#<- preferably without whatever film is coming out soon

[itsalwaysforyou]

i’m so sad the descendants fandom has kind of peaked and gone like there is still so much i want to say about our guys!!!!!!

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely!! since requests are now open, i was wondering if you could write me a little something with james..? if this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please do not hesitate to delete this request!! do whatever makes you feel comfortable!!

but can you do something with james where r forgets to eat or just isn’t really hungry for anything..? this happens to me sometimes, and is currently happening lmao, and the only thing that i can really stomach/that sounds good is anything to do with strawberries (consistent favorite is greek yogurt with honey mixed in, peanut butter granola, and sliced strawberries. so delicious i def recommend!!), and oranges!! weird foods i know but.. anyways!! and he sort of like, gets her to eat something..? my boyfriend will literally spoon feed me whatever he’s eating or whatever i could stomach. the whole "open! say ahh!!" and everything until i got full lol

sorry for blabbing!! tysm if you do this request, and no hard feelings if you don’t!!! i have tons of ideas in my noggin so i can send plenty haha

Thanks for the rec babe!

cw: reader has poor appetite, mention of not eating

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 529 words

You make an awed cooing sound as one blue whale brushes underneath another on your TV screen. 

“I never knew whales were so affectionate,” you murmur, charmed. 

“Me neither,” James says. “Bite?” 

You open your mouth obediently, and he sets his fork on your tongue, letting you suck off the khichdi before taking it back. You hum pensively. 

“It’s good, Jamie.” 

You’re not lying. Like most of James’ cooking, it’s rich and complex, forcing you to take your time to parse out the different flavors. You don’t have the appetite for your own dinner tonight, but you’ll never turn your boyfriend down when he asks you to try something new he’s made.

“Thanks, lovie.” His voice is warm if not surprised, and soon his fork is tapping at your lips again. “Have some more.” 

You peel your eyes from the TV to cut a look his way. James smiles, the picture of angelic innocence, and prods at your lips encouragingly. 

“I told you I’m not hungry,” you remind him. 

“Mhm. Just have a few more bites.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I made it.” His eyes go all melty-soft, and you know he’s about to lay it on thick even before he says, “And I put time into it, and I want to share it with you.” 

You know exactly what he’s doing. It works on you anyways. You sigh out your nose, and James’ grin widens, his fork happily accepting entry when your mouth falls open again. Neither of you comment on it, but he presses a happy kiss to your cheek once you swallow, and you accept the handful of other bites he gives you without fanfare. When his plate is empty, he stands to go wash it off. 

“Did you get enough to eat?” you ask, somewhat guiltily. 

James rolls his eyes lightly. “I got plenty, don’t worry about me, I’m just gonna have some fruit for dessert.” 

You nod, still feeling rather responsible for the fact that he wasn’t entirely satiated by his dinner, but he gives you a fondly chiding look that has you turning back to the TV. When he comes back, it’s with a large bowl of halved strawberries. 

He gets your attention, marking an invisible line down the middle of the bowl with his pointer finger. “That’s your half,” he says, flicking his finger toward the portion closest to you before picking a strawberry up and popping it in his mouth. “You’ve got the whole rest of the film to do it, but just finish them, okay angel?” 

You look down into the bowl, then up at James. You know he’s only chosen strawberries because you prefer them lately, and you hate to let him down, but…”I don’t know if I can,” you tell him honestly. 

He nods like he understands. “Try, please? Do you want me to feed them to you?” 

It’s asked so genuinely you can’t even get mad at him for it. Your face heats, and James looks almost sorry. “That’s okay,” you say quietly. 

“Alright.” He leans in to smush a kiss against your cheek. You can already smell the strawberries on his breath. “Just say the word, yeah?”

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HI POOKUMS!!

COULD I REQUEST A JAKE X F READER SMUT?😽

BASICALLY IM THINKING READER AND JAKE HAVE HAD A PRANK WARS GOING ON FOR A WHILE, THE READER THEN ENDS UP PRANKING HIM WITH VIAGRA PILLS (OR ANY OTHER PILLS THAT JUST MAKE YOU CRAZY HORNY)

IMAGINE JAKE HAVING TO LIKE GO FILM OR GO OUT WITH YOU AND SOME FRIENDS LIKE JOHNNIE OR SOMETHING AND PRETEND LIKE HES NOT ROCK HARD, MORE TURNED ON THAN EVER 🙏

IM REALLY NOT PICKY SO YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOUD LIKE HOW ITS GONNA CONTINUE, BUT THE ONLY THING ID PREFER YOU EXCLUDE IS BREEDING KINK IF THATS OKAY🙏

I HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY POOKUMS!!🥰 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!

speed it down then slow it up

a/n:this might just be my favorite request yet tbh so sorry it took this long i’ve been busy lately but i’ll get back to posting regularly soon🙏

also title is from bubble pop electric ‼️

this prank war which jake had of course started had been going on for a eternity. at the moment,he had the upper hand therefore you just had to go all out.

the two of you had mentioned trying some aphrodisiacs a couple times but never fully went through with it. that was until today,when you, jake and johnnie had to record a video inside of a store.

you walked around recording the two boys occasionally passing the camera along to one of them as you waited for the viagra jake had taken to kick in.

you had worn a shirt that showed off a bit of your cleavage but not too much as well as your favorite bottoms

you had been talking to the camera while admiring the items around you until johnnie stopped recording, before practically scolding jake

“hey jake,i get that you may have a girlfriend but i’m trying to shoot a video here and i’d strongly appreciate it if you didn’t stare at her fucking tits the whole video” he says ending it with a sarcastic smile making you laugh

“hm?” he says looking up at you with a somewhat dazed look

you and johnnie let out a laugh at his reaction before eventually forgetting about it and going back to what you were doing

the video continued on as Jake tried his very best to conceal the large boner that has been forming in his pants over the past while, his hands glued to his pockets

he wondered as to why he could barely control himself but that thought went out the window as soon as you had dropped something and bent over to pick it up

he almost let out a small groan at the sight before he concealed it,remembering where he is

johnnie,who was busy looking at some item in the store was oblivious to jake who was practically looking down at you your ass with puppy dog eyes as you stood up

your eyes meet jake’s before they then notice the large print in his pants which you could’ve sworn looked at you first

“please baby don’t leave me like this” he whines in reference to his very prominent boner which you feel as he wraps his arms around your waist,checking to make sure no one else was in the isle

you weigh your options,because if you do help him then you’ll obviously loose the prank war because of your own prank but at the same time you and him wanted it just as bad,he just couldn’t hide it

“come on,you know you wanna help me” he whispers in your ear while he leaves a few small kisses along your neck,with his hard cock pressing right against your ass

this prompts you to quickly go and tell johnnie you and jake were “going to look at something” in the store before darting off to find the nearest bathroom.

as you walked away from johnnie you had a slight skip in your step while you and jake quickly entered the bathroom in hopes no one would see you.

jake instantly forced his hands up your tight fitting shirt groping at your tits before attacking your neck with wet,and sloppy kisses.

“jakey-baby you know I love it when you kiss me there but we don’t have a lot of time” you say in between breaths as he kissed your neck before halting his actions

he agrees but not without a groan and a plea on his end.

and before you know it your pressed against the cold wall with jake sliding the head of his cock inside of you.

with a sharp inhale jake was now fully inside of you,his hands holding onto you tightly as he says a quiet “you feel so good ‘round me” before beginning his assault on your cunt

you slapped a hand over his mouth knowing how loud he gets and as you expected his moans get louder while his strong arms hoisted you and held you against the bathroom stall. and just by how franticly he was thrusting into you, you could tell just how badly he needed you

you rested your head in the crook of his neck whimpering like crazy whenever he would thrust right against your cervix

“fuck- i’m gonna-” he groaned,his fingernails digging into your thighs as he came deep inside you. his hips continuing faster then they had before while his mouth connected with yours to muffle his moans

with his thrusts not faltering,his deep groans and grunts turned more into whimpers and moans when he continued to fuck his cum out of you as the two of you tried your best to stay quiet.

“don’t know how you expect me to stay quiet” he whines with a thrust. “not when she’s squeezing me this good-fuck” he moans out feeling close once again

you then pull him into a passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, one of your hands creeping up and gripping his hair. the two of you moaned into the kiss,jakes pace slowing down,the tip of his cock still brushing right against your cervix

you pulled back,with your hands still placed around him “jakey i’m gonna cum” you’d whine out. this then makes jake thrust even harder then before trying to get you to reach the peak he gets you too so well

you bite your lip, and surprisingly don’t draw blood, while you and Jake try your best to keep quiet. once again,you pull him into a kiss to stifle his and your moans as he fucks you through your orgasm.

after a few moments,he pulls out and the two of you put your clothes back on before jake stops.

“uhm babe,i know we just fucked but i’m still uh-“ he stutters too embarrassed to tell you. cocking a brow you question him to which you shortly get an answer when you look down and noticed the tent that was still pitched in his pants

[slut-taylorsversionnn]

hihi so I was wondering if you can make an dating singer!tomblyth and it can be fluff or smut it which one you prefer to write!

yes love this idea! i definitely want to write a series about this one but here’s just a one shot of this idea!

summary: tom blyth attends one of y/n’s concerts and she sings an unreleased song she wrote for him. (based on the unreleased gracie abrams song “in between”)

i was backstage right before the concert. usually before shows i’m not that nervous because i just love to preform but tonight was a little different. tom had been to tons of my shows of course but tonight i had a little surprise for him. i wrote the song “in between” for him and he has no clue about it so i decided to sing it tonight!

“hey love, you’re gonna do great out there!” tom said to me.

“thanks baby, love you!” i gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek then winked at him and walked onto the stage.

the intro to one of my songs started playing and as i walked onto the stage the crowd started going wild. i made it through the whole setlist dancing and having a blast. i saw tom singing along the whole time.

“do you all have time for one more song?” i asked knowing the fans would love this. “so i’ve been working on this song for a very special person in my life, and he’s actually here tonight. tom this is for you.”

i started singing:

“there’s holy ground beneath them and sparks fly when they kiss. he hates it when she’s crying, he hates when she’s away. even at their worst they know they’ll still be okay.”

i couldn’t help but giggle as tom watched in awe as i preformed this song i wrote about him. this was the exact reaction i was hoping for, he was actually so adorable.

“he laughs at her eyes, at her smile, at the glasses on her face. she love how he talks late at night, when there’s no one else to say how she’s beautiful and funny and smart. Like nothing he’s ever seen. He’s good to her and she wants it more than everything in between.”

i obviously had to throw in some taylor swift references because tom truly was my london boy, lover, endgame, king of my heart, and peace. i couldn’t wait to hear his thoughts after the show.

i returned backstage and tom immediately ran to me, picked me up, and twirled me around.

“you wrote a song for me??!!!” he exclaimed.

“of course i did, you’re literally the love of my life, i wouldn’t be here without you tom.”

“i wouldn’t be here without you. how did you even manage to keep that a secret and when is it being released??” tom said. i loved it when he fan girled over me hehe.

“i’ll sing it for you whenever you want, i’m not sure when i’ll release it, who knows if the fans even liked it.” i shrugged. “i’m just glad you like it so much. and wasn’t it so accurate though?”

“for sure, the line ‘she loves how he talks’ you literally are always telling me how much you love my accent and how you could listen to it all day.” he said laughing.

“yeah and the line ‘he hates when she’s away’ you act like it’s the end of the world when you have to go away for filming and i’m on tour.” i said grinning.

“well you hate it too, and yeah it’s true i hate it so much when we’re apart. next time you’re coming with me to whatever filming location, i’ll make sure it’s in my contract.” he insisted.

“sounds like a deal to me.” i smiled.

“i love you so much y/n.” tom pulled me into another hug and kissed the top of my head.

“i love you so much tom.”

author’s note: this one is pretty short because i plan on writing a singer x tom blyth series so i didn’t want to use up all my ideas on this one shot. so don’t worry, more tom blyth x singer content is coming soon!! also send more requests for what you want to read ;)

[marymarvels-blog]

Trouble in paradise - 3,095 words

(Evan Buckley/ Eddie Diaz)

||| Insecure Eddie + not talking to your partner = recipe for disaster |||

Eddie stops near the elevator and sighs heavily. For as long as he can remember, he has hated saying goodbye.

To be really truthful, it was all his fault. Everything had been decided weeks ago, but as he approached the elevator, the realization came to him abruptly that this was it. This is truly the end. They reached the point of no return.

This was the last night he slept at this loft, wake up in the arms of Buck and hugging him from the back while he made them breakfast.

The last time Eddie heard "baby" that escaped Buck’s mouth when he greeted him. The last time he called Buck “mine”.

After a difficult shift, he would no longer be able to lean against his chest while his lover's arms would hold him tightly, saying "it's okay, I'm here, I'm safe".

He will no longer be able to kiss the temple of Buck’s face, won't be able to come over and calm Buck down when he's anxious and unsure about something.

And once again, this realization hits him hard. The last two years of his life, after he was able to muster up the courage to tell Buck how he felt, were really the best years of his life.

Eddie hesitates before pressing the button. He doesn't want to. He knows that he started that conversation and suggested that he would leave immediately after, but it was his rational part. In reality, he can't bring himself leave the building.

Behind him, he hears Buck’s heavy breathing, feels the scrutiny drilling between his shoulder blades now.

Once, near this elevator, Eddie kissed Buck for the first time. That horrendous night, Eddie had another nightmare about Buck not waking up from his coma. Buck always pleaded him to call him if he had a nightmare. And after that he would always drive to his home. Checking on him, drinking bittersweet beer, watching some stupid cowboy film, that would make them laugh, making half of the tension go away.

But that time the nightmare was too real for Eddie to brush it off. He felt the physical need to check himself if Buck was okay.

Two months before that Buck broke up with Tommy and seems to move on pretty fast already seeing some guy named John. As Buck liked to mention, they were just “friends with benefits”. Not that Eddie judged him, not at all.

So Eddie, mortified, wearing only pyjama pants and a light jacket, with red eyes, barely waiting for the elevator doors to open fully, pushed into the hallway and found Buck's door.

Usually he was always polite, never pounding on someone’s door. But that night he was pounding on it with as much power as he could. To this day he still wonders how he didn’t break the door.

“John, I-”

His voice was light and happy but as soon as he saw Eddie and in what wrecked condition Eddie was, his voice faltered, stumbling on the last words, concern immediately flushing over his face.

He furrows his brows, immediately cupping Eddie’s face in his hands.

“Woah, Eddie, what's wrong?”

Eddie didn't even register the words that Buck had said he just needed to feel him closer, preferably under his skin.

He touched him in disbelief.

The vivid sense of surreality of this moment hit him.

"You're alive" ha wanted to shout, feeling like he’s coming back from whatever dark place he was. But those words would be a confirmation that something was wrong and Eddie couldn't bring himself to say it.

Buck's gaze was intense as always when it came to Eddie and his well-being. He looked him all over, trying to figure him out as some kind of a riddle. But Eddie didn't let him, without thinking, he pressed his lips to Buck's. Their breaths hitch.

Something undefinable happened at that moment. It’s like a shift, the air in the room was soaked away, a zip of electricity that always been between them, now 100 worse.

A little bit caught off guard,, Buck groaned into the kiss, immediately running his hands and pulling Eddie's hair back a little. Eddie opened up instantly to Buck’s tongue and moaned at the contact.

Buck looks as absurd, as Eddie, with his messy curls and in his pyjama pants. God, Eddie loves him so much.

After that they never had a chance. If before they were glued to each other, after that kiss they turned into literally one person. The honeymoon phase, which everyone kept talking about and saying would pass soon, never ended. Even at work, they we’re finding any chance to feel each other. And as soon as someone separated them, sending Buck with Chimney and Eddie with Hen, it always ended up in some kind of accident, making the whole team to believe that there’s some curse that not allowing them to be separated. And even Bobby started to believe that, no longer separating them.

Maybe they had a codependent relationship, but quite honestly he didn't care. In their line of work each day could be the last and if that makes them crawl into each other skin after the shift, then let’s it be.

He was drowning in Buck and he liked it. It was stupid and incomprehensible, but so addictive.

If Eddie had been honest with himself, he knew from the beginning that this was where it was going. That one day they would break up once and for all.

But nevertheless he always gravitated towards Buck.

He knew that he was just experimentation for Buck, and that Buck would eventually get bored with him, would want a family, a wife by his side, their babies.

At some point, it all began to feel so strong, so real, that Eddie almost could see the thoughtfulness in Buck's eyes, how he began to disappear more often, hide who he is calling, and so on.

Then, trying not to cry, Eddie made a decision that he would let Buck go, no matter how hard it was, he would do it for the good of the other. As they say, «if you love someone, let them go».

Eddie knows that Buck hates sudden changes, even if he disappears somewhere, if Eddie ends things abruptly, it will have a very negative impact on both of them, but especially Buck. So Eddie began to slowly withdraw himself, cancel their plans, reschedule them. Did it hurt him? Fuck, yeah, it was really fucking painful, but he needed to do that.

The air seemed rife with vague suspicions, that undeniably were filling Buck’s mind, but he couldn’t put a finger on them. Some nights. he worriedly kept asking if it was his fault or if he had done something wrong and then Eddie would slip, kissing Buck's birthmark saying that Buck was perfect and it’s not his fault that he’s sad.

After one of the most difficult months of Eddie's life, he decided that maybe it was time. Because the longer it takes, the harder it is to let go. If he won’t do it now, he would never be able to do it again.

It was a cliché, but Eddie decided to talk with him during dinner. Their shift went surprisingly smoothly, they were pleasantly tired and had a pasta dinner that Buck had quickly prepared.

"And then we," Buck described, in a humourous manner, his childhood story about SpongeBob and bowl of cereals, enthusiastically and eagerly leaning into the Eddie’s space.

He can’t sit in silence anymore. He has to do it.

"Buck," Eddie began, unable to listen any longer.

He did everything he could to stop from making an extremely expressive grimace, disgusted by his own action.

What he will do wil haunt him for the rest of his life.

He hated himself for it, but he can't do it anymore. It was too painful, too difficult, to listen to such a happy Buck and wait until the end of dinner. Buck, who was so happy that Eddie agreed to have dinner with him, because in the last few weeks he had been picking up extra shifts and they had hardly eaten together.

"Buck, I think we need to break up."

Buck pales, frozen in place.

He thinks he physically felt Buck's heart skip a beat.

"What-Eddie? I mean", it seemed like his brain was not working

"I think-I think we need to break up"

Then Buck stood up dazedly, a struggle visible on his face, as if he was trying to decide what to do.

In the end, he ran his hand through his hair, picked up his plate, threw it at the sink and stopped with both hands on the counter.

”Are you leaving today?" Buck asked simply. His gaze flicked up to him.

Eddie hated the fact that he could hear Buck's voice shaking.

"I think it will be the best for both of us," Eddie nodded, and then tried to quickly brush away a tear that had rolled down his cheek.

"For who?" Buck asked a little hysterically, meeting his eye’s with a challenge.

"For both of us," Eddie emphasizes, pressing his lips together and looking away.

Or maybe he's just more tired than anything else.

”You'll see that I'm right," Eddie tries to tell him, wiping away a tear that has rolled down his cheek.

"Do you hear yourself, Eddie?" Buck says sharply, not looking at him and slamming the trash can down walking over to the couch.

Eddie sighs heavily, suppressing his overwhelming desire to hug his boyfriend tightly and never let go.

Eddie sighs again and turns back to the Buck to meet his eyes.

Maybe he should go right now.

“Will you walk me?"

“You want to go right now? You can’t bear to be with me in a room for five more minutes?” He asked slightly defensive.

“Buck, it’s not like that”, Eddie closed his eyes sighing heavily.

“Then what’s it like?”

Buck's head snaps to him. Buck looks at him with eyes that are an ocean of pain. He just nods his head in silence and gets up.

And that's how Eddie ended up here, trying to decide whether to push the button.

Buck is watching him from the doorway between his apartment and the hallway.

Finally, he closes his eyes and presses it, immediately hearing the elevator rise.

Eddie turns to the Buck, opens his arms and whispers.

"The last hug?" With this sentence, he sees himself physically hitting the Buck. He doesn't come over, his hands are folded in his pockets and he clenches them into fists.

"Please," Eddie whispers in a broken voice. He really needs this. One last hug before Eddie hands Buck over to a woman.

Buck’s face hardened and then forcefully relaxes.

The thing is, Buck was never been able to say no to Eddie. Even right now.

He crosses the distance in seconds and hugs Eddie tightly. His hand finds its place on Eddie's head, pulling him closer to him.

He smells nice, familiar jasmine and some spiciness.

And Eddie is a very weak man. Very very weak man. Because if he hadn't asked for the hug, he might have been able to walk away, he might have been able to give Buck his chance for the brighter future. But Eddie is a very weak man, especially when he is in the arms of his loved ones.

Then, oh my God, a sob escapes him.

Buck frozes.

“Eddie.” There’s a softness in Buck’s voice that Eddie will always recognise.

Eddie sobs even louder and buries his face in the Buck’s neck.

“Baby,” whispers Buck.

His voice snaps him back to the reality.

Then Eddie can't take it anymore and starts embarrassingly full on crying.

“Why are you crying?” His soothing voice startled Eddie. It was clear that Buck pushed aside his hurt, his defense, to be here for Eddie. Even while Eddie is hurting him.

Buck is always so gentle with him even when he doesn’t deserve this.

“You know you don’t need to go and I don’t want you to go.”

“No, no,” Eddie shakes his head,” we need to do this”.

“Why?” He asks desperately trying to get from Eddie an answer.

“Because-because you deserve better”, he tilted his head back, so he can look up and meet Buck’s eyes - the deep concern made them almost grey.

“I-what? “ And as if with that simple question Buck opened the Pandora’s box and Eddie blurted out.

“Because I can’t give you a baby,” he finally admits something that was ruining him inside. Finally, he said this. This is the truth of the matter.

“Wait, what?” Buck stares at him, confused. He narrows his eyes at him, trying to decide if he is losing his hearing because what he did just hear couldn’t be right.

It takes him a long, long moment to process what just happened.

“Eddie, the fuck?” He finally asks, feeling like he might lose his fucking mind if he doesn’t get full explanation right now.

“So let me get this straight: are we breaking up right now not because you don’t love me, but because you can’t give me a biological child which I didn’t ask about?” Buck asks with an expectant look.

“Yea-wait what? I never even for a second stopped loving you, how could you assume that?” No matter how many years will pass, he will never stop loving Buck.

“Then you want to break up because of this?” Buck is bewildered and feeling like he is going insane.

“Of course!” he shouts sharply.

“What does it mean «of course»?” If Buck wouldn’t be so confused and angry, he wouldn’t push because Eddie seemed like this conversation physically pained him. But this shit was so insane, that Buck couldn’t believe what he is hearing and he needed to push his loved ones because there is no universe where they would fall apart for any reason and especially that stupid.

“Of course we need to break up because of this. Because it’s important for you. You want to have a family, a real family and-”

“Eddie, I will fucking stop you right there. Did you just said that you and Chris are not my real family?” If it wasn’t insecure Eddie, who he is talking to right now, someone who would even suggest that they are not his family would be already dead.

“We are-we are but some time later you will want more..more that I can’t give you” flutter of panic in his voice.

“Eddie, I’m sorry to say that, but just shut the fuck up.” Buck’s never been so angry at Eddie in his life.

“What? So it’s not true?”

“No! Of course, no! When did I say that I will want more?” Buck insists.

“You didn’t but I know-” He says, eyes wide and earnest.

“No, answer the question baby, when.did.I.say. That I want or need more than you and Chris.”

“Never, “Eddie sighed, on the verge of mental breakdown, “ but you will want.”

“How? How did you know for sure that I will want more?”

“I just know, Buck.” Eddie wonders how can Buck not see it?

Buck’s brain is seemed to finally catch up.

“No, you don’t. Because then you would know that the only fucking real family I need is you and Chris. I don’t need “biological kid” in order to feel fulfilled in life. I never said that I want a big family nor that I ever mentioned something about biological kid. The only thing I ever wanted was «a» family. And then I met you and you «are» my family, Edmundo Diaz. I don’t say that just for the sake of saying, I really have everything that I need right now. I don’t want anything else.”

“Jesus Christ” Buck said, perplexed.

“So let me get this straight again, because I can’t fucking believe that this is a real conversation we are having. You made yourself miserable for months making me go insane in what did I do wrong, making me grey after telling me you need to break up with me two days before I wanted to propose you, only because you can’t give me an imaginary baby which I don’t want-”

“You -You wanted to propose me?” Eddie a little startled, looks up at him.

“Yeah and still want btw,” Buck looks at him, his expression softening. After all, it’s his Eddie. Maybe a little stupid at times, maybe a really freaking insecure, but his.

“So that’s why you were a little bit distant?”

“Yeah”, Buck tells him with his tone more softly this time, gaze landing back on him.

“And not because you’re dating someone?”

Buck’s eyes comically widening.

“I am sorry, what? Of course that is why I was distant, not because I have another family, god, Eddie you know that words exist and if you worry about something, you just need to ask, ok?”

“Ok” Eddie is still avoiding his gaze.

“No, not like that,” he interrupted Eddie by slowly shaking his forefinger. “I need you to look at me and promise me. The next time you feel something - immediately tell me about it.”

Eddie nods a little frantically.

“Everything. Even about concerning rock outside of your house. Because I want to know everything. It’s better to know everything than to feel so much worry because you are distant and I don’t know why and it turns out you’re wanting to give me into arms of some woman.” Buck instructs him.

“I’ll try my best” Eddie promises, softly kissing his fiancé, “and hey! I never wanted to give you to someone else!”

Eddie puts his hand on Buck’s shoulder, rubbing his thumb over the collarbone as to silently say sorry for getting on your nerves.

“My first grey hair would be because of this day” Buck sighed, pressing his head in Eddie’s neck.

“I’m sorry babe”, Eddie whispered genuinely kissing every millimetre of him.

For a brief moment, there is total silence, only the sound of their lips brushing each other and pleasing little noises that slowly escaped them.

Suddenly they hear some movement. Briefly Eddie hears the elevator rising. Someone called an elevator, going somewhere. God, good that it’s not him. He isn’t going anywhere, especially today.

Especially without Buck.

The taller man pulls back with a final kiss to Eddie’s forehead.

It was something he never could’ve imagined before but for the first time in life Eddie allows himself to feel like he’s enough.

[petra-creat0r]

Deltarune: Fool's Fate Ch. 7 Secret Boss

We finally get to the Studio Dark World! The only chapter other than Chapter 1 of Fool's Fate to be set not in Hometown!

I think I first started coming up with this guy around the fourth of July, it's just taken me a bit to draw them and flesh out their lore. Anyways, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen I present to your, your host, the one, the only, the darling deer with the charming voice, Ray D. O'Skelly!!

Ray's name should be obvious. It's a pun on radio. They're a radio host. Not a lot to explain there. Though when first coming up with their name and concept, I did look into 30s and 40s era radio hosts to try and pull inspiration from their names. Red Skelton was one I landed on since Skelton is similar to "skeleton" and I already knew I wanted this boss to have a skeletal face to resemble 30s era radios. Eventually I shorted it to Skelly to flow better with the O to go with the radio pun.

I don't really have a text quirk for Ray yet? Best I can think off is their voice sounds staticy or they get interrupted by ads/song lyrics similar to Spamton and Bitsy. I do know that they can't actually speak because of the well... whole thing that happened to their face. Their voice comes through their microphone. If anyone has any ideas let me know. Maybe a sound board situation?

Since I imagine the studio world being similar to what I think Chapter 3 will be like, being based off movies and film rather than TV, and Bitsy is already animation theory and I've got Casper to cover Woody theory, Ray is radio theory. Video killed the radio star. The theory I forgot to include in my original poll when I was first coming up with Bitsy despite being one of my favorite ideas. Aside from being based on an old-timey radio host, I also vaguely pulled some subtle inspiration from Alastor from Hazbin Hotel. Mostly just in the fact that Ray is a deer along with their color palette, radio theming, and some of their demeanor.

Backstory under the cut

Ray O'Skelly used to be the talk of the town, the bees knees, the cats pajamas! The voice heard across the globe and broadcast to nearly every station. MTTWood's very own home town darling and host of the most tuned into radio channel in all of the studio world. Ray's radio show had it all! Music, news, even radio plays performed by the deer themself! It was the age of radio and Ray was monarch, surely there was no way their popularity would falter any time soon.

At least... that's what Ray thought before the leader of the studio world signed a deal with some folk from this up and coming "Television" Dark World.

At first, the TV World didn't pose much of a threat to Ray, or at the very least it couldn't yet compete with the popularity of their radio show. But over time, the alternative form of entertainment started to gain more attention and views than Ray's show gained listeners. Especially after the appearance of a supposed Knight in the other Dark World and the merge of most of the channels into TennaVision. According to the public, Ray's show was getting old and bland. The music they played went out of style who knows how long ago, and people would prefer to watch the news and Ray's "radio plays" rather than simply listening. Ray either had to adapt, or fade away in obscurity.

That was when Ray met a man. A man offering aid, offering salvation to the deer down on their luck. The man offered to help Ray "get with the times" as they say, and rise back to fame. Help get their radio show back in the public zeitgeist and to surpass the competition. Almost without thinking, Ray took the man's offer, desperate to stay relevant through whatever means necessary.

The man made good on his deal, helping Ray by suggesting a few changes to their format here and there. New music, updated segments, notes on Ray's tone and how to better appeal to masses and be "hip with the kids", the works. Ray wasn't particularly for all the new changes, but they were desperate. Desperate for attention, desperate for fame and adoration. And fame and attention they got. It was almost as if, whoever tuned into the station would HAVE to listen. Ray's listenership was through the roof, all thanks to the man...

Perhaps it could be said that fame and power corrupts, because at some point, listeners noticed a shift in Ray's demeanor. Once the soft-spoken and well mannered host with the most, they got more prideful, vein, sadistic. Either from all the attention going to their head, or perhaps from a great Truth revealed to them about the nature of their existence breaking their mind. Whatever it was, it twisted the once charming radio host. Twisted them into an arrogant yet still devilishly charismatic individual with an ever captive audience.

Eventually, Ray's pride got the better of them. Even after the man left, Ray still maintained their popularity and fame, yet their ego wouldn't settle for just that. Ray had a captive audience at their disposal who would have to listen to anything they said. Any idea they suggested could be implanted in as little as a whisper and the right frequency. Ray could control this town. Could bend it to their every whim and will. Which is just what they tried to do. Before their operation got shut down of course.

Turns out, an old acquaintance had played stool pigeon and cried wolf to the authorities. Even if Ray tried to charm the guards, it was no use. Their studio was taken from them and shut down and they were cast out onto the rainy street. Yet even stripped of everything, Ray wouldn't let anything stop them from reaching the top. In a makeshift studio down in the darkest corners of MTTWood, Ray continued to broadcast their signal to who ever would listen.

That is until the children of a star and their friends found themselves in the studio world...

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hehehe. It might've taken me a bit to come up with but this was fun. When I designed Ray, I knew they were a little charmer, but I also wanted to have them be twisted. I imagine after the studio Dark World is sealed and Ray ends up staying at the Blook house with Spamton and Poly, they act like the sweetest little darling. Only to still be manipulating people through subliminal messaging in their radio broadcasts. I'll have to play that out some time.

Anyways, only 3 left to go! And one of those I already have so it's really just designing the secret boss for the Town Hall world and then the Festival world. The later of which I already have a vague idea for.

[mysticalrambling]

Dance with Me? (C.E)

My Main Masterlist is here.

Chris Evans Masterlist is here.

Summary: a song can be associated with many memories...

Warnings: none.

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Seldom, do you and Chris ever throw a party. You both love your friends, yes but with all sincerity, the pair of you prefer to much rather sit at home, cuddle, watch a couple of sappy romance films; just enjoy a mundane intimate night. However, you both are actors and with that, comes the responsibility of maintaining your social lives. 

Planning a party is dreadful and still to this day, one of the reasons you try to delay doing things like this to the last minute possible. 

“Darling, you look great,” near the entryway, he keeps his gaze trained on you as you keep fumbling with the back of your dress.

“As if. I can’t get this stupid dress to knot. My hair is all kinds of frizzy today and my makeup looks horrendous.” A scoff makes its way past your lips the moment you finished your little rant.

“Say whatever you want; I’m standing by my statement.”

“You and your politically correct statements.” 

He knows that you don’t exactly approve of his recent endeavors so he tries to steer clear of the conversation. “Darling, you don’t see what I see.”

“What? An insufferable mess?”

“No, the prettiest woman alive.”

“Nice save, dumbass.”

Walking towards her, he speaks in a playful tone. “We still on that nickname?”

“Yes, for all eternity. I addressed you as dumbass in my vows so it’s legally my obligation.”

Crowding you up from the back, he gently takes a hold of the silk belt hanging loose by your sides and tugs you backwards flat against his chest. Teasingly, you glare at him through the mirror but he doesn’t really seem to care. Tying it in a perfect knot, he places a kiss on your shoulder and murmurs with affection lacing his voice, “Can’t wait to take you out of this dress.”

“How romantic.”

“It’s the best way to express m’love.”

“Sure, dumbass. Go downstairs and entertain the guests, just have to make some improvements.”

“See you on the other side.”

As he starts to walk out, you call after him with a hint of sarcasm dripping from your tone, “Stop being such an actor.”

“Too far gone, can’t stop now, darling.”

You can’t help but laugh as he leaves. 

Some people are very punctual because the moment the clock struck eight, a stream of cars came pouring into your driveway, one after the other. Chris didn’t want to rush you because you have been pretty stressed out lately. Your new upcoming project might have been a source of it so Chris was trying to give you space. 

“Any new projects you working on, Evans?” Pulling him out of his thoughts Robert came to stand right next to him. 

“You’ll get to know with the rest of the world.”

“You seriously think your fans don’t know that you’re starring in the Gray Man?”

Mouth a gape, he couldn’t formulate a proper sentence without stuttering. Sometimes, he truly did forget his fan base’s crazy devotion to him. Thank God, you weren’t here because you would’ve never let him live it down. 

The small group formulating around him subtly shifted their attention to the stairs and Chris didn’t have to turn around to guess who had captured their attention. 

“Can I have this dance?” Turning around to face you, he let a smile grace his lips. After your first party together where you asked him for a first dance, it has been like this ever since. You like to recreate moments; be it your first date or your first dance. 

“Of course, m’lady.”

Swaying to the beat of the song, he soon came to a realization that it is the same song you both danced to the first time. A loud laugh escapes him when he realizes that you are behind this. 

“You really are something else, babe.”

“And you love me for it.” Lips close to his ear, she lightly whispers to him. 

What would I do without your smart mouth?

Drawing me in and you kicking me out

You've got my head spinning, no kidding

I can't pin you down

What's going on in that beautiful mind

I'm on your magical mystery ride

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me

But I'll be alright

“You’re so cheesy.” 

“What? I just really like the song.” Dipping you in his arms, he brings you a little bit more closer than you would deem appropriate for a public setting. Oh, but who are you to complain. “Boy, you really are not good at this whole dancing thing.”

“Excuse me, mister? I’m not the one with two left feet.”

“If I ask any other girl to dance with me here, they won’t constantly be stepping on my feet.”

“What makes you think any girl would like to dance with you, old man?” 

He speaks after bringing you back in his arms, “Babe, everyone wants me. Now hush, my favorite part is coming.”

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I'm winning

You know that you shouldn’t be tearing up at these words but it is a reminder of all the good moments with your husband. Your first kiss, your first date, your wedding and now your first baby.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Wha- What?” 

“Don’t stop dancing, Chris. We don’t want everyone to know.”

After getting his bearing back, he whispers softly, “I’m so lucky to have you and our life is perfect.”

“I wouldn’t change anything about it.”

“Nothing, baby.” A gentle kiss at the end of the song sealed the promise of forever between you both. “Perfect time, I guess.”

“Perfect time.”

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Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

A/N: There was a note from editor that I think I should keep to myself for now💀 @peculiarpenman. Hope you all enjoy this because it has been sitting in my drafts for too long😊

P.S. poster credits: @peculiarpenman

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[astelren]

Dr Stone Cinema Date

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, Pre Stone World, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Ryusui Nanami

⤠ You wearing his clothes (Gen) ⤟ Dr Stone Masterlist (soon!) ⤠ Jealousy HCs (Ryusui) ⤟

Anon requested: Hi! I hope all is well in your life! It's for an order, can you do a Ryusui x reader at the cinema in the world before petrification? You are free to do what you want on the subject! In addition, there is not a lot of Ryusui x reader 💀💀 every day I check if there is a blog coming out 💀

Bye 👋🏾💕

Ryusui is my second favorite character in dr stone so I'm always happy to write for him 💞💞 I hope you like this anon!!

I do think that he has a private cinema or something like that inside his house, so, instead of going to the actual cinema, I think he would prefer to stay inside his/your house. Not that he’s against the idea of going to the cinema, but I think, since his family power and notoriety, you might get more attention than wanted

Not that his inside cinema is horrible or anything, oh no. Obviously, it isn’t, it’s actually very fancy and it does feel like you just entered a true cinema and not another room inside the Nanami mansion, it's just on the smaller side since they aren’t that many chairs.

Ryusui, being himself, obviously takes it to the full extent so that everything feels like the experience of going to the cinema: popcorn of every type (he asks about your favorite and gets Francois to make it), any type of drinks, little details like that. All of it just to see you smile brighter

I’m not quite sure if he will be interested in the movie, but he tries. Ryusui would probably get bored after a bit and start cuddling you, demanding attention and love while you try to still follow what’s going on in the plot. It’s a bit hard with Ryusui but you still managed to finish the film

You two can even fall asleep there and Francois will simply put a blanket over, not wishing to disturb your nap. Since it’s inside his home you can do anything you would do at home: even stopping the film for whatever reason instead of waiting for the pause.

But you can defiantly bring him to go out as a date to a cinema, just expect him to bring you to a premiere or something. Or does it exists a more expensive cinema? Because he will bring you there. Everything with Ryusui is 100% at his maximum or he isn’t happy

It’s one of those rare times where the date isn’t at its extreme with Ryusui being loud and everything so goddamn expensive, it’s a nice change of pace. It’s also nice for Ryusui to, once out of his so classic comfort zone: he is a lot calmer and more attentive, but you obviously don’t mind his loud and over-the-top persona.

Mostly because it’s not going to last! While he obviously will stay mostly silent during the film, whispering sometimes funny jokes or random stuff (especially if the movie has something to do with ships), outside he will comment and ask your opinion

And taking you out to some fancy dinner, of course. What? Do you just want a bit of pizza? No. Only the best of the best for you, while he will keep talking about the movie and listening through what you say (and, what I said before about ships continues; he will explain stuff to you about those or some stuff that the movie did bad)

Overall it was a great experience, especially with Ryusui's personality. It’s sweet and nice, especially with how he drives (or the driver does, I don't know if he has the license) his new expensive car to go to the date

This work belongs to @/astelren, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡

[spiderlingh]

TEEN WOLF SPOILERS !

jeff davis truly has got to be the most spiteful person out there to make this movie. teen wolf was my absolute favorite show as a teen. i remember being obsessed with it for like three years, at least. i’m glad i’m seeing all the fans of the show hate on the movie because it’s what it deserves.

the fact that jeff davis refuses to acknowledge that scott mccall was never the star of the show is plain stupid. stiles was the star from the pilot to the final episode. he embodied the show, gave it life. to this day, he’s still one of my favorite fictional characters of all time. the show would have been nothing without stiles. void stiles was one of the biggest highlights of the show (as it should). dylan o’brien shined every second on the screen in his role.

what’s even more wild to me is that stiles and lydia, one of if not the most popular pairing from the show, got broken up over something so incredibly stupid and irrelevant that it makes me question if i was even watching the teen wolf movie. stiles and lydia who had a six-season slowburn and were the fan-favorite ship from the very first season (at least that’s how it felt to me) and it got ruined just like that. i just don’t get it. like it was so unnecessary that it’s just funny to me.

and then there’s the also very unnecessary death of derek hale. my beloved. derek who probably went through the most in the show (if i remember correctly anyway, i haven’t watched it in a couple years). like this man had to kill his first love, his family died in a fire, he was sa’d by kate, and now they let him burn to death in front of his son??? respectfully, what???? that is beyond fucked up. i only liked the moment where he spoke about stiles’s jeep. i’m not really a sterek shipper myself but i do get why fans like them.

also the weird thing is — for the longest time i was bummed that i didn’t get my scallison endgame, and now that i did get it, i just… i don’t know. it’s not the same? it certainly wasn’t necessary for me anymore. her death was sad as fuck but to be honest i didn’t need her back.

can’t believe i’m only realizing it now, but i’ve grown to prefer kira over allison. allison used to be my favorite girl on the show for some reason but she definitely isn’t anymore. and the fact that arden cho was offered half of what the white actresses would be receiving for the movie?? what the fuck??? that’s ridiculous. i’m glad she turned the offer down because she deserves better than to be involved in this shitshow anyways. can’t believe all the other actors went through with the film while being aware of that. most of them are jobless anyways sooo

i feel like the movie could have worked if everyone had returned with a solid storyline (honestly everything would have been better than this, the majority of fanfic writers could come up with a better script than this). and when i say everyone i mean everyone. stiles, kira, isaac, you name them. but in all honesty? we didn’t need a movie. even though i feel like the show didn’t end on a high note (season 6 was shit if you ask me) i thought the ending was fine.

the show itself wasn’t fantastic writing or acting (it definitely felt better at the time but i was younger so yk) but its storylines were enjoyable enough, i liked the script and most of the characters and their dynamics were fun. it was a different time with all the supernatural-ish shows and stuff and whatever but i did love it for a long time. it’s sad to know they went in this direction with the movie but my expectations were very low anyways so i kind of saw it coming. i’m gonna attempt a rewatch of the show soon to see whether it was as i remembered it.

these were my thoughts, might add more later!

[medievill]

check out my mediumly-extensive selection of mostly gentlebeard fics. more below the cut—

wild is the wind: M! Stede/Ed. 75,850 (complete!). film-noir!AU. Wellington, 1942: Stede Bonnet, the only son of a powerful local businessman, is missing, and it’s Blackbeard Investigations’ Ed Teach’s job to find him. Ed finds him, no problem—but when he finds out why Stede ran, he can’t bring himself to finish the job. to make matters worse, Stede has something valuable of his father's, and Bonnet will stop at nothing to get it back. the thing is, though...Ed's found something of value, too: Stede. and Ed's not giving him up without a fight.

there's always an escape: T! Stede/Ed (sort of). 500. Ed's looking for a way out. he finds one, and then he finds one more. (cw: suicidality)

fuck 'em, only we know: E! Stede/Ed. 6,402. Ed publicly calls Stede Zaddy. then privately calls him Daddy. events proceed as expected.

forget your perfect offering: M! Stede/Ed. 13,161 (and counting). When Ed sees a flyer on his staff’s memo board for a support group that claims the best revenge is living well!, he figures: whatever. Who cares. Doesn't matter, but maybe he ought to. Might as well just. Ugh. Go?

the harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the song: an in-progress 5-part series in which Ed teaches Stede how to soft Dom him into oblivion.

tell me something I don’t know: M! Stede/Ed. 8,312. Stede wants to give Ed everything, but that means Ed’s going to have to tell him what that is. Out loud. With words. Ugh.

hold me like water, or, christ, hold me like a knife: M! Stede/Ed. 5,391. Stede has noticed some preferences of Ed’s that he wants to talk about.

the best things in life come in threes: M! Stede/Ed. 371. Off-page sex, on-page snuggles.

kinktober 2023 prompts: E!

got no reason, got no shame (praise kink, "be good for me"): pre-canon Jack/Ed. 1,637. Jack's an idiot, but he's not stupid.

bait/switch (edging): Stede/Ed. 752. Ed invents edging. Stede's mad about it.

a more advanced trick of the trade (“let me take care of you,” face-fucking): Stede/Ed. 6,064. Stede takes his sword and runs Ed through. Again. Very soon after the first time. Too soon, probably.

the happiest place on earth (is here with you): M! Stede/Ed. 33,082 (complete!). wildly self-indulgent Walt Disney World!AU, featuring macarons at Epcot, fireworks on the Seven Seas Lagoon beach, and sexually tense Monorail rides. AuDHD Ed + autistic Stede. crack treated seriously.

kinktober 2022 prompts: E!

the romance of it all (choking): Stede(/Ed). 1,414. Stede figures some stuff out about himself on his way to Ed.

he’s so bad but he does it so well (dirty talk): pre-canon Jack/Ed. 1,787. Jack runs his mouth. Ed is into it.

we lay here for years or for hours (pegging): trans!Stede/Ed. 1,690. a little cock worship, as a treat.

it’s just that I’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you (wall sex + fingering): Stede/Ed. 2,598. Ed is good at everything, including waiting, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get sick of it.

carve your name in my bedpost (whipping): pre-canon Jack/Ed. 2,258. Ed submits to the mortifying deal of being known, by Calico Jack of all people.

a constellation of tears on your lashes (gags/drooling, thigh fucking, dacryphilia): post-canon Stede/Ed. 8,449. Ed asks Stede to, you know, whatever, it doesn’t matter, but what if he, like, made Ed cry. As a…whatever. As a sex thing.

it’s all good; I wish you would: E! Stede/Ed. 19,119. post-reunion and our captains have made up. it’s just that they haven’t touched yet and it’s making Ed bonkers.

taking the helm: E! Stede/Ed. 14,184. Ed’s exhausted, and Stede wants to relieve him of his decision fatigue (with pretty clothes + delicious food + [of course] sex).

a moment of weakness: E! Stede/Ed. 16,950. medium-angsty reunion fic, plus hair-washing! and banging!

[legoshi-plz]

Notice Me Part IV

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader (eventually), BestFriend! Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Summary: College AU! Reader feels like she’s constantly overlooked/ ignored and she’s made her peace with that.

A/N: Another little slice of life chapter. Again, I didn’t actually plan for this story, it’s just one silly little self indulgent chapter after another.

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“Okay, are we in the mood for a psychological thriller, a classic slasher, or just straight up gore?” Izuku asked as he flipped through the streaming channel.

“It’s your turn to pick so whatever is fine,” you call from the kitchenette where you were currently cutting up fruit for everyone to snack on during the movie.

After that first time of inviting Izuku over for movie night, he had become a permanent and welcomed participant week after week without fail. This week, you and Shinsou were currently at his apartment for it since he lived alone and had a bigger living room than your dorm. Your dorm was the second preferred spot, especially since Shinsou and Izuku usually just came straight over after class. Shinsou’s place was the least frequented option, not because it wasn’t a nice setup but because the movie was always interrupted without fail by one of his many consorts who often insisted on joining the trio just so she could snuggle up there Shinsou and stay long after both you and Izuku had departed.

“Yeah but I wanna know what you wanna watch, it’s no fun if everyone’s not enjoying it.” Izuku said from the entryway of the kitchenette. You hadn’t even heard him get up.

“Um... classic horror? But a good one! Not one of those cheesy direct-to-vhs films,” You grin pushing the last of the chopped fruit from the cutting board into a big bowl. You grabbed three forks and began making your way to the living room only to be blocked by a certain All Might enthusiast.

“Aht aht, what’s the password?” From the smirk he was trying, and failing, to hide, you could already tell he wasn’t going to let you off easy. You’d never known until recently that Izuku had such a playful and mischievous side. He had always seemed so happy-go-lucky that you couldn’t even imagine him with any dimension beyond that, yet he continued to surprise you.

“Um... please?”

“Nope,”

“Open Sesame?”

“Nope,”

“All Might?”

“C’mon, what do you take me for?” Izuku poked his chest out a little more and you contemplated the height of the kitchen isle and if you could make it over it without spilling fruit.

“I thought you two were supposed to be picking a movie?” Shinsou said, coming through the front door. He had to take a phone call outside and from the sound of the yelling female voice on the other end, you doubt it was a pleasant conversation.

“Izuku was supposed to be picking the movie. I was in charge of chopping the fruit, which I did,” you held up your bowl proudly only for Izuku to pluck a grape from the top and plop it into his mouth.

“I told you to just let Y/N pick, she’s better than me at this anyway,” Izuku started walking back to the couch and you began to follow before you noticed Shinsou putting on his shoes and grabbing his jacket.

“You aren’t staying?”

“Don’t whine, you know I hate that,” Shinsou grumbled grabbing his keys. Though Izuku was a model Movie Night member, Shinsou was a little less... consistent. If he knew he had plans in advance, he’d usually let you know ahead of time it was called off, especially when it was just the two of you. However, these days he was more prone to just take off as soon as he found other.... appointments.

“I wasn’t whining, jerk. But if I’d known, I definitely would’ve left out the cantaloupe,” you looked down at your bowl because you didn’t wanna seem like you were hurt over him ditching the movie but you were disappointed he was so eager to leave when he’d just got there.

You’d noticed you were starting to see less and less of Shinsou lately and you couldn’t help the wave of deja vu you were experiencing from when he’d started distancing himself before at U.A. Sure it hurt a little more back then because you were young and couldn’t understand why your best friend would brush you off for literally any other girl but once you got older you realized you couldn’t begrudge him for thinking with his dick instead. He was young, relatively handsome, and could charm almost any girl he came in contact with. He probably considered it charity that you two got to hang out as much as you did.

“I’ll catch you guys later, have fun,” Shinsou hummed walking out the door.

“Well, now that narrows down our choices tremendously. So which one?” Izuku asked flicking between two 80’s horror movies on the screen. You’d never heard of either one of them.

“I told you to pick...”

“And I told you I wanna watch whatever you wanna watch. Besides the fruits getting cold so we better hurry and pick.” Izuku gave you that winning grin and you felt your annoyance at Shinsou’s departure begin to fizzle away.

“The fruits already cold... Let’s do the one on the left,” You settled on the sofa next to Izuku and knew by the overdramatic music in the opening credits that you were in for a lot of laughs tonight.

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A/N: Thinking of maybe doing a chapter from the boys point of view soon (not the next chapter but perhaps the one after that).

[literatehiss]

Split Stage

The musings of one Thomas Zane on those that keep him company, their differences and what unites them, in the endless night of the Dark Place. Mature. Blood & Violence Read on AO3 here

A swirl of the glass, the muffled clink of an ice cube, the refreshing smell of oranges. 

Zane took a sip, watching the lights in his room reflect off the crimson drink. It had been a while since his usual visitors had stopped by and if it wasn't for how recent getting any visitors was, he would likely be getting pretty lonely by now. After so many years however,  with only himself and the creature pretending to be his beloved, loneliness was an old, familiar friend. It wouldn’t be long, he supposed, between his writer and his scientist, he was sure his room wouldn’t be empty for much longer.

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Alan was the more frequent of the two, more able to actually control when he showed up. Up to a point of course, Zane shuddered to think what Wake would be capable of if he actually fully mastered his abilities. 

Generally, Alan entered the apartment with little warning, a few knocks if he was feeling generous, but mostly the writer just swung the door open as soon as he arrived. Alan rarely entered room 665 in the same mood as the time before, whatever horrors he had experienced on the way affecting his mood wildly. 

Mostly, he seemed confused, lacking memories of previous encounters or concussed from wounds he had sustained on the journey. Easily overwhelmed, that was how Zane would describe Alan, whether he was already soft and confused, angry or sad, violent or searching, it was never too hard for Tom to wind his words and power around the other man and get him how he wanted him.

 Tom definitely preferred the writer pliable, often inebriated. Like everything with the stubborn man, getting Alan to let loose, have a few drinks and indulge in all the other things Alan pretended he didn't want, was an endless, thankless task. The handsome bastard was lucky Zane had gained inhuman patience in his time in the Dark Place. He certainly needed it.

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Casper, on the other hand, always waited at the door, waited for Zane to let him in. Always ever so excited to see him again, never sure where he would end up next and glad to find a safe haven. Tom loved to compare him to a puppy, affectionate, excitable, deceptively destructive and dangerous. 

Like Alan he was often confused, but that beautiful scientific mind of his buoyed Darling from the darkness around him. His curiosity and wonder at the incomprehensible world around him was gorgeous to behold, after so long down here any curiosity Zane had once had in this world was long dead. 

Zane didn’t need any pretty words to get Darling to relax in his presence, and honestly rarely used his powers on the other man. Well… at least not without Casper’s enthusiastic approval. Dangerous in its own way, Tom had planned many an enjoyable evening only for it to get sidetracked because Darling wanted to experiment with his abilities. 

Not that the experiments couldnt be enjoyable in their own way. 

Zane always offered the other a drink, but unlike the writer, his scientist was much more fun when he was still mostly sensible. Their post-sex talks, sipping on whatever cocktail Tom was making that week, were the highlight of his day as he learnt so much about the world in the decades he had been trapped down here. Zane hid his affectionate grin behind his glass as the other man giggled over his own dumb jokes.

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With a flicker of film Zane was looking out of one of the tall windows that took up the back wall of his apartment. Curtain fluttering slightly in the breeze of the open window. It was dark out. It was always dark out. 

An unending expanse of writhing shadow, the only light coming from the few streetlights in the immediate vicinity of the Oceanview Hotel. Sometimes, if he was lucky, he would see a tiny form jog across the pavement below. 

Most of the time it was Alan, sometimes he wasn’t even coming to see him, just passing by, but every so often someone else had reason to visit the hotel. He could count the number of people who had come to his room on one hand and despite his craving for company, he just would not risk leaving the relative safety of his room, his domain. 

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Alan, given enough time and effort, was more of a sweetheart than most who knew him would expect.

Zane loved to push him to the floor, to the couch, to the bed and occasionally to the cold glass of one of the windows. Anywhere that would let Zane look at all of Alan, those nervous blue eyes and trembling legs, so similar to his own. Once the writer had been calmed down, tamed and compliant, he was lovely in Zane's opinion. Wake was all grasping hands and stuttered moans, not passive exactly, but glad enough to lie back and let Tom have his fun.

Art and Artist combined in Zane’s bed, booze-soaked and pleasure-drunk, Wake bucking under kiss and bite in equal measure.

And how beautifully Alan showed the marks Zane gave him. The director, the poet, loved to make the other man into yet another work of art, little bites and bruises turning Alan into an ever-shifting, writhing canvas.

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Darling gave as good as he got.

Just as likely to shove Zane down to the bed as he was to let the artist press him down to those same sheets. Wrapping his arms around Zane’s waist, reeling him in. Casper was always enthusiastic, always as keen to get his hands on Tom as he was to be held in turn. Firm and solid against Tom, the scientist was often a whirlwind of manic energy that was hard to handle, even for Zane

Sometimes Tom found it difficult to reign the other man in, struggled to pull him down to earth, down into his own orbit and make him stay put. Whims of curiosity only sated for a moment before Darling was up and away yet again, crying out his latest theory in the same voice he cried out in Zane's bed. Reams of incomprehensible babble, understandable to Casper and Casper alone. 

Zane loved him all the more for it. 

Casper made him feel like a god, like a monster, like an experiment. 

Powerful.

Dangerous.

Fascinating.

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Gazing around his room, the ‘House of Zane' as he liked to call it - mostly to annoy both his visitors, he recognized the mess that had been left after his last bender.

He really should tidy up.

Zane managed to gather a couple of empty bottles and place them to the side before boredom overtook him and he fling himself into his bed with an over dramatic sigh. The lights dimmed with his wish for sleep, but he knew it was as futile for him as it was for Wake. Casper managed it on occasion, but only after he had been thoroughly exhausted, the lucky bastard. 

Pressing a hand to his side, he groaned as his fingers sunk into half-healed bruises. His memories as they were and time in the Dark Place as it was, he couldn't quite remember who or what had given them to him. 

Film glitched and spluttered and Zane found himself holding another glass of liquor. 

A sip.

A sigh.

It wouldn’t be long now.

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Sometimes the Alan that appears at his door, is not the writer he knows. Hair styled differently, clothes switched out and an unfamiliar grin, a confidence that suits the other but does not belong upon his face. 

This Alan does not spiral in despondent misery as he fails to write, simply types and types and Scratches out what doesn’t fit, what doesn’t work, what doesn’t set them free. 

This Not-Alan, this devil hiding in his writer's skin, this Mr Scratch that growls and bites and spits it's hate. Venomous in it's possession over their shared author.

Scratch pulls and snarls and fucks with no regard to the poet's pain or pleasure. Blood staining the scattered bedsheets, dripped from stinging cuts and a broken nose. Gushing from an open wound, the knife still standing proud from his twitching thigh. Crimson pooling between his lips and running like a trickling stream that threatened with each gasping breath to turn into a raging torrent down his heaving throat.

Face pressed to overfilled pillows, muffling Zane’s unwanted voice, not the voice the monster craves. Hands worn by violence oh so similar to those same hands stained by ink and rough from the press of typewriter keys. 

And still Zane let him in.

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Sometimes after a night together, or when they are still tumbling in the sheets, Zane watches as his Darling drifts away, his touches meant for another. 

Casper never talks about before he entered this looping hell. Brief mentions sure, he worked for the FBC, he was a scientist. But that was it. 

Zane, given half a chance, would tell Darling his whole life story, his homeland - before he moved to America, his Barbara, the films he had made and the things he had seen.

But given silence in return. 

Zane could feel the shadow of another, never made present but their absence obvious in what the other did not say and did not do. A name half-cried before silence once again reigned. A name that was not Zane's. A widening of his eyes, a stuttered breath when the poet lit a cigarette. He’d asked once, Zane sure he would receive no answer, not sure if he was scared of truth or of another secret kept. 

A man. Casper's boss, his friend once, his lover once, lost to paranatural paranoia. Missed but gone from Darling’s life long before he’d shot himself. 

No closure.

Zane could understand that. 

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Flicking through piles of paper, theories and manuscripts left abandoned on the carpet floor, stained with spilled drinks. Tom amused himself with reading both side by side and wondering if he could build a film through the lens of these opposing scripts. 

They were so different, his beloved visitors, both so focused and confused they barely paid attention to his manipulations of their worlds and of their memories. A scientist and an artist both so handsome in their different forms. Tom thought that he must be so lucky despite his horrific circumstance to share his time with two such bright stars in this endless night. 

But they were not so different once he pressed them into his sheets. They moaned the same, begged the same, chanted his name like a god the same. 

Looked at him like he had answers, the same. 

He never did. Not that it mattered after all…

They always ate up his lies, the same.

Muffled sounds from beyond his door, footsteps approaching.

A knock.

Was it hesitant or impatient? Hard to tell.

A flicker of burning film and he stood before the door in all his glory. An unnecessary brush off of dust on the leather of his trousers, swiping away unnoticeable creases from his jacket. The door swung slowly open, moving on his command. A grin upon his face masking all other thoughts. Once more he was nothing but a part to play upon a darkened stage.

One day Tom Zane would leave this place, with the help of these two men he hoped, and in his place Thomas Seine would step out into the world once more, no more characters. 

Just him.

[tornrose24]

Tagged by @hey-hey-j  for the tag game. It’ll be interesting to see how I answer these.

Rules: if you get tagged in this, answer the questions that are written and make sure to swap out one question at the end of it for the next person to answer.

1. Are you named after anyone?  I’m sort of named after my aunt, who was named after a character of a TV show (that my grandfather liked) based of a book, and THAT character might of been named after someone. I admit it’s kind of amusing that it’s such a chain of ‘named after this person.’

2. Do you ever go window shopping on sites like Etsy, and if so, what kinds of things do you look at?   Not really.

3. What’s your choice of listening material when doing stuff? When I’m writing I prefer listing to music without lyrics (if it matches the tone of whatever I’m writing it helps) and it varies. Most often it’s video game music, Miyazaki, classical, etc. If I’m just doing art I’ll throw on YouTube videos.

4. Do you like a song for its sound or for its lyrics? Often both. I’m picky about what songs I like, but I like it when both work well together. (Though I hate it when the lyrics DON’T match the tone of the music, or aren’t sung in the right tone). Also, there’s some songs where I prefer the cover version over the original (I don’t care for Billie Eilish’s singing, and there’s a Motown version of Taylor Swift’s ‘Shake it off’ by PostModern Jukebox that is vastly superior to the original version.)

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Usually whatever they wear or else their physical appearance. It depends.

6. What’s your eye color? Green. (Though maybe they might be hazel since there’s a light brown ring around the pupils).

7. Scary movies or happy endings? I prefer happy endings. Some scary movies are actually quite enjoyable, but only if they are done right (Jordan Peele’s Nope is such an example). Otherwise I hate it when scary films get too violent, have a downer ending, or involve topics of abuse. Or have constant jumpscares, which is why I never really got into most horror games.

8. Any special talents? Singing. I’ve done choir, Opera, musical theater, etc. I’ve done some acting as well. Drawing and writing are pretty obvious ones for those who know my works. Painting is a major one too.

9. What trait in others draws you to them? Honesty is a huge one. I like it when people are open about themselves and what they like, as well as what they don’t like. Or if they tell you something you need to hear.

10. What are your hobbies? Writing and drawing. Painting is a big one too. I used to play video games but I don’t as much (partly because I feel like a new system is going to be coming soon anyway). I suppose singing could count.

11. Do you have any pets? I used to have cats. Fantasia was my last cat and I had her from middle school to some time after I was done with college/university. She always sat on the table whenever I got help with math and she’d watch me and my dad.

12. What sports do you play/Have played? Tennis is probably my favorite. Soccer is fun too. I used to do running when I was really little. However I was more of a theater kid.

13. How tall are you? 5 feet, 2 and a half inches.

14. Favorite subject in school? Literature/Language Arts. I was one of the few kids that would read whatever I was assigned more than once. When I was in middle school we had to read ‘The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe’ and ‘Roll of thunder hear my cry’ and I read the other books in those series. I also took pride in scoring the highest out of anyone on a test for Cyrano de Bergerac in my high school senior year. (However I ****ing hated reading Moby Dick over the summer) and was NOT happy when I found out that I didn’t really NEED to read the entire thing to do all the paperwork/answer all the questions.)

I don’t know if art and choir count since they were extra curricular classes, but I loved them as well and could share lots of stories. Plus one of my favorite teachers was my high school art teacher.

15. Dream job? I would love to be a writer and illustrate my own books. Alternatively it’d be awesome to do artwork for an animation studio.

I’m tagging @artistcaptainbendy  as the next person. Anyone else can do it too.

I’m changing #12 to: If you became a God/Deity, what would your domain be and how could you use your powers to make the world a better place?

[kismetharborapps]

Finn Goodman

ooc information

name: Desdemona

preferred pronouns: She/Her

age: 39

timezone: CST

activity level: 7-8

triggers: none

anything else?: Nope

character information

name: Phinneas “Finn” Andrew Goodman

faceclaim: Josh Hutcherson

gender & pronouns:  Male/He/Him

age: 31

birthday: October 12, 1992

place of birth: Kismet Harbor, Or

occupation: EMT working towards becoming a paramedic

neighborhood:  Cresthill Meadows

time since arriving in kismet harbor: Birth

filling a wanted connection?: No

biography: 

TW: CHILD ABUSE, DV, TEEN PREGNANCY, MISCARRIAGE, CHILD LOSS, RELIGION, FAMILY DISAPPROVAL, BLOOD, DEATH, DEPICTION OF WAR/INJURY 

Phinneas was born under a Libre moon with plenty of stars in the sky. His parents, Stella and Daniel, were ecstatic as he was considered a miracle child. Stella was told at an early age that she would not be able to conceive despite over a decade of trying. Finally, it happened. And to Stella, he was perfect. She made sure he got whatever he wanted and was never without the finer things in life. His father owned the first ever law firm built in Kismet Harbor, Lighthouse Legal, and his mother was a Sunday school teacher at the local church. Finn grew up innocent, assuming that his life was perfect. He had his best friend, Marley, living next door and they did everything together, attended church, went to the movies, all the things that best friends did. Their parents were friends so it was only natural that they would gravitate towards one another.

When Finn was about 9, he started noticing strange people coming and going from both his home and the law firm where he would hang out after school and do his homework. It was really the only time he got to spend time with his dad as he was always working late and would come home after Finn was already in the bed. One particular day, Finn was playing in the house when he stopped outside his dad’s study (which he was not allowed in) and overheard two men inside talking about something called ‘coercion’

and ‘witness tampering.’ Of course he was only 9 so what did he know about all that? He just walked away and let the grownups talk. He was over at Marley’s house so often that he considered them his second set of parents. They always came around for dinner and to talk business while he and Marley disappeared upstairs to play video games or watch a new film he’d just gotten.

Things like this were normal. He attended church every Sunday and never missed an opportunity to hear his best friend sing at all the functions, even if Mom and Dad weren’t as interested. One day, Finn was approached by a tall male outside his house and he wanted to know where his dad was. Finn didn’t think anything about it and told him he was at his office at the Law Firm. When dad got home that evening, he hit Finn for the first time and left a bruise on his face that he had to lie about. His mom said nothing about it to anyone and life went on, with the occasional beatings when Finn would misbehave or act in any way that his father didn’t approve of. He would find out later that he hit Stella as well.

When Finn turned 15, his relationship with Marley had changed and instead of seeing her as his best friend, he had started liking her as more so one day, out of the blue, he asked her out, knowing that if he didn’t, his mom and dad would start asking around at church for someone for him to date. He knew she would say yes because that is just how they were but now it was different. Now there were real feelings involved, and consequences for actions that you couldn’t blame on being kids anymore. Their relationship soon blossomed and they became even more inseparable. Still, being raised by strict religious parents, whenever they hung out, it was ‘doors open’ or a curfew wherein they only had a couple of hours where they could truly be alone.

By the time Finn was 18, he had endured enough to fight back against his dad’s beatings. “I’ve already been cursed with a midget for a son, i’ll not have a sissy too.” His dad was smart enough to know how hard to hit to either not leave a mark or leave them in areas no one could see and Finn had gotten tough enough to fight back, ending most of them before too much damage had been done.. Escaping to Marley’s house was his safe haven, even if his dad knew exactly where he had gone. They spent all day together while her parents were away and they discussed their future, fully expecting to get married like everyone expected. The next day at school, his friends teased him about having sex, wondering why they hadn’t done it yet. He just brushed it off with a joke but the words stuck with one.

One night, after a church function, Finn told their parents they were going up to the lookout to eat dinner and listen to a podcast, to which their parents approved. During this time alone, Finn brought up the idea of sex and they both agreed that they would like to take it to the next level so there under the stars, they had sex in the backseat of his car. It was just like he had imagined and so much more. He was already convinced that they were soulmates, destined to leave Kismet Harbor and his parents behind for a life of pure bliss. Then Marley sort of became distant and he could tell something was different about her. He decided to ask her about it and she told him she was pregnant.

He made the decision right then to step up and be there for her, like a good future husband and partner should. They kept it hidden for as long as they could but then one day, her mother found out and then as a result, his parents found out. But instead of preparing for a beating like he had assumed, they had just told him that he had to marry her, which he was planning to do anyway. His mother gave him her mother’s ring and said to propose to her on graduation night, to which he agreed. He was shocked that his parents weren’t more upset that they had had sex out of wedlock but as long as he wasn’t being beaten, he was okay with it.

Finn was at home that fateful day when Marley showed up, looking absolutely terrified and scared. She told him something was wrong adn they rushed to the hospital. He stayed by her side the entire time and cried with her when they told her that their baby girl had died. In a cruel twist of fate, she still had to deliver the baby and Finn had barely even seen her face before they whisked her away forever. He didn’t blame Marley for what happened, it was an accident, but his father didn’t feel the same. He tried to forbid him from seeing her but he defied him, needing to check on her. They tried to make it work for weeks after but eventually the grief was too much and they broke up.

Finn wasn’t sure what to do now, he still loved Marley, still wanted to be with her, wanted to marry her but his father had convinced her parents that it was best that they stay apart. One evening, as Finn was filling out college applications, his father came in and ripped them up, throwing them in his face in anger. “I told you not to see her anymore! You’ve got good genes, Finn, and I’ll not let you throw them away on some girl who can’t even keep a child alive! Now you’re going to take this ticket, hop on a bus and join the military. And if you don’t, then your mother is going to end up homeless and on the streets and you, you will never see another dime of my money.”

Finn knew he meant every word so without even so much as a goodbye, he hopped on a bus and that was the last time he saw Kismet Harbor. He wrote letters to Marley during his time in the service but never received anything in response so he just assumed that she had moved on, eager to forget the man that had given her a beautiful child and then left her without so much as a goodbye. He couldn’t blame her, leaving like he did was torture and he wished he could go back and explain it all.

It was a cool night in Afghanistan, and he and his friend were on patrol around the campsite and they really should have been paying attention where they were stepping but Finn was telling him about Marley when he heard a click and two seconds later, an explosion rocked the ground. Finn was thrown 30 feet in the air, landing hard on his left side. His head slammed into the ground, causing him to immediately pass out. He wouldn’t learn about the extent of his injuries, or the fate of his friend, until he woke up 3 weeks later. His friend had died instantly and Finn was seriously wounded and would have died had it not been for the quick work of his squad mates. He had lost his leg, his arm was broken and now put back together with screws and plates, and had broken 7 ribs. “But you survived. You get to live your life.” What kind of life could he possibly have?

He was honorably discharged from the military after 4 years of service but instead of going home, he went to New York, enrolled in Columbia University and got a business degree. He still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with his life but he could figure it out now that he had a degree. One day he got a phone call from his mother, saying that his dad had been arrested on conspiracy charges and that she would explain things once she knew more. His father was doctoring and falsifying evidence against his opponents so that his clients would win and therefore line his pockets while also simultaneously stealing from his elderly clients.

During this time, he met a famous Broadway actress named Kelly and while he would always love Marley, he knew he needed to move on so they started dating. It would be another year before he asked her to marry him and she had said yes. They got married in 2022 and for a while things were good but being in the limelight was not something Finn enjoyed. He didn’t like reliving the trauma he experienced overseas, or dodging questions about his injuries.

He and Kelly fought constantly because she wanted a trophy husband and a family and Finn wasn’t about that life. He had made a promise to himself to never have a child again, not after what he’d gone through and she couldn’t accept his answer so she filed for divorce in 2023. He was getting used to being single again, thankful to be away from that lifestyle and just being able to focus on himself. He missed Marley, he missed his mom, but he couldn’t go back there. His father had screwed over the entire town, all the clients who had invested their money into his services and he had screwed them over. Even if he had nothing to do with it, he was guilty by association. No, he was better off where he was.

So why was he on a plane back to Oregon right now? Because his father had died. He had had a heart attack while awaiting trial. And in an odd twist of fate, and a final fuck you from him, he had left the firm in Finn’s name, making him the sole owner. He was shocked but knew he needed to go back to take care of it, and quickly, so he could get back to New York. A quick trip home, 2 weeks maximum. It was a big small town, no chance of running into the one that got away right? Right.

other: N/A

pets:

His service animal named Stitch and his cat named A’hole (It's really Quincy but he calls him A’hole)

town activities:  

Compassionate Friends

Knit Happens

LGBTQIA+

Mindful Madness

Wounded Warrior

Draw of Luck: Yes

[justiceheartwatcher]

☕️ SUDDENLY ☙ Tuesday, February 20, 2024 ☙ C&C NEWS 🦠

...Maybe I’m wrong. But I cannot believe that an invention as significant as artificial intelligence sprang from some serendipitous lab accident. Post It notes — yes. Rubber — yes. Antibiotics — okay. But not artificial intelligence, which requires millions of lines of computer code to operate. Accidentally discovered? No. Impossible. So then, where did the ‘spark’ of intelligence come from? Is A.I. demonic, a malicious gift whispered into the ear of some luckless scientist who sold their soul for access? Maybe. But my preferred theory is it was dished out of a DARPA skunkworks lab somewhere, for some sinister military purpose. I don’t know. I just find it utterly remarkable that developers say they don’t really understand how AI works — and everybody is just fine with that! Oh, how interesting, now show me how to work it again. The next issue of great interest is that the ‘deepfake’ genie has now almost completely wriggled out of its shiny aluminum bottle. As if things weren’t bad enough, soon we will be completely unable to tell real from fake and there will be a lot of fake. Soon, AI will not just be able to create millions of made-up videos, but it will also easily modify existing, ‘real’ video, of real people and real events, changing it into whatever the user wants. It’s coming. It’s inevitable. Deal with it.  In short order, video will be useless as evidence unless it is recorded on analog film. Remember Kodak? Analog film is probably rushing back into style. Buy Kodak stock. (Disclaimer: that was a joke and not financial advice. Don’t put your life savings into analog film. But still.) Finally, and maybe most significantly, are the spiritual implications. Think about this: AI translates users’ words — their words — into fully-realized, instantly-created virtual worlds. What does that remind you of? Does it remind you of the way the Bible begins? With God speaking the Universe into existence? Genesis 1:1: In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. God said ‘let there be light.’ Said. In words. Maybe it isn’t so surprising we humans stumbled upon a mysterious tool allowing us to speak worlds into existence. After all, we were created in His image (“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.” Gen. 1:27.) Obviously, then, we are always trying to do the same things that He does. If He can speak worlds into existence, then we want to do it, too. Now listen carefully. If you’ve been sitting on an agnostic fence somewhere, you might want to reflect on the profound spiritual implications of words-to-video, and what that truly says about the nature of reality and about certain spiritual truths written thousands of years ago. Written in words.

[romanoffsbish]

You’re Mine…

Scarlett's POV

We recently wrapped on Avengers Endgame, it's been a few months and I haven't seen anyone from the cast since; I've been so busy with other projects. Today there's a party at Evans's house for the cast and crew. So I'm obviously going, can't stand my bestfriend and 'family' up.

I also found out Y/N's coming. She's been in the films since Age of Ultron but has never agreed to go to any party that we've thrown without a contractual obligation. Her so called reason for going tonight is she knows it's most of the OG's last movie and she is possibly going to miss us.

I'm more than excited because she's genuinely my favorite person to be around. She'd always sit with me in my trailer and we'd watch stupid reality TV and eat whatever we could in between our scenes. We'd have sleepovers and we'd cuddle. We'd flirt, like a lot. It started off as harmless flirting, but over the years it's become complicated by feelings—at least for me.

The problem was one or both of us was usually taken when the other wasn't. So it could never go anywhere. I've been single since before we wrapped, and as of last week Y/N's free from her terrible on and off again girlfriend. I'm happy for her because she always deserved better.

So, I'm prepared to amp up the flirting today. She will be mine!

Y/N's POV

I woke up feeling great today! I finally dropped my now ex for good. She was controlling and mostly just using me for the clout and money. I'm honestly more excited because I finally 'agreed' to go to a cast thrown party. I always wanted to go but my ex wouldn't let me, so I pretended to be uninterested.

It'll be a great party because Scarlett's going to be there and I intend to flirt my ass off. There's nothing holding me back. My ex was always kind of jealous of Scar's & I's relationship. We've always been close, and we've always harmlessly flirted. A wolf whistle here or there. Eyeing the other up and down with a subtle lip bite. The comments in passing with winks and smirks. It never escalated due to both of us being coupled up when the other was single. That's no longer an issue and I intend to have fun tonight. Starting with the outfit I wear.

I know from premieres what outfit styles seem to drive her crazy. I settled on a tight fit, white button up shirt, making sure to leave the top two buttons undone. I then tuck it into a black above the knee pencil skirt. The skirt hugs my hips and butt nicely, one accidental pen drop and she'll be putty in my hands ...

*ETA* -Chris E texts me

*Who's asking ? 😉*

*uh.. me? Hence the text. 🤪*

*7:10PM. Fashionably late is what I do best Capsicle*

*oh, I so want to uninvite you... See you soon loser*

With that I finished getting ready. I spray myself down with *your fave scent*, and I apply just a bit of chapstick to my lips. I fluff up my naturally y/h/t hair. I slipped on my slides, grab my party favor, and head out the door.

Chris E's POV

I was texting Y/N to make sure she wouldn't flake. I have a feeling her newfound single state is why she's actually coming. Her ex was so controlling. Y/N thought we didn't know but we all did. Whenever we invited her she seemed sad to say no. This parties almost a secret celebration for us because she's single and so is Scar.

I've never seen two people more perfect for each other. I've also never seen Scar so interested in anyone like this before. The so called 'harmless' flirting usually ended in her looking sad when Y/N was out of sight.

Scar hasn't given up on the idea of Y/N and her. She got into relationships usually just to pass the time. Then Y/N and crazy pants would break up for a minute and Scar would be hopeful. Then they'd make up and the cycle continued.

*knock* Speak of the devil!

"Hello there Chrissy" Y/N greets me

"What happened to fashionably late?"

"I thought I'd surprise you and be early instead. I like to keep you on your toes." She playfully remarks while handing me a bottle of champagne

"I prefer early, it means I get you before everyone starts fighting over you" I say pulling her in for a hug

"Yeah, I'm a real hot shot aren't I?" She says, plopping on the couch making herself right at home.

"No, you're just a hermit crab and everyone's going to be in awe that you even leave your house." I playfully reply back, receiving a pillow hurdled at me in response

"You look lovely Y/N. I'm really glad you're here. I also know a certain someone else who's going to be thrilled." I say with a wink as she sends back a knowing smirk.

Scar's POV

I'm so nervous... I'm driving over to the party and I'm imagining how this night could go. Flirting is a lot easier when it's not meant to have a follow through. At the same time, flirting with Y/N's basically become second nature to me. I truly love the crap out of this girl and I'll be damned if when we're both finally single we don't reach our happy ending.

I parked my car, adjusted my outfit, and walked into the party in full swing. I try to not be obvious, but my eyes are searching all over for her. I was getting worried she didn't show, but then I saw her. She was seated at a table with Lizzie, Flo and Holland laughing her ass off at something Flo said. Her laugh just draws me in, it's music to my ears.

"You might want to wipe the drool off your lips" RDJ says pulling me out of my thoughts.

So much for not being obvious.

"Oh hush... I am hungry and the food looks great"

"I didn't realize we referred to our friends as food now." He retorted back receiving a punch to his arm

"Go away! Actually I need a drink so I'll go"

Y/N's POV

I'm sitting with some of my faves. Lizzie, Flo and Holland. I could feel someone staring but I refused to cave and look back. I'm playing the long game.

"She's totally staring at you" Lizzie whispers aloud

"Huh?" I say pretending I have no idea what she's talking about.

"Oh stop... Scarly hasn't stopped staring since she arrived and I know you know!" Flo pipes up

"I have no idea what you're talking about" I say smirking over my nearly empty glass

"Mate... I think you need a refill. Go get one!" Holland remarks

"You know, I think you're right. Anyone else need one?" I ask pretending to listen but really I'm preparing myself for what's about to happen

"Actually, I'd.." Holland starts before Flo slaps him to shut up and I walk off not hearing.

Scar's POV

As I turn around to order my drink I feel a slight hand ghosting over my hip.

"Hi, can I get a Sex on the Beach?" I hear HER order completely skipping over that it's my turn. Also... What's with that drink order?

I turn around and look her in the eyes, then my gaze drops to look her over.

"Eyes up Johansson" she says with a massive smirk on her face.

I know she knows what she's doing to me with this outfit.

"Here you go Ms. Y/L/N..." the bartender says

Before she can take it I take it instead while staring directly into her eyes and take the first sip.

"Mmm..." I moan out maintaining eye contact then leaving to take her seat at the table leaving her a flustered mess. This is gonna be fun.

Y/N's POV

That was hot, and a total power move, but now I'm flustered with a dry mouth and no drink. Before I can even speak the bartender smiles and slides me a fresh drink. As I am headed to the table I see Scar's stolen my seat. Not gonna stop me though! Then out of nowhere some man steps in front of me and lightly grabs onto my shoulder. He wreaks of whiskey and cheap cologne.

"Hello there gorgeous." He slurs and tightens his grip

"Goodbye, not my type" I try to push forward

Scar's POV

"No need to be a bitch!" I hear some guy slur out and I cringe

"Remove your hand from my waist and move out of my way!" I heard Y/N shout

Then I look up to see this guy with his hands on her. My bloods now boiling, he's not going to have a job in the morning, that's for sure. No one touches her! He pulls her in and then next thing I know I'm turning him around to punch him square in the nose.

"What's your name?!" I shout while holding him by the collar

"What's it to you bitch?" He slurs back

"Listen, don't make me lay you out! Answer me!" I growl out full of rage

"Jimmy..." he stuttered out. I snap a photo for reference later and throw him to the ground

"Back to the party!" I shout to avert everyone's gazes

Y/N's POV

Oh shit! I've never seen her look so angry.

This whole protective thing she has going on is so hot. After she's done with him she looks at me with a soft expression.

"Y/N... are you okay?" She asked so softly

"Yes... Thank you.. Are you??"

"I am if you are" she all but whispers back

I smile then realize her hands definitely bruising and I gently grab her other hand and pull her indoors.

"Sit!" I assert as I bring her to the couch and walk away leaving her confused.

I walk back in with a beer and an ice pack and the best smile I can offer.

"Thank you" she says with a sweet smile

"For what? This is for me, did you want something ?" I jokingly ask

"Yeah right! You hate beer" she laughs out

"You know me so well!" I sarcastically reply while opening her beer for her and putting the ice pack onto her knuckles.

We sit in a comfortable silence and I decide to place my hand on her thigh and my head onto her shoulder. Teasings fun but she's now injured because of me. As she finishes her beer I take the bottle and set it down on the table for her. As I sit back, replacing my head, she intertwines our fingers. There's a tension between us but it's comfortable

"Thank you so much Scar"... "you didn't have to do that"

I can feel her tense when I say that.

"Yes I did!! That creep had his hands all over you..." she growls out

"Scar, it's okay. I'm okay"

"It was not okay!" She whisper shouts

I turned my body to look at her better, then I turn her face to look at me.

"Look at me, see, I'm fine. I'm with my best girl. I couldn't be better!" I say squeezing her good hand in reassurance

Scar's POV

Fuck it! I reach my hands up and cup her cheeks, then I pull her in. I ghost my lips over hers and whisper: "Can I kiss you?"

"Please do!"

As soon as I get the go ahead I pull her into my lap then I smash our lips together. I've waited so damn long for this and the circumstances might've been less than ideal but the end results pure magic. Her lips feel so good against mine, like they were always meant to be together. She pulls away playfully gasping for air then she rests her forehead against mine.

"Wow..." she whispers causing me to quietly laugh in response.

"... that was everything" she continues causing me to smile in response, just happy that the feelings mutual.

We just sit in silence both processing what happened. She went to shift out of my lap but I just grip her tighter and whisper "mine!"

Y/N's POV

"What's that?" I question knowing exactly what she just said

She pulls my face to look at her, causing our eyes to lock and she ghosts my lips again.

"You're mine!" She says never once dropping eye contact

I move my face to whisper into her ear.

"I'm all yours baby!"

She pulls me in for a passionate yet gentle kiss. She then stands up extending her hand out to me. I take it and she pulls me up and into her.

"Let's go back to the party. I'd really like to show you off now that you're officially mine"

"I think we know I've always been yours!"

She smiles in response dragging me outside. She decided to take me back to our friends at the table. She sat in the only open seat, pulled me into her lap, and just gave off a smug smile back to the stares and rested her head on my shoulder.

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2,222 words... Part 2 will be posted

                            ❤️Kaitlyn☺️