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8aji · 1 year

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you're the sunflower, i think your love would be too much. // m.c.

a collection of spiderman!chifuyu hcs + drabble of you finding out about spiderman's real identity

pairing. spiderman!chifuyu matsuno x reader

wc. 3.7k (hcs - 1.8k, drabble - 1.9k)

tags/cw. spiderman au, fluff, very very minor angst, mentions of injuries, implied violence, mentions of doubt and insecurities, mix of past + present tense for story telling purposes (hcs), a little ooc, not beta-ed (?) + please let me know if i missed anything !

a/n. second time writing bullet hcs !! it was definitely an experience and im definitely up for creating more short-format content im the future. this story was inspired mainly by @/_slvx0 spiderman!chifuyu fanart and my recent tasm obsession. PSA. chifuyu’s character was adapted to fit my vision of spiderman instead of fitting spiderman to who he is. this means his character might be ooc. bear mind that this is my first time writing for chifuyu and so im not a 100% with his characterization — i apologise for any ooc-ness in that regard.

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Got so insanely giddy when he found out about his powers. He was so close to making a group chat with all of his friends to break the news to them. Thankfully he managed to stop himself from sending the message because he had already created the group and come up with the lamest excuse to cover his tracks

Comics and Shonen manga become his personal bible. Every superhero-related thing he did was likely inspired by one of those. That included the way he patrols the city at night and the ways in which he hides his identity. Too bad none of them show how to balance superhero-life along with his college one, a step-by-step guide would be of great help

One time, when swinging through the city, he forgot to shoot his web at another building and just found himself freefalling for a bit — he almost gave himself a heart attack that day

Found out about a video of him going viral while he was eating a sandwich on top of the Tokyo tower. He was so taken aback he almost lost his balance; in his defence, it was a really cool video of him. And deep down, reading the comments underneath the video gave him a sense of relief. He had always wondered if his job as a night vigilante was worth it, often doubting whether he had any sort of positive impact on people, but the support he was flooded with was enough reassurance for him to keep going

For a while, he favours Spiderman over Chifuyu — he wasn’t particularly insecure per se, but he found out that he felt the most comfortable and confident when he was wearing the mask, he felt a lot more freedom whenever he did.

Kazutora was the first to find out about Chifuyu being a superhero. It was 3 in the morning and he was sitting on their living room couch doing some homework when Chifuyu came through the window, almost crashing against the coffee table and knocking over a flower vase. The two of them stood frozen in place, tension rising by the second. Kazutora was getting ready to call out for Baji because a random masked man wearing a leotard had just broken into their living room, never mind the fact that it was a relatively famous and beloved superhero. But before he could, Chifuyu took his mask off in a panic AND BAM Kazutora was flabbergasted, speechless, unable to comprehend the fact that one of his best friends was risking his life protecting the city — ‘Tora then proceeded to beg Chifuyu to let him be the man on the chair.

Being a vet student isn’t of much help when it comes to making superhero equipment, so he follows multiple youtube tutorials whenever he wants to make improvements to his suit — the first time he tried to follow one he fucked up so bad he was tempted to spill his secret to Mitsuya just so his friend could help him out with the suit design.

One of his favourite pastimes is finding the tallest buildings and reading manga or comics while sitting at the top. He will sometimes listen to music as well. Makes a playlist titled ‘Rooftop reading’ or something corny like that

His favourite superpower is his ‘spidey sense’, he would pick the web shooting but it still freaks him a little.

He met you one night after getting home from his patrol when he swung onto the fire escape. As far as he knew, everyone in the building was asleep and the apartment next to his was empty. But of course, he had been wrong and instead had given you the fright of the century by coming out of nowhere and landing right in front of your window. — you ended up recognising him as Spiderman right after he apologised, and intrigued by his presence you asked him a couple of questions along the lines of ‘Why the fuck are you outside my apartment at 4 in the morning’

From then on, he makes sure to be more careful whenever he returns home. Though every now and then he will purposely make his presence known by landing a little too roughly on the iron platform or by knocking on your window just so the two of you could chat for a couple of minutes. Bear in mind that he only does it when the lights are on, which is more often than not; turns out your sleep schedule is just as messed up as his — and with the schoolgirl crush that has his heart

Sometimes he will add a few ‘trapeze-esque’ moves to spice up his swinging routine. Makes him feel more like a superhero — and yes, he also learned those from youtube video tutorials.

His enhanced vision comes in handy whenever he finds himself too busy being Spiderman to study for exams. Tries not to feel bad about it, and has to remind himself that Baji and ‘Tora have both done the same thing to feel better

He becomes a little too chismoso because he can’t help but hear the gossip no matter how much he tries to tune it out and turns into somewhat of a picky eater.

Learning how to keep his superhuman strength in check was the hardest thing in the whole ‘Spider-acclimatization’ process. Before he figured out how to, he had already broken multiple glass jars, splintered the window and broken the hinges off of three doors before — Though the thing that hurt the most about not being able to show his super strength was knowing he could easily win an arm wrestling match against Baji but not doing so to keep his identity hidden.

Still, Baji had a hunch that something was going on with his best friend. With both, the superhero and the man on the chair. He had seen Chifuyu return to the apartment through the fire escape very late at night and managed to catch a glimpse of the red suit underneath an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, and he had heard the incoming ‘disturbance reports’ through the radio in Kazutora’s room. But in spite of his own curiosity, he refused to press his friends for the truth — he ended up officially finding out when he saw Chifuyu coming out of the bathroom fully dressed in his suit.

No doubt he will most definitely use his costume for Halloween, and absolutely adores it when people compliment it because ‘omg it looks literally the same as Spiderman’s!’

Freezed the first time he met you face to face without the suit, unable to apologise when he bumped into you by mistake. He just stared, and his friends were the ones to break the awkward silence when they recognized you as their neighbour.

He was ecstatic to finally be able to talk to you without having to wait for the early hours of the morning. For some reason, he hadn't thought about introducing himself as Chifuyu, but now the four of you hang out pretty often.

He would follow you around like a lost puppy around uni, force himself to do his homework to spend some time with you in the library and bring you coffee every time you met up. Whenever Baji and Kazutora had classes during the afternoon, think 6pm to 9pm lectures, you would get together at one of your apartments and watch movies — though these hung outs ended before 11pm max. he would come up with a very believable excuse and bolt out of the apartment, running down the fire escape to not be seen until next morning.

That didn’t stop you from growing even closer. By then you had alrwady started to develop something a little more than a platonic fondness for the blond and his childlike excitement.

He was adorable, almost reminding you of someone you had met before…including his unusual nighttime behaviour. It always got your mind wandering, but you stopped yourself before it did any further. You could be a bit of an overthinker, and you missed your ‘spider-friend’.

It was true that the closer the two of you grew, the more spaced out his ‘spider-visits’ im not sorry for calling everything he does spider-something became. It got to the point he stopped showing up at your apartment for a month. He was too lovesick and too focused on being Chifuyu to notice that you missed his alter ego’s company

He found out you did one day when he saw you sitting on the fire escape. You had been bottling up your feelings for a while and just needed to let it out. Of course, you didn't tell him you it was Spiderman you were missing — he would probably think you were insane. So instead, you told him you missed a friend and after a little thinking, it clicked for Chifuyu.

At first, he felt a little self-conscious. Was his company not enough? Would he ever live up to what Spiderman had become? But then it clicked, once again, that you had no idea that both Spiderman and Chifuyu were the same person. Plus, you had explained how the person you were talking about had been your first-ever friend when you moved to the city — the melancholy in your voice was enough for him to promise himself he was going to visit you one last time, and maybe if he made up his mind, he would tell you his secret.

But of course, the night he planned to come clean was the night he got into ‘real’ trouble as Spiderman for the first time. Getting ambushed by 7 people at the same time was no joke — Both Kazutora and Baji, the newest member of the ‘man in the chair’ club, had warned him about the dangers of confronting the group of armed men, but he had let his ‘spider-ego’ get in the way of his rational thinking and now every muscle in his body ached as he made his way home.

So in retrospect maybe it hadn't been so bad, his body was just achy achy but other than that and a couple of cuts on his arms and legs he was fine !! And he was still determined to carry out his plan.

But he hadn’t taken into account how exhausted his body truly was. He ended up miscalculating the distance from the neighbouring building to the fire escape.

Thank whatever higher power that your window was wide open because he crashed straight into your apartment, falling right into your coach and knocking over a lamp.

But ! you ! were there ! Glued in place, the movie you were watching still playing in the background and popcorn laying all over the floor

“I love Wall-E!” he exclaimed while dusting himself off and wincing as he raised his arm to point at the tv.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house.”

He winced again when he tried scratching the nape of his neck in embarrassment. He thought you would’ve been a lot happier to see him, maybe jump into his arms and tell him you had missed him so much. Maybe you would even pull his mask up enough for you to kiss him — though thinking about it, the idea didn’t sit well with him. He wanted you to kiss Chifuyu, not Spiderman.

“You’re hurt.” You pointed out once the initial surprise had worn off.

“It's nothing I can't handle, give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be as good as new.” He was proud of himself for the confidence he had exuded with his heroic nonchalance, though he was dying on the inside and most definitely needed to lay down.

“How many minutes?”

“Huh?”

“Until you’re ‘as good as new’, I mean.”

“Um,” he wasn’t prepared for you to question him on his healing factor. It wasn’t exactly something you would ask someone you hadn’t seen in a while — ‘it’s nice to see you again! By the way, how long exactly does it take the cells in your body to regenerate? Just curious, toodles!’. Imagine someone asking you that, wouldn't it be weird? You were weird for asking him that, definitely weirder than the random man who jumped through your window and forced you to spill popcorn all over the ground. “Maybe, uh, 120 minutes for the cuts and then a little over 480 for the rest of my body?”

You looked unimpressed.

“So ten hours in total.”

“I promise it's usually a lot quicker than that, it's just been a rough night.”

When you rolled your eyes at him, he was sure you were gonna kick him out of the apartment — and start locking your windows at night. But instead, you gestured for him to sit down before rummaging through your kitchen cabinet for a white box with a cross on it.

“You a first-aid fan?” he asked when you sat down next to him, cringing at the stupidity of his question.

“All apartments in the building have one.” You brushed off, chuckling, and pulling out some gauze and hydrogen peroxide. He swore he could melt against your touch, the pain of his injuries melting away. And maybe it was the glimpse of a smile, the comfort in the creasing of your eyes, that turned him stupider than he already was.

“Ours doesn’t.”

He joked, forgetting for a minute that the version of him sitting in front of you wasn’t Chifuyu. But as soon as he saw your hands freeze in place, your gaze locking with his in confusion, he could feel the colour drain from his face.

“Wha– what I meant was that my, you know, apartment, which is somewhere that’s not here, because I don’t live here–”

“So you live here.”

“Well, I just said I don’t–”

“And you still couldn’t bother telling me you were going to suddenly disappear.”

“I’m sorry I–”

“You’re unbelievable.” You scooted further away from him, brows furrowed in simmering frustration. “All this time I was worried about you.”

Frustrated, annoyed and pissed off. He had seen you like that before. Annoyed at people who walked too slowly on the street or at men who couldn’t bother moving out of their way, bumping into you because they expected you to move. Pissed off when you received a ‘bad’ grade according to your standards, or when one of your groupmates refused to respond to the group chat even when the project was due the next day.

Frustrated, annoyed and pissed. He had seen you like that before. But never had it been directed at him.

“I understand–”

“No you don’t!” you interrupted him. “If you did, you would’ve said something, and it’s not like it’s hard to put on your costume and climb down a couple of floors to let me know that you were okay.”

“It’s not a costume, it's a super suit…” he trailed off, and you sighed in response, letting yourself fall back against the backrest of the coach. The growing silence between the two of you only fed the tension dense enough to be cut with a butter knife. And it killed you to feel the tangible difference between your previous interactions and what you now thought would be the last one.

He had become a very important person in your life, the first friend you ever had after feeling desperately lonely without your family or friends in a new city. And of course, there was always the possibility of him not feeling the same about you. Maybe you weren’t as important to him as you would’ve liked.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I know I should’ve let you know I wasn't coming as often.”

His voice had curled onto itself. It was strained as it tried to make its way past his throat, like he was trying hard not to choke on his own words. It made your heart ache in return. And maybe it hadn’t been nice for him to just disappear, but he was a superhero for fucks sake. Were you really expecting a super-fucking-hero to make some time in his ‘saving the city’ calendar for you?

You thought he had been unfair, and now you were taking it out on him. Hypocrite; you complained about him not being nice to end up being not so nice yourself.

“I know…I know you’re busy doing hero stuff and all, I'm sorry for snapping at you.” You mumbled, gaze stuck on the ceiling. “And I’m sorry for making fun of your suit.”

He smiled at that, and like a peace offering, you nudged his arm with your hand, asking for permission to help patch him up. It made his cheeks flush underneath the mask, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from squealing at the fluttering in his stomach. It was true that he had been primarily reading action-hero manga and comics, but that didn’t mean his love for shojo was cast aside. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but imagine he was the main character of a romance story, and, in spite of how cheesy it sounded, he really wanted that with you.

“You know, I,” he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He wasn’t sure if it was too soon to be revealing a secret of such magnitude. Especially after the tension that had risen between the two of you. But his goal was not only to apologise but to offer you a proper explanation. “The reason I wasn't coming here as often was, um,”

You stopped dead in your tracks, the gauze soaked in hydrogen peroxide lingering over one of his cuts. Still, you avoided meeting his gaze, eyes stuck on the ripped edges of his suit as if scared of what he was going to tell you.

“It was,” breath in, breathe out. His quickening heartbeat was so loud it wouldn’t allow him to hear what he was saying. Breathe in, breathe out, maybe he couldn’t do this, maybe this was a bad idea. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out, “because I was already over all the time, just not as Spiderman…”

Your head shot up in the blink of an eye, and even he was surprised you hadn’t somehow given yourself whiplash. But never mind that, because the sudden familiarity that flashed through your eyes as you mentally pieced together every single event, clue, hint and theory you had discarded along with the new information you had received, was enough to let him know you recognised who he was.

“You are–”

“Yeah,” he nodded, biting his lip in anticipation. “It’s me–”

“Keisuke.”

“What? No, It’s me, Chifuyu.”

And as if to prove his point, he pulled off his mask, revealing the tousled mess of blond locks and the purple bruises underneath one of his eyes and his lower lip.

He had to hold back a whine at the ruined grand reveal.

“No, I know.” you deadpanned, and he had to hold back a whine at the ruined grand reveal. Had it been any other circumstance, he would’ve felt proud to be mistaken for Baji. But when it was the love of his life doing so, it felt more like a flat-out rejection instead of a compliment.

“Chifuyu,” you called out to him, effectively pulling him out of the self-pity spiral, and pointed at your window. “I mean ‘Keisuke?’”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Baji waved at the two of you from outside, “were you about to kiss?”

“No!” “Not yet.”

“Oh okay, cool,” he shrugged, pointy canines sticking out as he smiled. “You were taking longer than usual, we figured you had gotten in trouble or something.”

“Yeah!” Kazutora poked his head from behind the wall, hair tied in a messy bun. “But then we heard your voice coming from here and we thought we’d check it out.”

“Well, I'm fine, so you two can,” he made a gesture with his head, urging his best friends to leave the two of you alone. “You know, go.”

He hadn’t expected it to work. They weren’t ones to pass on the opportunity to tease anyone, especially him, being the younger of the group and all. But to his surprise, all they had done was send a wave your way with a promise to hang out tomorrow night and left.

Now the two of you alone, all he wanted to do was stare at your face all night while you patched him up because if there was any trope that concocted the perfect mix between action and romance was when someone took care of another person's injuries. And wasn’t it one of the sweetest displays of affection? Just taking care of the one you love? Even though he wasn’t a hundred percent sure you liked him like that, at least he could dream, right?

“Wait,” remembering what you said earlier, it felt like an ice water bucket was poured all over him. Suddenly, the giddiness inside his tummy had returned with full force, and he could feel his cheeks straining with the inkling of a smile. “You said ‘not yet’.”

You hummed in confusion, biting on the inside of your cheek. Sure, Baji and ‘Tora had spared him from the teasing — although one could argue that showing up had been the teasing itself— but you could always make up for it with a sprinkle of intentional obliviousness. “What do you mean?”

“When Baji asked if we had kissed, you said ‘not yet’, does that mean you want to kiss me?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, a cheeky smile on your lips as your fingers traced aimless patterns up his forearm and bicep, to then let your hand rest on his cheek, your thumb caressing the soft skin. “Do I?”

He leaned closer to you, prompted by your touch, and you were quick to follow through, letting your leg rest against his. He looked so cute with his eyes sparkling with excitement, lips parted in contained desperation as he waited for you to say ‘I do’.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, breath mingling with yours, and lips barely brushing against each other. He looked so pretty sitting on your couch, the light of the tv casting shadows on his face, and absolute lovesickness coating every single inch of his body.

You nodded in return, smiling as you basked in the taste of him, the man behind the mask, because even though he had his own waves of doubt, it had always been him.

It would always be Chifuyu for you.

#chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #chifuyu matsuno fluff #chifuyu fluff #tr fluff #tr x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #spiderman au #master collection.#tr collection.

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ignoremeimnothere · 9 months

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Hiiii

Can you please write a pedro×reader?

They are fighting really hard on something and suddenly pedeo grabs and kisses her?

The Way He Loves

Hey Anon, thank you VERY much for the request. I tried and failed lolz. I am so sorry I gave you mere crumbs when you deserve the whole cake, this ended as a hot MESS. Completely not read through, probably containing horrible incorrect Spanish (feel free to correct me) and not at all what was intended but it IS sad girl hours. But for the sake of things let's add this to the ‘hopefully I’ll revisit this and improve it’ file. Requests will always be open! Operation keep writing until I become adequate resumes! (Also if you have noticed I'm reposting this a day later it's because I forgot to post it as an answer because I am a moron.

‘Well leave then’

Pedro rolls his eyes keeping his posture leant against the bedroom door frame. You were having one of your episodes where you tried to push him away because he was getting too close. See Pedro was from a family that learned how important it was to talk and be open. You were not. Bottling emotions and resisting vulnerability was how yours functioned.

It had been a long process to get to this point with Pedro. He basically lived with you, you had admitted that you were both in a relationship and you had allowed him to meet one of your closest friends. Pedro wanted more and he worked hard for it. Normally he could judge it perfectly, getting you to reveal another piece to your puzzle. But sometimes he stood on the landmine and your fight or flight kicked him right in the teeth.

He calls your name trying to snap you from your thoughts.

‘No go on, I don’t want you here, can you please leave me alone, thanks.’

You walk to the doorway slinking past him while his hand reaches for your arm, you yank your arm away making your way to the front door. Pedro runs his hand through his hair, he knew you acted like this because your heart hung heavy with pain. In the pieces you were gradually giving him he could see how much you cared and how badly you loved him. It took him some getting used to realising you said ‘I love you’ by making him his morning coffee, by sending him random songs you thought he would like and by always saving him half of whatever treat you got.

He follows you, keeping a close eye on your emotions, you were on the cusp of working yourself up too far. You turned to see if he had met you once you were at the door. Looking him in the eye would have caused the tears brimming to fly down your cheeks, so you avoided his body, looking instead for how much distance was between your legs. He was close by so you reached for the handle and held it open for him.

He calls your name again. You point your finger to outside not realising you were beginning to tremble, struggling to contain the devastation leaking out. You cleared your throat getting ready to give him a final command but before you can open your mouth Pedro grabs your arm. Your bodies slam into each other from Pedro throwing himself to you and gripping you into his arms.

The dam breaks and you let it go. This whole ordeal you had started purely to avoid this. You were supposed to crumble to pieces alone, not in the arms of someone who clung onto you so tightly, trying to keep you together, someone who loved you.

‘I’ve got you,’ He whispered into your ears. His own beginning to fall on you. ‘I’ve got you bebita’.

He feels you look up for him, creating space he reveals your face, grabbing it and crashing his lips into yours. Once, twice, repeatedly until his message is received. He brings you back down to earth, back into your safe home, in the arms of the person who you also find yourself able to be homesick for. Despite you hating yourself for behaving this way, Pedro continued to console you, reminding you that it was another step towards being where you deserved to and wanted to be.

You loved him so much, this man who was so used to love. Accustomed to telling his loved ones that he did love them accompanied with a tight hug had taken the time to adjust to you. Sometimes he couldn’t help himself and would have to squeeze you and tell you in the most obvious way he knew how. But slowly and surely he started speaking your language, he learned to tell you he loved you by holding your jaw when you kissed, by learning to cook your favourite food, by never complaining or rushing you when you allowed yourself to explore a shop that sold your favourite random things. Pedro also developed the habit of sneaking declarations of his love in between your conversations, sometimes completely out of the blue.

He made sure not to reveal his tricks when your little spanish lessons commenced, confessing Te quiero con toda mi alma, Fuiste, eres y siempre serás, mi más bonita casualidad and Mi corazón palpita como una patata frita. He relished in your inability to refute them.

#pedro pascal drabble #pedro pascal #requests open #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal angst

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gaspshichat · 1 month

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we have a very long post again so i can bet y'all know who this is about. that's right. pearl appreciation post

it's a little more vent-y than i wanted bc i do talk about what's wrong with me and the things going on with my weird messed up body so please be careful of that. if you want to skip all of that, there is a big bolded red label titled "appreciation part"

i talked about my sun allergy on pearl's stream today and she asked what happened to me in the sun. i've spoken a little on the things wrong with me [although i don't go into too much detail bc i don't want to burden or worry pearl/chat more than i already do] so she does know a thing or two about me

(transcription: um, thank you for the ten bitties, gasps! "i get really bad sunburns that blister with severe rashes." *pained* ooh. "can't be outside for more than five to ten minutes without severe pain. that's why i work nights and have a night schedule." oh my gosh. that must be super difficult, gasps. i'm sorry that you have to deal with that! wow. you- you've got like- the world is not kind to you, i feel like. um. there's- there's so many things that you go through and- my gosh. i hope- i hope- i hope you're doing okay. that's a lot to deal with, though. that is a lot to deal with)

[also, side note. every time pearl calls me gasps i half expect her to call me vyren aka my name even though it would startle me if she randomly did one day. i forget she most likely doesn't know it or how to pronounce it lmao. it's vie-ren, not veer-in]

there's a line from that that keeps replaying in my mind just over and over again

"the world is not kind to you, i feel like"

i just keep repeating it because it's true. the world is not kind to me and i've spoken a little about this. i'll never be healthy or okay and never even had the chance. i was destined the life i live

watching pearl's streams and videos and chatting in her discord server help me forget all of that. i can pretend i'm not sick, that my bones don't scrap together, that the fever is gone [hell, sometimes i can pretend it was never there]. for four hours three times a week, i can pretend

every time i have a health update, pearl always tells me she hopes i get better or at least get an improvement. i always appreciate these moments and hold them close bc despite the fact that i cannot get better, they mean a lot

i'm getting blood tests hopefully in three months to see if i have one disorder. the disorder is incurable and genetic unfortunately. if i do have the disorder [almost 100% likely], we'll see if the meds help with me being sick

[APPRECIATION PART]

pearl, if you end up seeing this, thank you so much for everything. thank you for reading every bits message people send, thank you for spreading positivity, thank you for having a true safe space, thank you for your get well wishes, thank you for being genuinely kind, thank you for just being a good person, thank you for caring, thank you for remembering, thank you for being you

it's hard to come by someone who's a good person, especially in the world we live in today. i'm so happy and proud to be apart of your community that you've created. everyone here is so kind and it's genuinely refreshing

i hope these appreciation posts help you and seeing everything people say in the reblogs, especially on my last one. i'm still getting a lot of notifications from that post

[sometimes i wonder if these posts are too much. if you have an issue with them, pearl, please tell me! i'll stop/tone it down in a heartbeat]

sorry for a long post but at this point y'all know that i have long lost the ability to shut up

#pearlescentmoon #appreciation post #maintagging bc i want her to see this but if she doesn't want to reply that's okay #i just needed to say this #i am once again asking for pearl positivity in the reblogs

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thisismysecondrodeo · 1 year

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*nervous laughter* I read spanking and I read SNL devil from weekend update and ma'am I'm going to need you to combine those thoughts and elaborate for the class please and thank you 😈

AN: oops a passing suggestion in response to this ask turned into a smutfest who would have guessed (Everyone. Everyone would have guessed). Note: I don't actually know if you can watch SNL on airplane live TV so suspend your disbelief plz and thanks. Appreciate the patience and also everyone who played the WIP game it made this so fun!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: RPF, AFAB!reader, One-Shot, Smut, Porn with barely any plot, roleplay, spanking, General sexy things

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You tried your damndest to make it to 30 Rock to watch Jason host SNL, but after hours of flight delays, you knew it just wasn’t going to happen. You shed a few tears in the airport bathroom, but pulled yourself together, not wanting to be a burden on his big day. You knew how excited he was to be back on that stage, and you wanted to be there to support him however you could.

You both knew that you making it in time for filming was going to be a long shot to begin with—getting away from work was a challenge and it was a long flight. When you told him you had to try anyway as you purchased a ticket, he just smiled at you.

“You can support me from anywhere, baby, it’s okay.”

“I know, I know, but look, the flight isn’t even that expensive and I’ll get there with 2 hours to spare.”

Except with all the bad weather and cancellations you’d actually be getting there an hour after wrap. You were devastated as you sent him the message.

Y/N: Long delay and bad weather. About to board flight #2. I can make it to the wrap party if I go straight from the airport, I’m sorry baby!

Jason: Hey, it’s okay! Maybe you can watch it on live TV on the flight :)

Y/N: Of course I will!

Jason: One last dress rehearsal…

The last message Jason sent came with a picture of him in his Weekend Update devil outfit and he looked…good enough to eat. Red button-down shirt, tie, vest, and cape complete with horns and a pitchfork. The expression on his face was tired but happy, his hair a little messy since it was just rehearsal and you wanted to run your fingers through it. You wanted to grab him by his dumb little devil vest and kiss him senseless. You wanted him to fuck you with the horns still on.

You shifted in the uncomfortable airport chair, already feeling the heat between your thighs, and looked over your shoulder as if someone was going to catch you looking at porn instead of a very safe-for-work picture of your boyfriend. In fact, he was wearing MORE clothes than usual and he was hotter than ever.

Y/N: Fuck me.

Y/N: I can’t believe I’m missing Weekend Update Devil live!!

Y/N: That’s my favorite character of yours because you’re so fucking sexy in that outfit

Y/N: Oh boy would I like to

Jason: REALLY?

Jason: The Devil huh? Have you been…sinning lately?

You shifted again. Based on the way this conversation was headed, this was about to be a rather sticky and uncomfortable flight for you and you could already feel that itch of arousal within you begging for your attention.

Jason: Tell you what? How about I leave the wrap party a little early…and I’ll keep the costume on

Y/N: Dost thou tempt me, Devil?

Jason sent another picture. This time the tie was gone, the shirt was unbuttoned enough to see his chest hair, and the smile on his face was downright devilish. You groaned both at the picture and at the sound of you being called to board, and it took you a minute to get settled before you could reply.

Jason: Uh oh, what are you thinking right now?

Y/N: Currently? If I would I go to hell for masturbating in the plane bathroom

You chuckled, trying to think of something sexy to keep up the roleplay. It was easier when he was in front of you, but you knew he’d always be better at it considering the whole improv thing. It took you so long that by the time you hit send, you simultaneously received another message from him.

Jason: If you do, I’ll meet you there

Jason: I do run the place after all ;)

Jason had never spanked you before. The two of you had certainly explored some things, but that was one that you hadn’t broached with him yet. You cringed knowing there was no way he saw the message before he turned his phone off. Now you had to sit through the rest of the flight with damp panties, wondering when he would see it, how he’d react, and what the hell you’d be walking into once you got to the hotel. You listened to music to kill some time and try to calm your raging arousal, and then when it was on, you thanked your lucky stars and whoever the hell created the internet that you could watch SNL live from an airplane.

Y/N: And what would my punishment be, Mr. Prince of Darkness? At least a few lashings I hope?

Jason: Turning my phone off for the show, see you after <3

And then you saw the Parent-Teacher Conference.

Jason had told you he was kissing someone in a skit, but what you were looking at felt like softcore porn. You don’t even remember any jokes, just Jason’s lightly domineering tone and the way he dragged Ego Nwodim’s body toward him on the desk. You weren’t jealous at all. You were so turned on your whole body was pulsing with it, radiating out from your clit that was begging to be touched. You didn’t even realize until the commercial break that you were biting your lip so hard you could taste blood—it was a good thing though because if you weren’t you might have audibly moaned and how embarrassing would that have been?

You texted Jason in a stream of consciousness. You knew he couldn’t answer and that was part of the fun, but also this erotic energy had to go somewhere or you might really have to take it to the bathroom.

You locked your phone when the episode ended and stared out the window as if you could will the plan to get to Jason faster with erotic thoughts alone. You don’t know when you nodded off, but you woke up at the pilot’s announcement to buckle up for landing and a text from Jason:

Y/N: The Parent Teacher Conference ruined my life. I’m going to owe the airline money for ruining this seat.

YN: You’re so hot I can’t stand it. That was porn, Jason.

Y/N: Do you want to film a sex tape? No scratch that, you’re a celebrity that’s a terrible fucking idea

Y/N: …but do you?

Y/N: I’ll write I’ve been bad anywhere you want.

Y/N: Still keep the devil outfit on though

Y/N: Fuck I need you so badly Jason

Y/N: I am, and I cannot stress this enough, unbearably horny

Jason: I will leave this wrap party the minute you land. Gonna have to teach you a thing or two about making deals with the devil.

Y/N: Yes sir.

Jason: And you better not lay a finger on yourself before we see each other.

You shivered with anticipation and didn’t think twice about being the asshole that grabbed their carry-on and rushed down the aisle before anyone else. When anyone gave you a dirty look you just murmured, "connection," and in no time you were out of the airport and hailing a cab. If you adjusted how you sat specifically so the seam of your jeans pressed against you at every bump in the road and hard stop, well that was no one’s business but your own—and not technically against the rules. You arrived at Jason’s hotel, craving his touch like your body was on fire and he was cool water. You grabbed the key he left you at the front desk and when you let yourself into the room he was already there, reclining against the headboard with a glass of whiskey in one hand, in his devil outfit as promised.

You were already so worked up that just looking at him made you clench against nothing, and when you spoke you were surprised at how breathy you sounded.

“Hi, baby.”

Jason tilted his head at you but didn’t speak, a small smirk on his face. You set your bag on a chair near the door and moved to the side of the bed to lean down and kiss him, but he gently intercepted your face with a hand just under your jaw and your mouth fell open with a gasp. So that’s how we’re playing this, you thought gleefully. This close you could see he was clearly as affected as you were, his pants tight across the crotch, and you were more than a little pleased.

“Color?” It was the first word he’d spoken and his voice had a rasp to it from the show and talking loudly at the after-party you were sure.

“Green.”

“Good girl,” his hand was still holding your face as you leaned back away from him, but you shook your head no anyway.

“No? No. That’s right. Bad girl. You’ve been a’flirtin’ with the devil, hm?”

“Yes,” you responded, a near hiss. Both of you were still fully clothed and yet you felt seconds away from tipping over into ecstasy. Jason released his hand on your face and downed the rest of his drink before standing. You didn’t step back, so the two of you ended up so close his chest brushed against your already sensitive nipples—thank god you hadn’t worn a bra—and you whimpered at the barest of sensation. Jason looked you over quietly before unbuttoning your pants and sliding his hand into your underwear with no preamble. Your knees trembled and you whined as his middle finger slid over your clit with ease and then dipped inside you with zero resistance. You were absolutely drenched, but Jason moved slowly inside of you, toying with you instead of actually trying to make you cum.

He took hold of the back of your neck, drawing you into him tightly so his arm was pinned between your bodies and he could talk directly into your ear.

“You are absolutely dripping,” he punctuated the statement by pulling his finger out of you and driving two back in, hard, so you could hear the wet sound it made and you moaned. “You touched yourself when I told you not to, didn’t you?”

“No,” you responded, your eyes closed tightly, intoxicated by the smell of his cologne and the whiskey on his breath, the slippery feeling of him slowly fucking you with his fingers.

“Lying is a sin,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, “I should know.”

He slid his fingers out of you but didn’t release his hold on your neck, just moved to circling your clit. You weren’t sure how you were still hanging on, but you were trembling with ecstasy against him.

“You said not to lay a finger,” you choked out, “I didn’t use my fingers.”

Jason’s fingers stopped moving against your clit and he pulled you away just a hair so he could look at your face. You smirked at him and there was a sharp glint in his eye as he shook his head slightly, disapprovingly. You thought he might still go back to touching you, but instead, he removed his hand entirely and stepped away. You whipped around as he moved further from you, wanting to protest. You were so close you would get on your knees and beg for release if he wanted you to, but he just crossed his arms over his chest.

“Brat,” he said with light amusement, “strip.” You looked over at him, knew he’d be watching you closely, and when you pulled off your ruined underwear you saw him lick his lips. You stood in front of him, shivering more from intensity than temperature and he appraised you, palming himself over his pants as he did.

“What could a pretty little thing like you possibly have done to get sent to a devil like me?”

You smirked at him, amazed at how he still managed to be sweet even in scenes like this, even when you were being a brat. You reached for him and he moved to block your hand but you dodged him.

“No touching,” he growled and you playfully ignored him, hooking a finger in his belt loop to hold him still before going for the red pen he always kept in his pocket.

“Oh there’s plenty of naughty, sinful things I’ve done,” you responded as you clicked open the pen and began drawing hearts on the exposed skin of Jason’s hands and neck. He was maintaining his you're in trouble demeanor but you could feel his breath hitch when you made contact with him and he never stopped your doodling. “But I think what’s more important here is what I’m going to do.” You looked at him with your sweetest expression, before taking the pen to your own forearm and writing, I’ve been bad.

Jason groaned as he read it, grabbing you tightly by the hips and turning you towards the bed. You knew from experience that he could get so overcome by the excitement of a scene that looking at your face only made him want to stop roleplaying and fuck you into the nearest mattress. Sometimes you let him. But today you wanted to see this through.

“Color,” you asked, and he sighed because he knew that you knew it was getting harder for him to stay in it.

“It’ll be green when you lie down and take your punishment,” he said low in your ear and you shuddered at the feeling of his breath on your neck.

You did as he said, expecting the bed to dip next to you with the weight of him, but when you turned your head to look he was unbuttoning his cuffs and slowly rolling up his sleeves. He caught your eye and smirked.

“You know what they say, when a man hurries, the devil smiles,” he said with a small shrug and you groaned knowing how far he could drag this out. “Now,” he said, his voice full of authority, “I think you deserve, oh, about 10 smacks for being downright terrible on the airplane, and a brat with me just now, how does that sound?”

“Yes, sir.”

“But since you’re so keen on making deals…” He trailed off and you looked at him as he approached you and swept a hand down the length of your body, squeezing your ass to draw out a moan. “If you come only from being spanked we’ll stop there.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jason brought his hand down against the left side of your bottom and you cried out at the sharp sting of it, immediately followed by the warmth of pleasure. You could feel the slickness of your pussy spreading to your inner thighs. You didn’t know if you’d ever been this wet in your life but you still weren’t sure if you could actually come like this. It hurt, god it hurt, but you liked the tingling pain of it and the way that Jason couldn’t help but rub his hands over you after each slap.

It was swat number 7 that landed just a little too low, catching your inner thigh with just enough force that the vibration went straight to your clit. Before you could say anything, you were crying out in ecstasy, your pussy spasming against nothing and your face pressed hard into the pillow. When you came back down to earth, Jason was looking at you in awe and you wiped a stray tear from your face as you tried to catch your breath, the duvet beneath you damp against your thighs as you shifted slightly.

“Color,” Jason asked, his voice thick with a mix of concern and desire.

“Green. So green,” you sighed.

“I’m yellow,” he responded and you looked at him confused. “I need to touch you. Like, I NEED it. I need to love on you. I need…,” he palmed himself again and he was rambling slightly but you understood. He needed to touch you as himself. He needed to be boyfriend Jason making you feel good. The scene was incredibly fun and you could absolutely revisit it, but you certainly wouldn’t deny him that.

“Yes, baby, yes you can touch me,” you responded affectionately and he wasted no time stepping closer to the bed again and spreading your legs apart, sliding two fingers inside of you as you remained on your stomach, kissing the red marks he had left on you as he did.

“Jesus fuck you’re so wet, you feel so fucking good, god I missed you.” Every word of praise drew a high-pitched whimper out of you as he drove his fingers in and out. All you could hear was his voice and the lewd smack of him fucking into you as he added a third finger and curled them against your inner walls.

You snapped into your release with a wail of, "fuck, Jason" and he bit down on your thigh, which only heightened your peak. He slid his long, lithe fingers out of you as you caught your breath and he finally started undressing himself, losing the tie and vest first before working on his shirt buttons. You came out of your orgasm-induced haze enough to sit up and help with the pants, kissing across the soft expanse of his belly as you did. You had just freed him from the confines of his boxer briefs when you caught him reaching up to remove the horns from his head.

“Wait,” you said with a sly expression. “Leave them on. Please.”

He laughed and obliged, dropping his hands to his sides and you rewarded him with a long lick up the underside of his leaking cock. His sharp intake of breath and the way he twitched in your hand made you want to do it again, but you knew after the night you both had already had, he wouldn’t last long and you had already come so hard—twice—that you felt like you only had one more in you before you tapped out. You wouldn’t prolong the main event by lowering your mouth on him and hollowing your cheeks like you really wanted to. Instead, you took his hand and tugged him over you.

You guided him towards your entrance as he braced his arms near your shoulder and couldn’t help but glide the head of him against your clit, relishing in the sparks it created low in your abdomen.

“You know the devil works hard, but I think you’re harder,” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows up at him, and he groaned both at the pressure of your hand and your terrible joke.

“You know what, just for that,” he trailed off but finished his sentence by driving into you and filling you up in one swift stroke. He held one of your legs up as he entered you and even after two orgasms the stretch of him was deliciously rewarding. He kept a steady pace to work you up again, dropping his head to your chest to suck at your hardened nipples and nip at your collarbone, the plastic horns scratching under your chin. You brought his head up for a passionate kiss, all tongue and motion and heavy breathing. He returned to toying with your nipples, alternating sucking with quick licks that matched the rhythm of his hips as he picked up his pace.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” you praised him, knowing how much he loved hearing you. “You’re so fucking good. I love the way you fuck me.” Each thrust made the sheets brush against your still-stinging backside which only heightened the sensations.

You held his mouth to your chest with a hand on the back of his neck not wanting him to stop the tantalizing sensation of his tongue on you. You had just enough presence of mind to get your other hand between your bodies to rub your clit, helping to put you over the edge yet again. “That’s right, Y/N. Just like that. Come for me, beautiful.” Your walls fluttered and squeezed against Jason as you cried out and he drove into you faster still, his rhythm starting to stutter. After a few more thrusts he spilled inside you, dropping his forehead damp with sweat to the crook of your neck.

You felt the heaving of his chest slow as he calmed down and you stroked your hand mindlessly through this thick brown hair, tracing his gray temples affectionately. “We are going to have to put the devil in the rotation,” he grunted into your neck and you chuckled. “You have no idea how many times I almost lost it in my pants just looking at you. I think you might actually be the devil in disguise,” you wrinkled your nose at his corny joke but it was no worse than yours had been mid-fuck so you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Come on, we need to shower and I need to hear everything I missed by not making it in time.” He rolled to your side and you sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the hotel bed and tugging him with you toward the bathroom.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it, you watched! And I know you watched because I saw your text message about the parent-teacher conference in front of Ego at the wrap party and I turned so red she asked if I was having an allergic reaction to something.”

You laughed, pulling him into the hot shower with you, trading lazy kisses as you washed each other.

You tucked yourself into his side back in bed, naked, sated, and sore, and he kissed your forehead and turned out the lamp. You were just drifting off when he spoke again.

“Yes, to the sex tape by the way. Terrible idea. But absolutely yes.”

#jason sudeikis #jason sudeikis fanfic #rpf #jason sudeikis rpf #smut #jason sudeikis smut #jason sudeikis x reader

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strawberry-fields-things · 1 year

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Btw just so you know cellbits ex never said to not talk about him being an abuser she feels people are trying to silence her.Not surprised tho Quackity Stan’s love to deflect, that’s what y’all do, that what y’all stay forever doing. I’m glad I grew out of his content after he added that weirdo, maybe you should too. At least ya stopped supporting a pedophile shows you have some common sense.

i’m only gonna be replying to this ask of the three you sent. if you actually wanna talk instead of just sending anonymous hate, you can message me.

that being said, tw for abuse:

i’m going to assume you’re only from the english-speaking community when it comes to minecraft content, if i’m wrong, please do correct me.

the issue the spanish speaking community (and i’m guessing the portuguese speaking community as well, though i don’t really consume their content so i won’t be speaking for them) has had for a while with the english speaking community is that people tend to be a lot more toxic in the latter. you’re speaking of this whole issue AS IF this is brand new information that has just been uncovered.

cellbit HAS BEEN a streamer (one of the originals for the brazilian community) for a WHILE. the english speaking community didn’t just “find out he was an abuser before anyone else did”. this whole controversy you’re bringing up right now HAS BEEN RESOLVED by the portuguese-speaking community A WHILE BACK.

the video you’re talking about of sasa talking during an ig live (which i’m guessing that’s the one, because it’s the one floating around twitter— if it’s a different one, you can link me it) is taken completely out of context— and i know this sounds like a way to deflect the accusations, so i’ll explain why:

the ig live was SIX YEARS AGO

sasa afterwards said that she was overwhelmed and later explained so people would stop.

the clip floating around twitter of her live? yeah, it’s been mistranslated on some instances to intentionally mislead — (as far as i can tell; again, i’m not a fluent portuguese speaker, so i might make some mistakes. but i’ve seen a fair share of brazilians saying it’s mistranslated to english).

now, if you do care about cellbit’s ex-girlfriend sasa (who, by the way, in none of the asks you have mentioned by name) and not just about shitting on content creators, i think you would care to know she has stated multiple times that she wants to MOVE ON. so in the process of shitting on quackity and cellbit, you’re making sasa relive something she’s stated multiple times SHE’S TRYING TO LEAVE BEHIND. both cellbit and sasa have agreed (5-6 years ago, when this was happening) that they were both trying to move on and consider it a “finished matter”.

as i stated on my last post (and something you seem to either have skipped over/ignored) cellbit has also stated he has been going to therapy for the past four years to improve himself. he has a new girlfriend named lore (lor-eh, not lour) and people from both his life AND his community have stated that they have noticed the change in him during the past four years.

i would like to say this again: for someone trying to resurface pretty heavy accusations, you don’t seem to care for either cellbit’s ex-girlfriend sasa OR cellbit’s current girlfriend lorena (who i believe is a streamer?). here what lore posted RECENTLY on twitter:

and if you understood portuguese, you would see that the entire comment section of this same tweet is brazilians just being confused as to why this is even being brought up by “gringos” again when this whole situatuion was ‘resolved’ during 2013 (i put resolved between ‘’ because abuse is never something that is solved from one day to another— it’s a healing process that takes time).

(found this tweet that basically sums up what i mentioned before of being a member of the hispanic/brazilian community and watching english-speaking fans attempt to stir up old problems :/ )

(ps: you keep saying you outgrew dream/quackity’s content, but here you are making beef with a former dsmp/qsmp blog 🙂?)

#qsmp #cellbit

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2myl0ver · 6 months

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☾ 1 step forward, 3 steps back // byun euijoo

genre : angst / wc : 715 / tw : asshole reader, not a happy ending lol, cursing / masterlist / song : olivia rodrigo

♫ never doubted myself so much, like am I pretty or am I fun, girl? cuz it's always 1 step forward, and 3 steps back. do you love me? want me? hate me? girl, I don't understand. ♫

euijoo keeps his head low, leaving the practice room while on their break, he hears kei following him before he even speaks up. "hey, what's on your mind? is this about taki eating your ice cream in the fridge because if it is I already scolded him for that." euijoo lets out a breathy laugh before responding "no. it's not that, it's just y/n's been so distant recently. I feel like I'm not satisfying them and, it's making me dance sloppy and forget the dance. it's stressing me out, I don't know what I did wrong." he says, still keeping his head down. "hey," kei places his palm on euijoos shoulder, "it's okay. I'm sure they just had a bad day or something, maybe they're stressed too. I think you should be there for each other. you should talk to her so you can understand her better a she can understand you better." euijoo finally raises his head, "yeah. you're right, hyung. I'll go talk things out with her." he smiles.

♫ I kinda find it all exciting like, which lover will I get today? will you walk me to the door or send me home crying? ♫

"hi baby <3 can we talk? there's a cafe nearby, we can talk there!" he typed out.

ding !

"hi, yea sure. but make it quick, I have to go meet up with jay soon" read the words on his screen, his smile quickly fades upon seeing the name "jay".

"who's jay?" he asked, while walking to the cafe. "wow, so I can't have male friends anymore? get off my fucking back euijoo. stop being so fucking possessive, maybe if you stopped caring so much about who I'm with you'd actually improve your dances and be a better leader." tears form in his eyes in the middle of reading your message, he decides to stop before his tears spill out.

he arrives at the cafe and approaches your table. "hi. you were quick." he tries to lighten the mood, "can we get this over with? what did you wanna talk about?" you say, afraid of keeping jay waiting.

"w-well, I've been noticing that you haven't been the brightest recently and I just wanted to ask if there was anything I can do to make you feel better o-or if you wanna talk about it." euijoo says, concerned. "you really made me go here for this? you could've asked me this over text. I'm fine, euijoo."

"b-but-" you cut him off, "stop doing that, you keep stuttering. just get it out before I get out of here."

"I just thought we could talk about it.. you've been so distant recently and it's really effecting me. j-just please tell me what I-" he's cut off by his sobs, by this point other tables are whispering about the both of you, heads turned towards your direction. "please tell me what I did wrong, I'll change. I promise, I will. just tell me what it is.." euijoo sobs, while other people in the cafe start to feel bad for him, finally understanding what happened between you and him.

he reaches out his arms to hold your hand on the table, and you pull your hands away. "no, please.." he says, barely over a whisper while shaking his head. before he knew it, you stood up and left.

♫ it's one step forward and three steps back, I'm the love of your life until I make you mad ♫

euijoo walks back to the dorms with tears in his eyes, just hoping nobody sees him. once he enters the dorm, kei and nicholas see's him and immediately asks him what happened.

"I don't know, t-they were upset and- I just.. I don't know. they went to see someone named jay or something, whoever that is." he sniffs.

"oh euijoo.." nicholas says. "it's okay, euijoo." kei hugs him and is soon followed by nicholas

♫ no, it's back and forth, did I say something wrong? it's back and forth, going over everything I said. ♫

a/n : I took inspiration from someone do this with enhypen members where they give every enha member a song from the sour album but it was months ago and I don't remember who it is anymoree 😭 if yk what im talking about pls lmk 🫶

#&team #&audition #&team imagines #andaudition #&team EJ #&team scenarios #andteam #andteam reactions #byun euijoo #EJ &team #EJ &team imagines #euijoo &team #euijoo &team imagines

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sherlockbbc-rp · 22 days

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Hello, Harry mod here. 👋🏻

I have been pretty silent up until now. I am more a behind the scenes kind of person.

Thank you for all the kind messages we received so far. We appreciate each and every one of them.

And it's totally ok if you want to stay anonymous. We've seen what happens when you show a glimpse of support for John or just hint at not being against him: hate in your inbox (so sorry, Vicky, that you had to experience that). And yet, we (John, Mycroft and I) are painted as the bullies.

The split has been a long time coming. John was truly unhappy with how things were going in the role play. From what I heard, communicating with consult-sherlockholmes (about it) was difficult at best. I experienced the same issue first hand. People who follow the role play know that Sherlock and I never got along. I tried, really tried to get behind it and improve the situation. But every attempt to communicate with him was simply ignored or he tried to humiliate me (which is something I couldn't care less about 😆). I believe that John was mostly ignored, unless Sherlock wanted something from him.

Things went from bad to worse, clearly seen in the interaction between the rp blogs. John was considering quitting the rp altogether. And here I actively encouraged John to do that or to find another way to continue on his own. Because I know how much he likes this blog and the interaction with his followers. So if someone was wondering if I played a role in the break-up: yes, I did. ✌🏻 Am I handling more than one account at the moment? (you know what I mean): No. I have a hard time handling Harry and my main. (I used to play Mrs. Turner @mrs-turners-blog , but that account is pretty much inactive. It could become more active again in the future, who knows.)

Was the break-up handled unprofessionally? (Something only John was accused off many times.) Yes, it was. On both sides. If your partner of 2+ years wants to leave, you support their exit in every way. You don't use everything you have to make them stay, or try to paint them black before they exit and after. You don't tell others they are not to be trusted or to be believed. The break-up was handled with way too much emotion involved. Because they both care a lot about the characters they play. I am the same with Harry.

And then everything got blown out of proportion, like hello? It's only a role play. On tumblr. We do this for fun! I fear some people don't know what fun is (if that is you, please consider getting professional help!). People are taking themselves way too seriously. Throwing around big words like harassment and bullying and victim and perpetrator and scandal (that's my number 1 favourite, actually) like hand grenades.

We should have just ignored all that. That's where we - as a collective - went wrong. Because no matter what we do, people (you know who you are) will find a way to twist it so that we are the bullies, so that we are trying to silence others, which is so ridiculous, I don't even know what to say. In fact, they are the ones who are silencing those that bring a different perspective to the table. That's not objective reporting. That's taking a premeditated side.

But it's also totally valid for John to defend himself against all the ridiculous accusations, not letting himself get silenced. Because the person behind John is nothing like that: he isn't a bully, he isn't an abuser, he doesn't silence others. Because of this and because of my own experiences with Sherlock (on this account and my main), I stand 100% behind John. So, please: if you think you want to send some anon hate (cowards!) to John, send some to me as well. @therealharrywatson If it wasn't for me, John would have either quit the rp or he would still be stuck with an incompatible rp partner. I am as much to "blame" as he is.

I am really glad for John that he continued and even found another Sherlock. I hope they continue the role play in a fun way - like it's supposed to be. And I will try to chime in every now and then as the annoying big sister who is looking to turn her life around.

So, again- thank you so much for the support.

No hugs (I am not a hugger!!), but kisses

Harry

PS: This is not about forcing you to pick a side. If you want to continue to follow and interact with consult-sherlockholmes, that is totally fine. He played/ plays a pretty convincing Sherlock and deserves to continue on his own. Just not with consultjohnwatson. I -and John as well- do have a problem with the people who went after John and made him the bad guy in this. So, if you were blocked by one of us, it was probably because you openly supported those people. Not because we want to silence anyone (how does that even work?), but because we don't want the negativity and drama. Like I said before: we are role playing for fun.

#a scandal in tumblr #a candle in tumblr 🕯️#a scandle in tumblr

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slavicafire · 10 months

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żmija, i am in a messy situation. my love of more than two years (long distance relationship, we have not met yet in person) drifted away for a while last month (we had quite a bit of tension between us, mutually caused) and then we kept in touch again but he stopped replying again - just as we were supposed to meet in person (i thought he's really busy with exams and i kept sending cute lovely messages almost every day) and now he says he found another person and that he couldn't decide for a month if he should leave me but it's time. żmija, i really love him, more than anything, with a big big love and i really improved after that tension and stopped being jealous and angry. i talked to him again today after crying for a whole day from his decision he told me about yesterday and i can see (or i hope) he can be convinced to at least meet me. i want to try to get him back and i come here for advice on how to do that, any advice, because you are wise and i trust your judgement. i know that without drifting he still could be in a relationship with me now and i wish it didn't happen but i really want to try to change his mind anyway. how do i do it, how do i.. i don't know, seduce him? make him infatuated with me, like he is with her? make him feel the same that one can feel at the start of love, make him feel fresh love? please, if you can, answer this soon, i think the more time passes, the less chances i have, and i know i probably act foolish and should let go - everyone says that - but i love him in a real way

oh, darling... what a horrible pain to be in - and what a wrong door to knock at to get the answer you hope for.

one, the truth is that I simply cannot comprehend a long distance relationship. I cannot fathom being with someone - romantically, sexually, spiritually - without having met them. I can imagine a separation due to horrific circumstance, after a long time of loving and being close, but I cannot imagine being with someone without ever meeting them. I might be the minority, I might be dense, I might be cruel or shallow - but while I can comprehend a long distance spark, I cannot comprehend a long distance love. perhaps you ought to ask someone for whom this concept is dear and important.

and two - if someone would tell me that after a month of thinking about me, they chose someone else... I'd send a kiss across the four winds and bid them fare fucking well.

I know that without drifting... but he did. he has. there is no without. if he drifted - then he is simply like driftwood, and the river shall take him and then the sea, and any other heart that's willing. why would yours have to beg?

why would your own heart have to claw at this love that's clearly being held over your head? why fall to your knees and cry desperately? a thousand sweet messages won't make him love you like you deserve to be loved.

if you require a kind voice to tell you: beg him, prostrate yourself as if before the very god, cry and pray, offer him what no other can offer - then you must go somewhere else.

from me, you'll only get one thing: prioritise yourself. your time, your heart, your loyalty, your willingness, your pride, your love.

don't claw at it.

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omnybus · 1 year

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So, a while back, I wrote about how I really appreciate my watchers and commission clients for being so respectful to me, and how I've never dealt with an especially unpleasant client before.

Well, seems I jinxed myself!

The other day I was messaged by someone who asked if I wanted to take part in an unpaid collaborative art project. Normally I would turn down unpaid work, but I figured I might as well hear out what his project was and maybe give it a shout-out to others (I'm too polite; that's my problem). So he sends me a PDF detailing the project in question.

Basically he wanted to make a series of MLP comics starring his OCs along with 20-30 second animations to introduce each one. He also listed several jobs for the members of this project to fulfill: sketching, inking, coloring, cover art, lettering, scriptwriting, character design, prop design, 2D animators, 3D animators... even a "scientist" to help explain the workings of magic and tech in this series as well as "roleplayers" to help with writing character interactions. Like 30+ jobs in total.

While he did give a brief summery of the setting (sci-fi fantasy set 1000 years in the future) and stated there was no set time limit, at no point did he say what the plot of these stories are, how long these comics are supposed to be, how many there were going to be, or really any kind of framework to build off of. Hell, he didn't even name his OCs, let alone provide reference pics. The only thing he offered was the "privilege" of "showcase your own OCs" (which I can already do in my own gallery), "improving your art skills" (which I do literally every time I draw), and the opportunity to "help someone achieve their dream" (no comment).

Overall, everything about this project was incredibly vague and nondescript, and was essentially all going to be made up on the fly every step of the way. I even asked if he had a way to communicate with the other members of this project and all he said was "I have my ways of communicating". Like... why not just tell me? I felt like someone was trying to indoctrinate me into a cult, but they forgot that cult leaders are supposed to be charismatic. It seemed that all he had to offer were a bunch of lofty but nebulous ideas, and this clown was expecting a bunch of people to waste their time and talents helping him write self-insert fanfiction for his OCs and waifus.

But the most audacious part of the whole thing was that included in the PDF was a link to another PDF that was essentially a list of reasons for turning him down, and his explanations on why he won't accept them. They're listed below the cut:

“I’m too Busy, So I have no time to do this.” Reason.

As I’ve explain that Time isn’t an Issue for there is no time limit in my Project.

“I only do Commission’s because I really needed money to pay my Bills and Foods.” Reason.

I’m guessing that you don’t get out much then, surely there’s a Job vacancies around your places somewhere.

“I don’t do Freebies for stranger’s, only Friend’s” Reason.

That’s good rhem because I asked for a Collaboration, NOT a Request nor a Commission for that matter.

“I only draw what I want, I don’t do others and I’m not accepting Commission's either.” Reason.

Then I don’t see what’s the reason or why you posted your Artworks online then for everyone to see, unless of course, you want people to be jealous of you.

“What you just stated IS a Free Project, I’m not wasting my times and patiences for a Project who knows how long that will not help me Pay my Bills.” Reason.

…………, So what’s the problem then?; Please re-read my explanation to know what I mean.

“I appreciate you’ll willing to invite me for such a Big Project but I don’t think my Skills in Artwork’s is impressive enough.” Reason.

If your Artwork’s isn’t impressive enough for me then please tell me these 2 things:

why do you think I invite you to join my Project then?

if you’re that low on confidences about your Artworks, why bother posting it online for everyone to see?

“I just don’t want.” Reason.

Explain specifically and in details why not? please

Which one is your Reason or do you have any other “Reasons” that I miss or don’t know about?

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everlastlady · 11 months

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hey can you do some dating headcanons of muffy? she's the receptionist at the hospital in the new helluva boss episode, I really like her character, and any kind of reader is fine

Wow! When I saw this I was like there are Muffy simps!? We have Muffy simps in the house. But I'm not surprised because I love Muffy and her design was pleasing to my eyes. So I'll give you some Muffy dating hcs. 💙🧡

☕┆ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerful overlords. Welcome back to another story and this one, we have Muffy! The lovely woman who can't read or spell. But some how was able to kinda read? I don't know that confused me a bit? Maybe she can read a bit just not a lot because I do know some people who can't read but can kinda read, if you know what I mean. Anyway I hope you enjoy this story don't forget to like, comment, or reblog if you enjoyed, my request are open. ☕📖

☕┆ Story Contains: Muffy being the best.

☕┆ Fandom: Helluva Boss

☕┆ Word Count: 721

Muffy X Reader HCS

You met Muffy when you went with your friend who is a Hellhound to their appointment for a shot. You knew they hated needles so you would be there for support. And because you two would get lunch right after. When you arrived, you saw an Imp yelling and getting frustrated with the front desk woman. You were going to stay out of it and wait with your friend in line. After the Imp and his the Hell-Hound claim to be his daughter sat down. Your friend signed in but the front desk lady kept staring at you. You gave her an awkward smile and waved.

Her staring made you think you had something on your face. “ Oh, you don’t have anything on your face I just think you are cute. “ The front desk lady said. This caused you to blush and mumbled a soft thank you and walked away with your friend to sit. You could overhear the Imp named Blitzo fighting with some racist Karen. You just decided to plug in your headphones and listen to music. After a while, your friend was called back to the doctor’s office.

You stayed in the waiting room and played some games on your phone. “ What are you playing? “ You jumped and looked up to see the front desk lady. You smiled and told her you were playing your favorite mobile game. “ Can I play with you, I’m on my break and could use some fun. “ She said cheerfully. You smiled and nodded. You sat with the front desk woman who told you, that her name is Muffy and you thought her name was cute. So you taught her how to play your mobile game which she was really good at.

You two started talking and Muffy told you that, the reason she couldn’t spell and only read a little was because she didn’t really go to school. She only got this job because of the connections her father had. So you offered to help her read and spell. Which she was extremely grateful for. So you gave her your number. And left with your friend to go get some lunch. You felt your phone vibrate and saw that Muffy had sent you a heart and smiley emoji which made you smile.

You had been teaching Muffy how to spell and read. You both started off small and soon she was improving. She was happy to see her progress which also helped her at work and she wasn’t getting many reports against her. Muffy would start sending you a lot of text messages and through those messages, you could tell she was happy to learn how to spell, properly and be able to read a lot more now. But the message you saw that made you happy was Muffy asking you on a date and you agreed to go with her on a date.

She took you to a restaurant where you both talked, ate, and flirted a bit. Muffy looked so beautiful in that black dress. She kept thanking you for teaching her and she was especially grateful for how patient you were with her. She talked about how her teacher and tutors easily got frustrated with her and gave up. But you didn’t give up on her and motivated her to continue trying and work harder.

After the date, you and Muffy went to go get ice cream. She told you about how she wanted to become a doctor and she was going to try to do that. And you supported her but the next thing Muffy asked you was sweet that you didn’t say no. “ (Y/N) Do you want to be my partner? “ She asked while looking at you. You agreed to date her and she gave you a kiss on the cheek and you both walked back to her place holding hands.

Muffy eventually got her degree to become a doctor and along the way, she married you. Muffy was proud of the accomplishments she had made from learning how to spell and read. To be dating you, marry you, and get her medical degrees to become a doctor. Muffy shows you every day how grateful she is to have you and how you helped her. You love your little muffin Muffy and she loves you too.

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i was wondering, how did you get to develop your art? im currently in a process where i am trying to experiment and go beyond the need to create art that is realistic (as in "objectively like reality as it is", like I was being told by both school and family). i feel like I struggle a lot to follow my inspiration because of this, and I am also trying to learn how to draw scenes from my own ordinary life, but unfortunately I am quite impatient and frustrated with my inability to create what I wish to create + perfectionism in general makes me scared of using colour as well 😭 I really admire your art so much, both your sketches and finished pieces, and I have always wondered your own learning process throughout the years. please feel free to not reply if you feel uncomfortable cause I know it is a very personal process as well, and above all I hope you are doing well and I am sending you endless love <333

🥺🥺 this is so lovely to receive because if im completely honest there are multiple moments where i feel exactly as you've just described and despite pushing through it, a message like this is very validating that ive progressed in some way

i dont mind sharing at all. i started drawing/painting when i was 21/22 which is relatively late and i was so fearful because despite having a vision for what i wanted to create i lacked any skill that could help me bring what was in my minds eye to fruition. i was also insanely depressed and in the middle of getting my degree at uni (so felt like i had no time to pursue art, at least not to the extent i wanted to). — my plan to get better consisted of multiple things. id draw everyday. i had/have two styles i'd practice, one realism, and the other 'freestyle'? basically draw only from my head and from the rhythms that came naturally to my hand, no references. by doing that, or drawing the human figure/portraits/cars/buildings from my imagination, not only was i reinforcing what id actually learned from my study of the fundamentals, but i was learning to incorporate my own creativity into the rigid structure that sometimes comes from only drawing from reference. by doing that and drawing studies every day i began to build a library in my head of images/poses/character archetypes i could pull from which made drawing from my imagination easier, but also had the structural knowledge of forms/perspective/anatomy to make them look credible. id do this whenever i had free time, and once i left uni began practicing anywhere from 6-9 hours daily. a bit extreme but i felt like i had time to make up for since i started drawing relatively late in life. only tip there is to balance practice with making finished pieces. finished pieces will show you which fundamentals you still need to work on & how much progress you've made. they also show the completion of a thought whereas practice only gives you the tools to bring that thought to reality

just so u know, ur practice of the fundaments is not in vain. you just need to revive your own capacity to draw from your imagination/subconscious. the main thing is knowing your going to find your work horrible for a long time before it gets better. the joy has to come from the process of creating rather than the end product. by the time it gets better, your eye will also have improved, so you still wont be satisfied. thats where growth comes in. being your biggest critic is what will make you great, as long as you remember where you came from (date and keep your work so you can look back on it) and the role criticism plays. separate your skill from your self worth.

something helpful i was once told is along the lines of 'perfectionism is a lie we tell ourselves to justify our procrastination. no one is ever perfect, so the only way to gain skill is to practice. you cant grow if you dont begin. so if your really a perfectionist, your only solution is to start'

i would love to see your work someday and hope i will. wishing you luck and sending you all the courage to begin and be great. you got this <3

#ask

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j0kers-light · 9 months

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Can you give any hint on how His Lighthouse will end?

Hey hi anon 🖤✨

After careful consideration (y’all really bullied me lol) I’ve decided to alter the initial ending I had written.

I won’t lie anon. I tagged this story as #angst for a reason. From the beginning I knew this story was gonna be long. (I promise, I’m not dragging it out)

I mapped out at least fifty chapters not including an epilogue that occurs immediately after His Lighthouse. I just didn’t expect so many people to be so invested!! I hope you all have patience because this a journey.

Onto the unnecessary long explanation! 🖤✨

We already know Joker is in custody. He willingly surrendered in chapter one and is currently telling a long summary to Batman, Gordon, and the GCPD police force watching the interrogation— about his six months spent with Y/n.

All of His Lighthouse transpires in past tense until Joker wraps up his trip down memory lane. And apparently J has a lot to talk about. 👀

Half a year is a long time! That being said; I originally wrote the ending to be angst. I wanted to be different and create an angsty ambiguous ending were it’s implied that Y/n moved on without Joker.

BUT the people want a HEA! Soooo I flipped the script to make the reader happy. So far I’m struggling to rearrange the plot so we can all be happy at the end so please be patient with me!! The next few chapters are gonna reflect the sudden plot change.

I get that this is a self indulgent fic but I read every comment and message people send. I use them both as motivation and as constructive criticism to learn and improve. This will be happy ending!!

Somehow. 🫠

Edit: I thought about adding a snippet to the written ending but 😬😬😬 spoilers. They be cray. Here’s one anyway. I may or may not use this narrative now that I’ve reworked the ending. Eh. No harm of it.

[WARNING SPOILERS BELOW READ AT OWN RISK]

#thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#his lighthouse #ledger joker x reader #lengthy explanation #why am i still awake #hope this answers your question!

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lyon-amore · 1 year

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What if...? Duskwood Chapter 18

Chapter 17 ——————————��—————————————————-

*Macie POV*

I turn off the alarm and cover myself with the sheet. I have to get up to go to work, but I don't want to. I need a good reason to go to work. I hear the chat notification sound and try to reach the mobile. As soon as I unlock it, I gasp as I read the messages I sent to Jake last night. "No, no, no, no, did I send this?!" ask, looking at Henry "Oh, of course, you weren't there… But did I send this to him?!"

This was better than a cup of coffee to get rid of the hangover, seeing that I wrote ridiculous messages to the man I like. I don't think I'm going to be able to look him in the face today, what a shame... Oh…Yeah…I highly doubt he wants to see me after kicking me out of his apartment …He's lucky he's a nice person or I would have ratted him out.

I get another notification from Richy saying if I've seen the screenshot of Phil's conversation One by one everyone please! I can't have more than one thought at a time today. I don't think Cleo is right to accuse people randomly and without proof, she would have to keep calm. Richy doesn't want to believe that Phil is the kidnapper because of the mark of the raven. Also, it's strange: It's Cleo who's gone for Phil, but is it Richy who gets the mark? It's clearly not Phil. It seems that he also often treats girls to free drinks. It's good for me then for when I go to Duskwood sometime, because with everything that's going on, I'll need it. The first and last time I got drunk was in college. There I promised myself not to do it again and Surprise, surprise! I was the dumbest idiot on the planet because I've never been disappointed like this. This time I do promise not to drink again.

I see Aiden and walk over to him. When I stop him, he looks at me with a disappointed face. "Hey…" I start to say, embarrassed about last night. "How do you feel?" He asks me awkwardly. "I'm sorry for what I put you through" I apologize, covering myself with my bag, as if I were shielding myself from the nonsense I did ", the truth is… I didn't even feel like going…" He looks puzzled and crosses his arms. "And why didn't you say so from the beginning?" His voice of him being disappointed pierces my brain. I want to sink my head into the ground like ostriches "I would have understood." "Because I was angry with someone..." We walked into the building, continuing to talk. "And you wanted to ''revenge'' by using me," he draws out the word 'revenge', arching an eyebrow when he looks at me. "It's not even like me, really" and it's true, I've never done anything stupid like this. I took my disappointment too far, dragging down the wrong people ", I'm so sorry Aiden, I promise never to speak to you again.” He rolls his eyes, and laughs. "If you had told me it's to make a guy jealous, I would have helped you" he winks at me, along with a laugh ", you may not feel the same as me, but I always aim to help my friends." I smile at him shaking my head, He's even worse than me last night. "I don't think it's necessary anymore," I explain, and we get into the elevator. I can notice how some people look at me badly "He... For now I think we should stay away until our situation improves." “You texted him drunk." “I texted him drunk." “Rule number two: Don't have your phone handy when you're drunk. It never goes well. " "And what about rule number one?" "Never get drunk." Oh good. He could have given me that advice BEFORE I got drunk.

I work slowly and there are times when I almost fall asleep. I have to stay awake anyway... "HOW DID YOU SLEEP LAST NIGHT? " Lian yells at me and I cover my ears, throating as I complain. "Don't yell," I say, frowning. "Good, I remember few details, but as soon as I lay down on the bed, I stayed there, sleeping." "Can you tell what happened to you last night?" She leans on the table, looking at me as if she were my mother "Everyone is talking about it, even after yelling that you wanted to fuck Aiden they fear for their lives." “Oh God, no…” I grab my bag and bury my face in it. Lian takes it from me and points a finger at me. She is furious. "That's what you get from drinking. Have you learned your lesson?" "Believe me… Too well…" I remember at least the conversation with Brian because I was more lucid talking about how much I liked Jake, even though I didn't name him "Did Brian say anything to you?" "Tell me you didn't propose to fuck him." "No! Besides, Besides, Brian isn't that great either." She gives me a dirty look and crosses her arms. "Well, no, he hasn't said anything to me, why? Have you told him something? Is it about me?" Good, I'm saved. I’m glad Brian didn't tell her in the end. "No, just in case I said something stupid, nothing more." "Then don't worry, he hasn't said anything to me." It's good to know that her husband isn't interested in romance stories other than Lian and him. And more being Lian the center of his world. Damn, how romantic. I hate them. I decide to go to the building to see Jake. But… I stare at the front door, should I go in? I don't dare to see him yet and maybe he doesn't want to see me after what happened. And surely if I tell him what I suspect about him and what I investigated, plus that I have a friend who works for the government, he will surely disappear forever. I remove my hand from the knob and turn around, approaching the cats. Again they have food and water. I bend down and pet them, listening to their purrs. I look up, and narrow my eyes, coming to see a shadow in the window. Or so I think... Maybe guilt makes me think he's watching me. I pick up my phone hoping to receive a message from him telling me 'I've seen you, come up. We must talk.’ But no.

I go to the cafeteria and talk to Cleo for a while. Anything that makes me forget about this situation a bit.

No. As much as I talk to Cleo, I still remember Jake's yell telling me it's dangerous for both of us. Only this time, I don't feel like drinking alcohol. I've already learned my lesson: No alcoholic beverages. There is nothing better than coming home after a day at work. I look at my phone, trying to gain some strength to look for some clue to find Hannah. All I can see are lots of mixed numbers, symbols and colors. I can't concentrate. "Maybe I shouldn't have gotten involved with you like this…" I want to cry again. I'm stupid, I shouldn't have pressured him to be close, and we ended up getting hurt in the end.

I caress my lips remembering that were close to Jake. He really did want to kiss me… What would have happened if we had kissed in the end? Would he have regretted it later? Or perhaps… I better stop thinking about this, because I'm hurting myself.

Again, the unknown demands a video call. After the last video, I don't think anything worse is going to happen, right? I accept the call and keep an eye on the screen. The forest again... No... Something peeks out of a tree.

I let out a scream and drop my phone when I see the kidnapper wearing a mask. Ridiculous, I know, but like I said, it's real. This person can hurt Hannah. When it ends, I don't doubt it for a second. I need Jake. I need you by my side. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Jake? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I start to bite my nails. He doesn't answer. Did he see the video? Or maybe since he knows I'm not in Duskwood he doesn't care about the video? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Where are you? 😩 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

No... He won't be gone... Right? It is gone? He has left me alone? I start to write a "Jake please I need you I'm scared" but I end up deleting it. I put my phone down on the coffee table and stretch out on the sofa, hugging my knees. I don't want to go to bed after this video. Can something else happen? During work I find out that Thomas has gone to Alfie to ask him about Hannah and the man without a face, shaking him! But what did he think?! He is a kid! I massage my temples, trying to understand him. I understand his concern BUT TO DO THAT TO A CHILD! "Can they sit still for just FIVE MINUTES?" I ask myself, trying to calm myself, I'm not asking for much...

Huh? Something weird happens here... I look at all my co-workers who start muttering and looking at me, what now? Still haven't recovered from the party? Another notification... "What now?" I pick up my phone annoyed. Lilly… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly I just uploaded this to Youtube I hope you understand now how serious I am ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

<<A video… Let's see what he said now. >> I sigh and hit play. The video begins with her sitting on a chair. "Hello my name is Lilly Donfort. The missing girl Hannah Donfort is my sister" introduction, okay "and I know who's behind her disappearance" what? How does she know? "Some time ago, my sister sent us a cell phone number. At that point, she had already been got missing" What is she hinting at? ". In the meantime the woman of this number belongs to has intend infiltrate into our circle of friends and trying to get information about Hannah, her friends, and my family Yeah, because that's called INVESTIGATION "This woman has have know a unknown man" No, no, no, no, what is she doing?! She's going to put him in danger! "This man has illegally accessed my sister's private data, spied on us, even threatened us in multiple occasion" Stop Lilly! You're going to get him into trouble! "I'm really sure that these two people are the real perpetrators" WHAT?! ". Therefore, it seems also may be there behind the dead body that was recently found in Duskwood" But... what is she saying? "I’m in possession on both cell phones numbers as well a personal information and I prepare to have this over to anyone who is willing to help " Oh God! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING LILLY?! "Please!" She takes a breath, as if she is relaxing. Is it normal that everything is spinning? "I want my sister back. Help me find Hannah and bring this two kidnappers to justice." I stare at Lilly as the video ends. No… This can't be happening… right? “Meyers texted and said Macie's phone number was one of the two." "Is what Petunia Meyers said true? Is the number Macie's?" "So Macie is guilty?" One by one they all whisper behind my back and I can't react. I can't stop looking at my phone... I'm... But what? No… It can't be happening right? "Macie? Can you tell what everyone is saying?" Lian approaches my table, and even Aiden follows behind her. "How are you involved in a kidnapping?" I stare at them, unable to breathe. I squeeze the phone hard. Lilly…Lilly! LILLY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! I didn't answer them and I got up from my chair, taking my things. I hear them asking me questions about who Lilly is, why she blames me, and who this man is who says he's spying on her and her friends.

I manage to see Jessy make an appearance, defending me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy Are you nuts Lilly??? What have you done?! 😠 Lilly I did what had to be done Macie I am supposed to be the kidnapper? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I can't believe what she has done. If I had her in front of me right now I would pull her hair. I'm sick of everyone treating me the way they want or humiliating me! "Miss Connors!" I hear Christian behind me down the hall. "Explain to me what's happening right now?" "Sorry, but I have to go!" I yell without looking back. Christian grabs my arm and I try to pull away. "This is serious! This is something that can tarnish our image as journalists!" I stop moving and look at him. This is what I was referring to. Everything always involves what they will say about me. I'm tired. "Do you know Christian?" I start to say, in a tone of rage, "You should stop thinking so much about me and stick your ego worries up you ass." I snap out of his grasp and walk again. "Macie Connors! Come back right now!" I ignore him and enter the elevator, returning to the chat. I have to take care of Lilly now, but not here. If I keep listening to all these people, I'm going to go crazy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy I am just completely speechless right now Richy Hey y’all 😁 What’s going on here? 🤨 Macie There is a black sheep in our group And the sheep is called Lilly ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I can't believe what she's done. Will Jake be okay? This can affect him too. It's incredible that this is happening. What is going to become of us?! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thomas Lilly, is that true? Macie and this hacker guy are behind Hannah's disappearance? Macie Of course it’s not true! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thomas! But what are you saying! How can you doubt us now after all we've done?!

I arrive at a floor and see how those who were waiting for the elevator look at me. No, no, no... The rumor can't have spread so fast, right? I must relax. I'll ignore them and return to the conversation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly It’s impossible that you don’t see how suspicious Macie and Jake are! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

How… how do she know his name? How do she know his name is Jake? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dan Who the hell is Jake? Macie The hacker Richy The hacker’s name is Jake? 🤨 Dan No clue Lilly You see? It is impossible that someone, who is trying so hard his identity, is just looking to help Macie Where is your proof against Jake and I? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I end up getting my first text from a guy named Wallace, asking me what I've done with Hannah. This cannot be happening…

And of course she has no proof. Where was she going to get those proofs? Jake hasn't even told me anything about him regarding his privacy, he's always careful, which means there isn't even anything about him on the internet if you're looking for a man who looks the same as Jake. Maybe he doesn't even have social networks, how then can she know his name?

I have to tell Jake that he delete the video. Even Richy tells me. I hope he will listen to me this time, the matter also has to do with him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie I need you help! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I get to the ground floor and see some policemen at the entrance asking at the reception, did it really spread so fast?

I hide in the bathrooms and receive another text from a stranger named Elenor, saying that she knew Hannah. I try to make her understand that I have nothing to do with this, but she doesn't believe me . And she has the face to tell me that she has seen me with her. How else if I not know her?

New message from Richy. Great… Thanks for the encouragement… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Richy I don't want to cause a panic, but Lilly's video has over 4000 views already 😑 4221 views Macie Knock it off Richy 😤 Richy Sorry 😐 Macie Jake is not coming online Richy This is the first time I find it concerning 😅 Dan Pf. He took off long ago Macie He would never do that Dan Well, I would if I was him After such severe accusations Macie I would never forgive Lilly for that ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

What he has gone? No, I don't think so. Jake wouldn't abandon me like this…would he? Although before I thought that he was going to leave me because of the tension between us, this is more serious. Please, may he not have abandoned me.

The police must have already gone to the elevator to pick me up. I don't have to talk to them at the moment, I have to take care of another matter.

I have to do something with Lilly and immediately. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie I would like to hold a vote on Lilly Cleo What? Richy 😶 Macie An eye for an eye Lilly Is that supposed to be a joke? Macie Quite the opposite ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm not going to let Lilly continue in the group after what she's done. She could sink our lives! Endangering Jake's if it's true that he's the one the government wants! She is a danger even for the investigation, it is better that she is out so that she stops giving us problems.

I get herself to leave the group after an argument, I even get Jessy on my side with what happened. I manage to get to the apartment with some fear that someone could have followed me. I slam the door hard. It has to be inside, right? Please, let him be inside….

Nothing.

Jake's not in the apartment. "Where has he been?" I mutter between my teeth "please, tell me you haven't left..." Staying here will do me no good. I don't know where he may have gone. I will go home, surely the police will go there to look for me. *Jake POV*

I arrive at the apartment after having moved a little away from the city. Upon entering, I go straight to the computer, seeing a couple of messages from Macie asking me for help. I hadn't touched the computer until now. I couldn't be on it and see her messages. If she was happy or if she was still angry. Now, seeing these messages, I am clear that I must finally respond. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Hello Macie. Macie I am glad to see you! Jake What happened? Macie I'll explain what happened Lilly published a video She is accusing us both! Now everyone believes it! You have to delete the video immediately! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I put my hands to my head, thinking about the situation. I have to not only fix the video but eliminate all the evidence we have in this room and get the hell out of here before they find me. I'm sure they'll find me soon.

Shit, shit… This can't be happening! It can't happen! I have to calm down, Macie can tell I'm nervous and it would make her nervous. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake I am going to take care of it. Macie Please hurry I am going to let the others know ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look around the room. All the work that Macie has done. I have to destroy everything before they come after me and suspect us more. Her. Shit… She must be having a hard time. And I can't be next to her. "I have no choice but to destroy all this" I muttered, starting to throw everything on the floor and going for the stove ", but before that, I have to take care of Lilly." Please, that she can trust me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

??? Lilly, I am sorry but I do not have much time, so I will cut to the point. You need to delete that video, not only because you hurt Macie, but also you and your family. Lilly Wow, now you really deign to talk to me, eh? Kidnapper! Assassin! Give me back my sister! ??? Lilly, please trust me, I had nothing to do with Hannah's disappearance. Lilly I don't believe you ??? I understand, but it is a security issue. And not only for that. You do not know it yet, but we are connected. Lilly ENOUGH! I don’t want more lies! Give me back my sister! I just want that! ??? Lilly please listen to me! I am your brother! Lilly NO! I would know perfectly well that I have a brother! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I clench my teeth hard. I didn't want to do this, but it's a last resort for me to delete the video. I am attaching a picture of her father and my mother, in a romantic way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

??? You probably won't believe me. But I am risking enough for you to see how important it is to me that none of the three of you are in danger because of me. The government is looking for me and this can also affect your family. Please delete that video, not for me, but for Macie, Hannah, and the rest of your family. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly goes offline and I pray it worked.

Now it only remains for me to disappear.

Chapter 19

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