#another cliffhanger???

[echolett]

what the fuck

#dndads #dndads s2 #ep47 #??? #another cliffhanger??? #this ep is crazy wait #ill speak on it later tho

[smokestarrules]

eight-episode seasons becoming the norm, shows being cancelled after their first or second season altogether, corporations not spending a single dollar to promote their renewed shows, corporations deciding to renew based on how many people binge it over and over and over again... this is the slow, choking death of media literacy. 

#and that's not even TOUCHING the homophobia. I'm not calm enough to talk about that shit right now #warrior nun #also. because people are being annoying in the tags and replies. the death of media literacy as in: #showrunners aren't told in enough time that their show is going to be canceled so they either end with a cliffhanger or have to wrap #everything up in the next season so the writing is rushed #and when the writing is rushed then the morals will be skewed and people will misconstrue them even more and talk badly about the show and #then another show like it will get canceled. it's a vicious cycle #smokey speaks #1k #10k

[loveinhawkins]

The problem is that a part of Steve knows the spider isn’t real.

But it’s the suggestion of it, right? Cobwebs in his hair, movement just out the corner of his eye; it’s all enough to convince him that there’s something crawling on his skin, to let out a panicked whisper to Nancy, there was a spider. It’s a black widow.

He tries to disregard it as a one-off. It’s an old creepy house. Just got him spooked for a bit, that’s all.

But then… diving into Lover’s Lake. Bats biting into his flesh. Overwhelming dizziness.

Nancy wrapping torn strips of clothing tight around—there’s something crawling, crawling underneath his skin, no, there isn’t, no, there—a bike ride through The Upside Down; one hacking cough, pushing through it, pushing through it—

Swallows it all down. Ignores the sweat, the tackiness around his bandage. Shh. Calm, calm.

Drives the RV. Doesn’t know how he’s even moving, is just grateful—grateful that his mind on autopilot seems to still function.

The War Zone. In and out. Parked. Sun in his eyes. Kids outside.

The feeling comes back. Something. Something under his skin. (In his blood, in all of him—)

“S’there something in my hair?” he asks Eddie, who’s mid-step out of the RV.

Eddie turns back with an air of amusement. “Nope,” he says. “Looks perfectly coiffed to me, man.”

“Can you—can you just check?”

Look closer, something’s wrong, something’s wrong.

“Uh, sure,” Eddie says, bemused. He sits next to Steve and tilts his head before lifting a hand uncertainly. “You want me to, uh?”

“Yeah, thanks. Just… there was a spider on me.”

It’s not what Steve wants to say at all, but there’s a sudden, terrifying disconnect between the thoughts in his head and what actually comes out of his mouth.

“Oh, you don’t like them, huh?”

Eddie’s not even teasing, just sounds understanding; he lifts up a few sections of hair carefully, taking his time. He’s so kind. Steve abruptly wants to cry.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you,” Eddie continues. “I have the same thing with mice. The way they move. Creepy little feet.” He shudders dramatically.

Steve wants to laugh at that. Can’t.

Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair a couple more times, gentle.

You don’t have to, Steve thinks. Make it hurt. Get it out. Did you find it? Please say you found it.

“Good news, you’re officially spider-free, Harrington.”

Eddie claps him on the shoulder, stands up.

Steve doesn’t move.

Eddie pauses again, halfway out the door. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Just need some air.”

He goes through the motions of prepping for the fight. Chats with Robin. She talks about a terrible, gnawing feeling, and he wants to scream yes, I know, I know, but he can’t tell her, why can’t he tell her?

Shh. Calm, calm.

Drives the RV. Forest Hills.

He brakes with no warning, sends bottles of alcohol rolling across the floor. He’s mad suddenly that they didn’t smash. He’s so—

Slip away.

Eddie’s trailer. Lets himself in.

Bathroom.

The wound on his stomach pulses. He doubles over the toilet. Throws up.

His skin is crawling.

There, in the back of his mind, a creeping coldness. A thought that is not his own.

I will kill them all. And I will make you watch.

Oh, God. Oh, God, he’s been so stupid.

-

Eddie finds him first.

He picks up one fallen bottle of alcohol before a gut feeling pulls him out of the RV—because Steve Harrington is a good driver, and he’d only brake like that if he had no choice.

“Steve?”

But Steve’s not waiting for them on the porch, he’s not even by the Gate.

Clattering; a strangled cry.

Eddie’s stomach lurches.

He runs towards the noise, opens the bathroom door and is instantly hit by the acrid smell of vomit.

“Steve! Jesus Christ.”

Steve’s pushed up against the cistern. There’s a damp patch all across his stomach, and his chest is heaving.

“Oh my God, Steve, what’s—”

Eddie reaches for him instinctively, and Steve flinches as if he’s been struck.

“No, don’t!”

“Jesus, you’re burning up,” Eddie whispers, drawing his hand back; Steve’s skin is feverishly hot, slick with sweat. He looks around frantically for a cloth, turns on the cold water. “Gotta get you cooled—”

Something slams into him; he’s pinned against the sink, Steve’s hand clamped around his throat.

“No,” Steve repeats. “Don’t.”

“Okay,” Eddie manages. He chokes on a swallow. “S-Steve, you’re—you’re—”

His hand flails, trying to pry Steve’s fingers off.

Steve’s grip loosens ever so slightly. His eyes are wide, bloodshot. Pleading.

“Eddie,” he says through gritted teeth. “You need to hurt me.”

With the last of his strength, Eddie gets his knee up and jabs—it’s barely anything, but it works enough to break Steve’s hold.

Eddie staggers; his back slams against the door. He’s shaking.

Steve stares at him. He’s gripping onto the sink so tightly that Eddie thinks it’s a miracle that it doesn’t crack.

And then there’s a horrible, guttural noise like Steve’s started to choke too, like he’s at war with himself.

Barely audible, he says, “Get… get Nancy.”

Eddie runs.

He nearly falls into Nancy as he opens the front door. He’s breathless, can’t think of what to say, save from—

“Wheeler, he needs you.”

It happens in an instant: Nancy’s brow pinches, and then she goes very pale, and she’s shouting for Robin and Dustin to stay in the RV, like she can turn on a dime, launched into an unknown crisis.

She pushes past Eddie, and he follows her, back into the bathroom.

The cold water is still running.

Steve’s got his hands in the sink. He looks at Nancy desperately.

“S-stop me.”

Another choking sound is ripped from Steve’s throat; Eddie realises that it’s actually a dry sob.

“Nance,” Steve says. It’s half her name, half a pained whine. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I—I know everything.”

And then he’s suddenly launching towards them—it’s only the fact that he’s so completely freaked out that makes Eddie move in time, saves him from getting strangled again.

He grabs Steve’s wet hands, pins them behind his back and tries to hold him still.

“Jesus! Wheeler, what the fuck is going—”

“Do you have anything that can knock him out?” Nancy says.

“What?”

“Drugs, Eddie!”

“Are you crazy? There’s no way—oh my God, what are you—”

Crack.

Nancy’s grabbed the cistern lid, brought it down upon Steve’s head. Eddie looks at Steve lying eerily still on the floor in abject horror.

There’s blood in his hair.

Eddie feels sick.

But Nancy just watches, as if to confirm that Steve’s not moving. She looks Eddie in the eye.

“Come on. That’s only gonna work for so long.”

Eddie just follows her out, too shocked to even attempt speaking.

It’s chaotic at the RV; Dustin sees them coming, leaps out of the door as Robin yells at him.

“Where’s Steve?”

“Get back inside.”

“Nancy, where the hell is he?”

“We can talk inside.”

“Bullshit, I’m—”

“Dustin, he’s Flayed,” Nancy says, her voice breaking, and all the fight goes out of Dustin at once.

“No, that’s—he can’t—”

Eddie finally finds his voice. “Can someone tell me what the fuck you’re talking about?”

Nancy doesn’t speak, not until they’re in the RV, the door locked behind her.

“I think it’s the—the bites—”

Robin swears, a hand over her mouth.

“Flayed?” Eddie persists.

“The Mind Flayer,” Dustin says numbly. “It’s what we—it’s a part of The Upside Down. It—it used Will to… to spy on…”

“And what, it’s—” Eddie swallows. “It’s inside him?”

“Like a virus. He’s part of the Hive Mind,” Nancy says.

Eddie’s knees feel weak.

“Fuck,” Dustin says. “He knows where we are, he’ll know—”

“It’s too late to change that,” Nancy says. “We just have to—at least someone needs to stay with him.”

“I will,” Robin says instantly, eyes blazing.

“Me too,” Dustin says.

Nancy glances at him, shakes her head—firm but apologetic. “You can join Erica.” And as Dustin opens his mouth, no doubt to argue, she adds, “I’m sorry, Dustin. It’s just—we might need to… to fight him.”

Dustin doesn’t reply, but looks so utterly devastated that Eddie wishes he’d insisted on diving first, that the bats had torn into him instead.

“Keep him warm,” Nancy tells Robin urgently. “And I don’t mean just—it’s got to be unbearable.”

Robin nods, ashen-faced.

Nancy catches Eddie’s eye. “The one thing that fucker can’t stand is heat.”

She paces up and down the RV, checking for stray bottles. Then she comes to a stop right in front of Robin.

“He—he might beg,” she whispers. “And it won’t—it’ll sound like him. Like he just wants the pain to stop.”

Robin’s eyes look glassy. “Nance, I don’t—don’t know if I can—”

“I’ll do it,” Eddie says.

He feels everyone’s eyes on him, but he just looks at Nancy, at the determined set to her jaw.

He doesn’t know when he made the decision, if he can even pinpoint a conscious moment of thought—but now that the words are out, he feels the vow he’s made, deep in his chest.

Nancy hands him a bottle and cloth.

A lighter.

She fixes Eddie with a piercing look. “It’s going to look like you’re killing him,” she says.

Eddie nods.

He turns, offers Robin his hand.

“C’mon, Buckley. Let’s get that bastard out of him.”

#another concept has ensnared me oops #i can only apologise for the cliffhanger #pre steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve and nancy #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #steve x eddie #flayed steve harrington #body horror cw

[24bughours]

I need these last two episodes to hurt

AND THE WAY THAT HALF OF EPISODE 8 WAS JUST NICE PETRIGROF MOMENTS I WAS ABT TO CRY IM SO EXCITED FOR EPISODE 9

#fionna and cake spoilers #fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanart #golbetty #simon petrikov #petrigrof #betty grof #the scarab #fionna and cake episode 8 #THE CLIFFHANGER IS KILLING ME. IF THIS SERIES ENDS ON ANOTHER ONE I WILL RETURN TO THE PRIMORDIAL SOUP #this is pretty mid but i also only spent like. 4 hours on it

[reds-skull]

Anatomy is one of the biggest thing I need to work on, so why not do it while drawing these two fuckers.

Tried to focus just on the sketch/lineart, so no shading on this one...

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod ghost #cod soap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod fanart #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #Incredibly homoerotic. as it should be #POV you're a FNG watching the LT go on a rampage after your Sergeant went down #only to find them like this after the fight ends #also of course they're covered in blood #honestly... should've put more of it #really dunk them in red paint yknow #also yes the next chapter of not alive nor dead will probably come out tomorrow #bc i left yall on another mean cliffhanger and i feel bad. again. #still got a lot to improve on with anatomy but i dont hate this

[egophiliac]

Are you excited for Malleus to read us all his Fanfiction?

Malleus making a perfect dreamworld for all of us to live in like

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #it's SO CLOSE i can TASTE IT #tastes like delicious angst >:) #and this probably isn't even the RESOLUTION it's just going to end on another MASSIVE CLIFFHANGER and MURDER MY SOUL #i am not ready. i'm not. #on the other hand i am SO READY to meet ortho's puppies! #they have names now! KB-RS01 & 02! #and you can have them in your guest room?! what?! i need to get back into doing that

[rintoki]

when you sleep at night

characters: kafka x dom!reader

tw: somnophilia, dubcon, nothing too crazy actually relax

a/n: i guess this can be considered a second part to my first kafka smut, its like the exact same setting and dynamic.

MINORS DNI

the door opens easily as kafka steps into the entrance way, slipping out of her heeled boots and quietly making her way through the dark living room. all the lights in the house was out and it was eerily silent, through the dim lighting kafka strains her eyes to check the clock hanging on your wall.

11:37pm

you couldn’t possibly be sleeping this early yet. but, alas, you proved to be unpredictable to her once again as she turns the knob to your bedroom, pushing it open to reveal your sleeping form on the bed. her feet padded softly on the floor; taking slow, deliberate steps closer to the bed that you laid on.

kafka clicked her tongue, a tinge of annoyance blossoming in her chest when she sees that you were indeed fast asleep and not just pretending to mess with her. not that you were the type to do that anyway. she felt her finger twitch unconsciously, standing foolishly by your bed as she is once again reminded of how little you cared for her. despite her now regular visits to your residence, you never once welcomed her, nor have you ever made any type of accommodations towards her.

the woman breathes deeply, your familiar scent permeates the room and her body is quick to react to it. reminded of all the late nights spent together, how warm your body felt next to hers, and how good you made her feel. kafka shuts her eyes for a moment, deciding on what to do now. part of her knows that the right thing to do is to leave and come back another time, preferably informing you beforehand like you had asked of her.

but instead she remains in her spot; unmoving as she watches the steady rise and fall of your chest, your soft breasts hidden underneath the thin material of your pyjamas, and how easy it would be to simply unbutton it right now. kafka finds herself getting lost in her thoughts, eyes raking over your body as she thinks about everything she could do to you now. but more than anything, her purple eyes finally land on your hands; the same hands that brought her orgasm after orgasm. the very ones that hugged and caressed her body, how she wanted to feel them again.

and as if in a trance, kafka pushes her jacket off her shoulders, letting the expensive coat fall to the floor without a care. normally unheard of with how much she loves her coats, but now there’s no one here to see that. and there’s no one to witness as she peels off the layers of her clothing, her belly tightening with every passing second and soon the woman stood in nothing but her panties.

kafka crawls gingerly onto the bed, careful to not wake you as she eyes your hand resting by your side. she tests the waters, nimble fingers wrapping around your wrist and pulling it away from your body. when you show no reaction does the excitement bubble up within her, her pussy already beginning to ache with need

inch by inch, she shuffles closer. until your relaxed fingers lay just underneath her clothed pussy, a wet spot now forming on her panties. kafka’s breathes deeply, trying to keep it even as she lowers herself onto your hand, feeling your fingers fold naturally under her weight.

a shaky breath escapes her at the feeling, slowly moving her hips back and forth on your curled fingers, not caring how awkward the position was. kafka watches your sleeping form carefully, but you showed no signs of waking up, still blissfully unaware and deeply asleep.

a small part of her was annoyed—that you didn’t wake up and catch her in the act, that she won’t get to see your reaction. but the larger part of her is now pushing off her panties, letting her bare pussy rub against the palm of your hand. it was warm, and the ridges brushed perfectly against her swollen clit. kafka shudders, her breathing turns heavy as she continues the slow rutting of her hips, allowing herself to enjoy the sensations until your hand was sufficiently lubricated from how much she leaked.

and with shaky hands, she positioned your fingers upright, aligning it with her hole before sinking down upon them. kafka nearly whines, biting back any sounds as your fingers penetrates her tight walls. she grips your wrist, holding them in place as the woman lifts her hips once again, this time pushing your fingers into her pussy. again and again, your fingers sunk deep into her warmth and kafka pants quietly. her mind was feeling dizzy from the entire situation, the fact that you weren’t even conscious now and yet you still managed to reduce her to this state. how even just your fingers was enough for her pussy to twitch and push back so desperately against your hand.

she squeezes her eyes shut, her head hung low and nearing the verge of her orgasm as she angles your wrist so that the tips of your fingers brushed against her spot. the sensitive patch of nerves singing in response as it felt like shocks ran through her body. kafka gasps loudly, unable to hold back her moans now as it almost felt like your hand was moving by itself. too far gone to put the pieces together even when your fingers begin to curl and thrust inside her, or when your thumb has suddenly begin to press against her clit at the same time.

her mouth hung open, panting breathlessly as her body felt like it was on fire. her hand wrapped helplessly around your wrist even as it moved by itself and her back arched, muscles flexing and her thighs trembled terribly. kafka was right on the edge, just a little more… just one more stroke, just one more thrust…

“agh…! fu—fuck, wha…!”

the woman felt every sensation in her body stop cold. before she’d knew it your hand was already ripped from her body, and her orgasm had come to a screeching halt. kafka nearly chokes, scrambling to her senses as she finally raises her head to face you.

from her flushed expression to her bare body, your cold eyes finally landed on your soaked fingers, covered in her wetness after having used it for her own pleasure. kafka watches with wide eyes; somewhere in her mind she understood that you had probably been awake for a while now, that you’d probably purposely fucked with her. brought her to the brink of an orgasm before ruthlessly ripping it away from her.

her heart pounds in her chest, an unfamiliar feeling as she waits for your next move, your next words. what will you with her now? she’s not that shameless to ask you to make her cum again after begin caught like that, but for whatever reason she could feel her pussy tightening again, waiting with anticipation of what you might do to her now.

#ERMMM #CLIFFHANGER ???? #i know there’s nothing inherently dom/sub about what’s happening in this fic but idc if u read this any other way i will kill you #this dynamic is purely SUB KAFKA X DOM READER #the reason why this is so short is because i actually planned to write more about what happens after #but lowkey i feel like i don’t know how people will receive that so i just kept it short and sweet #i wanna continue with what happens after but maybe in another fic #six.writes #honkai star rail #kafka #honkai star rail kafka #kafka x reader #kafka x you #sub kafka #dom!reader #sub honkai star rail #i’m testing with this fic lol

[silver-stargazing]

I'm sorry but the second they showed Mary Jane, I was completely distracted from the actual plot.

They just casually resolved a 26-year cliffhanger! She made it back! Spider-man saved her! AHHHHHHH!!!!

#sorry folks i was a spider-man tas kid first and foremost #if you resolve a cliffhanger i've been waiting most of my life over #then yeah i'm going to be focused on that #anyway cheers to another solid episode and cheers to spider-man 98! #marvel #xmen 97 #xmen spoilers #spiderman the animated series #spiderman #mary jane watson #peter parker #stargazer rambles

[celestialrealms]

some of us are suffering barbussy drought and they dont even care smh

#im DYING. please i dont care <3 #also really... another cliffhanger? #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me #obey me nightbringer #i need barbatos to be nightbringer just so he gets ANY screen time apparently #simeon's even worse off right now. i have zero trust tbh

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#eric at it again with the cameos #the hype king is at it again #there was another cameo where he said the season is normal sized which is nice #june is soon #they are going back quick #but good for us more eps #also he said there is a cliffhanger next ep #great can't wait #haha #chenford #tim x lucy #tim bradford #eric winter #i love him #he is such a refreshing ray of sunshine

[cookierunauprompts]

Can you please do a continuation of req 8 (the masquerade ball on) pleas I really loved it

absolutely, that's one of my favorite reqs that i've ever written. you do not understand how much i love masquerades hehehe

Requested Prompts #40 - 💓

You steadily picked yourself up from the ground, what had happened? The last thing you remember you were at the ball and then... nothing. You couldn't even remember who you were dancing with, if you were even dancing at all. You take a look around, taking in your surroundings... or rather, the lack thereof. You were surrounded by an inky black abyss that stained your vision black yet still allowed you to see, you could tell that it did that because you could see yourself almost perfectly. " Hello?" You call into the abyss, not expecting an answer even though that's what you want. " Is anyone there?" There was a pause, an almost infinitely long pause. For a moment you worried that you were stuck here, in the void, alone. You'd surely go insane if that were the case, but luckily( or perhaps, unluckily depending on how you view it) that wasn't the case. The ground trembled, and you stumbled back just in time to see a quite frankly way too large eye open up where you had been standing. It glowed a bright blue, reminding you of something you just couldn't put your finger on. And slowly but surely, it rotated to look at you. More eyes popped up, each staring at you when they opened. You receded into yourself, backing away even though it seemed that no matter how far you went they always seemed to get closer. You trip over your own feet and soon find yourself falling backwards, with fear clutching you for a mere moment before you are caught. " Now now, Little Star, we can't have you falling over now, can we?" A voice tutted with a chuckle, a rather familiar voice actually... You looked around for the source of the voice, and for who caught you, but you couldn't find anything other than the fact you were caught by a large, shadowy hand. You squeaked with surprise as you saw it's fingers curl around your form. " Y-you... Just who are you?" You called out into the darkness, your response beginning with a maniacal laugh. " Oh what a shame it is that you don't even recognize me... I'm rather hurt, Little Star." The voice cooed, and that's when it hit you. This voice belongs to that cookie at the masquerade ball... and the one that appeared in your dreams, the one you made that deal with... Oh sweet witches, just what did you get yourself into? " Show yourself!" You commanded, yet you were unable to hide the treble of fear that wormed its way into your tone. " Ehehe... Eheheha... Ehe he ha ha hah!" The voice cackled, you could feel the two largest eyes, the ones that looked like they actually belonged to a face, peering down at you. " Oho? So the princess wants me to reveal myself? I might as well indulge the wishes of her highness then~!" The voice chirped.

You stared on in a mixture of fear and awe as the Shadows receded to reveal the large figure of the cookie before you, bearing the same silhouette as the jester that appeared in your dream, only colored in. His heterochromatic blue eyes stared down at you as a grin stretched to be far too wide across his face. " Why hello there little princess! I'm so terribly sorry to have kept you waiting, but now we can finally meet face to face! Or well, face to real face." The jester chuckled, you couldn't help but feel like you've heard about this... well, this jester before. The cogs in your brain turn and turn, where have you heard about a Jester who could manipulate the Shadows to do his bidding? Ah, that's right, from your father. This was one of the five beasts, the fallen heroes. Shadow Milk Cookie. You fucked up big time just by making a deal with him in the first place, and you could tell that he could tell based just on your expression that you'd come to this realization. " Aw, there's no need to look so concerned! I do intend to keep my end of our little deal." You leaned away from him. " Considering your track record for deceiving cookies... I doubt it." You say, glancing up at him suspiciously. The gargantuan jester sighed dramatically. " You really don't remember out contract, do you?" He asked, to which you responded to with a shake of your head. " Fine, fine, I'll explain it again from the top." Shadow Milk Cookie cleared his throat, beginning to speak. " The very notion of our deal was that you would give me what you desired most in exchange for what you valued most, yes? What you wanted the most was freedom... Yet 'Freedom' is also what you value the most. So you put me into a bit of a conundrum as to how to collect what you valued while also giving you the freedom you ever so desperately desired." You gulped, you had a rather concerning feeling about this. You felt like you had acted selfishly in the past, far too selfish. " So then I had a thought!" The jester chirped, not helping the sinking feeling in your gut in the slightest. " What if I exchanged the freedom of your kingdom in exchange for yours? It was a truly marvelous idea if I do say so myself!" And there it was.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run au #cr kingdom #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #shadow milk cookie x reader #another cliffhanger :3 hehe

[romulusfuckingroy]

can y’all shut the fuck up about our flag means death and start asking them to bring back AVENUE 5 a show with MULTIPLE women and men of color including TWO Black women main characters and MULTIPLE canon bisexuals and gays

you want a failmarriage? THESE GUYS BROKE UP AND ARE NOW STUCK WITH EACH OTHER FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE

you want an autistic nihilist that makes everyone uncomfortable? WE GOT ZACH FUCKING WOODS

you want a girlboss? THIS WOMANS NAME IS KAREN AND SHES A LITERAL NIGHTMARE

oh but you want a REAL girlboss? IRIS RUNS FUCKING EVERYTHING AND HATES FUCKING EVERYONE

you want canon polyamory? HOUSE MD IS MARRIED TO BOTH A WOMAN AND A MAN

woman engineers? we got that

elon musk allegory? we got that

like I’m so deadass serious I need this show back so bad

#PLEASE. #finn.txt #every fucking character is legitimately so fucking developed and lovable #and it’s funny and touching and needs another season ESPECIALLY since it ended on a CLIFFHANGER. unlike someone (ofmd) #avenue 5

[claiestve]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐭 ꨄ Alex

˜”* ❝𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴏꜰ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

“So, what? You saw him?”

“Yeah, we bumped shoulders or something and I looked and realized it was him.”

“No fucking way? And then what?”

Well, there wasn’t much to it. You wanted to say he freaked out and stared at you blankly but that wouldn’t be the truth. When you looked up at him, you noticed someone by his side. She looked oddly familiar but you were so shocked about seeing Alex that you couldn’t even process. 

You wanted to act like you didn’t know who he was. You wanted to act like he was some stranger. You wanted to make him feel inferior to you. But, you couldn’t. The months you spent mourning your breakup didn’t exactly allow you to act like you didn't know him. Even when you thought everything was good now, it wasn’t. Well, you were happier, you had more important things you were worried about, but at the back of your mind, was him. 

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to bump into you, Alex.” 

He nodded as the woman next to him waited for him to catch up. It hurt so bad to see him not caring at all about you or the fact that you’re in front of him. He didn’t seem to care in the slightest. 

“It’s alright.” He would say before trying to catch up to the woman. You couldn’t let him walk away. But if you called out for him, would that put all of your healing to waste? Would that make you seem desperate? You will find out. 

“Wait! Don’t go…”

He turned around with the most clueless expression on his face. You already regretted this. You prayed to the man above that the woman he was with was not a new lover. You hoped she wasn’t some type of replacement.

“Um, are you two busy right now?” You tried to look him in the eyes but couldn’t.

“We just finished a meeting, we’re heading back now. Why?”

Okay, they’re not busy but… damn. You didn’t plan this out. Wait, a meeting? Like, they’re not dating? This was strictly business?

“Um,” The woman spoke up, “I can catch a ride nearby. You guys should catch up, it seems like you need to.”

She shot you a friendly smile and gave Alex a nod. Yeah, she knew and she happened to be so incredibly nice about it. Maybe this was all a mistake but, you needed this. 

Alex waved her goodbye before walking closer to you, “So, what is this about?”

You didn’t think that one through either. What was this about? You couldn’t tell him ‘Hey I’ve been thinking about you for so long and I finally got over you but then you randomly appeared so now we’re doing this’. That wasn’t exactly an option. 

“Just wanted to catch up. I mean, you’re here, I’m here, why not?”

“Listen, it’s great to see you again, but I don’t think we should. I’m still trying to figure things out, you’re probably still hurting, it’s–”

“Who said I was hurting? Last time I checked, the reason I’m even here is because I was taking myself out. I’m good, Alex. But if you want to make excuses just to not talk, be my guest.”

Yeah, that was not how that was supposed to go but you didn’t appreciate what he suggested. Yeah, you were hurting but not anymore. It was unbelievable, the audacity and confidence he had behind that when he could’ve just declined without reason. 

“So, did you walk away after that? There’s no way you two would’ve continued talking after that one.”

You re-positioned yourself on the couch and looked at your friend. There was a reason why you were getting comfortable. 

“Well…”

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hello... uhhh.... surprise???

ive been tuning into the recent rap beef with kendrick and drake while writing this so you know i was motivated.

#zsakuva #asmr #sakuverse #zsakuvaxreader #alex #yahhh lets get that angst #angst #okay #pls dont be mad i left u on another cliffhanger

[anukkuna]

About those cliffhangers...

Cliffhangers, das fleißige Lieschen bis Kälte der Erde:

Spatort-Fandom vor "Der Fluch des Geldes":

... was wird. :')

#spatort #tatort saarbrücken #I am excited #but also terrified #that there will be another year of cliffhanger purgatory #and it will be like aAAAaaaaARGHHhhh #der fluch des geldes

[flowersfortheghost]

since the spiderverse fandom is dying out, i have a confession to make

i thought gwen and miles were already dating until i saw the clocktower scene and was like "wait.. they're just friend?"

#OKAY OKAY OKAY BACKGROUND INFO #THE ONLY THING I EVER SAW FROM SPIDERVERSE BEFORE I WATCHED ATSV WAS 2 SCENES FROM ITSV #AND ONE OF THOSE GWEN WAS THERE AND I JUST ASSUMED SHE WAS DATING MILES #SO I GO INTO ATSV KNOWING NOTHING #AND I SEE THE INTRO AND GO “bro where tf ur man at?” #BUT I DIDNT KNOW THEY WERENT DATING #i was FOOLED #also i yelled at my sister when she said “oh forgot to mention this was part 1” #and my thoughts during the last scene was “YES IM IN BITCH GO SAVE YOUR FRIEND!” #i was so fucking hyped towards the end just for it to end on a cliffhanger #but thats a separate post for another time #ghostflower #gwen stacy #miles morales #across the spiderverse #erin talks abt random stuff #into the spider verse

[cthulhusstepmom]

Ghost is observant. He's always been, even before it was his job. It kept him safe, safe from his father's worst moods, safe from bullies at school, safe from the inevitable deterioration of all of his relationships.

So when Soap starts acting suspicious he feels his heart start to sink. He's a big enough person to admit that he's been selfish with Soap, allowed himself to indulge in genuine companionship; allowed something dangerous to develop. But what choice does he have? The thought of leaving now and denying himself the simple warmth of John MacTavish is almost a physical pain. So it should be a relief when Johnny starts to pull away, it saves Ghost from being the one to do it. But for once in his long trail of broken hearts and slowly withering relationships, Ghost doesn't want it to end.

So he clings on. He seeks him out more often, snaps and snarls at the thought of Soap going out of his sight. He lays there listening as Soap wakes with a haunted scream, internally wrestling with himself until he gathers the courage to cross the hall and knock, his cheeks heating when Soap answers the door in just his boxers. He kicks himself when Soap redirects and prepares to bow out and take the dismissal respectfully when Johnny offers to come and sit with him and his traitorous heart soars in his chest. Soap is giving him this and he'll take it with gratitude. They sit together in the rec room for hours, watching the fish sleep peacefully until Soap has drifted off and his tea is in danger of spilling in his limp hand. He briefly considers taking Johnny back to his room but he rationalizes that there is a reason the Soap didn't want him in there and it really isn't his business. So he sits there and he observes. Simply watching the slight rise and fall of Johnny's chest as he sleeps on the tattered couch. Indulging in the domesticity of it all.

When a knock jars him awake in the middle of the night he's unsure what he expects but Soap delirious and bleeding was certainly not on the top of that list. A small lick of pride flares inside of him that Soap would come to him before medical, which brings with it quiet concerns and many questions. Still he brings Johnny inside and sits him gently on his bed, stepping into his bathroom to quickly grab his personal first aid kit.

Soap is saying something when he gets back, so deep in his accent that it doesn't even register as words. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Ghost reverently takes his arm and starts to wipe at it with a damp cloth. Cleaning away the blood with quiet fervor, unsure just what could inflict such a wound on his Sergeant at this hour of the night. When the wound is revealed he flinches back.

Ghost is intimately acquainted with snake bites, has several scars buried deep in his collection that match the marks on Soap's arm, stretched and warped as they are from where he's grown since he got them.

And this is from a big fucking snake.

He looks up to Soap meets his eyes suddenly deathly sober.

"Just how'd you get this Soap?"

#CLIFFHANGER PART TWO #IM SORRY BUT IM NOT #ANGST #a smidgeon of Ghost's perspective because i love the wet cat man #tbh Ghost is just a big old retired fight dog in the shelter and Soap is the white woman coming to dedicate their entire life to him #he just needs love mannnn #on another note i may or may not be investing in my own goldfish tank soon so pray for me #in the event that happens i will post about it and 100% use it for fish person gaz content #cod mw2 #fish person gaz #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #reptile person soap #simon ghost riley