#planning a second version of jacob

[pande-monty-um]

Trapped

Staci's fighting spirit is like a coyote in a trap.

Willing to gnaw its own leg off for freedom.

[charliegyrth]

Big Fat Principal

A Gay Romance

Farber High School felt completely different.

Back when I was a student here, everything was brown and peeling. The buildings looked like they were going to collapse into the sand. Some of the classrooms were literal trailers, and our pitiful football field had more weeds than grass.

If I didn’t remember the address, I would’ve thought I was in the wrong location. This place wasn’t just clean, it looked beautifully designed and surprisingly high-tech. The parking lot even had chargers for electric cars.

I walked through the big glass doors and was immediately greeted by Nadine, the guidance counselor who’d invited me here. She was younger than me (early 20s) and quite cute, the kind of adult that you could very easily picture as a former student council member who planned all the dances and took the idea of "school spirit" way too seriously.

She wrapped me in a slightly too friendly hugged and gushed about how happy she was to see me. I guess I was their very first “special guest” since the new principal took over and started the new guest speaker program.

She gave me a quick tour of the main building and then led me to the principal’s office in the back. “He is so excited to see you. He’ll tell you what to expect.” Then she took a long look at me and sighed. “Gosh, it’s so cool having an actual celebrity at our school. Let me know if you need anything.” Then she scurried off.

I knocked on the principal’s door and was greeted with a deep voice calling, “Chester! Come in!”

I pushed the door open and was greeted by an absolute mountain of a man. His face was framed by a thick second chin. His chest was padded with wide, outwardly sloping breasts, and his gut was big enough to make it hard for him to rise from his chair.

That last part really emphasized his size. He was trying to stand up to greet me, but he must’ve moved too fast for his bulk, because he flopped back into his chair and tried again. When he finally stood, he maneuvered around his desk, literally holding his gut so it wouldn’t slam into the furniture, and greeted me with a big, warm hug.

Despite being a bigger guy myself, I’d never actually hugged someone as big as this principal. He was almost… spongey, if that’s the right word. I don’t know. I sank into him, and because the hug was so enthusiastic, he pulled me into his belly even more.

It felt really comfortable.

When he pulled away, he looked me right in the eyes, smiling wide enough to push his cheek fat into his chin fat. “God, it’s so great to see you again!”

See me again?

Did I know this guy?

I studied his face, trying really hard to recognize him. If we’d met before, he must’ve been much thinner. I would’ve remembered meeting someone this gorgeously fat.

I mentally erased his jowls and deflated his second chin. His big hazel eyes looked familiar. His freckle-coated nose did, too. Still couldn’t quite place him, though.

I must’ve been staring too long, because he said, “I guess you don’t recognize me from high school. Not many people do.”

“No,” I mumbled. “I, um…” I quickly glanced at his desk, where the nameplate “Principal Hardison” was written in thick, white letters.

Oh my God!

Bobby Hardison!

For most of high school, Bobby and I were the only overweight members of the debate team. We didn’t have a lot in common, but because of our body types, people sort of lumped us together. We even teamed up for a couple Duo Improv events, where he absolutely killed it.

Back then, he had a pretty large belly (though mine was bigger), and I thought he was quite cute. Straight, though. And very self-conscious about how he looked. While I enjoyed my size, he was always hiding under baggy clothes and starting diets that never worked. I think a lot of his confidence issues came from his older brother Jacob, who treated both of us like we were disgusting blobs.

Jacob looked like the fitness model version of his brother, flaunting his body and doing everything he could to eat away at his brother’s confidence. Sometimes, he’d appear out of nowhere and just slap Bobby’s stomach as hard as he could.

Now that Bobby was so much bigger, I wondered how his brother treated him these days.

“Of course I remember you!” I said. “Wow. Principal Hardison. How cool!”

He smiled. “Had no idea I’d be back here after all these years, but I love it.” He gestured for me to sit and then waddled back toward his seat on the other side of the desk. “I’ve started a bunch of new projects since I took over this year, and when the school board approved of our guest speaker program, I knew you’d be the first person to call. Farber High’s very own success story.”

I was the author and illustrator of a series of YA books about a plus-sized, gay superhero. I was pretty proud of what I’d done with my career, and I felt like I’d been able to spread a lot of positive messages with my work. I wasn’t a huge success or anything, but I was happy with how my life turned out.

“Thank you,” I said.

He bit his lip. (Not sure what that meant.) “And you look great, by the way.”

“Thanks,” I said again. Unlike Bobby, I didn’t look too different from my high school self. I’d added a bit more muscle in my arms and legs but still had the same hairy belly I’d been rocking since puberty. “You look great, too.”

He patted the top of his massive gut, and I was so happy to see a hint of pride in his smile. Thank God. Back in high school, he was less than half his current size and he hated his body so freaking much. I wondered what finally changed his mind.

I didn’t want to out-and-out ask him, though.

He spent the next few minutes filling me in on what to expect from my workshop. I was going to do four sessions, one for each grade, talking about my career and answering questions about how to get published. Sounded fun.

“And that’s about it,” he finished. “Any questions for me?”

“I think that covers it all,” I said. “Thank you so much for inviting me.”

“No. Thank you.” He leaned closer, his moobs practically spilling onto his desk. “If your books had been around when we were kids, I definitely would’ve felt better about myself.”

I wasn’t sure if he was talking about my books’ body positivity or all the LGBT themes. Probably just the body stuff. Bobby Hardison was definitely straight.

And yet…

There seemed to be a slightly effeminate cadence to his voice, something I hadn’t noticed when we were teens, maybe something that he used to suppress.

Or maybe I was just projecting. The more I looked at him, the more amazed I was by his body. He was gorgeous. Just pure, flowing softness. I knew that this was a professional meeting, but I wanted more than anything to find out his story, to hear how he finally accepted his size and allowed himself to grow into such extreme obesity.

“Well, if you don’t have any other questions…” he started, a note of disappointment in his voice.

“Tell me what you’ve been up to,” I said. “I mean, if that’s okay.”

“Well, I went to U of A, started teaching, got my masters, moved into administration, and…” He stopped, then gave me a smile that definitely felt flirtatious. “You want to know how I got to this size, huh?”

I literally flinched at his directness. The old Bobby would’ve never been so blunt. “Um, yeah.”

He glanced at the door, I guess to make sure no one was listening in. “Real talk, okay? I know how I acted back in high school. You probably thought I hated the idea of getting fat, but since I was a kid, I knew that I was meant to be big, you know?”

“Really?”

“So when I went to college, I gained a bit. Like everyone does. And it felt so good, so I decided to gain a bit more. And then a bit more. And, well…” He gestured toward his body. “I love this. I really do. I don’t tell that to a lot of people, but I figured you’d understand.”

He must’ve remembered the little pep talks I’d given him back in high school. Whenever Jacob had done something particularly mean to him (like flicking his moob or calling him “bitch tits”), I was there to calm him down. I think it helped that I was always just a little bit bigger than him, though obviously that was no longer the case.

“I absolutely understand.”

He nodded. “It comes across in your books. You don’t glorify fatness, per se, but I can tell in your descriptions that you… appreciate it.”

Guilty as charged. My main character, the Crimson Bear, has a body type just like mine, while a lot of the supporting characters are plus-sized to various degrees, too. In fact, the Crimson Bear’s arch nemesis is just called Belly, and he looks a lot like Bobby does now.

(I’m actually in talks with Warner Brothers to adapt the first novel into a film, with obese Oscar winner Chad McDowell signed on to play the villain role. It’s crazy to think that my old friend Bobby was now as big as Chad freaking McDowell.)

“Thanks,” I said. Then came the question that I’d been dying to ask. “What does your brother think about how much you’ve gained?”

Bobby laughed. “He’s surprised. Obviously.”

“And he doesn’t give you crap?”

“No?” he said, surprised.

“Seriously? He used to be terrible to you.” I knew it was tacky to remind him of the bad times, but I felt like our conversation had fully shifted from professional to personal. “Slapping your gut. Calling you ‘bitch tits’ in front of everyone. Taking photos of your stretchmarks and then texting them to everybody.”

“Oh.” He awkwardly looked away.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned it. Too late to take it back, though. “So what’s Jacob up to these days?”

Bobby shifted a little in his seat. “He’s good. Has a good job, came out of the closet.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He’s definitely grown up.”

“Do you see him a lot?” I knew I was pushing the topic too hard, but based on all my memories of his fitness-obsessed brother, I really wanted to know how Jacob coped with Bobby’s new body.

Before he could answer, there was a knock on the door. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” Bobby said.

Nadine walked inside, passing a paper to both of us. “This is the schedule for your workshops tomorrow. I hope everything works for you.”

I didn’t need to look at it. Any time would work for me. I was so excited to meet with the students. And I was even more excited to see Bobby again. Sure, I’d made things a bit awkward by bringing up his brother, but other than that, it felt so great to talk to him, to see the man he’d turned into. Too bad he wasn’t gay like his asshole brother.

“Looks good,” I said.

“Wonderful! I’ll see you tomorrow.” Nadine patted me on the shoulder. Then she turned toward the principal. “Bye, Jacob.” She rushed out of the room so fast that I almost didn’t notice what she’d said.

“Oh my God. You’re Jacob! Not Bobby!” My heart was pounding. The fatphobic muscle jock brother had turned into… this guy?

He laughed. “Yeah, Bobby’s super fit now. Married a yoga instructor. He’s the one slapping my belly these days.”

“But… But…” I felt like such an idiot. Thank God he wasn’t offended. Just bemused.

As my shock and embarrassment faded away, I realized something. “You… came out of the closet.”

“Years ago,” he said, smiling.

“And you’re single?”

He reached across his desk and placed his chubby hand on mine. “I’m out of here by four if you want to hit the buffet…”

“I’d love to, Principal Hardison."

[theres-no-escaping-us-pal]

NEWSIES AND WHAT AFTER SCHOOL CLUBS THEY’RE IN + WHAT SPORTS THEY DO

JACK KELLY

he definitely does sets for the school productions

he also does lights

he did track in elementary-middle school school but quit freshman year to focus more on art

but he runs every morning

also he def started an art history club with davey and kathrine

DAVEY/DAVID JACOBS

he plays piano is jazz band

and he’s in debate

he plays tennis

he wins state championships for tennis

and he totally joined theatre tech cause all his friends were doing theatre in some capacity

helps kathrine with editing the school paper when she gets stressed

he’s in honors math and science

maybe english too

CRUTCHIE MORRIS

band

he’s a band kid

idk what instrument

don’t ask me

i’m not a band kid

but he is

and tenor in choir

he plays in the pit band for the school productions

helps jack with sets sometimes

honors english

b average

KATHRINE PLUMBER/PULITZER

she’s a total academic weapon

class president 5th grade-senior year

she’s in debate

chief editor of the school paper

runs the year book

stage manager

on the varsity volleyball team

was on jv her freshman year

when people ask her how she gets straight a’s she’s like “idk i’m just smart”

a+ average

RACETRACK HIGGINS

he’s on the competitive dance team

also ensamble or a minor role in every school production

he’s been the lead once

he didn’t like it

in honors math

he also does track (hehe race track)

he gets a’s in math and b’s and a-‘s in everything else

most flexible on the comp team

best turner on the comp team

was in debate for two years but quit because he started having stress related panic attacks and stress vomiting before debates

b+ average

ALBERT DASILVA

competitive dance too

he used to play soccer in middle school and part of freshman year

he’s in theatre normally ensemble but likes to be speaking roles

c+ average

pours his time into dance

like it’s his favorite thing

terrible at chaine and pique turns

he’s great at pirrouettes and a la seconds though

SPECS IDK HIS LAST NAME

competitive dance guy #3

he’s on debate too

2nd most flexible on the comp team

worst turner

amazing leaps

b average student

forgets his contacts for dance frequently so he just dances with no glasses on

in jack’s art history club

FINCH CORTEZ

also on competitive dance

least flexible

average turns

terrible leaps

good at tricks

he’s trick man

really likes doing theatre

school photographer

b- average

SPOT CONLON

def on the gymnastics team

don’t ask me why and don’t argue with my flawless logic

he keeps his grades just high enough to still be on the team

also on the wrestling team

people are always asking why he does those two cause there like polar opposites

he’s just like 🤷‍♀️

b average

definitely runs some kind of social justice or lgbtq+ club

(also applies to uksies spot)

MORRIS DELANCEY (specifically the mike faist version)

soccer and dance

specifically tap

he likes tap

and he’s been doing soccer since he was in middle school

he’s on debate team

he’s not very good but he makes it through

a- average

OSCAR DELANCEY

football

don’t ask me why i don’t plan to explain

c+ average

i have nothing else to say

SARAH JACOBS

varsity soccer

and debate team

and honors english, history, and science

and choir

she’s a mezzo

don’t tell me i’m wrong

i’m not

she’s a student tutor

like when a student needs tutoring she’s the persian they go to

for english, science, or history

a average

kinda academic rivals-lovers with kath

(sorry if these are shitty)

[pekoehoneyncream]

Ghoaptober # 15

Prompt: Scar

Words: 2500~

TW: Explicit Sex (Not sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

Fair warning: this is plain old smut from start to finish.

Enjoy!

Soap let himself be dragged through the door to Ghost’s room without protest, they had been giving hand-to-hand demonstrations for the recruits and Soap hadn’t been playing nice. Not to Ghost at least. He hadn’t been doing anything too overt, so the group they’d been assessing should have been oblivious, and if they had caught on -as they’ve gotten this far into the training process- they should know when to keep their mouths shut. 

He’d taken down every recruit as fast as he could, choosing strength pins over arm or leg bars when possible. Letting the loose armed tank top he’d chosen to wear show off the muscles in his arms and over his ribs. When Ghost had gotten that possessive clawing tension to his hands and demanded that his Sergeant come demonstrate with him, rather than tussling with the trainees, Soap knew that his plan was working. 

The final straw had been when rather than letting Ghost take him down without struggling -as he normally would, to make the move easy to see and follow- he’d fought back. 

It probably didn’t help that he’d been refusing to spar with Ghost for the past month or so. He’d been busy inserting himself into Captain Price and Gaz’s workout routine, so that he could spar against them. He and Gaz were well matched, it had always been a fifty-fifty on who would win their bouts, but Price was more towards Ghost’s level and made Soap work hard to eke out any victories. 

It goes without saying that Soap had never won a sparring match against Ghost. 

This morning was the closest he’d ever come. Ghost had been caught off guard when Soap had turned their demonstration into an all out spar, and Soap had pressed that advantage to keep his L.T on the backfoot. Giving Ghost a feral grin while he slipped out of the holds and dodged the usual dirty tricks his L.T liked to use. The greedy fire that had lit behind Ghost’s eyes sparking an answering blaze low in Soap’s belly. 

He’d put everything he’d learned from Price, along with a few underhanded tactics he’s picked up from Gaz, to work and watched Ghost get more and more eager the longer their fight went on. By the time Ghost had finally slammed Soap down onto the mats into a pin he couldn’t wriggle out of -if he still wanted to keep his shoulders in working order that is- they were wholly focused on each other and were only snapped out of their predatory tunnel-vision by the trainee’s clapping for what was probably the most brutal sparring match they’d ever witnessed. Thankfully, by then they’d run over their time-block and Ghost had immediately dismissed the group. 

“Driving me mad, Johnny.” Ghost growled, throwing him up against the door, barely pausing for the second it took him to reach up and drag his balaclava off his head before leaning forward to bite mean bruises into the skin stretched over Johnny’s adam’s-apple. 

“Did ye-” Soap paused to let out a long whining moan as Ghost clamped his jaws around Soap’s trachea in a toe-curling threat, then let go to lick over the indents his teeth had left behind, “Did ye like mah surprise, Si?”

Ghost pulled back, pinning Soap to the door with a hand around his throat when he tried to follow, and pushed their hips together in a dirty grind. The hard line of his cock rutting along Soap’s.

“What do you think, Johnny,” His pupils were blown wide, swallowing up the lovely brown of his eyes, “Nearly killed Jacobs for popping a boner after you pinned him,” Ghost leaned in close again, holding Johnny’s head back against the door when he tried to steal a kiss, but folding and giving him a quick peck when he whined and pouted.

“Didnae even notice.” Soap panted, and it was true that he hadn’t.

“That so?” Ghost released him, but turned his head away when Soap tried to seal their mouths in a kiss, “Distracted?”

“Aye, Si.” Soap said in between planting kisses down Ghost’s throat, “Was busy watching ye.”

“Good answer, Johnny.” Ghost groaned.

Grabbing Soap by the arm, Ghost tossed him onto the bed, an amused smirk curling his mouth when Soap’s complaining whines abruptly cut off as Ghost started working his compression shirt up over his head. Hooking his thumbs under his trouser’s waistband he paused before pulling them down to raise an expectant eyebrow at an unmoving Soap, who was gawking from Ghost’s bed. It was a very nice sight, but Ghost didn’t drag him here to put on a show. Soap got with the program and started scrabbling free of his own clothes. 

Ghost crawled up onto the bed, letting his hips swing a bit more than was strictly necessary to see that hungry swallow bob in Soap’s throat. Knowing he was the cause of the want darkening those eyes sent a hot prideful thrill pounding through Ghost’s veins. 

“What do you want, Johnny?” He teased, climbing up over Soap’s body to sit himself on Soap’s thighs, spreading his legs to bracket Soap’s hips, “You nearly had me, must have taken a lot of work. What’s your reward?” He leaned back, letting his spine arch and flexing his stomach a little to make his abs show through the healthy layer of fat that padded them.

“Whatever ye wannae give me, Simon.” Johnny rasped, petting his hands down Ghost’s sides to land on his hips and squeezing greedily at their plush give. 

“Very good answer, Johnny.” Ghost purred, dropping his voice down into that basso rumble that sent shivers skipping down Soap’s spine, “But today I want to give you what you want, pretty boy.” 

Soap pulled at Ghost, tugging at him until they were pressed chest to chest, until he was within easy reach for Soap to steal more kisses. Ghost teased him a bit more by only letting him have quick closed-mouth pecks, until Johnny’s whining was truly pitiable, then opened his mouth to let the Scot lick behind his teeth the way he’d been craving to. 

They made out for a long moment, until Johnny felt he wasn’t at risk of falling apart at the seams the moment Ghost pulled away.

“Wan’ ye in me, mo chridhe. Jus’ like this.” The unguarded want in Johnny’s eyes made it impossible for Ghost not to drown him in more kisses, reveling in each little begging ‘please’ that he breathed into the air each time their lips parted. 

“Anything, Johnny.” Ghost promised. 

He properly pulled away, sitting up and sliding down to settle between Johnny’s legs, taking the lube that Johnny had hunted out of its drawer for him with an appreciative kiss laid against Johnny’s belly. Hitching Johnny’s legs up to settle over his hips, Ghost popped the cap on the lube and squeezed a healthy dollop into a cupped palm, letting it sit there and warm for a moment, as he snapped the tube closed and dropped it back into Johnny’s waiting hand. After coating his fingers Ghost reached down to pet a warning over Johnny’s hole, then slowly pushed a finger in. 

“Been playing without me, Johnny?” Ghost groaned hungrily when his finger slid in without resistance, 

“Aye,” Soap nodded, a hot blush blooming over his cheeks and creeping up to stain his ears red, “Been 'hinking ae this, wanted ye in mE!” Soap’s last word shot up into an ungainly yelp as Ghost pulled free his finger and slammed home with three. 

Ghost froze for a moment when Johnny shot a hand down to clutch at Ghost’s knee, only moving when Soap started grinding his hips down, reveling in the small sting and throb the sudden stretch had given him. Ghost’s free hand came up to fondle Soap’s balls, holding them in a firm grip and occasionally pulling them taut, making Johnny toss his head and gift him such pretty moans. He was careful not to accidentally pinch or squeeze too hard, they’d tried that type of play before and found it was just a bad hurt for Johnny. 

Soap would close his eyes and give into the pleasure building in his bones, if the sight of Ghost focused on making him feel good wasn’t so enrapturing. He reached his free hand down to lay on his stomach, cupping over his dick, but not touching. He’d been building this up in his head for so long, that now that it was happening he felt so worked up that if anything even brushed his dick he’d cum right there and then; and he wasn’t even close to being ready for this to be over. 

“Simon,” Soap moaned, lifting his head and pushing at Ghost’s hips with his heels, “In me. In me noo. please. please, mo chridhe. In me.” 

“Alright, Johnny,” Ghost soothed, pulling his fingers free and slicking over his cock with the gratuitous amounts of excess lube left behind. He always used more than was strictly necessary as Johnny didn’t like the burn of a dry stretch and they both liked it when they could easily hear Ghost fucking into Soap’s willing body. 

Lining his cock up with Johnny’s hole, Ghost let it rest there until Johnny couldn’t help but tease himself by rocking his hips down and sliding the head in, unable to take more in this position without Ghost’s help. Ghost waited until Johnny leveled him with a truly ferocious glare, then knocked the snarl off his face by slamming home all at once. Reveling in the ecstatic moan that ripped free of Johnny’s throat. 

Falling easily into Johnny’s favourite rhythm, Ghost bent forward to hook his hands under Johnny’s shoulders, pressing him tight up against his chest. Johnny’s arms and legs came up to wrap around him as he knew they would, and the Scot nuzzled at his cheek, begging for more kisses. They made out sloppily, with hard panting breaths and whispered adorations, until the sawing over his sweet-spot and the pressure of Ghost’s belly rubbing the against the sensitive length of his dick started to overwhelm Johnny. 

Ghost knew Johnny was close when his limbs tightened into a rib-creaking clutch and he buried his face into the crook of Ghost’s neck. He angled his hips to aim his cock so it was bullying directly into Johnny’s sweet-spot and slid a hand down Johnny’s back to rub a finger over his well-filled hole, teasing at pressing it in. 

The wet feeling of Johnny orgasming between their chests was completely overshadowed by the sensation of him sinking his teeth through Ghost’s skin. 

The unexpected pain sank its hot claws into Ghost’s hindbrain, lighting up his nerves and spurring the gluttonous beast that breathed only for Johnny awake. The sight of Johnny pulling away to throw his head back into the pillow, with his neck arched so trustingly and his panting mouth open to show Ghost’s blood staining his teeth red, made all of Ghost’s higher thinking die an inglorious death. 

He snapped his hips, driving hard into the hot clutch of Jonny’s insides, still listening carefully to the whining moans the building overstimulation was jolting out of Johnny for any signs of real discomfort. Reassured when Johnny just held Ghost closer, encouraging him on. Ghost fell into his own orgasm with a loud groan, instinctively grinding his hips into Johnny to plant his seed deep. 

“Ah’m sorry, Simon,” Johnny winced after they’d both come back themselves enough to start cleaning up. 

Ghost had gone into his attached bathroom to fetch a damp washcloth to wipe them down, and as he was running the warm flannel over Johnny’s belly he’d turned enough for Johnny to see the mark he’d bitten into the side of Ghost’s neck. It wasn’t small nor was it shallow. He’d only had just enough sense to not bite into the muscle by the looks of it. 

“Ye’ll have tae go tae medical,” Soap leaned up to prod assessingly at the skin around the near perfect impression of his teeth now carved into Ghost. 

“An’ how am I gonna explain this to them?” Ghost asked skeptically, “How’s that incident report gonna go? ‘Cause of injury: Feral Scot’.”

“Get tae fuck, ye smeggy bastard.” Johnny whapped at his arm, playing at being offended, “Donnae go then. Ge’ an infection, see if ah care.” 

Ghost caught the hand that had been hitting him, bringing it up to his lips for a kiss, slightly undermining the romantic gesture by nipping at Johnny’s knuckles. 

“Or you could take care of me.” he murmured against Johnny’s palm, lowering his head to gaze coyly at Johnny through his eyelashes.

Soap snatched his hand back and gave Ghost another whap for good measure, then got up to grab Ghost’s medical kit. 

Two weeks later Soap noticed that it wasn’t healing as well as Ghost’s scapes usually did, but didn’t have the time just then to try arguing Ghost into going to an actual medical professional to have them look it over. It promptly slipped his mind to bring up later, as he couldn’t see it under Ghost’s masks and he had a terrible memory for things that weren’t jumping out at him. 

Another week after that, they were hanging out in Ghost's room again -this time with all their clothes on- and the red, irritated, only mostly healed wound caught Johnny’s eye again. 

“Si, tha’ shoulda been healed over by noo,” He spoke up, reaching forward to pet over the slowly forming scar, “Ye really shoul’ le’ someone have a looksee.”

Ghost caught Johnny’s hand, pulling it down away from the bite mark and Johnny watched with some confusion as Ghost looked away with a pretty peachy blush creeping up his neck to settle high on his cheeks. 

“I uh-” He hesitated uncharacteristically, releasing Soap to hide his face in his hands.

“Si?” Soap pet a hand over Ghost’s arm, “Ye okay?”

“Yeah,” Ghost answered quickly, but didn’t uncover his face, “It’s- I’ve been-” 

Ghost let loose a despairing moan and Soap started pulling at his hands, well and truly concerned now. Ghost snapped his arms out to gather Soap up close to his chest then flopped them backwards onto the bed, rolling like a crocodile to pin Soap under him without any finesse.

Now hiding his face in Soap’s chest, Ghost could find it in himself to own up to the embarrassing truth. 

“I’ve been picking at the scab,” He confessed to Johnny’s sternum.

“Why’ve ye been doin’ tha?” Johnny asked, honest bafflement dancing in his tone.

A mortified groan tripped out of Ghost, pitching up into a reluctant whine. He brought all limbs in to squeeze at Johnny, rocking them as he struggled with the sheer levels of embarrassment that were rioting inside him.

“I wanted it to scar.” He eventually forced himself to say, not brave enough to look up at Johnny. 

“Tha’s-” A shiver quaked through Soap and Ghost dared a glance.

Johnny was staring down at him with eyes that bled lust. Ghost’s mouth dropped open and Johnny hauled him up to kiss the surprise off his face. 

“I love ye, Simon,” He groaned between kisses, “I love ye so much,”

Ghost let Johnny push them over and pin him on his back, feeling held in place more by the intensity of his gaze than by his hands. He stayed where he'd been put, content to lay belly-up and let Johnny show him just how much he loved the idea of Ghost wearing his mark for the rest of their lives.

Thank You For Reading!

This is actually my first try at writing pure long form smut with no twists or subversions, so I'm really not sure how well I did.

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All Eyes on Me - Chapter 8

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This fanfic will contain mature themes and topics (smut, abuse, power imbalance, drug use, alcohol dependency, control, and eating disorders). There will not be warnings throughout, so if you proceed with this fic, please bear this in mind!

It started in the hallway.

There was no argument. No build-up. No time to defuse. Just a slammed suitcase. A wrong look. A flash of fury that needed somewhere to land.

And she was always there. His favourite landing pad.

Jacob was already shouting when he followed her out of the bedroom. "You think I'm just going to stand here while you strut around the world like a half-naked trophy? You think I'm going to let you leave me for a year and play pretty little victim to every driver who gets hard at the sight of your tits?"

She didn't flinch. That always made it worse. "Grow up," she muttered, hauling her carry-on toward the front door, her heels clicking like gunfire on marble. "It's not about you."

Wrong answer.

He reached her in four steps. Grabbed her arm. The slap was fast. Her head snapped sideways, mouth open in shock but no sound coming out.

Then came the second. Lower. Vicious. A knee to her hip. Elbow to the ribs. A shove so hard her shoulder hit the wall with a crack.

She didn't fall. Not this time. But it left her winded. She wiped her mouth. Tasted blood. "I'm still going," she whispered.

He grabbed her jaw, shoved her against the wall, fingers bruising skin that already ached. "You're mine."

"No," she breathed. "I'm your fucking mirror. You hate me because I show you what you really are."

His face twisted. She watched him. Watched him realise he'd lost control again. Then she pulled herself out of his grip, grabbed her sunglasses, and walked out the door without slamming it.

She didn't need to. The silence that followed was louder than anything she could've said.

The jet was matte black. Custom. The logo on the tail: Victoria's Secret x F1.

It was all very glamorous from the outside. Cameras caught flashes of the girls boarding. Paparazzi waited behind barricades at the private terminal. Gigi smiled. Barbara blew a kiss. Lila waved half-asleep. Taylor kept her sunglasses on the entire time.

And Martha? Flawless. Not a hair out of place.

Wearing a black trench, thick gold hoops, Dior lip oil. Her walk was calm. Controlled. The It Girl version of don't ask me shit.

Inside the jet, everything was quiet luxury: velvet seats, tinted windows, champagne in crystal. Julia Thorne was already onboard reviewing her notes. Paul Williams was in the back, whispering into his earpiece. Karen was handing out colour-coded meal plans like edible contracts.

The NDA glam team was waiting. Two artists. One medic. All under orders.

Martha walked past the other girls, straight to the back, dropped her bag and sat without a word. She pulled her sunglasses off. The bruises had already bloomed. Purple at her cheekbone. Red at her jaw. A fingerprint deepening across her ribs.

No one asked. They just got to work.

Airbrush. Concealer. Green-corrector paste. A cold compress for the swelling. Injectables to soothe inflammation. Body foundation with a full-match tone. Highlight to blur the shadows. Tinted eye drops to cut the red.

She didn't flinch. Didn't blink. Just stared straight ahead, eyes locked on the ice bucket in front of her like it might offer peace.

"We're almost done," one of them whispered.

Martha nodded once. "I'm fine," she said, voice calm. "I have it under control."

Everyone nodded like they believed her. No one did.

Gigi passed her a glass of champagne on the way to her seat. She squeezed Martha's shoulder once before letting go.

That was all. No fuss. No drama. Not in public.

The jet took off.

And beneath the clouds, Jacob Elordi watched the live departure feed from his penthouse, glass in hand, jaw clenched, already calculating what it would take to get her back under his thumb.

The wheels touched down with a whisper of rubber against runway.

Outside the windows: heat. Haze. Tarmac that shimmered like it was about to catch fire.

Inside the jet: silence.

Not relaxed silence. Not peaceful silence. The kind that simmers.

Martha rolled her neck slowly as the pilot's voice crackled over the intercom. "Welcome to Bahrain. Current temperature: 38°C. You're cleared for ground access."

The girls unbuckled like they'd done it a hundred times. They had. But this? This was different.

This wasn't Paris, or Milan, or even a Met Gala exit through backdoors and service elevators. This was the campaign. The beginning of a year-long performance. And there were already flashes waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Gigi pulled her sunglasses from her bag and slid them on without looking. Taylor was breathing shallow, hands curled tightly into fists. Barbara swiped one more layer of lipstick across her mouth like war paint. Lila chewed gum with fake confidence, head tilted, lashes curled, but her heel was shaking. Martha stood last. Fixed her hoops. Straightened her tank top beneath her blazer. Pulled her sleeves down just far enough to cover what the concealer couldn't quite erase.

The stylist team stood by the door with final checks. Nothing obvious. Just eyes darting. Hems tugged. Hair re-fluffed. Powder re-pressed. 

And then, click. The door opened. And the heat hit like a fucking wave. They walked down the stairs one by one.

Gigi first—undeniable. In white silk and a smirk that could kill. Then Barbara, low bun, red lip, black dress like a bullet. Taylor followed, eyes hidden behind Versace lenses, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. Lila, half-dazed, floaty in champagne satin. And then Martha. Last. In black. Always. Long legs. Taller than she looked. Skin shining under bronzer and fear. And yet—unbothered. Always appearing unbothered.

The flashes started the second her foot hit the tarmac.

Cameras. Video. Live feeds. Heat shimmered around them. The click-click-click was deafening.

They didn't speak. They didn't need to. They walked. Like gods. Like ghosts. Like girls who had learned the difference between owning a room and surviving one.

Two black Escalades were waiting.

Julia was already there, holding an iPad, barking at someone on her earpiece. Karen stood with a clipboard, checking hydration levels and weighing eyebags like they were sins.

Paul was by the second SUV, watching. Always watching.

"Get in," Julia snapped, not even turning.

"Charming," Barbara muttered.

"Welcome to hell," Gigi whispered, climbing in.

Inside the car, the AC blasted cold and loud. Taylor curled against the window. Lila opened TikTok and immediately regretted it—already trending: THE ANGELS HAVE LANDED. Barbara took off her heels. Gigi pulled out her phone, scrolled through group chats, then typed one message:

Angel Girls Group Chat💋

Gigi: we're officially on the fucking grid

Barbara: if pierre gasly tries to talk to me i'm kneeing him in the dick

Lila: i feel sick is that normal

Taylor: martha okay?

There was a pause. Everyone looked at her. Martha was staring out the window, lip caught between her teeth.

Martha: im fine. let's work.

The hotel was white stone and endless glass. Private villas. Cold water in crystal bottles. Six guards at the entrance.

The girls were escorted straight into the Victoria's Secret war room. Outfits lined the racks. Heels. Heat-resistant jumpsuits. Sheer coverups. Lingerie custom-fitted to wear beneath the branded teamwear. Every inch of the room screamed: manufactured femininity.

Paul briefed them. "You'll each be photographed at your assigned garages. There will be a walk-through with the drivers tomorrow. Full hair and makeup at 5AM. Mercedes and McLaren want exclusive content with Martha. Lila, you're Red Bull and VCARB, so you'll have the most press. Taylor, you're with Alonso. Don't look nervous."

"I am nervous," Taylor muttered.

Barbara whispered something to Gigi. Lila immediately reached for a mint. Martha didn't speak.

Her eyes locked on the board behind Paul: F1 x VS – Day 1: The Entrance. 

Underneath that?

The full list of drivers. And right next to Lewis Hamilton, her name. Her photo. Her job.

***

The suite was the size of a small nightclub.

Martha had the penthouse, obviously. Two bedrooms. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Views of the Gulf. Marble so white it glowed. Pillows that cost more than plane tickets. And a dining table large enough to host a photoshoot on.

At 8:47PM, the girls were barefoot, drunk, and blissfully undressed. Taylor was in a slip dress so sheer it barely counted. Lila was in a towel and nothing else. Gigi had lost her bra and was half-curled on the rug in a mess of limbs and laughter. Barbara was pouring the third—or maybe fifth—bottle of champagne. Martha? Black silk robe. Nothing underneath. Gold anklet. One leg tucked under her on the couch. A cigarette burning slowly in her left hand.

The air was hazy with smoke and heat and girlhood. A line of cocaine ran clean across the coffee table, casually laid out next to strawberries, scattered stilettos, and half-melted hotel macarons.

Taylor was already high. Not out-of-control high. Just good high. Loose high. The kind where she giggled at everything and occasionally forgot what she was laughing at.

Lila kept throwing gummy bears into Gigi's cleavage. "They bounce."

"Because I paid good money for this shit," Gigi replied, fishing one out with zero dignity and eating it.

Barbara wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and leaned across the couch toward Martha.

"Okay," she said. "Spill."

Martha blinked. "What?"

"You're tense."

"I'm always tense."

"You're silently tense. That's worse."

Gigi sat up, hair a mess. "Wait, did Jacob freak about the campaign?"

Martha said nothing. Taylor sat up straighter. "He freaked, didn't he."

Martha took a drag from her cigarette. Exhaled slow.

Then shrugged. "He hit me."

No one moved. No dramatic gasps. No sobbing. No shocked faces. Just a beat of stillness.

Then. "Where?" Barbara asked, already checking her knuckles like she was ready to swing.

"Ribs. Hip. Face. Not bad." Martha took another drag. "He's getting lazy."

Taylor threw her head back and groaned. "He's such a fucking dick."

"He's always been a dick," Gigi added, pouring another glass. "But a boring one now."

Lila blinked, already halfway into the cocaine haze. "Why is he still alive?"

Martha smiled. Just barely. "Because killing him would be too fast."

Barbara passed her the rolled-up note. "To surviving him, then."

Martha leaned forward. Snorted the line like she was inhaling a lifeline. Sat back, head tilted.

"Cheers," she said.

"Cheers," the others echoed.

Gigi raised her glass. "To not giving a fuck."

Taylor clinked hers against it. "To girls who get high before breakfast and still close the show."

Lila added hers. "To us. The hottest messes alive."

Barbara leaned into Martha, resting her head on her shoulder. "To Martha. Who looks like a goddamn saint even when she's bleeding."

Martha laughed. A low, real one. "You bitches are the only thing keeping me from walking into traffic."

Gigi kicked her leg. "Well, duh. If you die, we all have to go to rehab, and I'm not missing Milan for a detox retreat."

Lila held up a gummy bear. "To trauma bonding."

They all howled. And just like that, the tension cracked. The conversation shifted. Gossip flowed.

"Pierre sent me a DM with the eye emoji."

"George is so into Martha. You know he's rehearsing pickup lines in the mirror."

"Daniel's gonna say something absolutely obscene within five seconds of meeting us."

"Logan looks like he cries after sex."

"I hope Lewis is weird."

Martha just smiled and sipped her drink. She didn't need to join in.

She just existed there, held in the centre of it all. Covered in bruises and glitter and secrets and love. Her girls didn't ask her to be okay. They didn't need her to explain. They didn't treat her like a victim. They just gave her space. Poured her drinks. Laughed beside her.

The room smelled like sugar, smoke, and Chanel No. 5 spilled across white sheets. The speakers were playing some soft French indie track Lila had found on a playlist called "Songs to Cry While Taking Off Mascara," but no one was crying.

Not tonight.

Gigi was laid out on the floor in nothing but a robe and gold chain, feet propped on Martha's lap. Taylor was refilling flutes with a hand so steady it was criminal. Barbara had commandeered the leftover room service and was spooning caviar onto Doritos with zero shame. Lila was dancing. Just... by herself. In slow, floaty circles. One AirPod in. Eyes half-closed. Lip-glossed and glitter-smeared.

Martha hadn't moved much. She was leaned back into the couch, cigarette long gone, hair falling down her back like something out of a fashion ad shot during a breakdown.

"Okay," Barbara said through a mouthful. "Real question. Who's most likely to fuck a driver first?"

"Pierre," Gigi said immediately.

"Oh, him for sure," Taylor chimed in.

"No, us fucking them, not them fucking us," Barbara clarified, licking salt off her fingers.

"Oh," Gigi grinned wickedly. "Then obviously me."

Martha rolled her eyes, smiling. "Please. You'll flirt with them, ghost them, and be on a yacht with Jude Bellingham before they even recover."

"True," Gigi shrugged.

"You could at least get a free watch first," Taylor added.

Lila twirled, collapsed dramatically onto the couch. "Can we make a spreadsheet?"

Barbara grabbed a napkin and a lipstick. "Top contenders. Go."

"Lando," Gigi offered. "Because he's cute, and Martha would turn him inside out."

Martha blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Don't even deny it," Gigi said, waving her flute. "You and Lando? Power couple. Chaotic. Adorable. Horny. He'd literally worship the ground you walk on. He's also probably amazing at head because he talks too much."

Taylor snorted into her drink.

"Or—hear me out—Charles," Gigi continued. "He'd treat you like a princess. Sensitive. Sooo polite. The kind of guy who'd buy you flowers after you ghost him."

"He'd cry during sex," Barbara added.

"I like that," Martha admitted. "Emotionally available dick is rare."

"Also..." Gigi's voice dropped. "Lewis."

All eyes turned. Martha sipped her drink, unreadable.

"I'm just saying," Gigi went on. "You like older guys. He's sexy. Mysterious. Probably reads poetry and gives forehead kisses. Imagine the tabloid headlines."

Martha didn't speak. Didn't need to.

Taylor squealed. "Oh my God, you do have a thing for him."

"She wants to be called 'babygirl' by a seven-time world champion," Barbara teased.

"You want to sit on that man's face and manifest world peace," Gigi added.

"I am literally in a relationship, so maybe I just want to be left alone," Martha deadpanned.

All of them groaned. "Lame." "Boring." 

"Liar," Lila whispered, giggling into Martha's neck.

"Fine," Gigi said. "If not a driver, get a sugar daddy. Toto? Andrea Stella? Fred? Just pick a Team Principal with a yacht and trauma."

"Fred would be fun," Taylor said. "He'd buy you shoes and pretend he's not obsessed."

"Toto would ruin you," Barbara added.

"And Andrea would apologise every time he spanked you," Gigi finished.

The room exploded. Laughter shook the walls. Gigi was doubled over. Lila rolled off the couch. Taylor spit champagne. Barbara clutched her chest like she was dying. Martha just smirked.

She loved them like this: unfiltered, no cameras, no stakes. Just girls. Feral. Beautiful. Addicted to the rush of being alive when the world kept trying to sedate them.

"So," she said, lips glossy and smirking. "How do we think the boys took it?"

Martha raised an eyebrow. "The campaign?"

Barbara nodded, lazy and drunk. "The whole lingerie-clad bombshells invading the paddock thing."

Taylor snorted. "They probably screamed."

"I bet Pierre passed out," Gigi said, already giggling. "You know he follows all of us. He probably has a secret Pinterest board titled 'boobs and angels.'"

"George definitely screamed," Lila chimed in. "Like... out loud."

"George definitely rehearsed how to say 'hi' to each of us," Barbara added. "In the mirror. Naked. With scented candles on."

Taylor wheezed.

"Daniel," Gigi said, eyes shining. "Oh my God. Daniel's going to treat this like a strip club hosted by Vogue."

"He's going to flirt with everyone," Martha murmured.

Gigi smirked. "Even the team principals."

Lila sat up. "Wait, wait—who's going to be weird about it?"

"Max," all five girls said in unison.

They erupted into laughter again.

Gigi wiped a tear. "Max is going to act like we personally offended him by existing."

Taylor did a deep, gravelly voice. "'I am here to race, not to flirt with models.'"

Barbara dropped her champagne on the rug and rolled over, dying.

"Dead serious, though," Gigi said after they calmed down, "do we think any of them are going to be cold? Like actually rude?"

"Logan might be awkward," Taylor offered. "Like scared puppy energy."

"He's a baby," Lila agreed.

"Charles won't be rude," Gigi said. "He'll just be weirdly intense. Like the kind of guy who tries to make meaningful eye contact and accidentally makes it horny."

Barbara rolled onto her stomach. "Oscar's going to malfunction."

"He's going to overthink the handshake," Taylor agreed. "He'll do the awkward one where you're not sure if it's a shake or a wave and then you both end up touching elbows."

Lila gasped. "What if we make them sweat on purpose?"

Martha finally smiled again. "You mean... flirt aggressively?"

"Yes," Lila said, eyes wide. "Like, walk into the paddock like we're there to cause problems."

Barbara grinned. "You want to make F1 horny and afraid."

"I want to be a terror in heels," Lila whispered, starry-eyed.

Taylor threw a pillow at her. Gigi sat up. "Okay but real talk, what about the team principals?"

Everyone paused. Because yeah. The drivers were one thing.

But the team principals? Whole different breed.

Martha lifted her glass. "Scary dad energy. Across the board."

Barbara nodded. "Toto is definitely the dad who never yells but is somehow more terrifying than the one who does."

"Christian's the one who'd rat you out to your parents after pretending to be the cool uncle," Gigi said.

"Zak Brown is definitely going to try to be nice and get everyone's names wrong," Taylor added. "'Martha, I mean Barbara, I mean Taylor—whatever, you look fabulous!'"

Lila flopped back dramatically. "Fred's going to flirt and then pretend it didn't happen."

"Otmar will be too scared to make eye contact," Gigi said. "I bet he leaves the room every time we walk in."

Barbara held up a hand. "But here's the real concern..." The room went still. She dropped her voice. "What if one of them likes us too much?"

Everyone groaned.

"Imagine," Taylor whispered. "Being cornered by Franz Tost at the hospitality tent while he explains aerodynamics for thirty-seven uninterrupted minutes."

"Guenther's either going to hate us or propose," Gigi said. "There's no in-between."

"Mike Krack will literally ask us to leave," Barbara added.

"Fred's going to ask if I want wine within three seconds," Gigi said proudly.

"I think Andrea will be sweet," Taylor offered, trying to be diplomatic. "Like nervous-sweet. He'll probably Google how to talk to us."

"He's going to ask us our skincare routines," Lila said seriously.

"He's going to write them down," Barbara added.

They all collapsed again. And somewhere between the laughter, the chaos, and the deep, giddy swirl of girlhood, the tension finally broke.

[cbs-scorpion-coffee-shop]

Hey guys, I got a question about Jacob and Newt.

For context: I felt like the​ writing of the last 2 movies didn't do him justice along with the main charact​er​s​​​, and instead put way too many side characters (like Lita and the whole Yusuf subplot) so I decided to wri​t​e​​​ a fanfic version​ with more focus on the main character development.

Now Jacob and Newt are best friends and Newt has always operated on a single belief: all life is sacred. He goes out of his way to save all matter of life and refuses to harm or show hostility. He uses disarming spells and startles or trips his enemies. The direction his character was going was that he has to be willing to fight, harm and even kill to protect what he loves, and the second movie steered him in that direction at the end, but the third one ended without him doing anything drastic, and when he was in danger, Jacob had to do the fighting for him. I plan to escalate the conflict to a life and death situation, and at the climax of his story, Newt will have to actually kill someone to save his beasts and friends. My question is this:

When the conflict eacalates into a life and death situation and lives have to be taken, will Jacob as a solider go "Ok, this is conflict. This is war. Shit has to be done" and then actually harm and kill, and be the one to take charge since Newt can't do it yet, or will he, like most protagonists, be like "No, this is wrong. There has to be another way." And let someone else like Dumbledore take charge?

[blackwolfstabs]

songs & lyrics that resonate with Laura Franco

towards Jacob Sullivan

Grenade - Bruno Mars

gave you all I had, and you tossed it in the trash. you tossed it in the trash, you did. to give me all your love is all i ever asked. ⦁ you know I'd do anything for you. I would go through all this pain, take a bullet straight through my brain. yes, I would die for you, baby. but you won't do the same. ⦁ if my body was on fire, you'd watch me burn down in flames. you said you loved me, you're a liar.

2. Mr. Perfectly Fine - Taylor Swift

// literally the entire song

3. Where It Ends - Bailey Zimmerman

then you told me that you don't love me no more. you're the last thing that I thought I'd lose, all I ever wanted was to be loved by you. ⦁ you're the best thing that ever happened to me. you showed me what true love shouldn't be. I found myself the second I gave up on us.

It Ain't Your Place - Ashley Cooke

// the entire song

4. 10 Things I Hate About You - Leah Kate

// again... the entire song

5. Over For You - Morgan Evans

you don't have to stay, no, but can I say before you go? I would've searched the whole world over for you, took a flight through the night to be that shoulder for you. I would've let go, if you wanted me to. how many times did you say you loved me when it wasn't true? ⦁ what do you tell your parents? what do you tell yourself? was it something I was missing? or is there someone else? ⦁ maybe someday, I'll be okay, but right now, I don't know... you used to tell me everything, and that's what hurts the most. it would be easier if I hated you, but I still miss the person that I thought I knew. ⦁ I'm just wondering, how long has it been over? I'm still wondering... how long has it been over for you?

6. All Too Well - Taylor Swift

maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, but maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up. running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well. and you call me up again, just to break me like a promise. so casually cruel in the name of being honest. I'm a crumpled-up piece of paper lying here, 'cause I remember it all, all, all too well. ⦁ 'cause there we are again, when I loved you so, back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known.

7. Better Man - Taylor's Version

I know I'm probably better off on my own than loving a man who didn't know what he had when he had it. and I see the permanent damage you did to me. never again, I just wish I could forget when it was magic. ⦁ push my love away, like it was some kind of loaded gun. oh, you never thought I'd run. ⦁ I hold onto this pride, because these days, it's all I have. and I gave to you my best, and we both know you can't say that. ⦁ I wish you were a better man. I wonder what we would've become, if you were a better man. we might still be in love, if you were a better man. you would've been the one, if you were a better man.

8. Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

I don't like your little games, don't like your tilted stage. the role you made me play of the fool. ⦁ I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. ⦁ I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined. ⦁ I'll be the actress starring in your bad dream. ⦁ I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead.

thank you to @thornedclover for letting me take this idea of hers and make one for Laura!

here's her original post of Anora Mikheeva's version ���

these, ofc aren't all the songs + lyrics i could put with this character but people lose interest at some point, so i tried to put the ones that hit hard.

i plan on doing more of these in the future, especially one for Sam and another for Laura but towards Monster 🥰

[annabelletanaka-theforceofnature]

"Project plan"

Hello there! As I said in my last post, Elaiza and Irvin are back! *party sounds* Yey. But I want to inform you that they will no longer have any stories and connection with the Harry Potter Hogwarts mystery game's plot and story or even second stories. Also my version won't be called Hogwarts Mystery, but I decided to call it "HOGWARTS ADVENTURES". The main plot in my plan is that Elaiza and Irvin will explore and live more of Hogwarts, they will be more connected to mythological creatures present in the Scottish/English stories, the main challenge will be connected with Jacob and, most importantly, There won't be any villain (like all the story of R, which I think it lost a lot of sense) but .... But I will give them a "school enemy".

I won't give too many spoilers, but I tell you that I will take some of the Non-Playable Characters from the game as a base for new and I hope more interesting characters.

I want to remind you that I will have some Exceptions: Samantha O'Connell (from author and great friend @flareshin ) and Angelo Lancaster (from author and soul brother @angellazull ) .

Hope you will like it and enjoy this story.

Ciao ciao 🔮

[feroshgirlsims]

The Save File Chronicles Catch-Up Post #1

Happy 2025! After a long winter nap, I’ve finally got some chapters ready that will start coming out next week. But since it’s been a while and I’ve got some new followers, I figured it was a good time for a summary post. If you want to dive into the story with the next chapter, this is your guide. 

Before you embark—

The Save File Chronicles is a “slice of life with a side of bloodshed” story. By that, I mean you should be prepared for occult shit and everyday life drama, along with plenty of violence, bloodshed, and mayhem. Also, sex. This is a paranormal romance about deeply unhinged, morally gray characters who get happy endings.

In other words, mature themes for 18+ with a plot that is wacky, cozy, and sometimes dark. 

It’s totally okay if this is not your vibe, and you want to nope out now! I’m not offended. But if this sounds like your thing, read on. 

The Premise

Our story begins with an excerpt from The Afterlife for Gods and Monsters. In it, Time and her wife, The Universe, welcome a new set of gods and monsters to the great beyond. It’s called The Space Between Universes because there are multiple worlds, each an alternate version of each other—as if someone had multiple save files with the same set of characters… 

The space between universes isn’t anything so dreamy as the old myths portend. There’s no feeling of weightlessness or enchanting choral music, and certainly, no gossamer hands gently guiding you toward a welcoming light. 

The important thing to know here is that everything dies, including worlds. Each time one does, the Divine Creators shunt off its gods, monsters, and other powerful supernaturals to a special version of the Hereafter while they decide their fate. There is always a new world to be reborn into, but there are no promises about who—

—Or what you’ll be.

This time, the Divine Creators welcomed four beings: Alice Martin (the God of Death), Miko Ojo (Fate Itself), William Redding (King of the Vampires), and Vladislaus Straud (Fear Itself) are all processed and sent to a new universe with no memories of their former powers. 

But it is not a world without magic ‌or mystery, and the call to follow the otherworldly is strong. 

The Characters

The Save File Chronicles is a massive story with tons of characters, but the first arc revolves around this group:

Alice Martin is trying hard not to let her ganja habit impede her classes. After surviving an abusive relationship, she finally feels ready to date again and joins Cupid’s Corner. She immediately connects with a deeply odd law school student named Vladislaus Straud. 

Meanwhile, her best friend and roommate, Miko Ojo, is struggling with the pressure of being a TA, and an intrusive voice that just won’t leave her alone. Mortifyingly, she gets a UTI while hearing her fellow TAs gossip about her in the bathroom.

Across campus, dying from boredom on a library tour, William Redding uses his boyfriend as an excuse to skip out from under the watchful eye of his socialite mother and politician father. His actual plans, however, involve planning a hookup with a man who isn’t his boyfriend and meeting up with his best friend, Vladislaus Straud. 

Vlad is new to Cupid’s Corner, too. A self-professed curmudgeon who finds sims and social situations completely overwhelming, he is also trying to put himself out there again after a nasty breakup.

Actually, Jacob’s exact words were that Vlad lacked a conscience and a heart. The first part was accurate, but the second part? The second part filled Vlad with an unending desire to flay open his chest and see if it was true.

Vlad connects with Alice and so the lives of these four “random” sims become entwined. 

Later, a mysterious fae named Akira Kibo enrolls in classes on an assignment from La Cosa Simstra, a supernatural organized crime family headed up by The Devil Himself, Jacques Villareal. Akira is all the things you’ve heard about the fae: beautiful, cruel, enigmatic—  

—And a raging asshole who becomes obsessed with Alice and Vlad.

The Plot

We meet our lovely characters as they are making their way through graduate school at Britechester University. Alice is desperate to avoid failing out of school by pulling off a photography project about a secret society on campus. She drags Miko to observe one of their secret meet-ups, and things get…weird as shit.

The members of the secret society take notice of their two stalkers and give chase. 

Alice and Miko escape, but not before a nearby werewolf observes the whole situation and reports back to Jacques. 

Jacques is curious about why the secret society would chase these two sims, but not kill them. He orders Akira to enroll in college and monitor Miko and Alice, hoping to discover some secrets he can use to destroy spellcaster society, which he blames for the death of his wife. 

Alice vows not to give up on uncovering the secrets of the weird cult on campus, but she has to balance her ambition with her dating life. She agrees to meet with Vlad, who is completely stressed out about the whole thing.

“I told you. I have a date, and after a series of messages in which she defended her gloriously wrong Tea & Treachery opinions and rebuked my use of the word ‘precipitous’ at least three times, I have decided that she is, in fact, perfect. So I…I don’t want her to be disappointed by me.” 

While Alice and Miko were running from dastardly cloaked figures, he was easing his boredom by causing chaos at Lairs and Llamas. During the game, he purposefully picks a fight with William’s boyfriend, Christopher. After being chastised and helping his sister bury the body of an intruder, he spends the week stressing over what to wear.

Eventually, the date happens, and Vlad and Alice discover that while they are both complete weirdos, they are weirdos in a way that works for both of them. 

“If you had any supernatural power, what would it be?” “Paralyzing sims with fear and the ability to become a sentient mist so I could leave any conversation.” He taps a finger to his lip, “And enough strength to crush someone’s bones.” “Messy,” Alice giggles. “What are you gonna do with all that bone dust?”

They decide to keep dating and depart the record store they were hanging out in with no idea that the sim Alice thought was stalking them was the ghost of a dead student who had been missing for months. 

They also didn’t notice Akira carefully stalking them and using his glamour to hide his tracks. Akira confronts the ghost of the dead student, hoping to get details about what Vlad and Alice discussed. It goes poorly because, as previously mentioned, Akira is an asshole. 

He leaves and takes a call from his sister, Titania (yes, that Titania), and is subsequently struck by supernatural lightning because, as everyone knows—

Miko and William, meanwhile, are dealing with their own drama. William’s boyfriend breaks up with him after the fight with Vlad (partially because of the fight, partially because of the booty calls with sims that aren’t him). 

The size of William’s ego makes this difficult to process.

Miko is cracking under the pressure, as well. After nearly passing out from her UTI, her fellow TA, Emmett Pollock, helps her recover. 

The voice in her head becomes slightly more supportive after that, encouraging her to spend more time with Emmett, stay the hell away from Vlad, and informs her she is not a sim. 

It's the perfect time for a run-in with Akira who doesn’t look or act like any sim Miko ever met. 

Coincidentally, Emmett shows up again, and Akira disappears. Grateful for the intervention, and feeling a little crush, she goes for coffee with Emmett and accepts his help to get a job at an Apothecary Shop in Glimmerbrook.

The run-in with Miko freaks Akira out too, or at least makes him frustrated. A fae’s glamour is impenetrable, and he can’t figure out how she saw through it.

It doesn’t help that he had the strangest dream about two women calling themselves Time and the Universe. He made some sort of deal with them to be reborn into this world, but the details are hazy and make little sense. 

The next morning, Akira finds Alice poking around in his backyard. After confronting her over her dangerous method of getting photos of a poisonous plant, he agrees to spend the afternoon with her on campus. 

He can’t deny the way he feels drawn to her, possessive even, and so even though it breaks every rule he has in place to protect himself, he makes a promise to her. 

It’s a promise to watch a dumb-ass reality tv show, but still, he’s desperate to see her again. 

After fighting a pack of goblins and running down a sim in the Devil’s debt, he pops over to Henford-on-Bagley to observe his other obsession: Vlad.

Maybe familiarity is what draws him to Vladislaus. Akira finds him beautiful in a way that’s very different from Alice. She’s all sunshine and fire with curls he wants to wrap around his fingers and lips he wants to bite. But Vladislaus is like the fae—compelling but dangerous. Even with a black eye, he’s so unnaturally pretty that his features seem to be arranged wrong. 

Akira is sure that he is using his glamour, but unbeknownst to him, Vlad sees right through it.

Seeing a supernatural creature sends Vlad into a spiral.

Getting Vlad out of his obsessive tailspin is a strange process. His father and grandfather hunt him in the woods with actual weapons. 

They tell him he needs a boss to keep him from burning the world to the ground. 

And Vlad’s attitude toward injuries is odd, too:

Once, someone broke the shank of a screwdriver off in his arm. He could have just let it disappear, but his parents were insistent, so like everything else that he does because it's “what sims do,” he sliced open his bicep and dug it out. 

He returns to campus after his breakdown and immediately seeks Alice and offers to help her with research about the secret society. When she makes a joke about being his boss, Vlad decides that she should definitely be in charge. 

The delight etched across Alice’s face at the idea of being in charge of him is enough to send Vlad into the stratosphere. It also spawns a fantasy that makes his pulse race. Something inside him unwinds and stretches. It wraps fingers around his rib cage and peers out past his heart, pleased and bound.  “Yes, I do very well with specific instructions. Feel free to demand whatever you want.” 

And now you’re caught up!

Obviously, this isn’t every single detail, but it should let you jump in when Chapter 9 comes out later this week. We’ll be picking up right where things left off in the room with Vlad getting his…uh…boss. 

If you’re interested in reading everything in order, you can start here. 

If you want to read about Jacques Villareal and La Cosa Simstra’s feud with the spellcasters as a standalone, you can read it here.

And last but not least, I release side stories about households outside of my current set of main characters. If they become relevant to the plot, I link them, but otherwise, they are just a glimpse into the world outside of these lunatics I write about.

Although if you read them, you’ll end up with insights that our main characters don’t have. You can check them out here. 

[quia-nominor--leo]

tagged by @priestperverter! favourite colour: Gold or red.

last song: The Wake of the Medusa by the Pogues because xuan put it in the Hopkins playlist.

last film: Lawrence of Arabia under the influence of Lynn.

last book: The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail (don't ask).

last tv show: One Piece Live Action and I enjoyed every second of it! I've never watched or read One Piece anime/manga but the Netflix version was so much fun I might have to reconsider. Although. I should be working on a Naruto rewatch.

currently reading: The Last Continent by Terry Pratchett and The Books of Jacob by Olga Tokarczuk. I need to read through Antigonick for next book club though.

currently watching: Supernatural. Yeah I started it end of 2023 and I'm still not finished.

sweet/savoury/spicy: Sweet. Always sweet.

coffee/tea: Tea and lot's of it! Coffee gives me heart palpitations :/

currently craving: The lemon chicken from the chinese place on the corner of the street where my mum lives back home.

relationship status: I have a headache.

last google search: "german to english google translate" (long suffering sigh).

looking forward to: Well the weather has been nice the past few days and should remain so, so I guess I'm looking forward to generally being outside after a couple of weeks of being sick indoors. I'm also planning to visit home sometime in June and I'm looking forward to being able to sit on my balcony and roast in the heat and the sun like the lizard that I am.

current obsession(s): Erm I think it's gonna have to be C. Trebonius since I've been spending so much time constructing a timeline for him, but also I go through food phases a lot and I've been eating aubergine almost every day, so that counts. Oh! Also Dundy. Of course.

no pressure tags: I think most of the mutuals have been tagged already but just in case - @winteryserpent, @wardentabriis, @penissuperfluous, @thetyger, @thesilliestpotato. And anyone who sees this and wants to join in can consider themselves tagged too!

[the-ace-with-spades]

Almost finished with the last chapter of just hold my hand and questioning whether to write one more, so here are some bits that didn't (won't) make it into the fic

tw mpreg

• Jake and Bradley won't ever name their kid after someone, at least not exactly the same way, but they're okay with using some version of their parents' names, or will use it as a second names if exact same, like with the twin girls (Tommy Carole and Nicky Patricia). The exception is of course their boy, PJ (Peter Jacob), because Jake wanted some kind of name that can be shortened to XJ, like CJ, AJ, etc. Peter is also Jake's (late) dad's second name. Jake's family has a tradition of doing all of the above with all their kids.

• PJ is definitely daddy's boy (Bradley's) and he's extremely shy around strangers. Even when he was an infant and technically couldn't recognize people, he'd get very fussy when someone who wasn't Bradley or Jake's mom would hold him. Yes, this applies to Jake as well - he was on deployment the first few months after PJ was born and when he came back, PJ would regard him as stranger for the first couple of months. He accepts only a couple of people, including his favorite aunt, Nat. He's also a quiet, angel of a baby.

• Ronnie is also quiet but not as much of an angel. I've mentioned it but she has speech development issues and instead communicates in different ways - this includes being a bit more touchy and more expressive with her body language as well as simply trying to do/get what she needs herself without asking for help. They've taken her to her paediatrician but she wasn't too worried as she seems to be developing well socially and has plenty of support and examples at home.

• Both Ronnie and PJ are a bit clingy, just because Bradley spent a lot of time with them when he was on maternity leave/pregnancy leave/office duty due to the timing of the both pregnancies being so close. The twins were more used to staying with Jake's ma and had been going to the nursery/preschool most of their lives so they're the most social and the most independent of the kids. (I also think they have ADHD and are a bit oblivious to social cues...)

• The first pregnancy wasn't planned. (I might allude to it in the fic so spoilers) Bradley and Jake were actually broken up when Bradley found out - it had been Bradley who started getting a bit scared and had his issues resurfacing and did the breaking up when Jake started being more serious about them. This has happened before and Bradley would always come back within a month so Jake was going to just wait it out - he didn't know it, but this time Bradley was more adamant and had planned to be transferred and have that break up be permanent. The whole plan changed when he was pregnant just because he couldn't be stationed at Atsugi and because he felt like Jake should have a chance to be present in the baby's life. It took Jake half the pregnancy for him to actually get them to move in back together (and that only happened because Bradley was having trouble getting by alone in his apartment) and then almost another month for Bradley to actually let them get back together - he had a lot of issues before but after he found out he was pregnant it was like he started worrying about them about three times as much. It was a very emotional time for them.

• Bradley started therapy before the twins were born and Jake proposed to him when they were still in the hospital after labour (not very romantic but Bradley liked it) and married when the twins were around six months old, no ceremony, just them, the twins and Jake's ma

• The second pregnancy was planned. It was Bradley who brought up that he wanted another kid - Jake had been thinking about it for some time but remembering that pregnancy wasn't easy on Bradley, he didn't want to pressure him. It took them ten very frustrating months but another nines months later Ronnie (Veronica Rose) was born. Her second name was Jake's memaw's first name and Veronica is a name Bradley's mom really liked for a girl.

• The third pregnancy was kinda planned - they knew they wanted another kid, they just thought they would wait a couple of years before trying so it was a surprise when not even a few months later and during Bradley's flight fitness physical it turned out he was pregnant again.

• Obviously, the fourth pregnancy wasn't planned at all. They haven't talked about having more kids, but neither was opposed to, even if it was implied they would wait at least a couple of years so Bradley could get back into service for some time.

• Bradley did have problems with work related to having kids -- each time there had been offers (that sounded more like orders...) of early retirement or switch to non-flight positions and a lot of pressure to take them. Each offer and its rejection was followed by some shit happening - first time around, they put Bradley on alternative jobs that were too physical for his condition or gave him minimal maternity leave ultimateum; second time around, it was Jake's deployment being moved from after the due date to before and during the due date, Jake being sent abroad for special training way more often than anyone else. It was also why Bradley was held back from being sent to Top Gun, the argument being 'we send you there, you take a place of someone who won't get pregnant and be out of action for months'. It changed when he and Jake transferred from Oceana to Lemoore, partially due to Ice's influence behind scenes. 

• Jake had been amazing through each pregnancy, even if the first one was an adventure of trials and errors. Bradley was very stubborn and emotional and Jake had the patient of a saint and didn't take it that personal whenever Bradley would explode/reject/etc at him. But also pregnancy wasn't the easiest on Bradley (each time, the last 2-3 months he'd end up on med leave, not because he was high risk but because the symptoms were quite intense), also in the emotional sense (he's really sensitive to hormone changes) so Jake tried to make it as easy as possible on him each time.

• Further into the future, Mav will pretend he can actually tell no to the kids (he can't) but Ice straight up melted and doesn't even try to say otherwise. It's enough that they mention something once and Ice already makes up a plan to get/do it for them...

�� Mav is also absolutely hypnotized by Bradley's baby bump once it shows, always so taken back when he sees it. He'd be glued up to his side if he didn't know how much it annoys him (and if Hangman was always nearby and taking the spot already...)

• Jake's ma, Pat, is quick friends with Ice (she teaches him to knit and quilt). Mav is friendly with her but it takes him awhile to warm up to her completely - mostly because he's kinda jealous? that she was there for the boys the whole time, since the twins were born, while Bradley never even thought to reach out to them or even just tell them about the kids (even if he knows it was his own fault)

• Mav and Ice also have different perspectives on Bradley having kids. Mav never thought about it, having Bradley stuck on being barely 18 in his head, and Ice always knew that Bradley would eventually make his own family, he just prayed they would be included in it.

• The first time Mav watches the kids, the twins lose their front teeth. They trip and don't even cry but when Mav checks them out, they're each missing one of the front teeth. He absolutely panics, thinking that Bradley will absolutely hate him and will never let him watch or even see the kids and then Hangman comes to pick them up and he's ready to be ripped to shreds and Jake just goes, "Oh, yeah, they've been moving the whole week. Did you keep them for the tooth fairy?" Ice makes fun of him for weeks for this even though he'd be scared shitless too, if that happened with him.

• Jake and Mav eventually do have a truce, even if they still are a bit sharp with each other. It's the typical (if less toxic) in-laws relation where Mav still thinks Bradley could do better and where Jake still thinks Mav had been a bit of a crappy dad and has a slightly limited trust in him (mostly follows Bradley's cur tho). Ice likes Jake for Bradley a lot tho.

Could go on but I'll leave it here...

[pixie-skull]

My 377th edit and after couple (maybe three) more Disney couples in this accidentally "what if kid(s) of Disney couple", I am going to take a break on editing in general. Likely a short while, but my first job this week been testing my patience, and I am looking forward to my second job as a change of pace.

So I introduce you to the twins of (Cinder)Ella x Charming (/ Christopher or Kit, thank you @airasora for giving poor the guy a formal name XD), Jacob and Wilhelm.

Yes, I named these identical twins after the famous Brothers Grimm, who wrote down a lot of Fairytales that up before them were spoken/oral said, as opposed not written. Which of course included Cinderella (even though thank you @little-bloodied-angel for months ago informing me there Chinese influences). I used all three Cinderella's and I can see why fellow editors including @night130 like Cinderella as a character, she has fun arches, outfits, and overall the movies offer a lot of fun editing material.

Now seeing these two young lads being identical twins, their traits are shared, so I just nicknamed them as JW:

JW's hair's color from Cinderella (I know it is depicted she had yellow-blonde hair before becoming strawberry blonde, which yes can happen. 3/4 of my full siblings had pale blonde hair and now have very dark hair)

Eye color from Cinderella

JW's nose from Charming/Christopher

Eyebrows color and shape, Charming/Christopher

Skin tone, I attempted in between, but looks more Charming/Christopher

Ear types from Charming/Christopher

I should have had mention this in my previous edit with Aurora x Philip, if characters have such black dots for eyes, I am going to take that as dark brown eyes. Hence why those two kids(not always going to do twins) had brown eyes, as Philip does have brown eyes, but both grandparents' have just black dots for eyes, so four people with brown eyes VS Aurora's blue-violet eyes, yes brown will genetically passed down. An example (and a future couple) Esmeralda x Phoebus, Esmeralda has green eyes, but Philip has brown eyes as he has just black dots.

So with Cinderella blue eyes X Charming/Christopher's brown eyes, it is a 50/50 chances of either, but because Charming/Christopher's parents have one with green eyes and other brown, it makes sense he would end up brown eyes. However with his life partner, Cinderella, having blue eyes, it gets the spilt of blue eyes vs brown eyes. I ended up blue eyes, because guilty bias, but I like her eyes remind me of mine. Blue, but in certain lighting can be blue-green or blue-grey (I showed the same picture to both @little-bloodied-angel and @dewdropdinosaur and both saw different colors).

Lastly, my mobile version of tumblr is acting up, so please be extra patient with me, as emailing to posting on my laptop (which I do plan to get a new one soon) I plan to.

[jasminestoleyoman]

head cannons for everyone and anything 😝

JESS MARIANO (MODERN AU) : spent his birthday money on a Bluetooth headphones because his old wired ones only worked when you twisted the wire a certain way and he wasn’t messing with that.

DAIKI AOMINE : got his ears pierced after he slept with a girl who said that guys with piercings were super hot but aomine would never admit that getting his ears pierced hurt like a mother fucker.

KOSHI SUGAWARA : when teacher suga is talking to his class about why it’s important to keep trying no matter how hard it gets he always uses tanaka and kiyoko as an example. “one of my friends kept getting turned down by the woman of his dreams and now they’re married! do you know why boys and girls? because he never gave up and he always tried his best to impress her and be the best version of him he could be!”

JASON TODD : loves when his friends cancel plans. like he’s ready to go and his friend calls saying that they can’t make it and he’s all “really? what a shame..guess we’ll have to reschedule!” as he’s putting his pajamas back on and putting on a face mask and like lighting his little scented candles.

ARAN OJIRO + MIYA TWINS : before aran’s first day as a second year he found out the weird twins from volleyball camp were also going to his school as first years and had a mental breakdown like he was crying so bad “mom please! they’re so weird!” but when the twins found out aran went to their school too they were so excited because he was the only upperclassmen they liked and knew at the time.

TETSURO KUROO + KENMA KOZUME : after the first tokyo training camp with like fukurodani and the other schools kuroo was soo pissed off with kenma because outside of club time kenma would never ever talk about volleyball or other players but after the training camp all he could talk about was “oh-shoyo just text they beat seijoh and they’re going on to play shiratorizawa..” or “shoyo just sent over karasunos training regimen..” or like “shoyo hasn’t text me in a week I wonder if he’s okay?” LIKE KUROO WAS SO PISSED! He was all “so how’s your new best friend shoyo?” and he’d be so snarky and petty about it too 😭😭

BRUCE WAYNE + BAT FAM : bruce has a different playlist for each of his kids. like there’s one for everyone even alfred. but he would never let anyone know that he secretly likes a few of the songs and makes his own playlist. like his music taste is a combination of all of kids music tastes. i just know that he lowkey vibes with chapell roan.

ATSUSHI MURASAKIBARA : his mother fucker is so fucking picky when it comes to like proper meals. when he’s snacking on random stuff he doesn’t care at all he’ll eat whatever. but when it’s a sit down proper meal? he’s a whiny picky bitch. “ew his broccolis gross and limp..can’t I have a bag of chips instead?”

KEN SATO : he’s such like a baseball nerd. he collects those little card things with baseball players on and when he meets them he asks them to sign it and he gets like so excited when there’s one he doesn’t have. “mina could you please put this one with the signed cards-and make sure you put it in the protective plastic okay?” “yes ken i’ll be very careful”

RIN MATSUOKA : rin could care less about sweets and candies so he never understood why gou or his friends would beg him to get bring them back some sweets from australia. until he had a tim tam milkshake.he was hooked. every day after school rin would go swim and go straight to his nearest cafe or diner and grab a tim tam milkshake (a/n as someone who has enjoyed many a tim tam milkshake this is so real)

TADASHI YAMAGUCHI + TSUKISHIMA KEI : yamaguchi’s VA once said that the only reason yamaguchi ‘s favorite food is soft fries is because tsukki eats all the crispy fries and gives his left overs o yamaguchi 😭😭

LOGAN HUNTZBERGER : got drunk and almost got a Jacobs ladder piercing but then got told what it was and broke down crying because he said he didn’t want to “damage the goods”

the end lol

MORE TO COME BUT I COULDNT THINK OF ANY MORE I NEED SUGGESTIONS PLEASE

[dojunie]

MESSENGER; HRJ [PT15: TWO-FACES]

➥PART 15 OF MESSENGER; a smau about a stranger, a whole lot of animal pics, and a relationship you would never have expected to come from texting a random number written on a public bathroom mirror.

wc: 1.1K

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a/n: double update omg

tl: @matchahyuck@theboyz-jacob @hoeshi17 @neoteez01 @hibernatinghamster @luvvsnae @shwizhies @skynightgalaxy @ihrtnyu @kunvibing @liliansun @txpxwxk @is4b3ll3s @rxnexxi @rum-gone-why @she-is-dreaming @chenfleur @haedgaff  @twogyuu @jeongintwt @wispystarss @chocorenchin @tinidell @defzcl @funkygoose @gyujunhans @simpforarmihn

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THE NEXT LOGICAL STEP WAS FOR YOU TO TEXT HIM, DONGHYUCK SAID.

Which meant the first thing Renjun did after closing Hyuck’s message thread was look into getting a second phone number.

He’d worried about that earlier, back during the impromptu study session when you’d appeared with your gifts— you’d pulled your phone out at the end of the hour and for one bone-chilling second, he thought you were about to ask him for contact information. It made sense; you might’ve wanted to schedule another day to study or something, but he’d frozen like you were about to leap across the table and devour him whole. As stupid as it was, it was only then that he realized he only had one number. And you already knew it. He couldn’t give it to you again, only for the contact to appear as the version of himself he was starting to detest a little more every day, Duckboy’s face popping up on your screen to ruin everything; but if you reached across the table to ask him to put it in, what else would he be able to do?

Thankfully all you’d been doing was checking a text, the same one that made you look up at the clock and curse before sliding all the books off the desk into the open maw of your book bag and darting off. All you left in lieu of a goodbye was a promise to catch up with him again soon and another thanks for the help.

Even as his heart palpitated from the near miss he smiled a little as you ran, and even managed a laugh when you had to twirl, ballerina style, to avoid crashing into an oblivious tittering couple wandering out of the cafe. He promised to figure out the number thing that very night, but of course got caught up with his Econ studies again and forgot.

But now with Donghyuck’s heads up, he couldn’t afford to forget again. 

It ended up being significantly easier than he thought. Maybe guilt made him think it would be a tedious process; having to meet someone at some seedy back alley tech shop somewhere, using cash to slip a brandless simcard into his pocket at midnight— but it only took a single Google to gain another unlimited texting plan under his contract within the minute. It appeared like a brand new string of digits right under his regular one— a shiny new number, quite literally, just for you.

And not a moment too soon. Because your promise to catch up with him again soon apparently meant the next day, where you appeared at his usual spot in the library again, brandishing your phone in his face like court summons.

“I’m not staying long,” you’d said, “I only just realized I should probably get your number if we’re going to do this studying thing again, right?”

And in just the way he’d memorized, he’d entered his new number with a smile. 

He’s not going to lie; at first, he’d felt pretty clever about it. Two phone numbers is a pretty good way to get around his unique, two-faced predicament. Another layer of safety in the stupid game of identity that’s become his life, another potential crisis avoided. But that night, as he laid in bed and prepared himself to reply to the usual textbook’s worth of texts from you, the relief from dodging detection turned into shame like everything else has been doing these days.

What he's doing isn't right. Despite his actions, trust and believe, Renjun is fully aware of that fact.

This had all stemmed from one innocent lie, hadn't it? One born out of honest desire to make things right again— as right as he could without actually telling you the truth, which may of spoke to his cowardice better than he really understood— the idiotic, in hindsight, decision to not immediately tell you who he was. He was worried you wouldn't like what you saw, that he couldn't live up to whatever version of him you seemed to like so much in your head. He was worried you'd think he was some sort of voyeur, showing up at your game without asking for something more nefarious than just wanting to see you.

He was scared something would go wrong if he told you the truth and lied to cover it up. Something small, something that would stay small if he stuck to the plan of leaving you alone.

But he couldn't leave you alone. And somewhere along the way that lie began to... grow. Donghyuck's library ambush, to helping you study that night, to telling you Duckboy moved back to China, to your thank you gifts: every interaction with you fed that lie, and as it grew bigger and bigger, it fabricated into something he couldn't recognize as... genuine, anymore.

Renjun was no longer coming from a place of pure intention. He was being selfish. A kid who craves the party and the cake, someone who swears they only want some but cries and whines for all of it when it so dangles tantalizingly close. Mystery Girl, the version of you in his phone, was the slice. Perfect on its own, the right amount to be full, just enough sugar to satiate; all he thought he needed.

But the you he'd met on the court that day had been the whole, gittering, gleaming, buttercream double-decker. He'd pushed you away on principal, knowing he'd been fine with the slice, that it wasn't fair for him to have it all, that he didn't deserve to have it all. It wasn't even his birthday. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve you.

But you didn't know it wasn't his birthday, and as you inched closer and closer, none the wiser to the truth, he got... greedy.

(Accepting your thanks in the library had been his hand reaching out, and offering to help you study had been his fingertip dragging through the icing, forever marring that barrier between before and after. And he knew this. He knew that once he went as far as to taste it he'd be a goner, which was why he knew he had to tread carefully as the lines blurred further. There was no going back when it came to you; once he let himself into your orbit, he'd never, ever be strong enough to leave.)

He flinched as his screen lit up in his hand.

Right above the dozen messages from you as Mystery Girl, was one new text from you. The actual you, the last four digits of the number you’d told him to look out for.

02-939-0…, 8:12PM: hihi!! it is me (y/n lol) 

Renjun sat up fast enough to make himself dizzy, immediately forgetting that he'd meant to text you back first in the other thread, too focused on not keeping you waiting. The real you, anyway.

(What he hadn't really realized yet though, was that the moment he met you on that court, he'd already committed the fatal act of placing the sugar on his tongue. All that was left was to fall deeper and deeper into the high.)

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[ageofjoshua]

Papa Don’t Preach: Chapter 7

Late!Teen Jake Kiszka x Fem Reader

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Layla and Jake struggle under the weight of their secret as tensions rise between them. With mounting medical bills and pressure to find a job, Jake lashes out, pushing Layla away. Meanwhile, Layla’s growing fear of her parents finding out looms over her.

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Warnings - teen pregnancy, family conflict, emotional distress, verbal aggression, parental rejection

Disclaimer - please excuse any errors and let me know if any warnings were missed!!!

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“Jake? Jake? Are you even listening?”

“Mhm? Yeah. Yup.”

But he wasn’t. Jake had been different these past few weeks—again. Ever since that dinner with Layla and her mom, those so-called “rules” had been stuck in his head. The evening had gone fine, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that Layla had been steering him, setting boundaries on what he could and couldn’t say. It was as if she was ashamed of who he was, molding him to fit the version of him that would please his mother.

A stack of envelopes lands abruptly in Jake’s lap, snapping him back to reality. He exhales sharply, gathering them in his hands and flipping through each one.

“We need to start paying these, Jake,” Layla says, her voice firm. “Every appointment means another unpaid doctor bill. If we don’t take care of them soon, they’ll go to collections, and then my parents will find out I’m pregnant. With your child.”

Jake looks up, but Layla keeps going.

“I paid the first two, but that was all the money I had saved from birthdays and Christmas. You need to get a job so we can start covering these.”

“I’m trying,” Jake snaps, irritation creeping into his voice. “It’s not exactly easy finding a job with no experience.”

“Publix was hiring. Did you apply there?” She sinks down beside him on the bed.

Jake scoffs. “I’m not working at some damn Publix.”

“It’s a job, Jake. One that doesn’t require experience.”

With a frustrated sigh, Jake tosses the stack of bills onto the bed and stands, pacing. His whole body is tense, like he’s seconds away from boiling over.

“Or… my mom knows someone at Whole Foods. She could get you an interview.”

“No.”

“Jake, it’s perfect. You could start right away—”

“I said no!”

Layla flinches at the sudden outburst.

“Jesus, Layla, you’re always on my back!” His voice rises. “I am trying, okay?! I’m trying to do the right thing, and you constantly bitching at me isn’t helping! I’ve got my own shit to deal with, and I don’t need you adding to it!”

The second the words leave his mouth, regret hits him like a punch to the gut. Layla’s eyes are glossy with unshed tears, and the sight makes his stomach twist.

“No—wait.” He watches as she grabs her phone. “Baby, hold on—”

But Layla is already moving, storming down the stairs. Jake doesn’t even care that his mom and twin brother are in the living room, watching everything unfold.

“Layla, wait—just slow down!” He catches up to her, grabbing her arm and gently turning her around. “Don’t go. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean any of that.” His hands slide to her waist as he pulls her in. “Please, baby. Stay.”

Layla inhales deeply, then peels his arms off her before walking out the door.

“Shit.” Jake mutters, running a hand through his hair. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” His anger boils over, and he knocks over the coat rack with a crash.

Karen clears her throat.

Jake turns, meeting his mom’s unimpressed stare. His brother watches from the couch, eyebrows raised.

“What did you do?” she asks, arms crossed.

“Nothing,” Jake mumbles, already heading for the stairs.

“Didn’t look like nothing,” Josh comments.

“Piss off, Josh.”

“Jacob.” His mom’s voice is firm. “Get back down here.”

Jake exhales sharply, stepping back in front of his mother.

“Why did Layla leave? I thought she was staying for dinner.”

“Change of plans.”

“And why’s that?”

Jake groans, flopping down onto the couch. “Because I’m an idiot, alright?!”

Josh smirks. “We kinda figured that out when you got her pregnant.”

Jake shoots him a glare. “Does he have to be here?”

“Josh, be nice or go upstairs,” Karen warns before turning back to Jake. “What happened?”

Jake slumps into the couch, running a hand through his hair. “The doctor bills keep piling up, and she’s on my case about getting a job.”

Karen sighs. “Oh, Jacob…”

“I am trying, Mom.” He sits up, frustration bubbling. “But nobody wants to hire an eighteen-year-old with no experience who’s still in high school. It’s not like I can just snap my fingers and land a job.”

“You can’t blame Layla for being anxious, Jake. If those bills don’t get paid, they’ll go to collections, and her parents will find out.”

Jake scoffs, crossing his arms as he sinks back into the cushions. “You sound just like her.”

“And that’s because she’s right.” Karen’s tone softens. “You have to step up. Layla is carrying this baby while hiding it from her parents—she’s going through all of this alone.”

“She’s not alone. She has me.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Karen says gently. “Pregnancy is supposed to be a time of love, excitement, and support. But Layla? She’s probably feeling scared, overwhelmed, and isolated. She should have her parents there to guide her, to help her through this. Instead, she’s worrying about keeping it a secret and how you two are going to provide for a child. That’s a lot for her to carry, Jake.”

Jake rolled his eyes.

He hated how his mother was always right.

“Alright, Mom. I get it.” His voice was quiet. “That still doesn’t change the fact that I don’t need her complaining in my ear every damn time we’re together.”

Karen sighed and stood up.

“Apologize to her and get a job.”

With that, she walked away.

“You know she’s right,” Josh spoke up.

“About what?” Jake muttered.

“About how selfish you are,” Josh said, shaking his head. “Seriously, Jake. You got her pregnant, and yet here you are—acting like you’re the victim.” He let out a dry chuckle and stood up.

“Man, whatever. You don’t know anything.”

Josh stared at him for a moment before laughing again.

“You know, now I get why Layla doesn’t want to tell her parents she’s pregnant. Because then it’d confirm every little rumor they’ve ever heard about you.”

Jake clenched his jaw, watching Josh walk away. It felt like everyone was ganging up on him, like nobody appreciated the effort he was putting in. Frustration burned in his chest, and without another word, he stormed upstairs, slamming his bedroom door shut and locking it behind him.

The next few days, Jake was nowhere to be seen at school. Layla scanned the crowded hallways, called, texted—nothing. The silence was starting to gnaw at her.

Stepping off the school bus, she pulled out her phone again, pressing his contact as she made her way home.

“Hey, Jake. It’s me again. Can you please answer? I’m really worried.” Her voice wavered as she climbed the steps to her front door. “Look, I’m not mad anymore, okay? I love you. Just call me ba—”

She froze the moment she stepped inside.

Her parents sat in the living room, her father’s back rigid, his posture tense. The atmosphere was suffocating. Slowly, she ended the call and took a cautious step forward.

“Mom… Dad… what’s—”

Then she saw it.

The coffee table. The sonograms. The ones she had hidden in her room.

Her breath hitched, her phone slipping from her grasp and clattering to the floor.

Her father turned his head, fury etched into every line of his face, while her mother’s eyes brimmed with tears.

Layla opened her mouth, but the words never came. Just a choked sob.

She felt sick.

“Is it his?” her father asked, his voice low and tense. “IS IT?!”

He roared, making Layla flinch.

“Jack, let’s just—”

He shook his head, rising to his feet and striding toward her.

Layla looked up at her father, fear tightening in her chest. She had never felt so small, like a child caught stealing. She didn’t know what to say—not that it would matter. The disappointment in his eyes told her everything.

“I was in your room today,” he said, his voice quieter now, but no less sharp. “I wanted to leave you a little gift. Something I brought back from my trip.”

“Dad…”

“Thought it’d be perfect for my little girl.”

A broken sob escaped her lips. The pain in his gaze cut deeper than any words could, and she could see the way his own tears threatened to fall.

“Dad, please…”

“Get out.”

Layla’s breath hitched. “What?” Her eyes widened in shock.

“Out. Now.”

Layla’s eyes darted between her mother and father, disbelief washing over her. This couldn’t be real. She must have misheard.

“I can’t have you in my house like this.”

Her body trembled, fear gripping her chest. “Wha— I— no. Dad, Mom, can we… can we talk about this?”

“No.” His voice was cold, final. “We can’t. You broke our rules, and now you’re dealing with the consequences.”

Layla barely recognized the man in front of her. The warmth, the love, the care—it was gone, replaced by something unrecognizable.

“Dad.” Her breath came out shaky. “I—where am I supposed to go?”

He shrugged. “Not our problem. Not anymore.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut. The room seemed to tilt, her vision blurring. She was being kicked out. For being pregnant.

The weight of it crushed her.

“No. No, no, no.” Layla clung to her father’s shirt, desperation shaking her voice. “Please, Dad… you can’t do this. I need you. Both of you. I can’t do this alone—I don’t know what to do.” She sobbed.

For a moment, he wavered.

Her touch, her pleading—it nearly shattered his resolve. But he had already made up his mind. He couldn’t let her stay. Not after this.

Gently, he pried her hands off his shirt.

Layla turned to her mother, eyes pleading. “Mom, say something!” Her voice cracked. “You’re just going to let him kick me out?”

“DO NOT SHIFT THE BLAME ONTO US!” Her father roared. “YOU ARE THE DISAPPOINTMENT HERE!”

Tears streamed down Layla’s face as she looked back at him, her heart breaking.

“Why?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Because I made a mistake?”

Jack scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Dad ..” Layla talks a step closer. “It’s me. I’m still your little girl. I’m so sorry.” She sobs. “Please, please don’t kick me out. Please … dad ..”

Jack turned on his heel. “You have fifteen minutes to pack. Then you’re gone.”

Without another word, he walked away, Lily following close behind.

Layla stood there, frozen, her heart shattering into pieces. This couldn’t be real. Her parents found out she was pregnant—and just like that, they were throwing her out. Her world was crumbling around her.

A part of her wanted to chase after them, to fall to her knees and beg. But she knew better. Once her father made a decision, there was no changing his mind.

Swallowing back another sob, she forced herself up the stairs. Her legs felt like lead as she stepped into her room for what she knew would be the last time. Grabbing a small duffle bag from her closet, she numbly began packing whatever clothes she could fit.

From their bedroom, Jack and Lily could hear her muffled cries.

Jack scrolled through his phone, his expression unreadable. Across the room, Lily stared at the door, her heart aching with the urge to comfort their daughter.

“Jack, maybe we should talk about this—”

“I already said no.” His tone was sharp, unwavering. “Our decision is final.”

Lily swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, honey…”

By the time the fifteen minutes were up, Layla was ready. She stood by the staircase, staring at it, waiting—hoping—her parents would come out, would stop her, would say something. But the house remained silent. She was completely alone.

Swallowing back the lump in her throat, she grabbed her duffle bag, stepped outside, and closed the door behind her.

The cold night air bit at her skin as she walked to the end of the driveway, phone pressed tightly against her ear.

“Please leave your message for (615) 555…”

Layla squeezed her eyes shut as a tear slipped down her cheek.

Beep.

“Jake, I’m in trouble.” Her voice trembled, cracking under the weight of her sobs. “They found out about the baby… They kicked me out. I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do.” A sharp hiccup cut through her words. “Please answer. I’m not mad anymore. I need you.”

Her breath hitched as desperation clawed at her throat.

“Please… please… plea—”

Beep.

[rose-of-oz]

𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

Okay, so as I was talking to Evie about the other day, I was going through one of my old notebooks and found a whole extended universe of Descendants OCs I had planned from middle school. I obviously don’t plan on formally introducing or doing anything with all of these OCs, because there is a lot of them, but I still thought it would be fun to share them with you guys! They’re not all in their original versions from my notebook, because a few of them did require a little changing and revamping, but I still hope you guys enjoy these little ideas from twelve-year-old me’s brain.

Soha Pride, daughter of Simba and Nala, Carlos ship. Able to attend Auradon Prep thanks to a spell from Fairy Godmother that allows her entire family to shift between their lion and human forms. Very dedicated to her duties as a princess of Pride Rock, but sometimes feels overshadowed by her older sister Kiara because she’s the oldest and the heir. Doesn’t believe any of the stuff Audrey and Chad say about the VKs and makes it her mission to be friends with them. Formerly a Jay ship. I am going to be introducing her formally in a little bit, so look out for that!

Josie Sparrow, daughter of Jack Sparrow, Evie ship. Auradon kid because it could never be decided whether Jack was a villain or not, and now he sails all around the seas surrounding Auradon and the different kingdoms. Has the ability to visit the Isle in her dreams, and it’s later revealed that that’s because her mother is Calypso. A huge troublemaker and prankster who’s constantly in trouble with Fairy Godmother, and becomes quick besties with Mal because of it when the VKs first come to Auradon.

Jackson Kelly-Jacobs, son of Jack Kelly and David Jacobs, OC ship. Son of Jack and Davey because I am a Javid shipper for life. A dancer and gymnast who’s on the R.O.A.R. team, and used to be friends with Chad before he turned into a bully. Really flirty and charming like his dad Jack, but still a total sweetheart. He and Evie quickly develop a WLW/MLM friendship when the VKs come to Auradon, and he definitely punches Chad during the Family Day thing.

Steven Smee, son of Mr. Smee, OC ship (Jackson’s boyfriend). Comes to Auradon with the VKs even though he’s not friends with them after Ben lets his dad persuade him to invite the child of a sidekick along with the children of villains so the people of Auradon are a bit “more receptive”. A complete shy sweetheart who loves his dad and brothers and misses them terribly when he leaves (because Smee is actually a really good dad) and is the reason the twins get to come to Auradon in the third movie. Kind of sensitive because he got bullied a lot as a kid on the Isle, but still has an inner strength that not a lot of people expect.

Maile Montunui, daughter of Moana, Uma ship. President and pretty much only member of the Auradon Prep Sailing Club, which the Sea Three join after they come to Auradon in the alternate post-second movie story that I had in my head. Incredibly courageous and not afraid to speak her mind, but sometimes gets herself into trouble from being too confident. Frequently curses and insults people in Samoan. Bisexual disaster who falls in love with Uma instantly, even if it takes Uma a while to feel the same about her.

Haven Hearts, daughter of the Queen of Hearts, Harry ship. Member of the VKs who had a sort of Romeo and Juliet romance going on with Harry, but has to break it off when they leave to go to Auradon. She wants desperately to be good and break away from her mother’s reputation, and dedicates herself to being better once the VKs choose good at the coronation, which causes some tension between her and Harry when they meet again in the second movie. In the alternate post-second movie story after the Sea Three come to Auradon, though, they reconcile and get back together. She’s fierce and sarcastic by nature but not mean, and she shares Mal’s love for graffiti.

Cierra Chernabog, daughter of Chernabog, Ben ship. Outcast even on the Isle because her father is a demon, doesn’t come to Auradon until after the second movie because so many people were against bringing Chernabog’s kid to Auradon the first time. Super shy and doesn’t talk a whole lot, but incredibly smart and loving. Has a demon form that she isn’t able to access until leaving the Isle, but it’s big and terrifying and still kind of cool.

Celeste Frollo, daughter of Judge Frollo, Audrey ship. Claudette’s twin sister, very religious and God-fearing due to her father’s teaching, so she has a lot of Catholic guilt over liking girls (picture, like, Carrie White with no telekinesis and if she was a lesbian). Gets to go to Auradon after the second movie, when Audrey’s slowly starting to reform herself and be more accepting of villain kids (we’re pretending the third movie doesn’t happen, I guess), and at the same time my girl slowly starts to overcome her guilt and they fall in love!

And there are even more, but I’m gonna stop there (😅). Hope you guys enjoyed this little look into my crazy little middle schooler brain!!

Tagging some of the Descendants moots: @ginger-grimm, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, @auxiliarydetective, and soft tagging @manyfandomocs!!