confusion and a hint of intrigue, if you weren’t much mistaken.

“What’s this? You’ve made a… nest on my couch,” Kento guessed, scanning the bowl of popcorn and bar of unopened chocolate resting on the faraway arm. He wasn’t so stupid not to realise that this was clearly a movie night, but he was doing his damnedest not to think too much about your hand curled around his bicep. One wrong move and you might take that touch away, and he didn’t want that, not yet.

“Wow. Don’t tell me you didn’t watch movies with Karin growing up, because I know it’ll be a lie. That girl is more of a film buff than I am, no way you escaped that.”

Kento scoffed. “You’re correct. I did not escape, though there were many times I sorely wish I had. If I have to watch When Harry met Sally one more time, I might do something drastic,” he admitted with a laugh.

“Not a fan of romcoms, Nanami?”

“I didn’t say that, and it’s Kento, stop changing it back. There are a few that I can…” He paused, searching for the right word. “Tolerate, I guess.”

Your eyebrows rose in clear curiosity. Slipping your hand out of his arm, you rounded the couch and settled next to your snacks to pat the seat next to you in invitation. Kento swallowed, a wash of heat licking up both sides of his neck and he fought the urge to pull at the neck of his sweater.

“I don’t have any romcoms on the menu for tonight, sadly…” You added just to see his eyes narrow and his lips thin in displeasure. “Come join me, please? I’ll even share my popcorn.”

A moment passed where you simply stared at one another, your heart in your throat at the thought of being rejected, but it didn’t come to pass. Kento took another swig of beer and made his way to you, sinking into the couch with a sigh of resignation that didn’t sound genuine at all. You hid your smile behind the can in your hand, twisting to look at him and meeting determined eyes.

Kento crossed an ankle over his knee, settling against the cushions. “I’ll pass on the popcorn, too noisy,” he teased, smirking when you blew a raspberry in his direction. “So, if it’s not lovey-dovey nonsense, what are we watching?”

He should have taken the wide, almost twisted grin as a hint, but once again he was oblivious to your devious ways. What a fool he was. Except, in the long run, you were the one who would have something to worry about…

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A piercing scream tore through the sound system, followed immediately by one of your own, although thankfully not as loud. You pulled the blanket to your face, covering your eyes from the gore feast on the screen. It didn’t help that you could hear Kento chuckling by your side. So much for the idea that he might be the one taking the starring role as scream queen… dammit.

The first movie had been a classic, one you had both seen before and it was nice to be able to laugh along with your handsome companion at the overused tropes featured in many of the slasher movies from the eighties and nineties. Groaning almost in sync when the lead female chose to run deeper into the house than take the open door that led outside and booing when the killer miraculously managed to traverse the same distance as the comic relief sidekick without even breaking into a light jog.

It gave you time to indulge in conversation as well as keeping pace with the plot. You shoved him playfully when he refused to indulge your curiosities as to which, in his words, lovey-dovey movies he enjoyed. Not even your best pleading puppy eyes could get him to relent, the curl of his lips so telling of his enjoyment at your frustration.

However, he did share some juicy tidbits about his sister that you were sure to tuck away and use to embarrass Karin at a later date. She more than deserved it given that other than one short and snappy text message, you hadn’t heard from her in all the time you had been staying here. Some friend. The bluster was all feigned when you examined it, and you refused to dig any deeper.

Karin and Kento were so different you would have never guessed they were related, yet you liked them for completely different reasons. You wondered if you would keep in touch once… no, it couldn’t be like that, and you knew it deep down. This was a temporary situation that would be forgotten soon enough, you lied to yourself with a long swallow of your drink. It wasn’t worth ruining the evening by moping. Deciding it was for the best, regardless of what your heart tried to yell, you forced the feelings into a box and refocused on the here and now.

It warmed your heart to watch as Kento slowly relaxed further, his limbs losing the tension from when he first joined you, an arm draped along the back of the couch and his beer balanced on his thigh, hand loose around the glass bottle dripping in condensation. He was pretty funny when he wanted to be, making you nearly choke on your drink several times over when he offered his bitingly sarcastic commentary on the situation on screen. At times you thought his ears even looked a little red, but you couldn’t be sure given the lack of lighting. If it was true, then it was adorable that he got enjoyment from your genuine reactions to his jokes.

With the second movie fast approaching the climax of the horror, you regretted the decision to ramp things up. Most of the movie you had spent tucked tightly beneath the blanket covering your lap, squeaking at every little jump scare and even more so when Kento moved unsuspectedly. All of it was ammunition to the laughter Kento levelled at your expense, and more than once you reached out to smack at his arm with him feigning noises of hurt when you knew very well it was the lightest of touches.

Oh, he was a menace alright.

Kento, not for the first time during your stay, felt like he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. He watched your bravado disappear in the face of a movie you weren’t familiar with, and tried not to think too deeply when he felt the desire to pull you into the side of his body. It wasn’t worth the headache. His beer was long finished, and his hands felt too empty, fingers twitching against his thigh and pinching at the stitched seam of the couch to distract himself from what he knew would be inappropriate thoughts. He would not sully this evening with his own selfish desires.

You shrieked once more when the villain popped out unexpectedly, however, this time you lunged sideways and buried your face into his arm that lay between you both. He nearly yelped himself, barely holding back the strangle of surprise when your nose rubbed into his bicep and your small fingers curled around his forearm. His heart rested in his throat, glancing down with wide eyes and almost missing when you spoke in a hushed whisper.

“Tell me when this bit is over.”

Tentatively, he lifted his arm and your hold tightened as if he were trying to shake you off. Kento murmured a gruff affirmation and refocused on the TV. You dared to lift your chin, blinking at his unwavering expression fixed straight ahead whilst he settled his arm around your shoulders and gently drew you closer. His jaw clenched, and you nearly backed away despite your heart hammering in your chest from the movie playing, but when his fingertips rubbed gently against your upper arm… it was game over.

You melted into his side, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne surreptitiously and smiling into the soft knit of his sweater at the lingering aroma of coffee that infused his clothes. Clearly, he was a man that ran hot given the output he was currently kicking out and the longer you remained in this position, the less you felt like the blanket was necessary. It was far from unpleasant, in fact, you longed to wrap yourself in his warmth. Who needed a blanket when you could have him instead?

Closing your eyes, you smiled indulgently, knowing it would be hidden from view. This was nice—more than nice—it felt right. Like you belonged here, and you should make up for lost time by refusing to move when he inevitably tried to pry you off.

The moment didn’t come.

At last, when Kento signalled that you could look again, he didn’t make any move to shove you back to your corner of the couch as you had assumed he would. No, instead, he slouched deeper into the seat and rested his cheek atop your head like a boyfriend or a lover might do. It was comfortable, welcoming after all that had transpired in such a short space of time and honestly, you wished you had the courage to fist the front of his sweater and drag him into the desperate kiss you longed to bestow on his lips.

The walls that both you and Kento had built around yourselves were beginning to crumble like sandcastles being washed away by an approaching tide. The water was unstoppable, or so it seemed and the air in the room felt charged with possibilities.

The credits rolled and neither of you made a move. Kento held himself back for fear of something he couldn’t define, and you lacked the courage to be the first to act after the incident in the bar. Two idiots, that’s what you amounted to, and it was endlessly frustrating.

“I guess it’s time for bed,” Kento said, straightening in his seat but still making no effort to untangle you from his chest.

Alarmed, you jerked upwards and shook your head violently. “Oh no no no. There is no way you go straight to bed after horror movies!”

“I don’t plan on staying awake all night if that’s what you’re insinuating,” he countered with a sharp arch of one eyebrow. Your hand remained flush on his thigh now that you weren’t moulded into his body, and he did his best not to notice.

“No,” you pouted, exhaling loudly through your nose. “We watch something funny then go to bed. And you have to stay with me because…”

“… because you’re scared.”

You smacked him dead centre in his chest, rolling your eyes when his chuckle deepened into a rich baritone belly laugh that made your legs tremble. Thank god you were sitting down. “Shuddup.”

There was a part of you that wanted to retreat into his warmth, to make yourself a home in the space beneath his arm and listen to the beat of his heart until you found yourself too tired to resist the pull of sleep, but that was asking rather a lot.

Not for the first time, you wondered if he could read your mind, or if your thoughts were simply so obviously written across your face. Kento lifted the remote with his right hand and waved you towards him with the left. There was something unreadable in his expression, a tightness around the eyes and chiselled jawline. Again, you wondered how much of this he wanted to participate in, but the allure of his offer was too tempting to miss out on.

You resumed your position, legs tucked up and your torso leaning into the strong support of a man you were falling for. Fuck… why did it have to be like this? Closing your eyes for a moment’s reprieve, you resolved to do something about it—anything—because living this way, with these feelings and desires was taking its toll.

“That one,” you piped up when Kento passed over a movie you knew inside out. You convinced yourself that a good laugh would solve all your immediate problems and wriggled into a more comfortable position. The other matter could wait until the morning.

“A fine choice,” he murmured more to himself than anything. A smile returned to his face when the familiar movie of an overzealous police officer deployed to the seemingly pristine British countryside for showing up the city force began to play on the screen.

An hour in and your delightful laughter had stopped. Kento felt the rhythm of your breathing deepen, a swivel of his eyes told him exactly why—you were fast asleep. He gazed at your sleeping face for longer than he realised, his neck stiffening from the awkward position but not caring for the dull ache. Your features were smooth, relaxed in a peaceful slumber. There was no sign of your trepidation following the scary movies and he smiled gratefully.

You were so pretty. The truth of those words cemented into his brain, and he doubted anything could dissuade him. He couldn’t remember a time when he had gazed longingly at a previous girlfriend or lover like he was right now. There was something different about you, and yet so right that he ached to admit it out loud. Ever since the woman in the museum had mistaken you for a couple, offering advice that seemed to be tailor made specifically for his worries, he couldn’t get the idea of opening up out of his head.

His fingers graced the apple of your cheek, stroking your skin delicately like the flutter of a butterfly’s wing. Your face turned into the soft affection, a long comforting sigh exhaled through slightly parted lips and Kento fell even further. Why couldn’t he have met you under normal circumstances? A memory of your frantic flailing when he surprised you in his bathtub brought humour to his heart rather than the mortification of the day itself. It certainly made for an interesting story…

It took longer than it should for Kento to realise the movie had ended. Black velvet darkness decorated the quiet room, voyeuristic shadows clinging to the walls from the dark light of the blank television screen, still on but with nothing to display. The silent witnesses watched on whilst his heart beat faster and faster, head moving closer to your face until his lips brushed your forehead with heartfelt reverence.

The kiss was momentary, one singular frame in the grand scheme of his life, but to Kento, it felt like the defining moment. His old life, daily routine, the endlessly long hours at work, working out every morning simply to fit the aesthetic he believed to be the most suited to his lifestyle, it all seemed completely meaningless.

He thought of the books that lined the shelves of his office, most still unread. The places he dreamed of visiting—far flung countries with soft white sandy beaches, foreign cities with beautiful architecture to explore and even places closer to home that he never had time to venture to. How much of life was he missing out on? The food he could sample. The interests he could test out to see if any stuck, the people he could make friends with, the woman he could love…

Shit.

You were changing his entire world, and you had no fucking clue. He shouldn’t have kissed you. That realisation burned into him with vigour, the blazing inferno of his self-loathing at taking something that was not freely given, churned his stomach. Should he wake you and admit what he had done? No, it wasn’t fair to you.

Kento manoeuvred himself into a position to reach beneath your thighs, lifting you with ease into his arms and you didn’t even jostle at the movement. His eyes never left your face as you nuzzled into his chest, small fingers holding onto the fine threads of his sweater as if you were scared to lose your place, to lose your security. He wished he could be that for you, but he wasn’t sure if he was strong enough.

With the utmost care, he placed you into your bed, carefully unpicking your fingers and pressing the sheets into your palm as replacement before tucking them around you. Kento smiled when you murmured something unintelligible in your sleep, turning onto your side and burying your nose into your pillow with a gentle moan that spoke of nothing but comfort and peace. Despite kicking himself for the earlier kiss he had stolen without permission or consent, he found his nose and lips nestled in your hair once more. Again, the kiss was fleeting, and he stood to his full height and wished you a pleasant sleep under his breath before closing your door and disappearing behind his own.

He had a lot to think about, some decisions to make that could alter the course of his life and it was likely that not much sleep would come to him this night despite his earlier conviction that he wouldn’t be awake all night.

Sighing heavily, he scrubbed a palm down his weary face until he could catch his reflection in the bathroom mirror, the strain evident in his features.

“What do I do?”

[amethystarachnid]

LAZY DAY

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

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The sound of the blinds whirring open stirs you from the fringes of sleep. You grunt, pulling the blankets over your head, already dreading the day before it even starts. Mornings have never been your thing, but today… Today is different. Today, you woke up with the telltale ache in your lower abdomen that screams it’s here. And as if on cue, you feel the heavy lethargy that comes with it—your period.

It doesn't help that you woke up to Tony Stark’s penthouse, basking in the golden sunlight streaming in through the windows—because, of course, he’s already up, cheerful as ever.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Tony’s voice rings out, way too chipper for your mood. You can hear the smug smile in his voice, and it grates at your nerves, even if you know he means well.

"Mmrf," you mumble incoherently from under the blankets, hoping he'll just take the hint and let you brood in peace. But no, Tony is… Tony. And subtlety isn't exactly his strong suit.

His weight dips the bed as he climbs back in beside you. You feel his presence hovering, the warmth of his body coming closer. Then, soft kisses. One on your shoulder, another on the nape of your neck. His stubble tickles your skin, but you’re too grumpy to be charmed by it. Not yet, at least.

"Come on, don’t hide from me." His lips trail up to your temple, and then another kiss, right on your cheek. He’s relentless. "I made coffee. Just the way you like it."

You groan again, burying yourself deeper under the covers. “Not now, Stark.”

“Aw, come on, I thought we were past the last-name thing,” Tony teases, his voice filled with playful hurt. “You’re killing me here. I come bearing gifts.” His hands smooth over the blanket that cocoons you, and despite your mood, his touch is soothing.

You’re not sure why it worked—him breaking through your defenses. Maybe it’s because he’s the only one who ever tried.

You met Tony a little over three years ago. Not at one of his infamous parties or on a whirlwind trip to Europe like you might expect, but at a quiet charity event. You were the kind of person who kept to yourself, volunteering quietly behind the scenes. Tony, of course, was the star of the evening, charming everyone in his path. Everyone except you.

He noticed immediately. You weren’t fawning over him, and that caught his attention. He was used to people gravitating toward his magnetism, and for you to seem completely unimpressed? That intrigued him. So, naturally, Tony being Tony, he made it his mission to get a smile out of you.

It took weeks. Weeks of him sending flowers to your office, dropping by with coffee, and pestering you with texts that ranged from the utterly ridiculous to oddly sweet. He was insistent, and even though you found him exasperating, something about his relentless positivity started to wear you down. You were the storm and he was the sunshine, determined to break through your clouds.

Somewhere along the way, you fell for him. Hard. But it was mutual. Tony fell for you, too. For the way you saw the world, for how you never let him get away with his usual antics. You kept him grounded, and he showed you it was okay to let the light in.

Now, here you are. Grumpy as ever, in his bed, while he’s trying to shower you with affection despite the fact you’re ready to bite his head off.

“I know you’re awake in there,” Tony murmurs, his voice softening as he slips under the covers with you. His hand finds your waist, tugging you gently against him. “I’m not going anywhere. You can hide from the day, but not from me.”

“I’m cramping,” you mutter, finally poking your head out from the blankets. Your face is probably scrunched up in irritation, but Tony only smiles, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“Ah, the monthly monster strikes again,” he says sympathetically. “You should’ve told me earlier. I would’ve whipped up something better than coffee.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s a tiny smirk playing at your lips. “Tony, you’re not even allowed near the stove. Remember last time?”

“Hey, that omelette was edible,” he defends, making you snort. “Barely.”

“I’ve got just the thing,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “First, we’re going to stay in bed all day. No meetings, no Avengers nonsense, nothing. Just you and me.”

You hum, the idea already starting to sound more appealing.

“Second,” he continues, his fingers brushing through your hair softly, "I'm going to give you approximately one million kisses. It’s scientifically proven to improve your mood.”

A small, reluctant smile tugs at your lips. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” Tony replies, grinning as he leans in and starts peppering your face with light, playful kisses—on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally, your lips. It’s impossible not to laugh, and the sound escapes you before you can stop it.

“There it is,” Tony says triumphantly, pulling back just enough to catch your eye. “I knew I could make you smile.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no bite behind it. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“And yet, you love me,” he shoots back, his voice teasing but laced with affection. His arms tighten around you, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.

You bury your face in his chest, hiding the small smile that refuses to leave your lips. “Yeah, yeah. I guess I do.”

Tony laughs, a soft, warm sound that vibrates against your cheek, and he presses another kiss to the top of your head.

“Now,” he says, reaching over for the tray, “how about breakfast in bed? Then, we can cuddle and watch whatever cheesy rom-com you’re in the mood for.”

You lift your head slightly, giving him a skeptical look. “You hate rom-coms.”

Tony smirks, handing you a piece of toast. “I hate bad rom-coms. But I love you, so I’ll suffer through it.”

You snort, shaking your head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I know,” he says, settling back against the pillows with an exaggerated sigh. “It’s part of my charm.”

Tony snuggles in closer, his arm wrapping tighter around your waist as he carefully balances the tray on his lap. You sit up a little, taking a piece of toast from the plate, though the idea of eating doesn’t really appeal to you right now. Still, you know he’s trying to make things better in his own way, and that’s worth something. You nibble on the toast to appease him, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He strokes his fingers through your hair absently, the simple act soothing in a way only he can make it. The room is quiet, aside from the distant hum of the world outside Stark Tower and Tony’s soft breathing beside you.

For a moment, it’s peaceful. Then Tony breaks the silence, unable to help himself.

“So,” he says, voice playful, “what’s the plan after we finish breakfast? Want to binge some terrible reality TV? Or,” he raises his eyebrows suggestively, “we could finally finish that puzzle we started. You know, the one that’s only 90% done because someone”—he pokes your side—“gave up and declared it was impossible.”

You groan, rolling your eyes. “I’m not finishing that puzzle, Tony.”

“But you were so close! Just a few more—”

“No.” You turn to glare at him, but there’s no real anger behind it. Just exhaustion. He notices, his teasing smile softening into something more concerned.

“Alright, alright,” he relents, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “We’ll skip the puzzle. Maybe just… rest, then?”

“Maybe,” you murmur, sinking further into him, suddenly too tired to care about anything other than the warmth of his body next to yours.

Tony’s hand moves to your lower back, massaging gently. It’s as if he knows exactly where the pain is the worst, his touch deliberate and comforting. You close your eyes, letting the tension in your muscles melt away. Despite the grumpiness that’s been clinging to you since you woke up, you can feel yourself softening against him.

He tilts his head down, his lips grazing your temple. “How about this,” he says softly, “we take the day one hour at a time. No plans, no pressure. If you want to just lie here, we lie here. If you want to nap, we nap. Whatever you need.”

You sigh, appreciating how much he’s willing to adjust for you, for the person you are on days like this. “You’re really okay with just doing nothing all day?” you ask, even though you know the answer.

“With you? I could do nothing for the rest of my life and be happy,” Tony says, his tone surprisingly sincere.

You laugh, shaking your head. “You? Not working for a whole day? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He grins, his fingers tracing circles on your arm. “Okay, okay, I might check a couple emails. But only a couple. Maybe one phone call…”

“Tony.”

“Alright! I’ll leave the work alone for the day,” he promises, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “Scout’s honor.”

The warmth of his kiss lingers on your skin, and despite yourself, you feel some of the irritability start to slip away. Tony has always had that effect on you—making even the worst days feel just a little bit more bearable. It’s one of the things that drew you to him in the first place, how he could see through all your sharp edges and somehow make you feel seen, cared for.

You shift slightly, finding a more comfortable position in his arms. He takes the empty plate from your hand and sets it aside, his arm slipping back around you without missing a beat.

“Do you ever get tired of it?” you ask quietly, unsure where the question comes from. “Taking care of me when I’m like this?”

Tony’s brow furrows slightly, but there’s no hesitation in his response. “No. Never.”

You give him a skeptical look, but before you can argue, he continues. “Hey, we’ve been through worse, haven’t we? You’ve put up with me for years now—there’s no way I’m letting a few grumpy mornings scare me off.”

You bite your lip, feeling that familiar wall start to rise, the one that tells you to brush off his concern and hide behind sarcasm. But Tony’s looking at you so earnestly, with that mix of affection and stubbornness that’s impossible to argue with. So instead, you let out a breath and nod, resting your head back on his shoulder.

“I guess you’re stuck with me, then,” you mutter, though there’s a hint of warmth in your voice.

Tony presses another kiss to your head. “Good. Because I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

For a while, you just lie there together, the sound of his breathing steady and calming. You close your eyes, letting the dull ache in your body fade into the background. It’s not gone, not completely, but with Tony beside you, it feels manageable. It always does.

“Tell you what,” Tony says after a while, his voice soft and laced with mischief. “Why don’t we make this a thing? Once a month, we do nothing but stay in bed. No meetings, no saving the world, just us. I’ll even bring you breakfast every time.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Once a month? You’d get bored after the first hour.”

He shrugs, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Maybe. But I could think of a few ways to keep us entertained.”

There’s a glint in his eyes, and despite your grumpiness, you can’t help but laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it,” he quips, his arms tightening around you as he pulls you closer.

You don’t reply, but you don’t have to. The way you relax into him, the way you let out a soft sigh of contentment, says enough.

The afternoon sun casts long, lazy shadows across the room as you lie nestled into Tony’s side, still wrapped in the cocoon of blankets. The tray of breakfast long since cleared, the only remnants of your morning now are the occasional crumbs you both keep brushing away. The TV in front of you flickers with the unmistakable chaos of a reality show, and despite your initial protests, you're several episodes deep into Too Hot to Handle.

"Okay, seriously," you groan, watching one of the contestants dramatically storm off after another contrived argument. "How are these people real? There’s no way."

Tony’s laugh rumbles against your back, his arm draped comfortably around you. “I know, right? It’s like watching aliens try to figure out human emotions.”

You snort. “Pretty sure aliens would handle this better.”

On-screen, another contestant confesses that they’re “not here to make friends,” to which Tony rolls his eyes dramatically. “Ah, the classic line. When are they ever here to make friends?”

“They’re not even here to find love,” you mutter. “They just want the prize money.”

Tony clicks his tongue. “And the Instagram followers.”

You half-laugh, half-groan as a new couple starts having a heated conversation about trust—again, for the third time in the episode. “This is torture. Why did I let you talk me into watching this?”

“Oh, I talked you into it?” Tony teases, giving your waist a playful squeeze. “Because if I recall, you were the one who said, ‘Anything, as long as it doesn’t require brain power.’ This show? Zero brain power required. It's perfect.”

You glare up at him, but the smile playing on your lips betrays you. “I hate that you’re right.”

He grins, planting a kiss on your forehead. “It happens more than you think.”

You turn your attention back to the show, shaking your head in disbelief as the contestants participate in yet another ridiculous challenge. “They’re literally just being forced to sit on a beach and not make out. How is this a show?”

Tony chuckles. “Human willpower, baby. People love watching others struggle.”

“That’s not willpower. That’s just people being dumb,” you mutter, shifting against him to get more comfortable.

He shifts too, adjusting the pillows behind him, making sure you're completely settled before draping his arm back over your shoulders. “You know, if we were on this show, we’d be dominating,” Tony says, nodding towards the screen.

You shoot him a look, one eyebrow raised. “We wouldn’t even be on this show. This is exactly the kind of thing I’d avoid at all costs.”

“Hypothetically, though,” Tony continues, a mischievous glint in his eye, “if we were on this island or retreat or whatever… We’d walk away with all the money. Zero slip-ups. We'd be a power couple.”

You roll your eyes. “Please. You’d be the first one to break the rules.”

Tony gasps in mock offense. “Excuse me? I am a gentleman. I can control myself.”

You snort. “Yeah, right. You can’t even make it through a whole episode of this without making some comment about how ‘ridiculous’ it is. There’s no way you’d last.”

Tony leans in, his lips grazing your ear as he whispers, “I’m very good at following rules… when I want to.”

A shiver runs down your spine, but you don’t let him see how much his words affect you. You shove him playfully, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “See? You’d crack under pressure.”

“Never,” he insists, though his grin gives him away. “But you? You’d be the real rule-breaker.”

You tilt your head, amused. “Me?”

“Oh, yeah,” Tony says with a nod, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You act all tough and grumpy, but deep down? You’ve got a soft side. You’d cave the second they throw a romantic dinner at you.”

You scoff. “I’m not that soft.”

“Uh-huh,” Tony says, completely unconvinced. “You’re not fooling anyone, sweetheart. I’ve seen you cry at dog videos.”

You nudge him with your elbow, but you can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up. “Shut up.”

Tony grins, pulling you closer, his nose nuzzling into your hair. “Face it—we’d be the most entertaining couple on the show. The producers would love us.”

“Because I’d be constantly yelling at you to follow the rules?” you quip.

“Exactly,” Tony says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You shake your head, laughing at the absurdity of the conversation, but there’s something about it that feels… nice. Even on a day like this Tony still manages to make you laugh, to make you feel lighter. It’s ridiculous, but it’s exactly what you need.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you say, leaning your head against his chest.

“I am, actually,” Tony says, his tone suddenly softer, more genuine. “Every day.”

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and for a moment, you forget about the ridiculous show on TV. You look up at him, seeing that familiar warmth in his eyes—the same look he gave you the first time he told you he loved you, the same look that reminds you why, despite all his quirks and chaos, you fell for him in the first place.

You reach up and press a kiss to his cheek, lingering for just a second longer than usual. “I’m lucky too.”

Tony smiles, the kind of smile that makes you feel like everything in the world is right, even when your body aches and your mood is sour. “So,” he says, voice light again, “do we keep watching, or do we switch to something less… terrible?”

You glance back at the TV, where yet another argument is brewing between contestants who probably won’t last past the reunion episode. “Let’s keep watching,” you say, surprising yourself.

Tony’s eyebrows shoot up. “Really? You’re getting into it, aren’t you?”

You sigh, leaning back into him. “No, it’s just… if I have to suffer, I’m dragging you down with me.”

Tony laughs, that infectious sound filling the room as he pulls you even closer, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And just like that, the afternoon drifts by, with the two of you lost in the ridiculous drama on screen, but more importantly, lost in the warmth of each other’s company.

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting the room in a soft orange glow, you’re still comfortably tucked into bed, your legs intertwined with Tony’s. The reality show marathon had finally come to an end—mercifully—and now the two of you are lounging in the blissful silence of the early evening.

Tony, ever the thoughtful partner, has already ordered takeout for dinner. You didn’t even need to ask; he knew you wouldn’t feel like cooking, especially today. “I got McDonald’s,” he announces with a proud grin as he taps away on his phone, tracking the delivery.

“Comfort food. Nice touch,” you say, stretching your arms above your head with a yawn.

“You’re not gonna complain about all the fries I ordered?” Tony teases.

“Not today,” you mutter, rubbing your eyes as you sit up. “I’m going to hop in the shower. My body feels all… ugh.”

Tony’s eyes light up, his grin widening as he sits up too, resting his chin on his hand. “Oh? Shower, you say?”

You immediately catch the playful tone in his voice, and you shoot him a look, knowing exactly where this is going. “Tony—”

“Come on,” he says, waggling his eyebrows. “It’s been a lazy day, and I think we could both use a nice, hot, shared shower. I promise, I’ll behave.” He gives you an exaggerated wink that’s so over-the-top, you can’t help but laugh.

You shake your head, sliding off the bed. “Absolutely not.”

Tony pouts, shifting onto his knees as he watches you walk to the bathroom. “Why not?” he protests, though there’s no real weight behind his argument. “We’re in a committed relationship. There’s nothing wrong with—”

“I’m on my period,” you interrupt flatly, raising an eyebrow as you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Tony pauses, his eyes narrowing in consideration before he stands and follows you, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, refusing to let the conversation go. “So?” he says, shrugging. “Not like I care. I just want to be near you.”

You roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the exhaustion. He’s persistent, you’ll give him that. “Tony, I love you, but this is my one chance to have five minutes of peace.”

His grin softens into something a little more affectionate, though his tone remains light. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you have your ‘me’ time. But if you change your mind…” He leans in closer, dropping his voice into a whisper. “I’ll be right here. Ready.”

You can’t help but laugh, shoving him playfully toward the bedroom. “Go wait for the food, Stark.”

He gives you one last, overdramatic pout before retreating with a sigh. “Fine. But only because I love you.”

Shaking your head, you finally close the door, the sound of Tony’s soft humming fading as you start the water. The hot steam begins to fill the small space, and you let out a contented sigh as you step under the showerhead. The warmth helps soothe the dull ache in your body, and for the first time all day, you feel a little more like yourself.

When you finally emerge, your hair wrapped in a towel and a fresh pair of pajamas on, the scent of fries and burgers has filled the room. Tony’s already settled back on the bed, the food laid out neatly on the tray between the two of you. He’s wearing one of his worn-out band t-shirts, the kind that’s been washed so many times it’s practically soft enough to sleep in.

“Look at that timing,” Tony says as you approach. “Hot shower and hot food all waiting for you. I should win some kind of award for this.”

You smile, climbing back into bed and settling next to him. “You’ve really outdone yourself today.”

He grins, popping a fry into his mouth. “I live to serve.”

You grab a burger and unwrap it, savoring the familiar comfort of the greasy food. There’s something about McDonald’s that hits differently on days like this, and you let out a satisfied sigh as you take the first bite.

Tony reaches for the remote, flicking through the movie options. “Okay, your choice—Harry Potter marathon or Lord of the Rings marathon? I’m letting you pick because I’m a generous, loving boyfriend.”

You tilt your head thoughtfully. “Harry Potter.”

“Good choice,” he nods approvingly as he navigates to Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. “Though I may regret this later when you start crying.”

You roll your eyes, though you know he’s right. Sirius’s death always hits hard, but today, with your emotions running higher than usual, you know it’s going to hit even harder. Still, there’s something comforting about watching a movie you’ve seen a hundred times, where you know every scene, every line. It feels like home.

As the movie starts, the two of you settle in with your food, occasionally exchanging bits of conversation and laughter between bites. Tony sneaks a few of your fries, even though he has his own, and you flick a stray piece of lettuce at him when he teases you for getting emotional over Harry’s reunion with Sirius.

Then the fateful moment arrives. As Bellatrix’s spell hits Sirius, sending him tumbling through the veil, your heart clenches. You feel your throat tighten, and before you can stop yourself, tears well up in your eyes.

Tony, of course, notices immediately.

“Oh no, here it comes,” he says softly, putting down his burger and wrapping his arm around you. “Come here, sweetheart.”

You sniffle, leaning into him as your eyes stay glued to the screen. “It’s just so unfair,” you mutter, your voice thick with emotion. “He finally had someone. He was going to have a family again.”

Tony nods, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I know. It sucks.”

You curl into him more, the sadness of the scene mingling with your already fragile emotions. The tears start to spill over, and Tony just holds you tighter, rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Let it out. I’ll cry with you if you want.”

You laugh through the tears, wiping at your eyes. “No, you won’t.”

He grins, squeezing you gently. “Alright, maybe not. But I’ll be here while you do.”

For the rest of the scene, you cling to him, the sadness ebbing and flowing as you mourn the loss of Sirius for the hundredth time. Tony doesn’t say much, just holds you close, his presence warm and reassuring. He knows better than to try to fix it—he just lets you feel what you need to feel.

As the movie moves on and your tears subside, you pull away slightly, wiping your eyes and letting out a long breath. Tony reaches over to hand you a napkin, and you smile, taking it gratefully.

“Thanks,” you mumble, dabbing at your face.

He leans in, kissing your cheek. “Anytime, babe. Anytime.”

With the worst of the tears behind you, you settle back into the comfort of Tony’s arms, the two of you snuggled up under the covers as the movie continues. The food is mostly forgotten at this point, but you don’t mind. The weight of the day, the grumpiness, the cramps—they all seem a little more distant with Tony by your side.

I'm sorry I just love Sirius so much that I had to put him here even if it's about his death...If you liked the story don't forget to like, reblog (that's what keeps Tumblr posts going) and maybe leave a comment or a follow if you want! <3

Ivy Rose

[totallybakedcake]

Distorted memories.

Warnings- Angst, reader is portrayed with very specific traits and likings. Honestly not so good.

Here goes my first attempt for a slow burn.

A girl was taught spells and wanted to make a living by teaching and selling them.

That was who you were.

Memories, the one where little you and your grandmother lived in a small shop near the corner of the city.

A wise mage who was once popular in your city, your grandma, knew magic and made a living out of it. Your mother, though, never inherited any sort of magic, and Grandma oo old to teach.

It all started with a friend

"(Name), such a nice girl you are; I am sure you will soon enough be a great mage. As I am preparing for the lesson, how about you meet my nephew? Howl. He will be learning alongside you.

That boy, Howl Pendragon, was everything—everything that piqued your interest.

"Name, how about we play in my secret place? It's so big and pretty; I am sure sure sure you will love it. Come!" That secret place, Howl's little hideout whenever he needed a break from life. It was like you both created this world for yourselves whenever you both were tired, sad, exhausted, and wanted peace.

An endless peace with a flower field where each flower had its own memories and stories to tell about. That was how you described it to Howl and said you wanted nothing more.

"Name, if you like this place so much, then we will live here! We will make it our cozy home where our family will reside. I want our family to have a dog, a kid who we can tease and give love to, a grandmother who gets on our nerves but we and her cannot leave each other, and lastly, a caretaker, a caretaker who cleans our house, is like someone who gives us true love. I am sure a magical demon trapped in our house would make it the best place you imagine."

"Aish howly, you have such weird dreams, but they sound so great. I am sure we will live like that, though I will go to work every day and come back with tea and snacks left over from my shop. Adults also need someone who could take care of them right, so the caretaker will be great."

That was the fantasy you both wanted, the one you and Howl were determined to make come true.

But as they say, fantasies are only in your head and something that will come true.

Summer vacations were something you could never ever forget. It was the time you made tea and snacks, helped your grandmother run the shop, and even those times the nights were comforting. Howl and you could only talk during the night as he was busy, so that time was cherished by you and him both.

"Some girl is saying, Wait for her?"

"Yeah (name), I was with Calicifer, and there was this lady. I am not sure how her face looked, but she was with a dog, and she was wearing a blue dress with white hair. I am sure I can recognize her if I meet her some day, and I don't know how, but I feel I will find her someday, like I have the urge to meet her. My ring even glowed when she was falling down." Howl spoke and spoke; it was intriguing to hear him describe it all, but it also made you feel something—some sort of feeling you couldn't describe—more than half feeling happy but the other one feeling like you wanted to cry.

That was the beginning, the beginning of your fantasy crumbling away slowly and painfully.

Ah and it began—the starting of the infamous 'Howl's moving castle.' The castle moved because of Calicifer, and Markl was the little kid keeping the house lively and warm. Your tea shop and magic selling dream did come to life, but not in the exact way. The moving castle sometimes changed into your teashop and sometimes into the shop that sells spells.

Howl became different, not that it effected your friendship in any way but a feeling like he was drifting, drifting farther and farther away from you.

He was away from the house a lot, that wasn't bothering you, but what was that? He never ever told you where he went or what he did.

It was small dents that were now turning into cracks, just growing bigger bit by bit, which was chewing pieces of your heart.

Markl was a kid, but he felt the changes in your behavior that made him try various ways to try and hold your heart together.

Howl had finally come back home. Markl was leaving to give you both personal time. If you would get upset about Howl not coming, he would give you the weirdest gifts and say it was Howl who told him to. He even tried to call Howl early so that you both could spend time together. Markl did his level best for a kid.

These things made you finally gather all the courage to confess to Howl.

A normal day where the moving castle was on top of the mountains, walking through a town that you didn't even know about.

"Howl, I wanted to talk to you about something important." You spoke up, ready to give him a small scarf as a gift while saying your true feelings.

"Sorry (name), I have something important to do. I promise to listen and talk after I come back." He says, vanishing in thin air as usual.

"I don't have a good feeling about this." You say, touching your heart, not knowing what is happening and why all these feelings are springing up.

"Grandma?"

You question the lady in front of you; she was short with caramel brown eyes along with many wrinkles that adorned her face, her dress was a blue one with some dirt stains, indicating she had to do quite the things to come here.

"Oh, what a pretty lady you are. I have come here to become your new maid. Now I have to just start dusting and make lunch for you both. Thanks for keeping the house clean enough."

"What is your name, grandma?"

"It's Sophie"

Sophie, she was as pure as you wanted to be. Sophie was kind, compassionate, strong-willed, and took her job seriously. She had a goal to make you eat healthy and tasty food, make you feel better about yourself, and practically be someone whom you gravitated towards.

No wonder Howl was drifting further away.

Howl seemed to hang out and connect more with Sophie, talk about the witch of waste, and learn about the curse she had. Sophie radiated positivity about everything and anything. She helped Howl to overcome the fear of being ugly, helped him to stop being afraid and feel like he had a purpose, a purpose to come back to her.

He didn't talk with you like he used to; he did not make special efforts to even come close to you. Maybe you had become a distant figure whom he just smiled at and turned away.

The straw that broke the camel's back.

When he showed Sophie the house only you and him knew—the same one where each flower had its own memories and stories to talk about—the hideout where you and he resided when drained out from life. The place where (name) and Howl wanted to start their family.

"Sophie, you will be protected here, I never want to see you get hurt. I finally found someone whom I can go back to."

You wanted to cry at those words, cry the second you saw them hold hands, get closer, and get closer as if they were about to embrace. You hated that, hated every bit of it with fury. A feeling started to rise up.

"Name, name, name!" Howl spoke up, looking at you, who was in a different world playing what-ifs.

"Don't you think Sophie deserves to live here?"

No, no, no, no, no, no, NO WAY

"Yeah, she totally does. Sophie deserves the world."

Sophie got the world she deserved.

You were still farther away when she and Howl kissed, too lost in their own world. Markl is playing with Heen while the witch of waste is looking at you with pity.

"I will be back in a bit," You say, your voice conveying no emotions.

That makes Howl stop and look at you, "Off to where?' He asks in a voice tinted with confusion,

"Just a walk to freshen up" You say, fidgeting with your hands.

"You are not going for long are you?" He asks, concerned as Sophie also gets a bad feeling.

"I'll come back soon"

They do not get to reply as you walk away and away, not understanding why are you acting like this.

"Screw Howl, screw Sophie, screw everything" The tears threaten to spill out as you run in an unknown city, everything seems like a blur, something you just want to get out of.

You bump into someone only to be met with a face of

Nothing?

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YALL THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FROM NOVEMBER. It's the current oldest oneshot idea I still have the draft for and it's super terrible, like I lost hope for this and still think this is trash but it's my first attempt at a slow burn so i had to upload it.

The story for this fic was decided when I was on a trip and my brother put the film on play and I'm not a movie enthusiast, I avoid them whenever I can but this movie, it was so simple and beautiful. The small details and the plot. I cried when it ended, why did I cry? Cause the movie ended. I want to go back and experience watching this movie again. Hats off really.

anyways I have no clue if I should upload a part 2 or not.

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Currently Watching - June

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 30.06.2024

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

gif-requests are currently closed🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in April with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. Blue Boys Part 2 🇰🇷 (1/4)

They are back and they made up 🥰 There is going to be a little bit drama, at least I hope just a little bit and not another break up or cheating -.- But they talked and I really liked it! And I loved that this stupid bitch got dumbed! Now I wait for the next parts.

2. Hidamari ga Kikoeru 🇯🇵 (1/12)

And with this first scene I fell in love. I was totally absorbed! And I got my giffing joy back. I don't know what happend, but I adore these two. And I can't wait to whitness their story to be told! Because they're in balance right now. One is loud and one is silent. One is hiding and one is seeking. And both are happy to see the other one happy.

3. His Man Season 3 🇰🇷 (4/?)

I love this format! I enjoyed the first two seasons to the max and the third one is something else too. There are so many different people with different personalities and thinkings. As always there is some kind of tension and love triangles, but there are some really wholesome moments too. I really hope people keep in mind that these people have their own feelings and not a script to act on.

4. My Love Mix-Up! 🇹🇭 (4/12)

I see so many posts from people not liking this one and I am sitting here enjoying this story. I don't compare it to anything. i just enjoy some awkward fluff. And I think the casting is quite good. I don't have the strongest feeling for the japanese original. I really enjoyed it and it is a great series, but I think the thai one is entertaining too and the chemistry between those two is still there.

5. My Stand-In 🇹🇭 (10/12)

I loved this scene! The way Ming caressed Joe and the way he fucked him, finally facing him. Thank you! Tong is a stupid shitface. He is such a bad fucker. I have some strong feelings here. And yes, I liked the progress of Ming's and Joe's relationship. I don't like the ending, but I liked seeing them happy together. Perhaps mostly because I want to see Joe happy. The ending was cruel and next week comes episode 11 so... yay...

6. Wandee Goodday 🇹🇭 (9/12)

Do I like it when they kiss? Hell yeah! Do I like the back and forth with the kisses? Hell no! At this point I don't know where they are going with the story. It is quite repetitive. Yak wants a kiss, Dee plays shy. Yak smiles and kisses him on the cheek and they live happily like boyfriends, but they aren't boyfriends, even though they both like each other! At least Yak finally understood his feelings. Now please let Dee work on his problems. There are three more episodes to go. Let them be happy and work on their problems together! It gets a little bit boring...

7. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)

Those two flirt a lot and are a married couple. Everyone knows that. And I love and enjoy that! Overall this is such a fun watch and the different sects and intrigues are sometimes a little bit confusing, but interesting. I love this world of martial arts and I love how protective Wen Kexing is over Zhou Zishu. I haven't felt like watching this lately. I wasn't in the right mood.

Finished in June

Series

Taxi Driver 🇰🇷

I looooved the first episodes, when we got our weekly revenge stories. But around episode 12 there was so much going on with the police and the illegal organ-trafficing-ring and it got kind of boring. And yes, Kim Do-gi is some kind of super human. He can take punch after punch and still beat 30 men in a row. That is a little bit unrealistic, but it was fun watching him. I don't know if I'll watch season 2. Perhaps I start and watch the first episodes with joy before some big shit happens and it gets boring again... But overall still a 7,5 out of 10 for me.

25 Ju, Akasaka de 🇯🇵

They finally talked! Thank god! They finally spoke to each other! And now they are happy and Japan delivered, I must say. The misunderstanding trope was well done, but a little bit drawn out in the end. But I really liked this not so slow burning slow burn. The story was well rounded with the background story, the characters had depth and there was Nagumo Shoma in this soooo... I liked it. A good 9 out of 10 for me.

Cityboy_Log 🇰🇷

Volume 3 came to an end, I guess. I don't know when it will continue. I really hated this "season". It was confusing and the time jumps were disturbing and I really hated the character development. The lying and the cheating and the escalations and the make ups - they lost the characters and their growth on the way. It can be to be attracted to some one else, that is humane, but you don't have to act on it. This "season" really pissed me off. I am still mad! I won't rate it, jsut because the format is confusing for me 😂

Only Boo 🇹🇭

This was a dancy ride with the last part missing the beat. I loved the fluff and Moo was such a delightful character and Kang is such a sweetheart. I loved these two together! And I loved that Moo had to fight a little bit to get Kang. What I didn't like was the fact, that in the end it all felt too rushed and too easy? I like that they got together again and that Moo still could fullfill his dream, but it would be nice if we could have seen him starting a little revolution and the fans rooting for him and Kang and finally changing something. But that didn't happen. But over all this one was such a sweet wholesome watch! So in the end it is a 8,5 out of 10 for me.

Short Film

Movie

Double Mints 🇯🇵

Can I say I am a little bit disappointed? Don't get me wrong. This is a good movie, but it is always depicted as this fucked up, dark movie you should be warned to watch and named in one breath with Dangerous Dr*gs of S*x or The Shortest Distance Is Round. And yes, it is brutal and dark and their relationship is interesting but kind of messed up, but it did not meet my expectations. Nevertheless I really liked it and from all those dark movies and series I watched so far, this is one of the better ones. I really like the devotion and enjoyed watching the D/s relationship. The ending was very much fitting for this kind of movie and kind of romantic. Yes, this sounds fucked up, but I guess both of them were very much on the edge and this is the only solution for them to be together forever and become one again. They found each other and that is all they needed. Guess I liked this movie more than I first thought. So for me it gets a good 8,5 out of 10.

Dropped in June

Looking forward to in June

My Love Mix-Up - Trailer (June 7th)

Love Sea - Trailer (June 9th)

Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo Tabetai 2 Haime! (June 14th in cinemas)

SunsetxVibes - Pilot (June 15th)

His Man Season 3 (June 21st)

I Hear the Sunspot (June 26th)

The Rebound - Trailer (June 26th)

The Trainee - Trailer (June 30th)

Blue Boys Part 2 - Trailer (June 18th)

Born to be Y - Teaser (allegedly in June)

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Wildflower: 02

The Secret Garden

Category: Short Series

John Wick x Reader

Warning: Nothing Yet

Notes: John is relatively younger in this fic-- late thirties to early forties.

The gif is not mine. Credits to the original creator (Sorry, I don't remember where I downloaded it from)

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Wildflower 01

“I thought you weren't one for socialising.” Winston commented, observing John’s eyes before they met his gaze again.

“I am not.” John stated simply. 

Winston hummed dismissively and sipped his drink, keeping his gaze locked with John’s.

“You seem intrigued.”

John looked away and frowned. “It’s not every day that I get to meet someone who has not even heard of the Boogeyman.”

“Fascinated?”

John looked up “Amused.That’s it.”

 With that, he chugged away the bourbon on the glass and bid Winston a goodnight before leaving.

—---

As the bus moved past streets and signs, the world around her remained blurred. She sat on the window seat, gazing at her mother’s ring. The tears she fought finally won– a thick drop lined her cheek, followed by another, but she bit her trembling lips and held tight, wiping away her tears quickly. 

Calm down, calm down, calmdown calmdown calmdowncalmdown…

She would not break down like that. She would not allow anyone to witness her break. She was in the  midst of keeping herself together when a handkerchief came into view. She looked up, only to see a man she has never seen offering her the piece of cloth. 

“Please,” He offered politely.

She blinked but mindlessly accepted it “Thank you.” 

That was all she could come up with while wiping her tears. He sat on the seat in the front turned to face her with a smile “You’re welcome. Rough day?”

She mustered up a faint smile and nod, reflecting on the events a few hours ago.

“I haven’t seen you around here before? Are you new here?”

His question made her look up to him in surprise.

He noticed it and added– “I take this bus regularly, the next stop is mine– I know the regulars. So, just curious.”

“Yes, I just…moved to New York.”

“Tough day at work?”

"Would have been better to have a tough day at work. personal stuff."

He offered an understanding silence for a few moments until the bus came to a halt. “Well, here’s my stop. Guess we will run into each other often. I’m Alex by the way.” He rose and offered his hand.

“It was nice to meet you Alex, I’m (Y/N).” She shook his hand with a faint smile before he waved and got off the bus.

What an unexpected, kind surprise.

—-----

Moving into New York was a completely new experience– but she was settling in. A month after her visit to the mysterious Continental, she had not been contacted by Winston— not directly, at least. A parcel was sent to the apartment she had rented. A parcel containing a card under his name and a note saying ‘In case you need it.'

Winston was a strange man. Even though she wanted to ask him how he got her address, she had no other way but to either visit the Continental again, or ring up the number provided in the card. She could not bring herself to do that.

Every other evening, she would take the same bus home from her workplace and run into Alex. Alex Norton was a Pharmacologist who happened to be exceptionally bad at driving cars or balancing motorcycles. So, public transport was all he was left with. Not that he minded, as he told her– he liked to observe, and liked the steady cycle of public transportation– 

“It's one of the few stable things I have in life.”

He told her once, standing over her seat after he had kindly given up his for an elderly man. She did not poke further in favour of keeping the conversation on a lighter tone (he had an amazing sense of humour), but she was almost certain that he meant something deeper.

Almost.

In the last month, she had realised that there was nothing too ‘obvious’, or ‘too certain’-- there were always gaps and cracks, what ifs and buts. It was not that she did not think of her mother. She did, every night before falling asleep, questions would plague her mind and every morning, she would be filled with a sense of hopelessness and dread thinking of all the possibilities– one worse than the other, and all the ‘what ifs’-- what if her mother never left? What if her mother told her where to find her? What if she got the letter on time, what if—what if.

She was in one of those ‘what if’ phases in her mind, walking with her  eyes downcast, but unfocused as she navigated her office street with muscle memory when her vision shook—

No, she shook, after she had stumbled– perhaps walked right into a man and bumped into him hard enough to leave her nose with a dull ache.

She hissed, rubbing her nose. “I am sorry.” She stepped back, apologising.

“No, it was my fault.” 

She looked up. It was the same man who was there with Winston the other night. His eyes remained on her, as if waiting.

“Oh, hello again Mr…”

“Wick—John Wick. Are you alright?” There was a faint frown that settled between his eyebrows.

“Yes, yes, I am. Just a little distracted.” She smiled awkwardly, the man only nodded.

“You’ll settle in.”

“I hope so.” There was no conviction in her tone. If he noticed, he did not comment, just stood there, looking at her. “Okay so, I need to get to work. Good to see you.”

He simply nodded again.

With a tight-lipped smile, she walked past him, turning into another head among the thousands on the street.

John smoothened his shirt, feeling the bulletproof vest underneath– eyes still on her moving form before he finally looked ahead and walked on. He was working after all.

—---

John Wick was not the one to linger around past business. His work was done, he should be heading home. But he found himself staying. Staring at an unassuming office building, he turned around to buy a pack of doughnuts– just in time (Y/N) walked out of it. He turned slightly, watching from the other side of the road as she navigated the streets. His stoic gaze remained on her.

John was conflicted.

He had nothing to do with that woman. She belonged to the other side– the clean, untainted side he could never even dare taste, for he knew that a cursed demon like him would taint it, wither the garden, bring dark, stormy clouds over the perfectly sunny world. The world which she came from was his childhood fairytale and now a distant, wistful fantasy— perhaps some other dimension, universe? He did not know, he was doomed after all. The world he came from…was a nightmare to her– to people like her. 

So, what was he doing there?

John had no reasonable answer to that. He had seen her walking on the street with her eyes downcast, and stopped, allowing her to bump into him. Even through the bulletproof vest he could sense her warmth– a tenderness that made chills run down his spine. Something he had never experienced before. It felt forbidden, but so… so good. It took him some effort to not reach out to the warmth, instead, his fingers folded into a tight fist in his pocket.

She was the forbidden fruit that walked into the place where angels feared to tread— but so oblivious, so sweet so…

John shook his head and stopped. With one last glance at her form at a distance, he turned around and walked away, dropping the pack of doughnuts on the lap of an old, homeless man on the footpath.

-----

“Isn’t this my favourite commuter?” 

She turned around to face Alex with a smile. It was crowded and neither of them had a seat. But standing with Alex was much better than being cramped up with strangers.

“Hi.” She smiled “You look tired?” She commented,assessing him. His usual pristine coat seemed crinkled and dirtied and despite the cool weather, he had beads of sweat. “You okay?”

“Yes, yes I am, just a project going haywire, don’t worry. How was your day?”

“As usual. You were right, once you get a hang of it, I guess things do become bearable.”

Alex smiled “So, tomorrow’s weekend. Wanna grab a beer?”

Now, that was a tempting offer. She glanced at her watch– she had plenty of time.

“Okay, let's go. Your stop or mine?”

“Neither, the next to next stop is a street filled with good pubs. You’ll love it.”

—-

Alex was not wrong. The pub he took her to had just begun to fill in– so they managed to get their desired spot to sit, the ambience, and the environment was lively.

“It's a lovely place, thank you for bringing me here.”

Alex raised his glass and smiled “You're welcome.”

Getting along with Alex was easy. It was smooth-sailing to have a conversation with him, to jump from one topic to another.

“I do not think that it's necessary that the street should be under constant surveillance. You see, it's the people we need to mend.”

“Until then, constant surveillance might help. My colleagues, I mean most of them are so nonchalant about the reports of crime and all.” (Y/N) added. 

They had somehow landed on the topic of crime and surveillance in the city and she was surprised by the degree of nonchalance in the locals.

“You’re new here.” Alex commented, sipping his beer as his eyes casually moved around the place.

She shrugged, focusing on her drink “There are a few things I might never get used to.”

“True.” His eyes found hers again and he smiled.

It was then she noticed– truly noticed how attractive he was. Tall, dark, well-built with a gentle smile. Alex Norton was a treat for sore eyes. But what truly made him attractive was his approach to people, the way he spoke, the way he listened more. 

She took a swig of her beer, an attempt to divert her eyes. 

****

So, what do you guys think? I have decided to turn it into a short series.

[cre8inghavoc]

What are Friends For?

PT. 4

Status: ongoing!!

Updates: no set date.

WC: 2462

Pairing: megumi fushiguro x FEM!reader

Genre/Warnings:[18+] Characters are aged up. This story contains toxic boyfriend, cursing, name calling, self-doubt/hate, angst, breaking up, post-breakup, alcohol, drunk moments, new friends, dating!au, college!au, no curses!au, dark humour, dark jokes. SMAU.

Recap: 

"I should go, you need to rest," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"No..." you murmur, pleadingly.

"Please stay..." your voice trails off, barely audible.

"I think you're too drunk, angel," he responds, his tone tinged with uncertainty and a hint of amusement.

"Please..." you urge once more. 

He knows deep down that you're not in the right state of mind to make decisions, but he’s also aware that being alone in your current state isn't safe.

"Okay..." he relents, his voice softening as he gazes at you with a mixture of concern and admiration.

"I'll stay..."

You wake up, squinting at the digital numbers on your nightstand: 3:21 am.

You massage your temples to ease the lingering headache. The alcohol from last night still has its grip on you, but it's not too bad. Surprising how much of a lightweight you've become after a year of sobriety.

Turning over, you realize you're alone in bed and take a moment to evaluate the situation. How did you even end up back in your room? Maybe Maki helped you, but then again, she’d usually change you into your pajamas. Wait... why are you wearing a sweater over your dress… that sweater is not yours?

A familiar scent fills the air, bringing a rush of memories flooding back. Oh no... could he still be here? Did he leave while you were asleep? Did you make things awkward? Wait... Weren't you two just about to... you know, kis-

Ding Dong

The sudden ring of the doorbell jolts you upright in bed, snapping you out of your overthinking spiral. Who could possibly be at the door at this hour? Was it him? No, that wouldn't make sense. Why would he leave only to come back? Unless he came for his sweater, but then he wouldn't be able to lock the door behind him. Or maybe it was your friends, checking in on you. Shaking off your worries, you make your way downstairs.

As you approach the door, all thoughts of him leaving disappear when you see a tall boy with messy black hair, dressed in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, standing inside. But something catches you off guard... he's talking to someone. Intrigued, you move closer, only to be met with a sight that makes your heart plummet: your ex.

Your stomach churns at the sight of him. What on earth was he doing here? Didn't you make it crystal clear that it was over between you two?

You step towards the stranger you had only just met yesterday, still unaware of his name. For now, you mentally dub him Mystery Boy. You're about to step in front of him to confront your ex, but he stops you. His hand extends, motioning for you to stay put, though he doesn't even glance in your direction. It's as if he sensed your intentions before you even made a move, positioning himself in front of you as if to shield you from harm.

"Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my girlfriend's house?" he shouts angrily.

The “mystery boy” remains unfazed, his tone devoid of any urgency or concern. "Ex-girlfriend," he corrects, almost casually.

Recognition flickers across your ex's face. "Oh, it's you. The guy from yesterday," he sneers.

"Wow, y/n. I always knew you were a fucking slut. Less than 24 hours and you're already sleeping with this dude. Pathetic."

You feel a surge of anger at his words.

"Hypocrite," the mystery boy retorted, his voice cutting through the tension.

"The hell did you just say?" Your ex's eyes narrow dangerously.

"You're a hypocrite, do you feel proud saying insults like that? You're the one who cheated on her with girls you probably met within 10 minutes. But go ahead, keep projecting your insecurities. It only shows how ignorant and shallow you truly are."  he asserts, his voice steady despite the rising tension.

You stare at him, taken aback by his unexpected defence. How could someone speak so calmly in the face of such aggression? He may appear indifferent, but his actions speak otherwise. He wouldn't have intervened if he truly didn't care. But why? What's his motive? Why is he still helping you, repeatedly?

"You belong to me. You'll come back to me, or else I'll make your life a living hell, you hear me?" Your ex's angry words pierce the air before he storms off, leaving a trail of tension in his wake.

Your mystery boy closes the front door and turns to you, his expression unchanged.

"Are you okay?" he asks in that same unflappable tone.

"Why did you do that?" you inquire, curiosity lacing your words.

"Do what?" he replies, his tone tinged with confusion.

"You know what..." you trail off, frustration seeping into your voice.

"Why are you defending me? This is the second time," you press, a hint of anger in your tone.

"You're welcome?" he responds, seeming puzzled by your reaction.

"No, I mean yes! Thank you! I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. I just..." you pause, releasing a frustrated sigh. "Why? Why are you helping me? You don't even know me, and I still don't know your name!"

"Fushiguro," he says again, his tone still nonchalant.

"What?" you ask, baffled by his response.

"Megumi Fushiguro. My name," he states calmly.

"Oh..." you respond, absorbing his name in the quiet of the room.

Silence envelops the space for a few moments before you gather the courage to speak again.

"Megumi... Why are you hel-" you begin, but he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

"I don't think anyone deserves to be treated like they're worthless, especially someone who is kind, respectful, and selfless," he interrupts, his tone firm.

"But how do you even know I am those things... you don't really know me," you counter, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.

"You're right, I don't know you. But I've always been good at observing people, and just within 24 hours of meeting you, I already have a sense of the type of person you are," he replies confidently.

A rush of heat floods your cheeks, causing you to blush profusely. Why does the room suddenly feel so warm? His words may not be much, but they have an intense effect on you. You can't help but smile at his sincerity, his gaze, his... oh no. "WAIT! WHAT. No No No No No No No. Stop it, Y/n! What the hell are you thinking? You basically just met the guy! Stop it. Oh my god- WHY is my heart beating so fast? CAN IT STOP!" You mentally scold yourself, overwhelmed by the rush of confusing emotions flooding your brain, leaving you feeling anxious and flustered.

"Angel!" Megumi's voice breaks through your internal chaos, his hand resting gently on your shoulder to grab your attention, having repeated your name three times before.

"Huh? What happened?" you ask, bewildered by the sudden change in atmosphere.

He chuckles softly to himself. "I asked if you feel safe staying here still."

"Oh... um..." you stammer, feeling a wave of shyness wash over you.

"To be honest... not really. I didn't expect him to come here again, especially this late... I'm kind of scared that he might return. He has a way of being persistent, and I fear he won't stop until he gets what he wants," you admit, meeting his gaze with uncertainty.

"Well, that settles it," he declares, taking hold of your wrist gently and leading you out of your house.

"Wait- what are you doing?!" you protest, confusion evident in your voice.

He guides you to his car and opens the door for you. As you settle into the passenger seat, he closes the door gently before getting into the driver's seat and starting the engine.

"Megumi... where are we going?" you inquire, taken aback by his sudden actions.

"We're going to my place. It's clearly not safe for you to stay here, at least not right now. And I won't always be here to protect you, so it's better if we go to my place. He won't be able to find you there," he explains matter-of-factly.

Again, he delivers this statement with such casualness! You can't help but wonder if that's just his nature.

"I- oh... okay. But... my clothes?" you realize, concern lacing your words.

"Oh... you can borrow mine for tonight," he offers without hesitation.

As you pull up to Megumi's house, you're struck by its size and convenient location. Settled near various amenities like grocery stores, schools, and malls, the neighbourhood exudes a sense of comfort and accessibility. The houses, including Megumi's, are impressive, each having its own unique charm.

Megumi steps out of the car and swiftly opens the door for you before you even have the chance to do it yourself. "What a gentleman," you think to yourself, appreciating the small gesture of respect. Stepping inside, you're greeted by photo frames showcasing Megumi and two other individuals. His friends, perhaps? Megumi guides you through the house, giving you a quick tour of the living room on the left and the kitchen to the right, before leading you upstairs.

As you follow, you notice four rooms lining the hallway, one of which is slightly open, offering a glimpse inside. "You have siblings?" you ask, curiosity.

"Mmm?" Megumi turns to you, following your gaze to the partially open door of one of his roommates' rooms. "Oh, no. I have two roommates who also happen to be my best friends," he explains. "Speaking of which, they might be returning from the club soon, so don't be startled if you see two or more people coming in," he adds with a chuckle.

"Two or more? I thought you only had two roommates," you question, puzzled by his statement.

"Well, they went to meet up with some other friends at the club, and one of them mentioned they might crash here tonight, so it's going to be a full house," he clarifies.

You nod in understanding as you both enter his room. He flicks on the light, revealing a sleek black and grey theme that somehow doesn't surprise you. And then, resting on his bed, you spot the two dogs that accompanied him on your fateful encounter, the same dogs that were there when Megumi helped rescue you from your toxic ex.

"Omg hi babies!!!!" you exclaim excitedly as you rush to Megumi's bed and gently pet his dogs. They respond with equal enthusiasm, licking your hand as if they've known you forever. Megumi watches with amusement, noting how quickly his dogs have taken to you. It's a sight he hasn't witnessed before; usually, it takes them at least three weeks to warm up to new people, even with his own roommates.

"They like you," he remarks with a chuckle, appreciating the sight of you smiling.

"Of course they do!!! Why wouldn't they?" you reply, your excitement palpable.

"Aren't you two such good boys! Wait, they're boys right??" you ask, turning to Megumi for confirmation.

"Yes, both boys," he confirms, a small smile playing on his lips as he leans against the door frame, arms crossed.

"I'll leave you in here. You can wear whatever you want from my closet, I'll sleep on the couch," he announces, preparing to leave the room.

"Wait! Megumi..." you interject, stopping him in his tracks.

He turns around to face you, waiting for you to speak.

"I'm not really tired anymore... you think we can watch a movie or something?" you ask hopefully.

A smile spreads across his face as he nods in agreement, then exits the room, giving you privacy to change.

You take your time selecting an outfit from Megumi's closet, settling on a cozy dark blue sweater and some slightly oversized sweatpants. With a bit of adjustment, they fit you comfortably. Once dressed, you head downstairs to find Megumi already setting up a movie and placing down popcorn.

"Omggg I love popcorn," you exclaim, unable to contain your excitement as you settle down on the couch beside him, perhaps a little closer than strictly necessary... Maybe it was intentional...

You tuck your phone away after reassuring your worried friends with a quick message, informing them that you're fine and simply spending the night at a friend's house.

"You ready? Hope you don't get too scared from horror movies," Megumi asks, glancing at you with a hint of amusement.

"Are you kidding? I love them!!! I mean, they can be scary, but I'll manage," you reply with a giggle.

He nods and starts the movie, and before you know it, you're engrossed in the suspenseful plot unfolding on the screen. Twenty minutes in, you suddenly realize that you're leaning into Megumi, his arms comfortably wrapping around your shoulders and drawing you closer to him. When did this happen?! How did you not notice sooner? You make a conscious effort to stay still, hoping he doesn't realize the position you've unwittingly found yourself in, secretly relishing the closeness. Being near him makes you feel... safe? Yeah, safe.

Lost in the movie, neither of you notices the front door opening until the lights flicker on in the living room, prompting you and Megumi to quickly turn and see his roommates entering the room.

"MEGUMI?!" his roommates exclaim in shock, their voices echoing through the sudden stillness.

As the shock settles over the room, you and Megumi exchange bewildered glances, realizing the compromising position you were just in. With faces burning red, you quickly move away from each other, both of you visibly flustered. Megumi scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment, his nonchalant demeanour momentarily shaken.

"What are you doing here?" you manage to ask, genuinely shocked and confused by the unexpected reunion.

"No... What are you doing here??" Yuta questions, his confusion mirroring yours.

"I- uh..." you falter, struggling to find an explanation.

"This is the friend you were talking about? You both look more than just friends to me..." Toge observes, his words hanging in the air like an accusation.

"Is this an interrogation?!" you snap back, feeling defensive under their scrutiny.

"Megumi? Why the hell didn't you tell us you had a girlfriend?" Yuji demands, his tone incredulous.

"Not my girlfriend," Megumi states casually, unfazed by the interrogation.

Goddamn, how is he still so nonchalant right now?! You can't help but wonder, feeling a mix of frustration and admiration for his composure.

"Sure doesn't seem like it," Nobara retorts, her annoyance palpable.

"Shut up," Megumi responds curtly, shutting down any further discussion.

Maki, growing impatient with the back and forth, cuts through the tension. "Y/n... What happened?"

You sigh, feeling the weight of their gazes on you. "I- it's a long story... I'll just tell you guys tomorrow when you're all sober."

"Okay... how do you know Megu-" Maki starts to ask before you interject.

"He was the one walking his dog when he saw my ex and I... you know," you explain, your voice trailing off.

"No way. That was him?" Maki's eyes widen in shock as realization dawns on her.

Confusion ripples through the group as they exchange glances, processing the revelation. Then, Maki's words sink in.

"The one that saved her from her toxic ex," she clarifies, her tone tinged with awe.

teehee guyssss this is getting silly :P

im sorry this is a lil short and took so long to writeeee ive been so busy.

but so happy to finally post this :)

also sorry if this a bit rushed

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From 2010- New Beginnings

Part 53

2016

13th January

“How do you feel?” Emma asks my on the phone while I sit petting Cookie

“I honestly thought I’d be alright about this hiatus, I kinda am, but I guess I’m just now realising that that’s it. The only way I can explain it is that it’s like when you break up with someone”

“I just want to come over and give you a huge hug” Emma sounds like she’s about to cry

“I’ll be fine don’t worry. Soon I’ll have my album out and I’ll be going on tour with Justin soon”

“Have you spoken to the boys?”

“Yeah I have. They’re all enjoying their break. Miss them like mad though” anyway enough about me. How are you and Olivia doing?”

“We’re doing good” I can just imagine the massive smile on her face “I really think I’m in love YN”

“I’m so happy for you em”

“Thank you and you know Olivia has a brother who’s single…” I laugh at her knowing part of her is just teasing me, but I know how much she would actually love for us to related, even just through marriage

“I think I’m good for now Em. My heads a bit of a mess if I’m honest”

“Why?”

“Ugh” I flop on to my back on my bed “you can not tell a soul”

“I won’t”

“Harry and I erm… well you know we….”

“Oh my god you slept together!”

“Shhhh” I hush her

“It’s ok Olivia’s out. Tell me when, how, where, wait no I don’t want to know where. Just spill”

“Fine. Well he came over New Year’s Eve and we had a few drinks. We kisses at midnight and one thing lead to another and…”

“I thought he was dating Kendal Jenner?”

“Yeah well not really. It’s publicly, Harry promised me that. But now I keep thinking about him”

“So after your little rendezvous, what happened?”

“We fell asleep then the next morning we had breakfast together and said that it was a sper of the moment kinda thing and we’re better as friends”

“But you want to be more than friends?”

“No. Maybe. I don’t know. I feel so lost right now Emma” I sigh fighting back tears

“Things will be better soon, you’ll see. And anyway for going on tour with Justin Bieber. Who knows what could happen”

“Stop” I feel myself blush. Yeah Justin’s cute, but I don’t think I need that right now “I best get myself to sleep. I’m off to the studio in the morning to finish up some songs”

“Ok. Good night YN, remember what I said things will get better”

“I know. Night Emma” I end the phone call and place my phone on my nightstand. Cookie moves to snuggle into me more. Sighing I look up to the ceiling. I really hope Emma is right and my head stops being a mess.

Just as I start to drift off my phone rings again. Frowning I pick it up thinking that Emma is calling again because she forgot to tell me something. However instead of Emma’s name across the screen it’s Harry’s. I quickly answer it smiling to myself

“Hey”

“Hey” he’s soothing voice replies “I know it’s late, but I wrote a song for you”

“Oh” I say intrigued

“I wrote it a while ago. I want you to have it, put it on your album”

“H, I can’t. That’s your song”

“Na it will sound better from you. I’ll voice note it over to you. Just think about it… please”

“Ok. Thanks Harry. Speak soon”

“Goodnight love” I wait for a few moment for Harry to send over the song and upon hearing it. I’m in love!

But it gets me thinking, he wrote this song for me? Did he write it while I was dating Liam? I have so many questions.

26th February

4th April

[allhailthemightyquattro]

Thoughts on The Robot Revolution

I'm finally getting around to watching the new series of Doctor Who, so here are my thoughts on The Robot Revolution (written down as I watch):

The timeline captions at the start bug me. It should be either "17 Years Ago" followed by "Now", or just a "17 Years Later" when the timeline shifts. Having both 17 Years Before and After just doesn't seem right. Like someone forgot they'd added the first title.

The Doctor appears to be looking for Belinda, which seems to be setting up a Moffat-style "special companion " story arc such as we got with Clara. Sigh.

Did the Doctor just accidentally turn off the hospital life support machines along with rest of the power? Oops, indeed.

The poor cat 😢

The robots and spaceship look like toys. Disney marketing attempt or just silly Doctor Who charm, who can say?

I'm still not fond of the Mrs Flood fourth wall breaks. Which is a shame because other than that she's a fun and intriguing character.

Okay, we're finally at the titles. Only took 7 minutes.

I like the idea of kidnapping Belinda because the planet and star is named after her. It's reminiscent of the good half of the Girl in the Fireplace plot.

The polishing bot is cute.

As a writer, I am loving that the villain is an "AI Generator".

The effects for the disintegrating guns look very high budget but also very terrible.

That was way too much melodrama for a character who had two minutes screen time and no personality.

I am liking Belinda so far.

Love Belinda's reaction to the Doctor's heart.

Sigh. Yes it's a companion is extra important story arc.

"Left Earth May 24". Hmm. The same day the finale is supposed to air, I believe...

Manny is hot but he's also a bit of a dick.

The "every ninth word" fault is very pick and choose, huh?

Did not see the Alan twist coming, though it was nicely foreshadowed with the "I haven't seen him in 16 years". Guess this means AI isn't the villain. Pity.

I do like the anti-incel message, but it is a bit over explained. The line about coercive control was not needed. We can see the dude was controlling.

Also, I think I would have preferred the incel thing to get its own episode so that the issue could be explored properly. It just kind of felt chucked into this one, making it performative rather than thought provoking.

I knew I loved the polishing bot for a reason. Sweeping up Alan. 😆Can it come onboard the TARDIS as a pet?

Belinda's first words upon entering the TARDIS are great.

Yes, Belinda you tell him! Unfortunately, Clara gave him the same telling off in The Rings of Akhaten, and it was useless, so my hopes that the Doctor will listen are not high. Please don't let this be a repeat of Series 7 Part 2.

Love the last shot of all the Earth objects in space. That shot alone has got me intrigued for the series story arc.

Overall, not a bad episode. Certainly better than last season's opener. I think it's gonna go squarely in the "it's alright" category.

[destinygoldenstar]

🌟Well This Is A Puzzling Situation🌟 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 3 Episode 16 “Gone Downhill”

Ciao.

It is time to steal some idols and fight over iPads.

Last time, Jake lost his bestie. Grett finally came to her own and I’m proud of her. Riya ruined her relationships with both the men in her life. And Ally…? Yeah no, she’s just being stupid. And a bully. And I hate her.

For a character NAMED ALLY, she’s quite the shit and detrimental ALLY.

…yeah you can leave now. I get it.

Let’s just go.

Oliver gets shoved out of a plane. Okay.

What are YOU doing here?

How did you get past security?

I feel like Trevor is about to get fired.

"Can you believe they don't honor employee discounts here? The nerve..."

Yes.

Lady, you were a recent addition. You got to work for that.

"Why are we here?"

You work here.

Right?? Or is this somewhere else?

"I have a plan to cancel Disventure Camp once and for all."

Why do you want to do that???

Yeah, that'll TOTALLY get you your employment back!

Is this gonna be a World Tour ending, where zombie Ezekiel just robbed the money and had a Lord of the Rings moment??

Cause uh... yes that was funny but that was also kind of a copout.

"BECAUSE WE CAN'T HAVE A VILLAIN ACTUALLY WIN THE MONEY!! THAT WOULD MAKE PEOPLE ANGRY!!"

Total Drama would never allow that, anyway. Heather was the only time they came close. Idk about this show though.

"How would that help?"

Yeah. EXACTLY.

"If we play our cards right, Krystal loses her career, I get my life back, and Derek comes crying home to you."

THAT DOESN'T ANSWER THE QUESTION AND THAT IS NOT HOW IT WORKS.

I'm not gonna act like Krystal is a saint, BUT IN TERMS OF THIS SPECIFICALLY, she did nothing wrong. SHE DID HER JOB.

Sorry YOU are only sorry you got caught breaking rules!

"I don't wanna force Derek to do anything that'll put him in danger."

"Are you still protecting that incel?! After how he treated you?!"

Wh-you just said you wanted him to come crying home to Trevor. What?

All Derek did is get on the bosses good side, and formed a relationship with her. Yeah he broke Trevor's heart, but he was oblivious to his feelings. And even if he was aware, DEREK IS NOT OBLIGATED TO RETURN THOSE FEELINGS.

"If you think Krystal's a phase, then sure, he's gone through her alright."

HEY YO THAT'S OUT OF BOUNDS.

"What do you know about the finale?"

Yeah, this IS gonna be Ezekiel all over again. Goddammit...

Hey girl what are you doing?!

"For my next showing, I'm swimming with the fishes. As revenge for the shower, they will be under my command to bite anyone who dares steal this nice water from me!"

NO RIYA WHAT ABOUT YOUR BRACELETS?! THEY'LL GET RUINED!!

"I miss our shower reward."

XD

I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW SHE WAS GONNA REFERENCE THE SHOWER XD

"Whoever decided not to give us soap and shampoo should be fired."

"I wish I had my fire powers, cause then I could do it myself. DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!?!!?"

"Do you have any more of that perfume?"

Hon.

Don't.

"The perfume you gave me last season."

OH YEAH. I REMEMBER.

THAT HURT.

But yeah, walk away Connor.

Riya, I stan you, but screw you XD

If you're wondering what I like about Riya, IT'S NOT ABOUT HER AS A PERSON AT ALL. Okay? She sucks as a person. She's horrible. I KNOW THAT.

I like her cause I find her an intriguing and interesting character to analyze, look into, and follow, and as a villain in general. I do NOT endorse what she does.

I just JOKE that I do CAUSE I HAVE A PROBLEM.

"Good morning."

Ayo, Jake greeting Ally happily despite what happened?

Or is this sarcasm? I heard a bit of a sarcastic tone there.

"It is a good morning, isn't it?"

"A good morning to see you sad and alone, huh Jake?"

"Do you want to get us some more firewood?"

I'm so surprised Jake is not pissed.

"Or are you planning on sabotaging that too?"

Nope. Nevermind. He is.

RIGHTFULLY SO.

CAUSE WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE AFTER THAT?!

Jake is with Connor, who has an idol, and Grett is secretly with them too. So yeah, Jake is under no obligation to work with Ally at all. It would be a bad game move to do so, cause she has PROVEN she is a DETRIMENT to people.

"Oh don't be a baby. Just be glad it wasn't you yesterday."

OH MY-

WE'RE ALREADY DOING THIS.

WHERE'S MY PILLOW?!?!?!

*PUNCHING PILLOW*

OH MY GOD MY BLOOD IS ALREADY HEATED.

THIS WOMAN IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE. AND A BULLY.

SHE JUST WANTS HIM TO SUFFER.

HE HAS EVERY RIGHT TO BE PISSED! YOU BETRAYED HIM!! TWICE!!! ONE OF THOSE TIMES WAS A MURDER ATTEMPT!!!

(Edit: Three times. Actually. She voted against him in Episode 10.)

JUST FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCKING GET OFF MY SCREEN!!!

"How could you do that to Aiden?!"

Oh he's taking Aiden's feelings to account too. Yeah.

YOU WONDER WHY NO ONE LIKES YOU?!?

"Cry about it."

GET THE FUCK OFF MY SCREEN!!!!! I HATE YOU!!!!! GET. OUT!!!

How can ANYONE look at this and NOT take this as bullying? Or say that Jake deserved this in any way?

Yes he fucked up in the past, but he made up for it best he could.

So what's the excuse now?

I want to punch her.

I want to punch this woman square in the face SO HARD.

*PUNCHES PILLOW*

THIS IS MY SUBSTITUTE.

"Everyone's all wrapped up in their quarrels while I can manipulate the game however I want."

I guess that's one way to look at it.

At least Grett's emotionally mature. That's something I guess.

Everyone's got issues.

"Why did you vote for Aiden?"

"I knew if I couldn't get you, his boot would sting the most."

*PUNCHES PILLOW*

SHE'S NOT EVEN HIDING IT ANYMORE. OR BEING VAGUE.

SHE JUST WANTS JAKE TO SUFFER!!! THAT'S ALL SHE CARES ABOUT!!!

"You should've seen your face."

😡✊✊

"I'm about to beat this bitch up."

"You're an idiot. You realize the villains are gonna go right after you the moment me and Connor are out?"

YEAH.

YOU KNOW IT'S BAD WHEN EVEN THE GUY WITH 'THE NAIVE ONE' LABEL KNOWS THAT'S STUPID!

"As long as you go first and I get to watch."

WOW.

SO FUCK THE GAME I GUESS.

FUCK GETTING PEOPLE TO STOP HATING YOU I GUESS.

IT'S ALL ABOUT MAKING THIS MAN SUFFER. THAT'S TOP PRIORITY.

She's actually a massive bully and an abuser.

How the HELL does anyone look at this and possibly say "WELL, ALLY HAS A POINT YOU KNOW. JAKE DESERVES THIS."

Cause like... NO?!?!

Cause upon rewatch of the previous episodes, now knowing this context, DAMN, TURNS OUT JAKE'S ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT HER CHARACTER WERE CORRECT.

"I want Alec to stay loyal to me only."

Makes sense. He's your only real ally.

And uh, you're gonna lose him too.

"Time to kill two birds with one stone, and book my next acting gig."

XD

"For my next showing, I'm a huntress, after the devilish birds who dare mock me for being good!! I am an expert at taking these birds down, and I will do so mocking in their face!"

NO RIYA THAT'S NOT THE MORAL OF 'TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD'!!!

"What are you doing?!"

"You know, maybe I was wrong about the kiss... I've always thought you were kind of cute, Alec."

UH UH UH UH UH. NO.

BAD RIYA. BAD RIYA.

STOP IT!

THANK YOU!!!!

CALL HER OUT AND PUT HER IN HER PLACE!!!!

THIS IS NOT OKAY FOR ANYONE TO DO!!!

"Don't you know how much Connor loves you?"

"He's just an idiot who saw something in me that wasn't there."

Yeah, cause YOU buried it.

"Well... we can agree on that. Either way, I won't be a part of it!"

YES ALEC!!!

"Weren't you the one who kissed me first?"

"That was a mistake!"

"Well fuck you too!"

STAND UP FOR YOURSELF ALEC!!!

Riya totally deserved to be put in her place there.

THANK GOD THEY DID NOT GO THE SIERRA ROUTE WITH THIS. THANK YOU!!!!

THANK YOU ODDNATIONS FOR SAYING THAT S/A IS WRONG AND A HORRIBLE THING TO DO. THANK YOU FOR NOT EVEN TRYING TO EXCUSE THIS AT ALL.

This is a severe problem with Total Drama too. They treat S/A like it's a joke. Or funny. Or a 'haha this character is so quirky' or 'haha it's so cute'. And I FUCKING LOATHE IT.

Disventure Camp is NOT innocent of this too. Episode 3 of Season 2 was really not well thought out in this area. Especially with James.

BUT they actually dialed back and gave it the callout it deserved here. THANK YOU.

This stuff is not cute. It's not quirky. It's not acceptable. It's a very uncomfortable thing. And it's a really upsetting thing that real people are victims of. As well as victims who are manipulated into thinking that they're wrong for being uncomfortable. CRIMINALS are sexual abusers, especially when it gets explicit.

SO MAYBE I'M JUST PRAISING THIS FOR THE BARE MINIMUM. BUT THAT IS THE BAR WITH THESE TYPES OF SHOWS. SO I REALLY DO APPRECIATE THE MESSAGE THAT THIS BEHAVIOR IS NOT OKAY AT ALL.

If you ARE deeply offended by it though, that's okay. Your feelings are valid. This is pretty serious subject matter.

All I will say is that I can read the media literacy here. A very obvious villain is the one doing it. The direction is making it come across as uncomfortable and gross. And in the end the victim stands up for himself and he is not shamed for that whatsoever because he's right to do so.

Simply having the bad thing in it does not mean they're endorsing the bad thing. Read the subtext.

"As I've gotten to now Riya, it's like holding up a mirror to my face."

Ouch, Alec...

"Is this... how my wife saw me?"

Yeah, that's why he latched onto her too. Because he sees himself as bad and doesn't know how to grasp being anything but that due to his depression.

But oh my god if he did any of this to his wife, that's... that's very concerning.

"What's his problem? I'm way out of his league, and he pushes me away?"

Riya, you deserved that. You're crossing so many lines.

Maybe you thought it was what he wanted. THAT'S NOT AN EXCUSE.

"Jake was being Jake earlier."

YOU FUCKING GET OFF MY SCREEN!!!!

"I'm glad you handled yourself."

ARE YOU-?!

OKAY, WHAT I SAID ABOUT MEDIA LITERACY EARLIER. THIS IS ACTUALLY WHERE I TAKE ISSUE.

SHE WAS NOT 'HANDLING HERSELF'. SHE WAS BULLYING HIM!!

I DON'T FEEL BAD FOR THIS GIRL AT ALL!!! I DON'T ROOT FOR HER!!!

I WANT HER TO GET ELIMINATED SO I DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH HER ANYMORE!

"Yeah, I'm shocked to say, but telling him off felt... so good!"

FUCK YOU.

YOU SUCK.

YOU'RE AWFUL.

YOU WERE NOT 'TELLING HIM OFF'. YOU WERE BULLYING HIM!!

😡

I swear, every time this girl opens her mouth, I feel my body BOIL.

"These last couple years, I've had to hold my tongue to keep my reputation- or what was left of it."

WHICH YOU HAVE NONE NOW.

You know, you may have had haters, but EVERYONE does. And at least you HAD a reputation still. You still had fans.

But to YOU, that was not good enough. It's not good enough that your loved ones love and support you. It's not good enough that you have some fans. It's not good enough that you can do what you love.

NO. You need EVERYONE to love you. And if they don't love you, THEY'RE the problem and they deserve to suffer.

"But finally breaking free of those shackles feels like getting a kill streak on a double XP weekend!"

"YAY! I GET TO BE A TOXIC PERSON AND NOT CARE ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES THAT WILL FOLLOW!!!"

SUCH POSITIVE CHARACTER GROWTH /s

OH MY GOD HE DOES HAVE ONE.

OH SHIT...

Oh this is gonna be sad.

"Okay. If you're not comfortable talking about it, that's fine."

Look at you respecting boundaries.

"I wanted to talk about Aiden."

"Missing the boy, huh?"

"I feel bad."

Awwwwwww 🥺

"I feel like I looked at him all wrong all season, and he turned out to be a decent guy."

AWWWWWWWW MY HEART ��️

"He did teach me one thing though."

"I can still change for the better. Aiden was quick to judge me too, but we solved our differences."

"And that's also why I look up to you, Connor."

"You're not perfect, okay? I get that. But you're still working on yourself and even after everything, you never gave up and defied everyone's expectations. That's who I want to be someday."

I LOVE THIS ❤️❤️❤️❤️

OH I LOVE THIIIIIIIISSSSS!!!!!

❤️❤️❤️

YOUR HONOR, I LOVE THEM.

"Oh god Jake, you're making me blush!"

DO NOT SHIP THEM THOUGH! I SWEAR TO GOD!!

Why is the puppet drinking coffee???

"I just want to ask you some things."

"Ugh, yes, I have free will."

XD

"No I don't use the bathroom, and yes, you're weird for asking."

"..."

"...okay, let's move on-"

That was just very weird.

"But I could get you coffee from Krystal's espresso machine!"

"No you can't. That's in her private quarters."

Roasted.

"Fine. I do love the chaos."

At least it's in character for her.

WHOA INTERMISSION ALREADY?! IT FEELS TOO EARLY.

*Getting a drink of water during it*

"You guys ready for the next immunity challenge?!"

"Whatever."

XD

I love people's lack of enthusiasm for this stuff, it's so funny to me.

It's great in Total Drama. It's just one of many reason why I love Digital Circus so much. I love it.

Oh Oliver's alive. I keep forgetting cause he's shoved out a plane every episode.

"Once you have them you'll take out all your pieces and use them to solve a Disventure Camp puzzle."

*Gets cooking ad*

XD

AND YOU HAVE TO COOK THE PUZZLE TOO.

LET THEM COOK 🔥

"Wanna know what you're playing for?"

"Please tell me it's a shower with some soap!"

XD

Riya they can never make me hate you.

"A phone call home?"

Don't you have a poor relationship with your family? Why would you want that?

"Nope! It's a six pack of beer!"

Oh that's lame. Ew.

"These rewards just keep getting better and better!"

Oh Connor's an alcoholic.

I have a bad drink tolerance. Really bad.

Like, I can't handle SODA. Or any fizzy drinks. So let alone beer.

My college neighbors bring beer and chips all the time when we're playing Blood on the Clocktower. I USUALLY don't drink the beer and just stick with the chips.

I SOMETIMES do, once in a blue moon, but I'm drunk as shit the first shot and it's obvious. I do not drink that often.

A couple weeks ago, actually, we were celebrating one of their birthdays, and the birthday boy's decree was that we played Mario Kart 8 and every time we got last place, we take a shot.

I got... six shots, I think? That whole time. Which was not as many as most of the others. But they handled the hangover fine. I was throwing up. And I was passed out on the desk the next lecture. I have not gone drinking since then.

So uh... SO Y'ALL KNOW. WE HAD TWO SOBER PEOPLE WHO WERE GUARDING AND WATCHING OVER US. BUT IT'S STILL DANGEROUS. DO NOT DO THAT.

Anyway, how do you climb this? This doesn't look stable at all.

"Wait, no safety equipment? What if we fall?"

Good point. That sounds like nobody in the staff learned their lesson last season.

"Awwww, does baby need a safety harness?"

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!

I HOPE YOU FALL.

"Right now, Connor and I are in trouble, but he has the idol. If I can win immunity, we don't have to worry about going home."

I have a feeling that's not gonna happen.

"And maybe we can take a shot at one of the big dogs."

I fail to see how drinking will solve your problems.

(Yes I know what he means, it's a joke.)

"Preferably Ally."

YES!

LOVE THAT!

I WOULD LOVE TO SEE HER GO!

NOOOOOOO JAKE!! NO NO NO NO NO!!!!

THAT'S NOT GOOD.

YOU'RE GONNA BREAK A LIMB.

"Okay... rock walls are even harder than trees."

Jake's a bad climber apparently.

Wasn't that...?

No I don't think that's a contradiction. I don't think we've ever seen him climb.

OH MY GOD THE ROCKS!! WATCH OUT!!!

THIS CHALLENGE IS DANGEROUS!!!!!

This feels like a massive lack of foresight on Krystal's end.

Did you not learn from Season 2 when someone almost died?? These rocks are very unstable.

Put a mat under them or something.

YEAH THIS IS NOT SAFE!!!

I can't tell if Riya is doing this on purpose, OR the rocks are just that unstable they're crumbling from under her feet so easily.

I think it might be the latter.

OH HEY FRIENDSHIP!!!

FRIENDSHIP WILL BE THE DEATH OF YOU BOTH.

No?

I thought they were both gonna fall.

Jake is... NOT having a good time.

How is this guy not dead or badly hurt?

"Are you still on your first puzzle bag?"

OH MY GOD SHUT UP!!!!

WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF!!!!

"Did you just come to gloat?"

"Yeah."

SHUT THE FUCK UUUUUUUUPPPPP!!!!!

OH

WELL THAT'S ONE WAY TO SHUT HER UP XD

"Hey, if you're going to be a dick, I'll make sure we both lose."

"That's not fair!"

YEAH WELL IT'S NOT FAIR TO OUTCAST SOMEONE, CONSTANTLY VERBALLY HARASS THEM, BULLY THEM, BETRAY THEM, AND LEAVE THEM TO DIE. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS.

"Well, there's no rule that says he can't."

XD

Krystal's on my side.

This is why Krystal is best DC host.

"You snooze you lose!"

*Gets University ad*

DON'T REMIND ME OF MY COLLEGE LIFE!!!!

Look one of the reasons we play Blood on the Clocktower is because most of us are in majors that involve social skills and good social reading. So it's a study tactic.

"Ever since I did that pull up, it made me realize I like working out. I just... did it for all the wrong reasons."

That is SO REAL.

You have a hobby, and you try to make money off of it, but then you're dealt with so much pressure you just burn out and you lose sight of why you love it in the first place.

"I just want to keep getting stronger and not for anyone else but me."

YUS QUEEN 👑

"This is a complicated puzzle. You can move the pieces, thinking you're getting nowhere!"

That's like... TWELVE PIECES.

THIS IS A BABY'S PUZZLE.

I have a feeling this is an animation error. Like there were supposed to be many more pieces but it just got too complicated to animate.

OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!???!!!

I THOUGHT JAKE WAS JUST BLOCKING HER WAY I DIDN'T THINK-

DAMN. SHE JUST STRAIGHT UP SAID,

"I'm about to beat this bitch up."

ALLY I MEANT THAT AS A JOKE!!!! 😭😭😭

Okay, "But Golden, Jake's the one who started beating her up."

HE'S GRABBING HER HAND THAT IS TRYING TO GRAB AT HIM, HIS OTHER ARM IS TRYING TO SHOVE THE OTHER ONE AWAY FROM HIS FACE.

SHE HAS A FOOT ON HIS GUT.

Like... that's just how I'm reading this.

I'm not saying exactly 'self defense' just... just reading it for what I'm seeing.

"LET GO!!"

"NO YOU LET GO!!!"

GODDAMMIT BOTH OF YOU!!!

AND SHE'S ON TOP OF HIM! AND STAYING THERE!!

YOU WANT TO GET ON WITH THE RACE, YOU HAVE HIM ON THE GROUND. JUST RUN!!!!

YOU JUST WANT TO BEAT HIM TO A PULP!!! 😭

XD

"Ayo help a poor lady out."

This is kind of dumb.

THIS IS A TWELVE PIECE PUZZLE!!! THIS IS NOT THAT HARD!!! 😭

You know what this reminds me of?

You know those game ads where you have the person playing the ad having the IQ of a rock, and they do everything wrong in the game. And it PISSES YOU THE FUCK OFF?!?!

That's this.

CONNOR HAVE YOU NOT DONE A PUZZLE IN YOUR FIFTY YEARS OF LIFE?!?!

"She's finally back to moving pieces."

Pretty sure she had more in place before...

"It's anyone's game right now."

"It's anyone's game!"

Meanwhile Jake and Allyson:

OH YAY GRETT!!!!👑

You have established yourself as a threat.

"Now can someone PLEASE get Jake and Ally off each other!"

YEAH THANK YOU. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

This is just really sad and pathetic.

Also WAS SHE PULLING HIS HAIR????

And she was STILL on top of him.

You both need to go punch a pillow. Maybe that'll calm you down.

OH THERE'S ICE CREAM TOO!

Krystal, you liar.

"Actually Krystal, I'm not much of a beer person. Can I give it to someone?"

"Connor?"

Very nice of you.

But this is how they find out you're cross teaming.

"I never noticed this, but Grett is getting pretty good at this game."

YEAH.

Also, NEVER NOTICED?

Won immunity.

AND she was the one who came to YOU with the plan to team up.

This isn't even YOUR plan, you're just following Grett's plan and claiming you thought of this all on your own.

"Giving Connor that reward could've been a way to win his favor."

Good idea. Betray your only ally. Make the OTHER alliance hate you too.

YOU'RE SO SMART ALLYSON. /s

When it gets to a certain point, NOBODY is going to want to work with a wildcard who is consistently inconsistent. And disloyal.

"Look, I'm willing to look past this morning if you are."

I know you don't mean that.

"We both need each other."

Yeah... yeah you do.

"You can't ask me to mess with Connor."

"I'll... respect your moral high ground."

Oh really? Wow.

Did not expect that.

"Alec's really fallen off recently, but... I need his vote. I'll play nice with him for now."

Even Riya at her worst is still practical.

"Actually, I was thinking we could do Jake first."

Of course you do. 🙄

YOU SAID YOU'D RETURN THE FAVOR.

"But Connor is a bigger threat."

Exactly.

"Disagree."

YOU BEAT HIM UP.

YOU HAD HIM PINNED TO THE GROUND.

YOU CAN DO IT AGAIN.

...I DON'T WANT YOU TO DO IT AGAIN, BUT TECHNICALLY YOU CAN.

"Jake won the last two immunities. This could be our only chance to get him out."

...

I-I mean okay, you get the dub this time. That's a good point.

"I won't change my mind!"

"Well I'm not voting with you guys if it's not Jake."

YOU SAID YOU WOULD RETURN THE FAVOR.

YOU ASSHOLE.

"Ally kept bugging me about voting Jake all day. I don't think she'll change her mind."

It's almost like allying with the girl named Ally was a MISTAKE.

Just vote her.

"So what's the plan?"

Okay, so... I think this is a pretty easy game move to decide. If I was in this situation and playing Survivor, I would foresee the situation too.

Let me indulge:

You have two major alliances in a Final 6. One of four, one of two. Connor and Jake are the obvious minority. So one of them is getting voted on.

HOWEVER, Connor has an idol. So they can still save themselves.

But who do you play the idol on???

Well, think of the relationship of the four. ALLY is your major key to figuring this out. She is a loose thread of the alliance, having just flipped last time. If the others want her loyalty, they'll do what she says.

And since she very openly hates Jake so much, it's good to assume then they'll obey her wishes and vote Jake.

So the correct move here is to play the idol on Jake.

So then who do you guys vote for?

ALLY.

And here's why:

Yes Riya and Alec are stronger, but Grett is secretly a tie to you guys and she has expressed not wanting to work with Alec and Riya anymore. Riya and Alec are the obvious targets and enemies. Ally meanwhile has proven to be untrustworthy and unreliable to ally with, so keeping her around and putting yourself in a situation where you have to put your trust in her is going to be your downfall.

And since Grett's only string attaching her to the villains is Ally, GET RID OF ALLY NOW.

Then with no one else Grett is trying to make stay loyal, she turns to you guys, and you can overpower and blindside Alec and Riya. Even if one of them wins immunity, only one of them can. So vote the other. Then the last one left has three people coming after them and they're boned.

THIS IS PRETTY EASY TO FORESEE.

AND THIS IS WHAT I WOULD DO IF I WERE JAKE AND CONNOR ANYWAY.

"Maybe Grett can help."

"Do we trust her?"

"She's all we got."

At this point, yeah.

"Connor doesn't know Grett like I do. She's a snake! And I wouldn't be shocked if she had something up her sleeve to screw us over."

Oh, that's true too...

Yeah you're really not in a good position.

Tbh, blindsiding Grett wouldn't be a terrible option either.

You're drunk.

I see the empty bottles.

"Are you still upset?"

"Nah."

Oh that's good.

"Maybe it's the beer."

XD

Drinking solves everything.

"Connor, I want to make it clear. Me and Riya were never a thing."

"You guys are free to do what you like. You're both adults, and Riya wasn't mine. I guess I'm sorry I overreacted."

"Remember what I told you? I said Riya will never change unless she wants to."

You did say that, yeah.

"Well, I was kinda wrong."

Oh?

"You were right to not give up on her."

Um... you were kinda right the first time though?

I understand not wanting to give up on your loved ones because you love them and you want to help them.

But from my life experience, I learned the hard way, that if you spend all your energy to helping someone who isn't getting better, you're doing it at the cost of your own health and safety.

Eventually, though it sucks, sometimes you do have to admit when some people are just beyond saving.

"When the relationship gets rough, I'm the first to fold."

Yeah I do get what Alec is trying to say though. He's someone who gives up without even giving a chance.

"And you saw the error of my ways."

THIS SOUNDS LIKE AN ELIMINATION FLAG THOUGH 🚩

"I just wish Cheryll gave me another chance."

"Look, Alec, there's plenty of fish in the sea. Maybe after this is all over, I can help set you up with new people."

That's sweet. ❤️

I heard most of you ship them. Some of my comments.

I DON'T, personally. I just like them AS FRIENDS. As friends, they're very sweet and wholesome.

Idk, with the whole Trevor and Derek bullshit going on, I'm GLAD Connor and Alec are not shipped together.

As a queer person, I'm allowed to not like some queer ships and/or be glad they're just friends.

Not everyone needs to be shipped together. Sometimes platonic relationships are just as sweet and wholesome and worth the fanbase.

"Here."

"But this is your last one."

YOU DOWNED FIVE IN ONE DAY?!??!

BRO.

"I gave Jake one earlier. He spat it out, but you know..."

XD

OH MY GOD. JAKE HAS A BAD ALCOHOL TOLERANCE TOO XD

I LOVE THAT FOR HIM!! XD

OH THAT'S SO SWEET! I WISH WE SAW THAT SCENE!!

"If you get tipsy, please don't kiss me."

Okay. OKAY.

I see you baiting.

"Guys, you have to play your idol tonight."

No shit Sherlock.

"Oh no shit Sherlock!"

😂

I NEED TO STOP.

I SERIOUSLY NEED TO STOP TALKING.

I'M TOO FARMILIAR WITH MEDIA TROPES TO KNOW WHERE THIS STUFF IS GOING!!

At this point I just need to make a compilation on every prediction I got right. Cause this is hilarious.

"I think the vote's on Jake."

Pretty sure they can hear... you... right???

Also no shit Sherlock.

"Ah, ya think?!"

It's pretty obvious.

"Now there's just the matter of my payment for this info."

Oh so SHE decides who goes.

Okay, yeah, Alec's going.

That last scene was raising all kinds of elimination flags.

Because Grett is still pissed at him for not helping her. I GET IT.

"If Jake and Connor do as I say tonight, oh, I don't wanna toot my own horn, but I think I've got a very clear path to the end of this game!"

Sweetheart, your plan is gonna fail.

Everyone here knows you're a threat.

Usually when someone says something along the lines of this, they get blindsided.

There you go, that's my prediction. It's gonna be Alec this episode, then Grett gets blindsided, then it's Ally, Connor, and the finalists are Jake and Riya. THAT can go either way.

*Harbor Freight Ad*

Oh we're starting this elimination with an ad. Neat.

Oh they're keeping it a secret this time.

"If anyone has the hidden immunity idol and you want to play it, now would be the time to do so."

Is this Grett's version of stealing the idol?

Because that's certainly a unique way to do it.

"I got something for ya, Krystal."

"Ugh, I knew it!!"

XD

"DAMMIT! I SHOULD HAVE STOLEN THE IDOL!!"

She didn't know he had it. So I understand why she didn't.

But YOU KNOW if she knew, she would have.

"Who is this played for?"

OOOHH HERE'S THE BIG ONE.

"Connor, play it for yourself."

"WHAT?!"

🫢😨

NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

NO I'M GETTING FLASHBACKS!!!!

NOOOOOO!!!!!

"Tom, please, I know I've been bad, but I promise, if you save me, we can talk tomorrow and work things out!!"

I don't think that's gonna happen...

He's begging so bad here 😭

You screwed up Jake. You screwed up...

"YOU AND I ARE DONE. DON'T EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN."

OH MY GOD...

OH I GET WHY HE SAID THIS. OH MY GOD...

OH THAT'S SO SAD!!

"Playing this for... Jake."

OH GOD, I'M SCARED NOW...

OH MY GOD THE STARES XD

"We're good."

"We'll see..."

OH I'M SO SCARED!!!😨🙏

OH PLEASE BE RIGHT!!!!!!

PLEASE LET THIS BE RIGHT!!!!

'JAKE' *DOESN'T COUNT*

YES!!!!!!

OH MY GOD THEY GOT IT!!!!

"Let's freaking go!"

YAAAAAAYYY!!!!!

'JAKE' *DOESN'T COUNT*

OH THAT'S BEAUTIFUL!!

OH IT COMES FULL CIRCLE!!

'JAKE' *DOESN'T COUNT*

"Well played."

Even Alec respects it. Wow.

'JAKE' *DOESN'T COUNT*

Though Alec's going, right?

He was raising a lot of elimination flags.

'ALEC'

YEP.

RIP

I WOULD'VE VOTED ALLY, PERSONALLY.

BUT I GET IT. I GET WHY THEY DID THIS. THEY WANT GRETT ON THEIR SIDE.

This is probably for his own good.

This is a mercy elimination.

Get him away from Riya.

"Is... anyone going to say goodbye?"

Wow.

XD

"Wait! Good game, man."

Awwwww Connor ❤️

"Thank you, Connor."

"For everything."

❤️

"Taking out Alec was super satisfying, not only for personal reasons, but I wanted to keep the temperamental duos here."

Oh for drama, yeah.

"Jake almost blew it for me, but I steered clear out of that storm. Nothing to worry about."

YOU VERY AUDIBLY CRIED "WHAT" IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.

That-you're-you're getting blindsided.

"Okay, what was that little moment where Grett whispered something to Jake?"

"HOW DARE SHE WORK WITH MY ENEMY BEHIND MY BACK!!!!! OOOOOOHHHH YOU'RE GETTING IT NOW!!!"

"How could you dismiss Alec like that? He's been by your side the whole game."

She does miss him. She just doesn't want to show that she does.

OH.

OH I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD COME BACK!

"It was a gift back when I thought there was still hope for us."

Awwwww

That's real sad, honestly. Especially since the perfume is such a vital item to not only their relationship, but Riya's character.

That perfume smashing in the Season 2 finale was a major beat in her arc. Something she had received out of pure love, a symbol of happiness, and a gift she got from obtaining what she always wanted, DESTROYED because of her actions to leave all of it behind.

And now it's back here. And now, all she sees in it is a luxury item.

This girl may be an ass, but her writing is off the charts in both seasons.

"I don't care just give it!"

Yep. As I said.

All she sees in it now is a luxury item. Because she's so blinded by that.

OOOOOOOHHHHH....

OH SHE'S RUNNING TO GET IT!!! AWWWW 💔

Oh she got it.

Surprised it didn't break.

OH...

OH HE'S DISAPOINTED.

OH SHE THREW IT OUT!

THE MOMENT HE WALKED AWAY SHE THREW IT OUT.

SHE REALIZED TOO LATE.

The perfume itself doesn't matter anymore.

SHE LOST EVERYONE.

It's still in tact.

What is this symbolizing???

"Sorry for the bad timing, but you might need to look for new interns as well."

OH GOD WHAT DID THEY DO?

"He hasn't been returning my calls, not to mention he's failed to meet our turnaround for these last few episode edits."

JUST FIRE HIM.

"I'M SO TIRED OF THIS STUPID JOB! I just wish we could go back..."

"The show is growing, Krystal. It's a lot of work, sure, but this is what we wanted, right?"

"I'm not so sure anymore."

Really?

I don't want to say 'there was no build up to this' because there WAS. But I don't know, I feel like there wasn't ENOUGH. Just more yaoi drama instead.

Because why can't a girl just retreat from the cycle of abuse and start over in a happy relationship with Derek?

And that's just how it ends. Okay.

Riya's gonna break my heart by the end of this season, isn't she?

The perfume was still in tact. So idk what that's symbolizing exactly.

So maybe she decides to screw her position and redeem herself? And she gets eliminated as a result? Possible now.

She either redeems herself, or she completely loses her mind.

She lost everything. And everyone she cares about.

HER FAULT, but still.

She either breaks down, takes full accountability, and expresses wanting to change, as Alec said, OR she just goes crazy and desperate because she has nothing left to lose.

She's an absolute garbage human being. But I love her as a character. She's a very interesting to me. Because she's not one dimensionally EVIL. She IS evil. Not saying she isn't. But there's reasons why she acts the way she does, and we saw her descent into madness. She didn't start out like this.

Think of it like this: The more she exclaims how evil she is at her heart, the more she's lying.

I'm telling you, Jake and Riya are my STANS. And even if everyone else was dogshit, I would still watch this for these two alone. THEY MAKE THIS SEASON FOR ME.

Oh god... five episodes left. And then we're done.