#i wanted the pole so bad ffs

[iguessricciardo]

lance i was rooting for you we were ALL rooting for you

#i wanted the pole so bad ffs #saudi arabian gp 2023

[muniimyg]

10 // series m.list

taglist closed !

taglist: @bloopkook @pb-n-juju @taetaecatboy @ellesalazar @joonsjuice @firesighgirl @cursedcursives @whoa-jo @yoongukie-ff @jihopesjoint @mint--yoongs @xxxanimangxxx @floweryjeons

note: thank you for your patience with this mini fic!! 

The end of a semester is usually your favourite time of the year for obvious reasons: academic freedom, one year closer to your degree, and summer vacation. Summer rings in new fun, new travels, new people. 

Perhaps, a new love. 

Summer time also meant more time to see Nam Joon. As your friendgroup tends to be more clingy with the hot atmosphere, something about the idea of this summer with Nam Joon makes you feel weird. It doesn’t excite or repulse you.. Instead, it makes you feel confused. 

It’s inevitable that your mind is clouded with petty thoughts and sadness. After all that has happened; you’re so burnt out from studying alone and sinking into the bitter feeling of needing to prove people wrong. 

The truth is; you’re not that dumb. 

You’re merely average.. Putting in the work simply isn’t your forte. 

What you hate is when people make you feel stupid. 

Nam Joon, regardless of the many insults, has never made you feel stupid until the day you knocked on his door in the pouring rain. When you had asked him if he had feelings for you and he looked at you like you couldn’t possibly know—it hurt. 

Did he think you were that stupid? Stupid enough that you couldn’t comprehend the difference between lies and truth? The difference between feelings and lust? The lines are thin… But not invisible. 

Invisible is what you felt. 

Nam Joon sure had a talent for making you feel a million little things. From sex to the actual friendship—he has always had a way with you… And just like that, as you exit your lecture building with your exam mark in your hands—you see him. 

He stands there, leaning against a campus pole, arms crossed with his a little smile to greet you with. Nam Joon raises his hand and waves at you. He does his best to look nonchalant as he fights the urge to run to you. 

Oh, if only he could run to you.

It’s like his breath is taken from him the moment your eyes meet his. He wants to take your hand and be with you so bad.. To be with you as if nothing happened and he could erase every dumb thing he ever said and did to you. 

But he doesn’t. 

Instead, he lets the moment sink and ache. In response to his presence, you roll your eyes at him. Then, you let out a sigh, turn the other cheek, and begin to walk to the opposite direction. It’s then when Nam Joon realizes that you’ve figured it out.

The truth is; he has always been the dumb one between you two. 

“Are you gonna follow me inside too or are we done?”

Your harsh tone catches Nam Joon off guard. He lifts his head from looking at his feet. The entire way here, he has been watching his feet follow yours. He looked like a lost puppy, trying to keep it’s distance but also so desperate to be loved and taken. 

He didn’t mean to come off like a creep. This entire walk has been so painful and slow. Yet, he found comfort in just being within your reach. Even if you didn’t need him or didn’t even turn your head back once to check on him—he’d still follow you to wherever.

To the end of the earth.

To where your heart had wandered off to.

To wherever you go; he would follow.

Nam Joon has always loved that about you. The way your certainty leaked and inspired him to be the same regardless of the logistics of the decisions. Your love to live life is contagious. He never truly feels like he’s living if he’s not with you. He needs you.

As he wraps up his train of thoughts, Nam Joon clears his throat to answer.

You beat him to it.

“Go home, Nam Joon. Have a good summer. I’ll see you around,” you dismiss him. As you turn away, he catches your wrist and holds you still. 

“I called you.” 

You stiffen, surprised he’s even talking right now. He has never been the type to touch you in public. It was exactly in his character to follow you around and not say a thing… But this? You stare at his hands wrapped around your wrist. When was the last time you two touched? Before you get dizzy from your own thoughts, you defend yourself: “I was taking the exam. Can’t use my phone—”

“I called you last night. Seven times. I left voice messages and even texted you after you told me to fuck off. I asked around for your professors morning routine so I could stall him because I was afraid you’d be late to the exam or needed at least a fifteen minute review with your classmates. I stalled him for twenty-three minutes. I stood outside, in this fucking heat, waiting for you to come out and... I don’t know? Look at me? Talk to me? You walked away. You told me to fuck off. Now, you’re telling me to go home and that you’ll see me around?” Nam Joon’s voice hitches at the end. “I don’t want to just see you around. I want more than that.”

You look at him, eyebrows furrowed together. “Get lost.”

“You’re doing it again.”

“Get lost.”

He shakes his head.

“Where you go, I go.”

You glare at him. 

Fine, two can play this game. 

“And if I go to Hobi? You owe me a boyfriend, by the way.”

Nam Joon lets go of your wrist. Slightly hurt, he asks: “you still like him?”

“Who else am I supposed to like?”

“Me.”

In this moment, you see something in him that you’ve never seen before.

Honesty. 

Before you can say anything, your phone chimes with a notification. Quickly, you take your phone out and check. 

EXAM RESULTS: Available

“My grade came in,” you breathe. “Fuck. Why did they mark it so fast?”

“Wasn’t it just scantron, dummy?” he teases, peaking his head over to see your phone. You tilt your phone towards you and side eye him. What if you failed? That’d be such an embarrassing grade for him to witness you receive!

Hell fucking no.

“Okay, okay... Check your grade, beautiful.”

Instantly, you look at him in shock. His cheeks flush in pink but he doesn’t take what he called you back. He meant it. Nam Joon offers a shy smile and looks into the distances, trying to downplay your reaction. 

As you sign in to check your results, he continues to be the smartass that he is. “Wanna know a secret? When I took this class last sem, I got a 89.2% on the final. It was kind of hard.. Like, I remember actually being stumped on the questions. If you have to retake the class; I promise I’ll be by your side. It’s a hard class! I know at least two other people that had to retake it—what? Did you pass?”

You stare at him blankly. 

A part of you tries to process his comforting promise while the other part of you gets lost his eyes. They look so desperate and sparkly—almost like they’re in love.

Could they be? 

… Focus.

You check your grade. It reads:

EXAM RESULTS: Available

93.6% PASS.

“___? Are you okay? Was the exam that bad?” he begins to panic. Without thinking twice, he pulls you close to take a peak. You shut your phone screen off and shake your head at him.

“Come on, ___! What did you get?” 

You shrug at him, staying emotionless. Your feelings are beginning to overwhelm you, but you need to stabilize them for the sake of whatever is going on between you and him.

You stay silent. Eyes soft, almost watering from the relief you feel. Fuck, you worked so hard. You feel so accomplished.

On the other hand, Nam Joon feels like he’s been kicked in the stomach. He feels so much guilt. Did you fail because of him? He doesn’t know what to say or to do. It’s a good thing Hobi advised him not to bring flowers... Instead, Nam Joon brought his entire heart. Even if he doesn’t say it, he knows it’s yours and that, my friends, is way better than flowers.

“Tell me or I’ll kiss you—”

“I didn’t do that well,” you pout, crossing your arms. You decide to commit to your lie purely because of the way his expression softened.

He’s cute.

“What now? You going to call me stupid? You going to fuck around with my feelings again and—”

Nam Joon crashes his lips onto yours. Without much thought, you sink into it and feel butterflies as he wraps his arms around your waist. When he pulls away, he fixes your hair and cups your cheeks. 

“You did well, ___.”

Pouting, you push him off of you. Somehow, he takes a hold of your hand and stands there innocently. You tilt your head at him completely confused. 

“What does this mean?”

“You’re smart,” Nam Joon teases, dipping his head low and pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Figure it out.”

#bts fic #nam joon fic #nam joon tutor #nam joon angst #nam joon imagine #rm fic #rm fake texts #bts fake scenarios #rm x yn

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

Hi! I noticed requests are open and got really excited! I asked about all those wax museum movies a while ago and it was so cool seeing how those poles turned out. So I wanted to request a few I watched recently: Day of the Dead 1985 (not Dawn, checked on the list and saw that's already been done!), Bad Ben 2016 (the first in this homemade found footage project by one guy, he's done loads now. I probably would've hated his movies if i wasn't already a massive ff fan!) and The Medium 2021 (set in Thailand. It was pretty harrowing for me overall ngl, but i personally didn't like the end). I didn't see a rule about multiple asks in your pinned post, so i hope three asks in one is not too much! Anyway, thank you for all the time and energy you're putting into running this blog. All the best :-)

I’ll use this ask to answer a few questions, first of all thank you everyone for your sweet messages you are far too kind!

Second I have no rule against multiple movies in a request as long as you’re not sending 50 at a time.

Third, thank you everyone for checking the list to see what movies have not been done before. I have also posted over 300 polls so far so please use the search option because it might already be closed.

#not a poll #ask

[pandoricpies]

Little rant for a second, TW for talk of body image; regarding the comments on the body types of the beta test characters.

TL;DR: Don’t ever let someone tell you what you should or shouldn’t look like. It’s like telling an artist how to paint their painting. People don’t like art because it’s all the same - people like art because it’s individual, unique.

You are a work of art you, beautiful, beautiful human. Don’t ever let society tell you how to paint your painting.

The more and more I scroll through SSOblr and SSOgram, I’m beginning to notice the increasingly common fatphobic comments towards the body types that have been showcased through the new character beta testing.

What the fuck guys.

I mean ffs, I’ve seen things like “oh well I hope you (SSE) take into consideration that irl horses can’t support fat riders” and other completely uneducated, biased claims.

#1, does no one get the whole idea of BETA testing? It’s a rough practical and applicable test delved out to selective players to receive feedback on their personal experiences. Key words there, ROUGH TEST. There will be many more body, skin, and even hair types introduced in the future. Not every single component of the update is complete at present time.

#2 - I’m not even going to give the time of day to research why the claims of “oh horses can’t support fat people” are based in so much bias and falsity. First of all, it’s a game for crying out loud. Our little digital creatures can carry a whole ass large man with a giant wooden cane, or inversely 3 wooden poles and a stack of 4 wooden shipping crates. Im pretty sure we don’t need to worry about the PC being “too heavy” for them.

And even if they were trying to somehow relate this to an irl circumstance, that’s not true for *most* horse breeds. Most horses (albeit with proper tack fitting and rider position) can carry ‘heavier’ riders just fine.

A skinny rider with a bad position can screw up a horse’s back just as much as a heavier rider could “potentially” if we have to delve into that ridiculous argument.

Not to get too personal, but I am still in recovery from a very serious ED. That long hiatus I took from this platform about 5 months ago was because I didn’t have the physical or mental capability to create content anymore. I almost died because my weight had reached such a low point. I lost my hair, nails, skin - people don’t realize just how much derogatory comments like this can screw someone up.

What bothers me most is that young girls and boys are seeing these things. Young children are being exposed to these comments, which I know from being in their shoes in my younger years, makes you reflect on your body, judging every part of you that hadn’t event crossed your mind before.

And no, I’m not overreacting. I was a child once who was called fat, saw things on TV shows, in the damn Disney characters I looked up too even - saw the unreachable and illogical ‘standard’ and societally accepted body type that even as a 9 year old I wanted so bad.

I think it is absolutely amazing that SSE is promoting a range of body types, skin types, and supporting a larger body by making it one of the first tester types. That has more of an impact than they know.

All this to say, don’t ever let someone tell you what you should look like. It’s like telling an artist how to paint their painting. People don’t like art because it’s all the same - people like art because it’s individual, unique.

You are a work of art you, beautiful, beautiful individual. Don’t let society tell you how to paint your painting.

Especially not enraged commenters commenting on a fake character💀

#star stable #sso #stop shitting on beautiful bodies

[unrealblacklightvirus]

Oh my phrasing was quite bad there, as it's mostly digging through old fics and stumbling across lost stuff. more halfassed fandom archaeology than comprehensive archive scrolling.

Basically i stumbled across the largely defunct prototype kinkmeme on livejournal, and saw someone mentioning a deleted fic by saeto15.

(I always forget abt kinkmemes when reading stuff from older fandoms, esp smaller ones since those can be quite limited in stuff uploaded to newer sites like ao3. though I wasnt really around during the livejournal days so... surprising amount of gen and joke fics on there honestly, a real timecapsule of early 2010s fandom humor)

later stumbled across the more general (though smaller) fic community on there, and noticed his account was a moderator... and also completely nuked (side note, but theres other fics on there as well that cant be accessed due to the OPs locking their posts to friends only, and i desperately want to knock on their door for access bc my curiosity knows no bounds)

did some general namesearching and noticed he's still around, presently hanging out mostly in the zelda and vulture culture communities lately.

managed to get into contact with him through his tumblr, asking if hes concidered reposting his old and deleted fics to ao3, and he is! they're just trapped on an old busted up harddrive, so he has to get that checked out to see if anything can be recovered from it.

in the meantime i'd been doing some more digging, having the common sense to just put prototype after his username this time, and noticed 2 things. 1: from what ive gathered he was pretty prolific for early 2010s prototype fandom, between moderating the fic community on LJ, mentions of his name popping up on the kinkmeme, and even seeing his name popup on the gamefaqs forums.

but more importantly for where this story is going is 2: an article on fanlore mentioning a prototype fanwork forum he helped start called Viral Mutants Anonymous.

another one two with this one,

1: since the forum started on fanfiction, i now had a direct link to his old FF account. turns out the reason i couldnt find it was bc it just doesn't have the 15 at the end, it's just Saeto. it's got some fics and favourites on it, including that one fic someone back on the kinkmeme was looking for, hidden away at the second chapter of a drabble collection (the fic in question is Touch. its gen and honestly really good and makes me feel emotions) i mentioned this to saeto, as it meant at least some things were confirmed to be saved even if the harddrive recovery went up in flames. though he did confirm my suspicion that not all the prototype fics he wrote were posted to FF. and most likely, the place they WERE uploaded to was...

2: the forum. theres 3 links for this thing on fanlore: the original FF forum which is still up, a shortlived one on createforum that was quickly abandoned due to site instability, and a phpbb forum, which was known to be up as late as may 2019, but has since died for reasons im unsure of.

the createforum version only has 2 archives on the wayback machine that i can access, which genuinely show nothing but how many people were online at the time

the phpbb link has more stuff archived, havent clicked around too much yet, but i do know the fic and art threads have sadly never been archived, and all ive got to work off of so far is some topic titles and forum layout, though i do want to do more digging.

and that leaves us where we are right now. i do have some more things i want to dig into. one is the forum on fanfiction, as i havent really dug around that too thoroughly. as well as scouring for more archived pages on the phpbb forum.

theres also the 4chan thread mentioned on the intro to the kinkmeme, which seems to be its precursor. hesitant as i am to touch 4chan with anything more than a 10ft pole, and honestly not even knowing where to start since im wholly unfamiliar with the site structure as a result, im curious as to what got uploaded there, as it HAD to be 2009 ish given the date the kinkmeme started, making it early early days.

along with that i still want to message some users from the livejournal prototype fic board to politely ask to see their old stuff. i've started digging through the internet archive and am concidering touching 4chan in my quest for knowledge at this point, so i might as well gather up the courage to message people at this point.

but yeah, thats what my dig has amounted to. an early 2010s fandom rabbithole of deleted fics and art that i stumbled across entirely bc i got bored and felt like perusing to early 2010s hornyposting for shits and giggles like a weird tourist

probably not what you were hoping for, but at least my slow descent into madness mightve been somewhat entertaining

(side note, apologies for my wildly inconsistent punctuation, i am simply vomiting words into your askbox here)

holy shit anon this is incredible. i am far too afraid to contact anyone even if that means I lose out on reading old fics 😭😭😭 but I thoroughly enjoyed reading this! I dont get much activity on here anymore so this was a welcome sight

#asks #? #long post #dont worry about the punctuation.. you may have witnessed the alex blog's horrid abuse of periods /lh

[effervescentdragon]

Hi♡ following you has introduced me to F1, so please forgive my ignorance on the subject. Why is Charles disappointed, what did Ferrari do? I have no idea what's going on, but I am upset on your behalf lol

Oh my god anon this is a lovely ask, thank you so much! First of all i'm so glad i could introduce you to the insanity (mine and of f1) and thank you for your kind words ♡♡♡ let me fill you in on why i am still upset over monaco :)

okay so charles leclerc is ferrari's baby, their golden child, they call him il predestinato ffs. and he's given basically his whole career over to ferrari, his heart beats red, thats it. charles is also monegasque, and has a peculiar thing of never once finishing a race in monaco prior to the '22 gp. not in junior series, not since he started racing in f1 in 2018. last year, he qualified first (if you want to see a lovely drive, his quali lap was pure poetry) and then didn't even start the race due to car issues, since he did crash right after the lap, much less finish it. the last time a monegasque driver won in monaco was louis chiron in 1931 (idk why i know that info without having to google xD). so we could say monaco is a pretty big deal for charles, and consequently for ferrari.

that brings us to the monaco gp 2022. so, for monaco gp, he qualified on pole (another lovely lap), he was the fastest, he was leading, all was well, he did everything right and proper himself. he was driving magnificently in some real difficult conditions, being around 5secs ahead of his teammate for a ferrari 1-2, and every fan out there was reluctantly starting to hope we may not only see a breaking of the dnf curse thing, but also a possible win in monaco. then, bam.

a bad strategy decision - i think it was around lap 20 that charles pitted first to change tyres. he came out 3rd, and then some 2 laps later they told carlos (who was leading) to pit. however, they also called in charles, mistakenly, so that (them not having anything prepared for his pitstop) caused a delay in servicing his car and cost him a lot. then he came out to rejoin race only in 4th, due to that stupid mistake and the fact that alex albon (baby♡ but no-no here) (and maybe latifi not sure) wouldn't fucking move, so both carlos and charles lost positions.

in the end, charles came in 4th, just a breath from a podium, from what should, and could have been an easy win, a ferrari front row, and a 1-2 podium. so yeah. i am pissed off still :)

thank you for asking and im sorry for rambling, i am incapable of being normal about either charles or monaco, so imagine what happens when the two collide? :) also feel free to ask anything else, always, and i'll do my best to answer properly (if a bit long) ❤

#f1 #charles leclerc #monaco gp 2022 #akira answers asks #anon asks

[adventurous-adventures]

1 March 2024: Mid-Season Finale

• Mick explains Maui's death by Hine-Nui-Tu-Pō to Alex. "Death by snu snu". A bunch of sex jokes ensue.

• Mick is thirsting over Jensen Ackles. Zain almost pulls out the age old Asexual answer to "why is everyone so hot?" (Global Warming)

• "He could not handle that Hine-Nui-Tu-Pussy."

• Off screen: we made it back to Phandalin and we are now level 5!

• Everyone but Zain forgot to level up

• Alex: "Whose not coming for you?" Zain: "The boogeyman." Alex: "I sure hope he isn't"

• Boku no Pico = my Pico

• Alex got a perfect lesson in Japanese (nice Alex)

• Georgie remembers that we killed his brother.

• Mick also forgot that we are calling nat 20s "clit 20s"

• IN CHARACTER SEX JOKES ARE BACK WOOHOO!!! (Alex is slightly impressed)

• "It's been so long since you've been in there." "That's what she said."

• "Hey google, do bags have clitorisis? If so where can I find it?"

• "We're eating good tonight. R.I.P that pussy AYYYYY!!!"

• Alex's character is now starting off by coughing.

• The corner is brightly lit, much to Mick's dismay.

• Don John requires escorts (not whores or sluts)

• The friendly flat dog has joined the session.

• Don John goes to the innkeep and...dies (jk)

• The rucksack (that Zain really wants to call Roxas because it's a kingdom hearts reference) is bigger than Don John.

• The rucksack is packin'. (It's 5"9)

• Georgie is being condescending towards the dog (rude!)

• Don John is rock hard with a rock hard sack. (It's not healthy apparently)

• Mick is telling off the dog. The dog is grumbling back.

• Don John knows de wae.

• Don John talks alot. Live Raven reaction: I don't give a shet.mp4

• "We kill people." "We kill time...with people."

• Riverlea ain't fooling nobody.

• Juniper just had to make a "your mum" joke. Turns out that joke just wasn't funny.

• The campaign name might be changed to "hiya Georgie" campaign???

• Juniper, Iphigenia and Riverlea: *talking about the bad 'your mum' joke.

• Raven: *talks to Don John about his past.*

• Juniper makes a 'your mum' joke at Raven. Raven is pissed.

• We could be getting some Raven backstory soon (WARNING: it's gonna be awful)

• The age old tale of "that one time at bard camp"

• SHREK REFERENCE: A DONKEY FUCKED A DRAGON

• What's in that rucksack? He has a whole ass tent in there.

• Mick jumpscares Alex (again)

• AND WOKE THE DOG UP. WHAT THE FUCK MICK?!!

• Juniper canonically makes your mum jokes to their patron.

• Juniper casts Leomund's tiny hut for the first time.

• No one can see into the dome. Alistair and Dewdrop: Awwwww yeah it's all coming together.

• Alex gets jumpscared over a Coke bottle.

• Mick called Zain 'Zac' again. (FFS MICK)

• Mick is in a discord channel called "horny jail"

• Dewdrop: "are tents soundproof?"

• Everytime Alex talks, the dog barks.

• Alex is now begging for the dog to not bark.

• Georgie is satisfied over the sound of dice.

• "Noises. Noises everywhere." - Alex

• Don John tries to stealthily pack the tent up.

• Zain: Tent balls. Mick: Tent whores. Alex: Tent poles. Zain: Tadpoles. (This is what makes Alex disappointed in him)

• the party has a nice bacon and eggs for breakfast.

• There's a secret tunnel. Mick and Georgie are very excited about this.

• Don John's feet are FONKING GROSS

• Don John definitely travels through human neighbourhoods (and is conservative)

• "Canada? Doesn't ring any bells." (Oh the irony of the Canadian saying that)

• There's 2 women...they are wererats.

• The administrator's name is Zeline.

• Georgie: "I wonder if her last name is Dion."

• Zain had to put his cup down at that.

• Juniper is able to prevent a scene from occuring.

• Don John uses the age old line: "I got a bad feeling about this." (There's gonna be trouble isn't there?)

• Alex seemingly referenced the "5 big black guy and 1 white woman on a couch" meme.

• The plans have changed. Don John does not feel safe doing the investigation alone and so he requests that the party further act as his bodyguards.

• The party gets guided around the mines by a guy named Kevin.

• Kevin is now high on cocaine.

• We get traversed deeper into the mine. (The children yearn for the mines)

• TO BE CONTINUED

#the oddballs #session recaps #it's zain's turn #i will change the blog title to the gutter campaign but the oddballs tag is staying

[nonokoko13]

SXF Mission 60

Everyone shipping Yuriona and Endo ends up doing a huge brain move: Fiona and Franky

By this point is pretty clear that "Good day. Or rather, good evening" is Twilight's code phrase to identify himself or those who go in his name, I wonder which codes would be for Nightfall and the Handler. Fan artists/writers taking notes 📝

Also I know she would probably kick his ass in 00.2 seconds but it's nice to see Franky isn't helpless, I mean at least he knows how to defend himself with guns (and now we know his surname is Franklin, unsurprisingly bad name pun there)

– Said Fiona Frost.

Love how Franky put her in her place right there tbh. Friends or not allies are more than mere tools, you gotta treat them at least with some respect if you want them to collaborate willingly

Fiona with long hair and kicking some ass 🛐🛐🛐

Also, Franky without glasses seems good. Like, with glasses he looks nice too but it hits different when you're used to see someone with their glasses you know?

There's not too much to talk about this chapter. It's nice to see Franky and Fiona again, as I'm always looking forward for secondary characters on screen and new interactions

Yuriona might have been already got some fans but this one doesn't look bad imo. Unlike Fiona and Yuri, who seem similar yet act different towards their respective nemesis, Franky and Fiona are like opposite poles; they are completely different from the other yet they may be able to complement each other, with Franky adding some humor to her dry life's point of view

Oh, and the strawberry part killed me. I get it's for comedy purposes but it's so stupidly ridiculous how for having strawberries for some boy's birthday a radical politician would declare war to Westalis

It's sad because there may be people like that irl, accusing others for the smallest details and use any excuse to express their hate towards, but I'm not surprised how realistic it can be this situation, even if it's a bit exaggerated it says a lot of humans

And of course, Fiona's "yo sup bro" were the best of this chapter

What would their ship name could be? Franna? Frionna? Frosky? I'm sorry I'm horrible for this

It's just hilarious together are FF x FF lmao

#spy x family #sxf #fiona frost #franky franklin #chapter 60 #frionna #frosky

[importantdelivery]

<< Don’t watch me die>>

!Spoiler warning!

Sad Jalim ff  (ಥ_ಥ)      984 words

I rewrote the scene where I unfortunately killed my beloved marine in my own play through and tried to imagine everything that’s been going on in his beautiful head as he went on his mission to save our man of the year Salim.

At this point I really didn't know what the fuck I was doing.

Trapped inside a goddamn exploding alien ship beneath a maze of antique tunnels which are located in fucking Iraq. I mean. What. The. Fuck.

After everything the team and I've been through, I didn't have the energy to complain about Eric's defective satellite system or whatever it was anymore. So I mindlessly carried on down the strange structure to rescue the only man I reckoned whose brain was actually still intact.

Behind me I could still hear the Colonel sighing in disbelief, but he's accommodated to my self-determined behavior quite quick.

Rachel also didn't seem too enthusiastic, as I made my opinion about saving Salim clear, but he showed me that there is good in people. Even in myself.

I can't let him down like I let you down Nicky. Not again.

“Salim, I'm on my way! Just hang in there a little longer.”, I urged him to fight through the radio.

Slowly I felt my heart pounding faster and stronger the further I descended. I knew I was on the right track, given the gun shots getting louder and dark shadows flying by closely.

Almost tripping over my feet, I hectically jumped down from the weird overgrown platform and emerged into a once in a life time sprint.

My entire body was sweating. Out of effort and fear if I was being honest. I could barely hold on to my rifle as I ran across the plateau and caught sight of my newest Iraqi friend fighting for his life.

Guns blazing and screaming I entered the battle field to make myself known to the real enemy.

Salim turned around for a split second with clear relief on his face. He must have been worried, we'd left him to die.

But not with me buddy.

Right after I shot dozens of holes through that vampire thing trying to slash its awfully long claws at Salim, he returned the violent energy, impaling it straight through the heart. To play it safe, he lifted up the rusty pole and rams it in the monster's body a second time, 'till it didn't twitch a single muscle anymore.

“You've come to join the fun?” the Iraqi jokingly smiled at me, over layering the dread he must have been feeling.

Actually I would've liked to return the joke, but I knew I should rather concentrate on shooting these bastards coming at us, than thinking about funny answers. Because even though their wings were relatively big, they could move just as quickly as any other lethal animal. It appears as they were just born to be dangerous.

Enough thinking. I needed to reload my gun, or else I'd really be in danger.

That was when Salim suddenly cried out my name and came running towards me. That couldn't mean anything good.

My body tensed up. All of the sudden it just stopped working. I could hear every thought of mine yelling at myself to move out of the fucking way, but there was no reaction following.

My eyes fixated on the metal bar my friend was holding. He pulled his arm back and threw it, as if he was to compete in the freaking Olympic games. Just as it came flying near me, I was finally able to snap out of my trance and stepped aside.

Salim didn't waste any time and went after his weapon like crazy, brutally beating the shit out of the demon. Seeing him that way made me realize, that I most certainly did not want to have him fight me with that stick, because the demon didn't stand any chance, squirming on the bloody floor.

I just stood there watching.

“Did you seriously just throw that thing at me?”

The adrenaline started to tush in again and my pointing fingers trembled.

Salim who pulled out the metal bar, lifted his sweaty head, to meet my excited gaze and responded in his most bad ass way ever: “I did.”

Then he just laughed it off casually.

At this moment we surely were out of our minds.

I shook my head to gain clarity about my thoughts and focus.

“Let's get out of here.”, I suggested.

Salim didn't have to be told twice and jogged along side me. Back the way I came from.

Was it just me or did this stupid wrack double in length. Can't remember, that I ran this far. Why is it every time you want to escape, it takes like twice as long?

Despite all of this. All the monsters. The flames and explosions in the background and the dirt itching my eyes. I was just so happy to have my buddy next to me. He saved me and I saved him. This is how it had to be.

In the corner of my eye I saw him turn his head.

If I were him, I truly wouldn't waste another glance back at this hell hole. But there was something alarming to his looks and before I could form the words in my mouth, I bit my tongue.

A sharp pain shot through my body.

Within seconds my vision became blurry and my legs didn't have the strength to support my weight anymore.

Not really knowing what was happening, I fell down. I felt the piercing cold of the floor in my face in contrast to the warm circle that started to spread around my stomach and back.

Vaguely I recognized my friends silhouette, kneeling in front of me.

Salim.

I still had so much to say, but besides blood there wasn't anything useful coming out of my mouth.

Slowly my thoughts left my dying mind.

At least Salims touch to my aching shoulder was the last thing eventually transmitting between dimensions.

After all, I cannot end up in hell again for I have already lived to see it.

Forgive me for any imperfections, english isn’t my mother tongue (>.<)

I hope, you could still enjoy my suffering!

#jalim #jason kolchek #salim othman #house of ashes #dark pictures anthology #dark pictures house of ashes

[ironmariposa]

(The things I did) Just so I could call you mine

Chapter 3/4

Also found on Ao3

Notes: A huge thank you to @writing-as-tracey for giving me key words to use for Heather & Rays project and for all their encouragement for this story!! Keeps my motivation going. If you haven’t yet you should definitely check out their ff!

“The Senior baseball tournament.”

“Oh.” Heather laughs holding up her hands, “There’s no way you want me on the team.”

“Not a choice, Hill. Everyone has to play.”

Heather shakes her head, “Trust me, Ray, you do not want me.”

His eyes flash and she swallows because damn why does she keep slipping up like that. Making off the wall comments that have double meanings.

“I mean on the team. You don’t want me on the team. I’m horrible at organized sports.”

He leans towards her, “You can’t be that bad. Come on, it’ll be fun. Just. Go out to Andy’s and practice in the batting cages.”

Andy’s is the local putt putt place that is mostly a piece of shit but pretty much the only fun outing that’s close by. Her, Bishop, and Natalie spent most of their middle school years there. Playing putt-putt but for the one time. One time Natalie was crushing on a baseball player and forced the three of them to go to the batting cages. It was an absolute disaster.

“Lets just.” Heather sighs, “get back to work. I only have another hour before I have to pick up my sister.”

Ray drops his chair back to four legs and picks up the book she slides across the table to him. “Just think about it.”

She studies him as his eyes flicker through the book. They’ve had multiple meetings together at the library and sometimes at school. He’s given her rides home, teases with her sister and just recently started calling out to her in the hallways. The first few times she jumped, because in the past it meant he was about to mock her or Bishop.

He’s different and as the due date for their project approaches she finds herself almost sad. Because after they’re done she won’t have a reason to hang out with him. And she finds she actually likes hanging out with Ray Hall.

“Are you serious?” Heather stares at her friend, her best friend, in complete shock. The news she just dropped on them as they sat on the side of main street was shocking. To have known someone for so long and not see such a bombshell coming…. Heather was lost for words.

Bishop just shakes his head, “You know what, I'm not even that surprised.”

Heather looks at him then back at Nat, “Well I am. You’ve always said it’s a stupid game for idiots to play.”

“Nooo.” Nat says with a tilt of her head, “You've always said that. I just agreed.”

Bishop points his drink at Heather, “She’s got you there.”

“I mean…” Heather shakes her head and picks up her drink. Hearing that Natalie plans on playing the Senior game after two Seniors died last year playing it, is just terrifying. She never thought she would have to watch someone she cared about go through it. Although, the closer she grew to Ray, she knew in the back of her mind she would have to watch him. There was no way he wouldn’t play, especially since his brother won just a few years ago.

Nat nudges her with her arm, “You’re not mad, are you?”

“No. Not mad.” Heather meets her friend's dark brown eyes and cringes, “Just …worried.”

Nat laughs, “It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah. I’m sure that’s exactly what Jimmy and Abby thought too.” Bishop says with a bit of a bite to his voice. Both girls look at him with wide eyes and he makes a face, “Too dark?”

“Yeah.”

“Just a bit dude.”

They all laugh and if it’s a little strained, well, no one points it out.

Heather rushes into their established room in the library with an apology on her lips. “Sorry, my boss made me stay later because he wanted to get high with his girlfriend.” She slams herself in a chair and begins to unload her bag.

“Sounds like a douche.”

Heather grunts, “He one hundred percent is a douche.” She slams one book then another down on the table before pulling out her notebook and flipping it open, “But he pays me. Most of the time. So I have to put up with him.”

Ray closes the book he was reading and leans forward, “What do you mean he only pays you most of the time?”

Heather shrugs, “Doesn’t matter. So did you figure out which chapters we should focus on because I was thinking …” Heather stops her ramble as Ray's hands fall on top of her notebook, covering it completely.

“Heather, it’s illegal for them not to pay you.”

Heather sighs, “Well considering there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.”

“You could quit.”

She laughs harshly at that, “You sound just like Nat and Bishop.” He makes a face at the comparison, “I can’t quit. I need the money. The portion my mom doesn’t take for living in her house, I’m saving for college.” She looks up at him with a desperation for him to understand because her friends never could. They both come from families that love and support them. Families that can afford to send them to college. Families that lift them up instead of dragging them down so deep, it feels like she will never be able to dig herself out no matter how hard she tries

But if anyone could get it, it would be him, “I have to get out of this town.” She says in a quiet voice and there it is. His eyes say it all, complete understanding.

She feels relieved at having someone understand her so completely. She feels like she can actually breath.

He nods after a moment and pulls his arms back, “I was thinking chapters ten and eleven and then the last few chapters.”

Heather nods as she flips through her notebook to those chapters.

“Hey.” Ray steps up to her locker and she glances quickly at him before focusing back on the contents of her locker. She can still see him out of her peripheral as he leans up against her locker door, grinning, “We’re taking the boat out tomorrow afternoon, want to come?”

Heather nudges him with her arm and grabs her locker door to shut it, “Did you finish your character analysis and also who’s we, because I have no interest hanging out with a drug dealer and a pediphile.” She starts to walk to class and he follows. Moving around her to walk backwards so he can face her. And it works for him because no one wants to be the one he trips over so everyone makes a path for them.

Ray chuckles, “I did finish it.” He waves the paper at her and she takes it, her eyes skimming over his handwriting, “And Adam’s not a pediphile.”

“Did he not date that freshman for a few months?” She asks as she tucks the paper in her notebook.

“Well sure but he was still seventeen at the time.”

Heather shakes her head at him silently. He laughs, his dimple flashing and her eyes once again lingering there. He notices. Of course he does, his eyes say it all.

“It’s not just them. Sarah will be there and probably Ruby Anne.” Ray stops causing her to stop or run into his chest. And she kind of wants that. At school he manages to keep his shirts buttoned but any other time she sees him or spends time with him, he usually has his bare chest on full display. And she’s been getting the urge to touch it more and more.

“Come on. It’ll be fun.” He urges.

“Okay.” She finally agrees. Ray shouts loudly and steps around her to head off to his class. He continues celebrating loudly as he leaves her and she shakes her head in embarrassment. Glancing around she finds no one is paying them much attention besides a curious look or two. Thankfully neither of her friends have class down this hallway.

She actually has that Saturday off but she tells her mom she’s working. She can’t use that excuse on her friends because they’ll expect her to meet them on her break so she tells them she has to watch Lily and work on homework. They don’t question her because it happens often enough. She feels bad for lying to them. They both mean well but they’ve been making little comments here and there about how much time she’s been spending with Ray.

She approaches the dock with trepidation. She can see Adam and Sarah already on the boat. Ray is messing with a fishing pole off to the side. He looks good in low riding swimming trunks and a sleeveless button up. Of course it’s unbuttoned. Adam gives a soft whistle and nods to her when Ray glances at him. Ray turns to her, the smile on his face wide and genuine. He pushes his sunglasses on top of his head and her heart pounds at the look on his face.

“You came.” And he sounds genuinely surprised.

“I said I would.” She smiles back at him and they stand there for a long moment.

Tyler pushes past them, “Let's go bitches.”

Ruby Anne follows behind him and smiles apologetically at Heather. Her eyes find Rays again and he nods his head to the boat.

They’re last on the boat after Ray unties it from the dock and other than the captain's chair there’s nowhere for Heather to sit. Ray fixes that by pulling her onto his leg once he sits to drive the boat. She looks over his shoulder at him.

“Is this really necessary?”

He winks at her, keeping his eyes on the water but for that small glance, “Unless you prefer the floor?”

Heather glances over her shoulder. Sarah smiles at her as she lounges back in her seat, a can of beer already open in her hand. Tyler and Adam are passing a joint back and forth. Ruby Anne is sunbathing in her seat.

They're going pretty fast and as Ray turns the boat around a corner she falls more into his lap. She tries to move back to just perching on his knee but he maneuvers his arms around her waist to steer. After a moment of hesitation, Heather relaxes against his bare chest, her head resting just below his chin. He nudges her slightly with his nose and she glances up at him.

“Are you smelling me?”

He laughs out loud and she smiles at how much it thrills her to make him laugh. He presses his nose against her hair again and takes an exaggerated deep breath.

“Smells like peppermint.”

She doesn’t respond. Just enjoys being in his arms, letting herself relax for once where it concerns Ray. No one here is going to tell her it’s wrong or how horrible he is. Or how stupid she’s being. She can just enjoy the moment.

And she does. It takes them another twenty minutes before they get to where they’re going. Ray tells her it’s his favorite fishing spot. The others jump out and make their way to a floating dock where they continue their activities of sunbathing, smoking and drinking. Ray waves them off when they ask if they’re coming.

They spend the entire day out there on the water, not returning until twilight. Heather knows she’ll be red from playing in the water with Ray, to sunbathing on the dock with Sarah and Ruby Anne. She even had a semi deep conversation with Tyler about how honeybees play an important part in their ecosystem and how without them we wouldn’t have coffee or avocados or even medications. Heather's mind is blown with how much knowledge Tyler seems to have on this one subject but Ruby Anne informs her that when he’s high, Tyler likes to watch nature documentaries. They all laugh so hard at him, he storms off a huff.

Ray walks her to her car. The others already went on their way as she helped him unload the boat.

“Thanks for…” she turns and is left speechless as he his eyes meet hers. It’s dark out, hard to see much but his eyes are filled with want. For her. He takes one step, then another, crowding her smaller body back against the truck. And she thinks this is it. This is when he’s going to kiss her. And she was going to let him.

She whispers his name as her legs fall open, giving him room to press against her. She feels the hardness of him all over. He brings his hands up but instead of touching her like she expects. Like she wants, he brackets her head between them as he presses them against his truck. His head tilts down and she lets out a long breath as he drags his nose up her neck and to her ear. His breath is hot as he whispers in her ear, “You’re so far from cute, Heather Nill. I could absolutely devour you with how fuckin sexy you’ve looked all day. I’ve been hard since the moment you appeared on my dock.” And he proves this by grinding himself in the warm space between her legs. Heather's head falls back against the truck with a groan. She curls her hands with want. She wants to fill them with him. To touch him all over, starting with a handful of his hair and ending with a handful of his ….

Ray's nose is back to dragging over her neck and he nips at her pulse causing her to jump. She reaches for him, her hands spreading over his bare back as she pulls him in. He lifts his head, his lips a breath from hers.

Her phone goes off and it’s obnoxious enough that it pulls them both out of their lust haze. Ray pulls his body away from her as she reaches in her pocket to pull it out. It’s her neighbor and she knows she has to answer. It’s never good when she calls.

Glancing at Ray she flashes her phone at him, “I have to…” he just nods and she steps away from him as she presses the accept button.

As she suspected, Bo and her mom are at it again and Lily needs her. She quickly explains to Ray who accepts it with more understanding than she expects. Her friends aren’t usually so understanding but then again they have perfect families that never have drama. Ray on the other hand…

Ray sends her off with a tuck of hair behind her ear and a soft smile she’s never seen him give another. Her thoughts are on getting to her sister but her body is still aflame with desire as she speeds to the trailer park. And after she gets Lily settled in bed, the house now quiet with Bo gone and her mom passed out, Heather lies in her bed thinking of that moment out by his truck and how she knows without a doubt she would have let Ray take her to his bed if they hadn’t been interrupted. And she wonders if that’s a good thing or not.

Heather is waiting for Bishop to finish switching books in his backpack at his locker when Natalie runs up to them and grabs Heather's arm, squeezing tightly.

“Ow Nat.” Heather attempts to pull her arm from her friend's grip but the taller girl refuses to let go.

“You went on a date with Ray Hall?” Natalie practically shouts.

Heather shushes her as she glances around. Bishop looks up from his backpack, frozen. They stare at one another for a long moment before he says one word through gritted teeth, “Well?”

“I…”

Bishop slams the door to his locker so loudly, if people weren’t looking at them before, they sure were now. Natalie seems to notice this as well and pulls them into a dark empty classroom, closing the door behind them.

“Ruby Anne is going around saying you and Ray hooked up this weekend.”

“We didn’t hook up.”

“That you spent the day with them out on his boat. But that couldn’t be true, right? Because you told us,” Natalie points between her and Bishop, “That you couldn’t hang out because you were watching your sister all day.”

Heather presses the heels of her hands to her eyes and then runs them through her hair, “Okay. I lied.”

“You lied?” Bishop says.

Heather avoids meeting his eyes, instead choosing to look over his shoulder into the dark corner of the classroom, “Look, I just didn’t want you guys to give me shit about hanging out with Ray.”

“We don’t give you shit.” Natalie tries to protest.

“You actually do. Even when it’s just to work on the project, you give me shit. I’m so..” Heather takes a deep breath and lets it out, “I’m so sick of feeling guilty for wanting to spend time with someone.”

“Not just someone.” Bishop says through clenched teeth, “But Ray Hall.”

Heather tilts her head back as she breathes in deeply through her nose. Here it is.

“Ray Fucking Hall.”

“Okay, Bishop. I get it. You hate him.” She runs her hands through her hair again but says the next words without hesitation, “But I don’t.”

Bishop blanches at her words and she looks at Natalie who wrinkles her nose at her.

“Heather, you know what he is. You know.” Bishop says with so much heat. Heather just stares down at her feet as Bishop continues his rant. She knows he’s been building this up ever since she was partnered with Ray. She thinks maybe if she lets him have his say then he’ll just back off. Because between him and Ray and everyone else she feels so confused. “All he is and all he’ll ever be is a Meth Row idiot, heading down the same path as his father and brother. You have to see that. You have to know that after all these years.”

“Okay Bishop, that’s enough.” Natalie finally steps in. His eyes flash to her then back to Heather. Without another word he turns on his heel and storms away.

“He’s an idiot.” Natalie says.

“He is.” She agrees.

Natalie wraps her arm around Heather and guides her back out of the classroom, “But you know it’s because he’s in love with you.”

Heather tilts her head back with a groan, “He is not in love with me, Nat.”

Natalie just gives her a look. The look, “If you say so girl.”

After the confrontation, Heather keeps to herself. She doesn’t see either of her friends the rest of the day. She attempts to smile at Ray in class but he just turns in his seat to talk to Adam. She’s too distracted to think anything of it and slides into her seat silently. It’s the week before Spring Break which means their presentations are all week. Their day to present is on Thursday and so Heather sits through the week watching the other presentations. Bishop isn’t talking to her at all and Nat is being distant. She spends her days after school working and keeping Lily away from their trailer as much as possible. The fallouts between her mom and Bo usually last longer than a day or two and it’s always safer to keep their distance.

But then Thursday comes and Ray is nowhere to be seen. She sits in class as the bell rings and picks at her nails. Mrs. Plaza calls her up to the front, “It looks like your partner isn’t going to show. Are you comfortable doing the presentation on your own?”

“I am. But he’ll show.”

Mrs. Plaza looks at her with sympathy, “I’ll put you and Ray last on the list.” She reaches out a hand and places it on Heathers, a comforting touch, “But, Honey, I wouldn’t count on him showing up.”

Heather smiles, “He’ll be here.” And though she sounds confident, with each minute that ticks by, her confidence falters.

Finally, there’s no time left and it’s their turn to present.

He doesn’t show.

#heather x ray fanfic #nillhall fanfic #ray x heather #nillhall #ray hall #heather nill #panic fanfic #panic on prime #my writing

[amenomiko]

Thank you for the request @crossmix! But just a note, I make some scenes that she is sick and others as injured, as I have no idea on what light sickness could be picked for this scenario 🤣. Hope you like it!

Paranoid Warlords x Sick MC

Nobunaga - Slight Cold

MC: Ah- haa- haa- HAACHEW OAO!!

Nobunaga: *Jumped from it and smudge the scroll with the ink brush in his hand* ...This is why I told you not to continue with your seamstress works.

MC: I'm fine~ I'm fine~ I have more.. Like.. 5 more to make. Eheheehehehe

Nobunaga: ......

*5 minutes later*

MC: *Is cradled with thick blankets all over her + tied to futon* GAHHH LET GO OF ME OAO!!

Nobunaga: Now let me do the sewing for you.

MC: NOOOOOOOO 😱😱😱😱😱😱!!!!

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Hideyoshi - Stomachache

MC: Hmnn--

Hideyoshi: MC? Are you alright?

MC: Ahh.. I'm good. I just.. feel very uncomfortable in my stomach, I guess it's indigestion--

Hideyoshi: Is it poison?? But I'm sure everyone was fine when we ate breakfast this morning--

MC: Or maybe is that time of the month? It's hurting lately--

Hideyoshi: *Too panicked until her words were twisted* Time of the mont- are you- are you pregnant 😱😱😱😱😱???

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Masamune - Cut Finger

Masamune: *Shocked to see his pregnant wife cooking in the kitchen* Lass- just what do you think you are doing?

MC: Uhm.. Cooking?

Masamune: What is that in your hand?

MC: Uhm.. Vegetable and knife?

Masamune: That's it. Knife. Don't do dangerous things while you are pregnant..!

MC: Gosh why did you sound like Hideyoshi? I'm fine, this is noth- *cut her finger* Ahh..! Ow- ow-

Masamune: *LE GASP* See?? This is why I told you not to do this, what if you are having a blood loss from it and it effects our first baby??

MC: Heavens-- Just what have you been reading from Sasuke's book that he lend you- *saw a book titled "How to be a Dad for dummies"* (눈‸눈).....

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Mitsuhide - Sneezing *modern au*

MC: Aaah I should cook for dinner. Hmm.. Maybe I can take my time slowly today since he will be back late. *takes phone and dials Mitsuhide's number*

Mitsuhide: *Picks up* My, my. What a rare occassion for you to call me. Did my little mouse already missing her husband?

MC: Pssh. I'm just checking up on you. I know you will be home late but have you eaten? *Places the phone in between her ear and shoulder as she tried to open the tight curry packet*

Mitsuhide: Don't worry about me, how about you? Don't eat too late as you may get sick easily in this rainy season if you didn't stay warm.

MC: Oh please-- *accidentally ripped open the curry packet and some of the powder sticks on her nose* Kyaa- aaah- aaah- HAACHIUUU >3<!!! *sniffs* God that surprise me--.. Ah, sorry, Honey, I was opening the curry packet and it--

*beep* *beep* *beep*

MC: O.O Honey? Hello? Hmm.. The connection is bad I guess-

*ding dong*

MC: Hm? Who might that be? *Opens the door* Ye--

Mitsuhide: *Drenched all over from massive running + rain* ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ...

MC: (　☉д⊙) Honey?? But just now- you- ehh? *Lifted up* EH HONEY- MITSUHIDE- WHAT??

Mitsuhide: You are sneezing. Let's get you to the hospital.

MC: I'm not! It's the curry packet- hey- LET ME GO OAO

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Ieyasu - Low Blood Pressure

MC: I'm home..

Ieyasu: Welcome home-..what's wrong?

MC: Hm? Oh-- it was my low blood pressure-- *bumped onto the sliding door* Oh, pardon me.

Ieyasu: ಠ_ಠ Come here.

MC: Ah, I'm good. This is nothing-- *bumped onto the medicine table* Ah I'm sorry I didn't see you there @w@

Ieyasu: ಠ_ಠ This is very severe.

*Later*

MC: *head filled with herbs leaves all over, left nothing but her eyes and nose* Uhm.. Ieyasu..? This is a bit--

Ieyasu: Be patient. Who will you apologize next, the tree?

MC: No what I mean is- this face mask herbs--

Ieyasu: ...and next you will apologize to one of the poles, thinking it was Lord Nobunaga, and apologize to him when you see him in council hall. Heavens-- *shivers* Need to prevent those before you become like that raw cabbage--

MC: I'm having low blood pressure and not drunk OAO EXCUSE YOU--

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Mitsunari - Gastric

MC: *Hurls* Oh god-- *Runs to the nearby garden and vomit*

Mitsunari: MC..?? Are you alright??

MC: *Waves her hand* I'm good-- mmf..! *Vomits again*

Mitsunari: *Watches with a very worried face, almost close to crying* Think..! What could have cause this..? The tea? No, I made it perfectly..! *Looks at his overspill teapot* Yes, very perfect.

Mitsunari: Was it the mochi? But we ate it together and I was fine..! *Gasp* C-could it be-- *grabs the random book near him a.k.a "Signs of Pregnancy for Dummies"* Oh no-- oh no-..!

MC: Phew, that's much better. *Wipes her mouth* Mitsunari, don't worry, I was just having another fit of my gastri--

Mitsunari: *Holds MC's hands tight with a blushing face* MC! I'm sorry..! Really I am..! I was being a fool, a very, very idiotic fool that couldn't control my love for you, and make you miserable!!

MC: What- wait- what?? C-calm down, Mitsunari, what's wro-- *looks at the title of the book* ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ *sigh*

Mitsunari: I will take responsibility >///A///<!!!

MC: I'M HAVING GASTRIC. GAS-TRIC (　☉д⊙)!! I'M NOT PREGNANT!

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Kenshin - Nosebleed *modern au*

MC: Kenshin, it's time for bath (*´˘`*)♡. I've readied your towel in the bathroom so you may change there--

Kenshin: *Automatically undress his kimono, showing his abs off* Hn.

MC: *GASP* K-K-Kenshin--..! You may change in the bathroom-- Kya- *covers her face* Oh f-- don't nosebleed, don't nosebleed- don't-- *turns around and accidentally look at Kenshin's Jr. beneath his fudoshi* HOLY BUNNIES-- *spurt* (sound of nosebleed gushing out) HNGGGGG-

Kenshin: MC? What's wrong?

MC: N-N-NOTHING-- YOU SHOULD GET GOING NOW-

Kenshin: Why are you avoiding me? Did I do anything wrong?

MC: It wasn't like that!! J-just be quick!!

Kenshin: No, you are avoiding me. Something is indeed wrong. *Eyes widen* What's wrong?? Why are you bleeding??

MC: D-DON'T MIND ME!! JUST- KYAAAAA DON'T APPROACH ME FULLY NAKED LIKE THAT!!

Kenshin: Let me have a look at it! Who hurt you? Tell me..!

MC: GAHDAJAKSGSGDDF - *faint*

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Shingen - Eyes Infection

Shingen: MC- Goddess..! Wait..!

MC: No..! Don't come here..!

Shingen: MC, please..! Tell me. Did I ever hurt you until you avoid me like this? Your eyes are swollen- have you been crying from my ignorance? MC- don't go away..!

MC: Shingen, please..! Calm down..!

Shingen: Did I flirt around you too much until you are bored from winking back and playing along with my teasings? Please, I will stop from now on, just.. Don't leave me like that.

MC: Aww Shingen.. I'm so sorry.

Shingen: MC QAQ💕💕

MC: But no means no. Don't come near.

Shingen: But why-..?? Goddess, I know I'm not worth to have your forgiveness but please explain to me--..!!

MC: Gad calm down already OAO

Shingen: I can't live without you..! MC--

MC: CALM DOWN FFS OAO It's an eye infection!! You may get infected as well if you come near me GAH ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨!!

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Yukimura - Swollen forehead

Yukimura: What are you doing??

MC: Uhm.. Sewing?

Yukimura: I can see that VERY well. Just what do you think you are doing when you are sick?

MC: I'm not sick, Yukimura, just wounded slightly, that is all.

Yukimura: And where is it you are wounded? Do tell.

MC: Uhm forehead..?

Yukimura: Exactly! What will happen if you push yourself too much and the blood drains out from your injured forehead and you fainted??

MC: Gosh what kind of nonsense is that?? Relax..!

Yukimura: This is why I told you not to be rough like a wild boar. See? You even bumped on those sliding door like a boar until it breaks into half..!!

MC:...........Yuki. *Places hands on his shoulders and lean closer*

Yuki: What?

*BONK!!*

Yuki: OW- WHAT THE HELL YOU WILD BOAR-- *Blood gush out from his forehead* AAAH OAO

MC: HAH YOU DESERVE THAT OAO!

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Sasuke - Heat stroke *modern au*

MC: It's really hot nowadays.. *sigh* don't worry about me, you may hang out with Yukimura or something maybe?

Sasuke: It's okay. I will stay.

MC: Are you sure? You are very stressed out from your constant lecture with your professor nowadays, and I don't want to add more trouble.

Sasuke: It's alright. Really. Now let me go and get you some ice.

MC: Alright. *Smiles as she watch Sasuke walk out from the room* Well.. Glad the stress didn't get to him and he handled this situation calmly. I don't want him to worry over me so much.

Sasuke: *Comes back* Here you go MC.

*POOF!*

MC: *Face is full with a HUGE TRASH-SIZED PLASTIC with ICE* .......He's not.

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku imagines #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku yukimura #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku sasuke

[demxninyourdrexms]

The Lost Boys (1987) FF: Here Until Forever

{poly!lost boys x OC x Michael x Star}

Rating:  18+ (explicit) for all the reasons below

WARNINGS:  cursing/strong language, canon/OC physical altercations/violence, blood/gore/drugs/alcohol, adult activities (smoking, smut, kinks, polyamory, group sex, etc),  vampirism,  angst, death,  non consensual blood drinking.

A/N: First work I’ve done in YEARS after putting down the pen and notebook. I apologize if it goes all over the place or seems like a cluster f*ck. Honestly proud of the fact that I picked it back up again after....8 or so years? But yeah here ya go ha heathens.

The night settled in over Santa Carla as the boardwalk lights slowly lit up in sections. The boys were already out and about causing little bits of trouble. Star and Laddie had already gone off on their own, walking along down at the end of the boardwalk. Naturally, they stay closer to the stage to hear the music. They had just added the boy to the band of lost souls, and Star had been the one to watch over him when Dwayne wasn’t there. It had seemed like a normal night for the group in the sleepy little beach town. David led the troupe of boys around the rest of the attractions, causing a little ruff and tumble trouble here and there and getting kicked off the merry go round again.

 They listened to David, always have. More than how they were supposed to towards their ‘creator’, Max. They saw him as a joke, and even questioned how they even came to be in such a situation with him as their so-called father. David never trusted him nor liked him and had more presence within the group to direct them than he ever did. Max didn’t even treat them like his own, nor even like they were pretending to be: human.

They dealt with it, like they were supposed to do. Like they were told to, not by David, or Max, or even by their own volition. Max came to believe he was more capable of handling them and took too much pride in it. He wasn’t their ‘father’, far from it if anything, a filler. A pretty stage front for the humans so they could continue to lurk within the shadows. Max had gotten too much of an ego, and it was beginning to get to a point where even David was refraining from killing him himself. It was bad enough, that he had to be put in his place.

Star led Laddie towards one of the carnival games as the sea of people parted for what appeared to be a car meet up at the end of the pier. Cars filed in one by one, some full of inebriated party goers, others old time car junkies. Even a group of local bikers showed up to relax and talk about the metal death machines. Star smiled and watched as Laddie had managed to win a prize from the game and came darting over to Star to present her with the stuffed bear.

“Star! Star! Look, I won!” the brown-haired boy jumped up and down as he held it up for her to take.

Star’s face lit up and she hugged the bear tight to her. She leaned down and kissed his cheek as he hugged her around the waist. “It’s perfect, Laddie. We’ll set it on the bed with the other ones.”

He beamed up at her and took her hand as they headed down the boardwalk towards the carnival entrance. They got about a third of the way down the strip when Star stopped in her stride, frozen and holding onto Laddie’s hand tight. He looked up at her and frowned, seeing the look of shock across her face. He was still too young to understand, too pure. He could feel the change but couldn’t link it up to what it was or why he could feel it. Laddie was an innocent just as much as Star, and even then, was too new to this life.

“Star? What’s wrong?”

She could feel the shift in atmosphere around them, she knew he could too but didn’t understand quite yet. She also knew that if they could feel it from this far away, that David and the boys could too. It was strong and heavy, but also protecting, almost drawing them in towards the source. She tugged Laddie to her side and wrapped an arm around him tightly as she finally saw what seemed to be the source. An all-black ’76 mustang came around the corner and cruised down the walkway. The closer it got, the stronger the feeling got. The windows were so tinted that Star couldn’t see inside as it slowly crept by the two. The engine revved as it passed them and proceeded down towards the end of the pier where the car meet was happening.

David sat at a table with the boys closer to the end of the pier near the car meet. Marko and Paul sat behind him on the top of the table joking around with Dwayne leaning on a light pole near them. David went to light a cigarette when the feeling hit. He stopped with his lighter almost at the tip of the cigarette and glanced over at Dwayne, who looked almost as startled as he was. The joking stopped and they all looked between David and the direction the car was coming down the strip. He nodded towards Dwayne to find Laddie and Star, and quickly. Dwayne headed off after the two as Marko and Paul jumped up ready to go. David led them walking down the boardwalk as the car got closer to them. He wanted to go to it, to smile at it, but kept walking. He couldn’t draw attention or concern amongst the group. He knew who it was, and he knew that they knew. It was best to not do a reunion here in the middle of a sea of meat sacks.

Once it got right next to them, a small smirk did creep across his lips and he whispered,

 “Hey gorgeous.”

In his head he heard the faint voice back, a woman’s voice. Soft, yet radiating dominance and fondness.

“Hey handsome.”

The car revved its engine again and kept going on towards the end of the pier. David continued down the strip with Marko and Paul in tow, they reached the entrance gates and went straight for their bikes. Dwayne was already waiting with Star, Laddie on the back of his own bike. Star was talking quietly to him about how they would get him another bear when they came back tomorrow, as he had dropped it somewhere in the scramble to get back to meet up with the others. She looked over at David with a deep frown across her lips and a look of concern in her eyes. He held his hand up as a gesture for her to ease up, it wasn’t a danger to them. He went over and got on his bike, helping her onto the back of it as Dwayne leaned over to him.

“Didn’t think we’d get that sort of a hello when she came back.”

             David couldn’t help but smile now, Star wrapping her arms around him as he kicked up the stand of the bike and took on the weight. Marko looked over at them as he sat down on it with a raised eyebrow, toothpick in the corner of his mouth.

“We didn’t think she was comin’ back at all for a hot minute.”

Paul hit him on the shoulder and shook his head, but it was true. They had started to lose a bit of hope they had that they would be seeing that face again. David had even started to waiver in his faith he would hear her voice again. He looked down the length of the strip and smiled again before starting the bike. The rumble of the group echoed as they headed off into the distance to the cave. As the night went on and the activity died down, the same car rolled down the boardwalk slowly. It wasn’t in any hurry, as if looking at things, or for something. It came to a stop, and the driver got out as the headlights shone on a bear left in the middle of the walkway. She had dark, black wavy hair to match the car. The sound of the leather and metal buckles of her jacket was the only other thing that could be heard besides the click of heels on the wood panels of the strip. Stopping at the bear, she bent down to pick it up, lips donned with dark red lipstick forming into a soft smile as she looped the tag into the chain of her belt. She casually walked back to the car and got in, driving off into the soft lights of the sunrise as it threatened to break the horizon.

Star sat on the bed beside Laddie, who was curled up asleep as David walked out to check on them. Dwayne told him how Star reacted towards the events at the boardwalk, hoping he would go and ease some of her worry. Star and Laddie were new, and even though Star knew how things worked a little more, it didn’t change the fact that Laddie was turned while this old face was gone and wasn’t aware they had gained more family to her knowledge. Star had been turned before this person left, and didn’t know exactly how she would behave towards her, and especially Laddie. He was a kid, a child that was brought into a world of constant upheaval and life stagnancy. He couldn’t age, have friends outside the group, anything. He still questions why people say he’s missing on milk cartons or when they realize who he is and they have to be dealt with. 

He didn’t even understand why they had to leave all of a sudden, and why he felt funny when that car came around. He was just a kid, trapped in a world of endless rotation. Star traced David’s movements as he approached the side of the bed. He looked over towards Laddie slightly as he stood in the open darkness they called home for so long. He could feel Star tense up slightly as she looked down at her lap.

“She’s not going to hurt the kid, ya know.”

Star’s frown hardened and she looked up at him with cold eyes. “He’s just a boy, she doesn’t believe children should be given the life we have.”

“Yeah, well there’s more to the reasoning I did it than you know, Star.” David frowned and glanced over at the sleeping kid on the other side of her. “And for your information, I was given permission.”

“How? She wasn’t even here.” Star spat out the words as if he was lying. The smirk on his face only boiled her anger even more. 

“You forget too quickly, Star. The bond can only go so far, and is strongest with a first turned. “ He lit a cigarette and looked her in the eyes. “She left, but she didn’t go far. She’s been watching at a distance, and knew why I wanted Laddie so bad. Same goes for you, especially you.”

Star looked at him still with ice in her eyes. They didn’t choose this life, but forced into an option they literally couldn’t refuse. None of them had a choice as to how they became what they are, and now it was the only thing they knew, the only thing they could do. 

“All we are is trophies to you, to her. We had lives-”

“Your life was hanging by a thread and that kid was left for dead in the streets by his junkie parents.” David snapped back, his words becoming colder now. “He didn’t go missing, he was dropped in the middle of the boardwalk and left to eat out of the garbage.” He forced himself to relax a little and sat down in the old hospital wheelchair they managed to salvage years ago. Taking a drag from the cigarette, he fixed his gaze on the ornate bottle on the table across the cave floor.

“We all had lives, Star. Some of them were going to be cut short, others were taken from us out of our own accord. We only get to live once in this world, and we all got a second chance to be able to experience it. No, it’s not how most of us would want it to be. No, it’s not ‘normal’, but it’s a life. One we get to mold as our own and paint it how we would want our old ones to be.” He paused, leaning forward in the chair. His eyes soft, even with his demeanor, he meant every word that fell from his lips to her.

“It doesn’t matter where we came from or our pasts, she took us in and gave us a way to see the world and enjoy the company of each other. A band of solo misfits that became family, friends, we have that in each other.”

Star paused for a moment before looking back down at her lap. She hated to admit it, but he had a point. They all had stories, past lives that were ripped from them or so messed up for a person that it wasn’t fair, but this wasn’t fair either to her. She kept her mouth shut, rather keeping quiet than starting a fight while Laddie slept. She looked out the opening of the cave to see the impending sunrise, as did David. He sighed deeply as he stood up, stepping on the cigarette he threw on the ground.

“The bear will be back by the time we wake up.” He mumbled and turned his back towards her and started walking towards the narrow opening to the rest of the cave where the boys slept. “Be a good girl for Zoya….”

Star flopped back onto the bed, frustrated and exhausted. They hadn’t felt the draw of an aura for a while, and all of them were fighting it as much as possible while in the public eye. She looked over at Laddie to make sure he was still asleep before curling up in the bed. She closed her eyes and sighed, the conversation didn’t help ease her worry or anger at all. She opened her eyes and looked over at the cave entrance again before turning her back to it and falling asleep.

#huf #here until forever #tlb ff #the lost boys ff #tlb oc #the lost boys oc #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #tlb #huf: ch 1 #here until forever: ch 1

[period-dramallama]

Spanish Princess episode 4 thoughts

In chronological order. With extra swearing!

WE’RE HALFWAY THROUGH AND THERE’S STILL A FUCKTON OF EVENTS THAT HAVEN’T HAPPENED YET AHHHH

-so we open with a voice we’ve never heard before and no visuals on this new person and then Bessie addresses the speaker as Anne so the viewer will automatically think Anne Boleyn, but then it’s Anne Hastings? I’m a history nerd and i was so confused i had to rewind. That’s bad direction/editing, imo. Was it really too hard to film Anne’s lips moving?

-”the blasted yew tree in the gardens” blasted as in by lightning, or as in he wanted to say bloody but can’t because his wife is there and she’s eight?

-”that’s a terrible idea” Catherine that is not how you manipulate Henry! You should be like “but if you make wolsey chancellor :( and archbishop :( he will be so :( overworked :( and it wouldn’t be good for his health :( he has enough to do :( and as he’s archbishop of york :( why shouldn’t he be loyal to you :( in York :)”

-COCKBLOCKED

-something darkly funny about archibald pulling on his clothes in the background like his main concern is not dying naked

-look i love meg but c’mon the rules did stress she’s regent UNTIL she marries like she knew that! it’s not like they hid it in the small print!

-also if you’re having sex on the sly, post guards on your door! with halberds and shit. Preferably Douglas men, so they’ll be less likely to gossip. There should be guards on the doors anyway, that’s how royal palaces work. (Granted, the whole Rizzio situation...)

-Don’t write to catherine, write to a functioning human brain. Wolsey, More, YOUR BROTHER*

*alright, semi-functioning human brain.

- bit rich to blame henry for not helping when you didn’t ask him and went to his wife behind his back instead. Sure, he should have helped anyway, but she could have been smarter about it

-”an army coming in peace, how do I show that?” Never heard of a flag of truce, Henry? Also, there was something in the Borgias about holding a spear that represents invasion

-”she risks your health” bish she said she wanted an army not KoA in preggo armour again

-Compton’s less of a weirdo in this episode. Inconsistency, or maybe he’s a bit more normal with Maggie because they’re now at ease with each other’s company? Yeah no it’s inconsistency isn’t it.

-Thomas More looks so done with everyone’s shit. Me too. I hope he has no more stupid lines, but just looks bored in the background of every single scene. and occasionally the camera cuts to him for a good “i’m surrounded by idiots” face.

-”finer minds than many men I know” yeah but that’s a low bar in this show, everyone’s on stupid pills. Also Wolsey and More were at least cordial IRL. There was mutual respect between the two, even tho they didn’t agree politically all the time. Then again, Wolsey is evil in this ‘verse, and the real TM was an ally of the queen, so...i guess they can death glare now.

-”I would have thought court politics no longer surprised you” “tell the scriptwriters that.”

-”you are too good for us all” just because someone loves their kids and thinks toadying is gross, it doesn’t make them superior lmao. It’s called being normal.

-Maggie Pole: ugh the court is full of schemers and manipulators they’re all disgusting

also Maggie: *manipulates Compton’s emotions, albeit for partly selfless reasons*

-like I get it, I like that she’s using her brain, she has good reasons for the scheme even though it’s dishonest, I get that she wants to break up her betrothal as well, but she could be less black-and-white in her view of court politics.  It feels like whiplash when both scenes are in the same episode. 

-the court feels less depopulated this episode. That’s one good thing. It feels like an actual institution.

-Georgie Henley’s poor back... she is the saving grace of this episode. She can do so much with just her facial expressions. 

-”I will not be my sister” bold of you to think you can ever be as cool as your sister, Catherine.

-Maggie you were doing so well at not wearing that stupid blue hood thingy. Bring back the halfway decent green one.

-”Wolsey is shameless in his machinations” look I can forgive the dudes being rude about Wolsey- they’re the king’s BFFs, they can be as rude as they like. You, otoh, Maggie, are on thin fucking ice. Don’t say that, at normal volume, at the dinner table. Where Wolsey’s like two seats away from you!

-Thomas More whispering like he’s David Attenborough in a nature documentary. At least he knows to keep his fucking voice down.

-”it’s late you should go home,” Ah, yes, Tudor London. Famous for being a place where a woman could safely travel through pitch black streets all on her own while wearing extremely expensive clothes and jewellery. You mean to tell me she can’t sleepover on banquet night? FFS.

-”we can’t be together” someone tell this couple that they can hang out without arguing or having sex. Play chess. Play cards. Play hungry hungry hippos, i don’t care.

-oh look catherine’s practical for 2 hot seconds.

-”you bog dwelling fuckers” THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE EPISODE’S TITLE, WE WERE MCROBBED!

-she-wolf is not a compliment! She’d be offended! Call her a lioness if you want to praise her...y’know because the lion is England’s emblem??

-”Sir Compton” this is literally a mistake bad fanfic writers make.

-Maggie being cunning! Yay! I would never see that coming bc she’s a dumbass for the other 23 hours of the day.

-Bessie already being Henry’s mistress but she still genuinely helps and supports Catherine in her confinement and during the birth and looks genuinely stressed when things go wrong, when she could just be downstairs dancing and having fun with Henry like Anne Hastings is...Bessie I love you ditch Henry and elope with me instead

-DROP THE FLAMING TORCH LINA JFC

-do you have a clue how flammable tudor buildings are? Don’t run with it like it’s the fucking Olympics.

-So the heir is so important Catherine has to go into confinement, but you don’t keep midwives 24/7 in her chamber, on standby? 

-”Prince Charles has a ring to it” I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

-Bessie’s face when the baby’s a girl...comedy gold.

-”I’ll speak with someone who sees sense” you’ll be looking a long time, Meg

-the issue should be Compton kissing a married noblewoman. Nobody would give a flying fuck if it was a married washerwoman.

-’flowers of England’ :) yes they are :)

-”if i had 100 men with a heart like yours I could have conquered the world” that’s actually an excellent pick-up line you DILF now use it on someone who deserves it

-Tourette’s syndrome confirmed!

-dirty baby nappies go in a laundry basket you freaks

-why is the Queen of England carrying washing to a laundry? why why why why?

-also the king of england would not have sex in a laundry. Looks dark, damp, cold, probably smells. AND IT WOULD BE FULL OF WASHERWOMEN AT ALL TIMES. Laundry in those days was a big chore, especially for a laundry that has to wash the entire court’s fancy clothes. You could have just had them banging outside in the grounds where there’s pretty flowers and green grass and then catherine of aragon could turn the corner and spot them. He doesn’t have to hide his adultery, he can have bessie brought to his rooms as usual. 

#the spanish princess

[sometimes-we-all-fall]

A little Bucky ff…

It was always a good idea to be the boss’ favourite toy.

She slipped down the pole, every languid inch of her body running down the cold metal. Pulling her limbs down with the darker tempo of the music and when the beat popped, she flipped her head back. Her hair was a flying bird in the air, arms swirling in a twirl that would make saints faint on the spot.

A man to her right: a handsome one with heavy tattoos and that smile, the one all the women fawned over for sure. He was the one who she’d caught the eyes of.

Anna put a hand out to the girl on her left and whispered she’d be right back. Then she climbed down the stage, a beeline straight to the man. He saw her coming and nudged at his friends and when they saw her and their jaws dropped Anna’s pride soared.

Of course Anna was gorgeous, her parents wouldn’t have gotten such a high price for her if she wasn’t.

Smiling a million dollars, Anna swayed her hips right to him. He yanked her, his fingers digging into her waist as he pressed her too close to his torso.

“That ass has my name on it princess.” He whispered in her ear.

Anna tried her hardest not to roll her eyes at the same line every man spluttered out with. Fair enough, on the ledge of her pantyline a delicate tattoo read, ‘your name.’ But she was really fucking tired of it.

“Hands off pretty boy, it's the only rule.” Anna winked but her fingers pried firmly at his hands. He sighed and gave her another firm squeeze before letting go with an overdramatic nod. She got to work then, shaking her ass in his face and running the tips of her fingers everywhere but where he wanted.

It was the whole trading chip of a stripper to leave them wanting more, always on the edge of desire and frustration and relaxation. This man was not taking kindly to her tactics though.

She had one hand in his hair, pulling just enough and the other delightfully too high on his waist. Her tits were definitely on one of each of his eyes as she danced to the music.

“Stop.” he put a hand on her throat, “teasing.” his tongue licked the column of her throat before she could pull away. And when she tried, his hand only held tighter.

Grinning, Anna slid her hand up his arm, pulling her body closer and closer, her bloodred lips inches from his neatly trimmed beard. She ran a streak of that lipstick across his cheek until her lips found the shell of his ear. The man seemed to practically purr.

“If you look behind me, on my right shoulder and next to the bar is a man I am sure is staring at you.” when his hand on her throat faltered a little all Anna’s teeth bore. “His name is James, a former soldier and present advocate for the devil.”

Her words had the man practically melting off her but Anna only leaned closer, let her knees rest between his thighs. “A personal bodyguard of mine you could say and though I told you not to touch…” she trailed off.

Anna slid a hand to the tent below her and leaned all her weight down. He grunted and huffed.

“Pay up.” she whispered, but he only sneered in her face.

She shrugged and released the poor fucker, slapping her hands together as if touching him had left her hands dirty.

The man looked all shades of pissed. “Filthy bitch. Too fucking useless to even give me blueballs.” Anna only winked.

Sad for him really, that streak on his cheek was Anna’s personal penmanship for his demise. Sure enough, as she headed to the bathroom James had gotten off his stool and strutted straight to the man.

Leaning on the cracked sink, Anna closed her eyes for a minute. It was four in the morning and she’d been in these heels for the better part of twelve hours. Her feet hurt. Her head hurt, her eyes and every inch of her body ached.

But, she took a breath and fumbled beneath the pipes of the sink and- there, found it. She only spilled three of the slim pills onto her hand, deciding not to let her head get too fuzzy tonight and chucked them to the back of her throat. The effect was instant, her head feeling like the pins weren’t there and her hands the opposite.

A shuddering breath and a swipe at the mascara under her eyes, Anna straightened herself again, plastered her filthiest smile on and clicked out the bathroom.

James had taken his spot at the bar again, brooding over a knuckle of whiskey. She went over to him, gesturing at Andy across the bar for her regular drink. She only barely missed the seat the first time and knocked into James on her second attempt.

He only exhaled deeply and elbowed her the right way. “Flags and weapons look the same Anna.”

Her brain was too fucked to even understand what the fuck he was on about. “James-”

“That’s not my name.”

“We only live once and all that bullshit. Let me be who I am. To be the best me I can be.”

He feigned a chuckle. “Where’d you hear that one?”

She peeled the skin off a peanut, “subway station.”

The corner of his mouth curled and she nearly choked on the nut.

“A smile? James, you-“

“Anna.”

She grinned evilly. “James.”

“That’s not my name.”

She threw a hand on her chest, gasping “James!”

He shook his head and gave up, swigging from the glass. She rolled her eyes, he was never any fun.

“Alright, Thomas.”

“Still not-”

“I think it’s time I went home.”

James levelled an eye at her, “your shift isn’t over yet.” Anna grimaced but nodded.

She stepped onto the floor and spun his seat so she was nestled between his legs. James raised his chin with a snort. That was the biggest invitation she’d get.

Anna tilted her head, watching where his eyes turned from ‘boss mode’ to ‘whatever’.

Dipping a hand down, she felt the bump at his crotch and ran the tips of her stiletto nails down it. His hips jerked and Anna gleamed.

Andy had turned his back and all other girls secretly hissed at her, Anna was the only one he ever tolerated. The one he’d let be rubbed off for a few extra hours in bed.

He hissed when she came close enough to smell the mint and whiskey on his breath and nipped the hairs of his stubble. She ducked down then and rubbed her nose over his throat, keening when the parcel in her hand throbbed a little.

“Up. Get up and follow me.” He hissed under his breath and she didn’t take a moment to clasp his hand and pull him to the darkest of the booths.

James spread eagled across the surface and caught her as Anna flung herself into his lap. She was on his mouth instantly, pulling and nipping his bottom lip until she was let in to explore. He was warm and soft and familiar, and she fell into the curves of his chest easily.

James hummed in approval when she rolled her hips over his bulge, so she did it again, but this time her fingers tugged those fly-away hairs on his nape. That throbbing pulsed past the leather on her thighs and Anna grinned through the kiss.

They were never gentle, always tugging and clawing at each other for that release. It wasn’t as if James couldn’t have every woman in the club if he wanted, he was the owner, but they lost each other in the familiarity. She had known him since the war ended and watched as he built this place from the ground, only ever asking to be a part of his journey. She didn’t want anything else, didn’t need; at least not from him. Anna would never ask another thing from any man ever again.

“I need you early tomorrow.” James panted through his teeth and she momentarily went still and groaned.

He picked her lips back up and ran a rough hand down her back. “Kelly quit yesterday and we have no one for the live tomorrow. I swear, it's only temporary.”

When he trailed that sweet mouth to her collar it became impossible to think. “How bad-” his devil tongue sliced a path of desire down her chest. “How bad do you want me?”

James knew what she was doing and he couldn’t care less. “Not want.” he raked his cock up her tortoursley. “I need you. Could barely survive without you.”

She was lost and nodded a yes to now and whenever. He praised her beauty before stealing the air from her lungs, his tongue doing dangerous things to her mouth and throat. And she couldn’t help herself from chasing that friction, flushing the denim seam against her aching core. James met her eagerly, happy to be the giver this time round.

He slapped the bare skin around her thong and humped her up and down his lap. She moaned too loud for decency. All too soon there was a bubble in her stomach and she began panting and falling, her limbs giving over to whatever James could offer her. He undid her with every heave but she needed more of him on every part of her body, the body that betrayed her right then.

With a shudder her head exploded into stars and the only way to hold on was to dig her nails into him, a pain that had him ripping the steady pace and fucking her into oblivion. He grunted but still wasn’t there. Only barely hanging on as Anna flew worlds over; but that wouldn’t do at all.

She pulled herself up with renewed vigor and James’ heart fluttered with anticipation. She took over then, a predator spotting its prey. Her hips drew breathy moans from him, pulling apart his sense of self and yanking them together and when her teeth flew to his throat-

He was undone. Spent and too uncontrolled to stop the sounds or jerking of his hips that nearly knocked Anna’s head on the light above them. It rippled through him in ecstasy. He pulled her right to him then, so she was flush with his chest and he could hear her second release barrel through her with the last few thrusts.

Anna lay in his neck, gathering her thoughts from the floor. James was gripping her tight enough she was practically clung to his torso like a monkey. She could feel the humming bird in his chest slowly calm as the breaths in her hair lulled. He was content and Anna was all too happy to sit there, she’d fall asleep in his arms without bother. Even the music seemed satisfied and soft.

The flashing lights had turned to a dim glow for the late nighters and Anna let herself melt. Only for him would she be so content and she knew, Anna just knew this is what it felt like to be truly home. Clustered in his heat where even the scar riddled soldier was happy to dream with his face in her hair.

Anna opened her eyes to darkness. The beeping at the side of her bed seemed to get louder with every second. She flung an arm out and shut the blasted thing up. She was still there in James’ arms for a second before reality hit.

And Anna couldn’t stop the dam from bursting as she wished with all her heart that it could have been real. That James was alive and well. That she wasn’t aching for his smile every blasted morning and his voice every night. Anna prayed that somewhere out there he was alive but it was impossible. Impossible because she was part of Hydra, part of this century and yet it hurt like no torture could ever match. James would only ever be memories in her dreams.

[ninjakasuga]

Sonsal Celebration Day 6

Day Six of the celebration of best furry couple by @boundforfreedomsonsal continues! Admittedly I’ve been watching eagerly for this day as this was honestly the first of the prompts I worked on. Having finished reading @archiesoniconline ‘s fan-project version of issue 249 and 250 (in which Sally was deroboticized huzzah) and the signs of Sally dealing with the obvious aftermath; I was inspired. Add in inspiration from a few pages of Glitcher’s Sonic Retold series, and well I had material to work with. I recommend if you want to see a faithful fan continuation of the pre-reboot Archie-Sonic era give ASO, a shot or even pay Glitcher’s DA page ( https://www.deviantart.com/glitcher ) a visit. Since the old comics are never going to see an official revisit we fans are the only ones who will see our beloved characters flourish so give these guys and other fan projects a looksie! Also the lovely, AMAZING art work provided for this prompt was by the amazing @foxinadress​  seriously this amazing artist deserves praise. I recommend not only giving his Tumblr a visit but check their various art platforms and Patreon.

One last Author note; there is some pushing of the PG-13 as per usual, but at this point you guys expect that from me. XD Also while this takes place in my little Sonic fic-verse, it’s out of chronological order, taking place between the Double Date and Surprise prompt episodes.

HURT:

Looking out at the forest beyond Sally Acorn didn’t seem to pay mind to the setting sun, nor did she react to the sounds of the far off cheers coming from the city nearby. There was a lot to celebrate, between the Deathegg being put out of commission, for Naugus being exposed and dealt with, everyone was in a party mood. As much as she didn’t care to dwell on it, the Princess knew a chunk of the celebration was for her own safe return after spending a few months as Mecha Sally.

A few horrible, painful months where she felt like she was trapped inside her own body, unable to do anything but the screaming impulses of Eggman’s whim. She’d be lying if she didn’t thoroughly enjoy seeing his shattered expression as he fled from the Deathegg as the vile creation was torn apart by explosions before crashing into one of his bases it was poised above. It almost made up for the hell she endured.

Yet that joy felt somehow hollow still and it bugged her incessantly. She was back home, her friends and family safe, the Kingdom was safe, and yet… Sally couldn’t fully feel right. She did not feel like she deserved to be there, enjoying the celebration with everyone else. The squirrel-munk hated how she felt, not when her friends, and especially a certain Hedgehog, fought like hell to get her back. Closing her eyes Sally felt the raging memories she tried to suppress coming back. Of her time as Mecha-Sally, from being used as a tool to harm, maim, and kill her friends. Thankfully the latter never happened, but plenty of the former happened; and then there was the recollection of when she was weaponized.

A deep shudder ran through her as she curled her legs closer to her chest, her breathing reaching almost hyperventilating levels as she tried to fight down the terror and panic. By the Neo-Walkers, the Almighty, and any Deity that truly was out there, it was like watching someone dismember you and be AWAKE through it all! In lieu of blood was oil, and yet every part ripped out might as well have been an appendage or organ! While a Robian was made of wires and metal they still had a ‘core’ representing their life-force. When Eggman was taking her apart and enjoying it, her ‘core vitals’ went crazy as if even as a machine her body and true mind knew of the violation being done to her. She nearly died just because Eggman wanted to be sadistic as he prepped her to be a killing machine against all she loved.

Even a week after being deroboticized, she couldn’t shake those vague but potent recollections. Sally was able to suppress and bury most of her trauma by focusing on deposing Naugus before he took the Kingdom down with him, but now that she was left alone to her thoughts; she couldn’t drown it all out.

So lost in her own mind, her ears didn’t even twitch as a familiar ‘sonic-boom’ echoed nearby, signaling the arrival of a certain someone. The flag on the pole she sat beside on the hill of FF Headquarters, began to wave and bob from the sudden gust of wind, along with her hair and vest. Yet Sally didn’t truly seem to pay attention any until a warm hand, gently settled on her shoulder.

“Yo Sal, you okay?! You’re shaking all over!” A concerned voice uttered as the hand moved from her shoulder, and now two entire arms began to gently wrap around her, pulling her into the lap of the owner of said arms. At the feel of his warmth behind her back, Sally instinctively nestled against him, and let out a shaky breath. “I-I’m okay Sonic, jus-just a little chilly is all.”

“Bullshi-er-baloney…” Quipped back the fastest Hedgehog alive as he self-censored himself from uttering a more potent and crass choice of phrase. As he gently rested his chin atop her head, Sonic softly began to gently sway his body, rocking Sally in their embrace as he sought to help her deal with her woes. “You can’t pull a fast one over on me, I know you Sally, and this?” He gestured to her entirely. “This ain’t the wind giving you chills.” His usual jovial tone was dialed all the way to deep concern as his hands remained locked around her waist. “Talk to me Sal, please talk to me.”

Swallowing hard, Sally none-the-less tried to ease his concern with false-assurance. Not easy when those emerald orbs looked at her like that. She loved his eyes but the way he looked at her with concern and love, it almost made things feel worse because she didn’t want him to worry about her. “It’s just a little shake, and bad memories I’ll be fine-.” Interrupting her, Sonic kept his tone even, but a firmness trickled in. “Sally, don’t play this off. Now isn’t the time to pretend you’re not hurting. We sent Naugus packin’ and Egg-butt is still reeling from his toys being broken. Right now the only thing this Hedgehog cares about is the well-being of the woman in my arms. You, numero uno, the one and only Princess Sally, Acorn. The woman I love.” His hand traced along her cheek, making her lip quiver. “You’re hurting, let me help you Sal, right now we have nothing to worry about but us right now. Don’t shut me out, not this time, or ever, please. Now’s the time to let it all out because we dunno when we might get another break.”

His pleas tugged at her heart-strings, his devotion and love for her making her feel wonderful; yet awful at the same time with how her conflicted mind felt. Yet those words she didn’t know she needed to hear, eroded what resistance had been left in Sally. She crumbled like a dam that had burst after too much neglect. Turning her body in his embrace, she buried her face into his neck and sobbed, and just gushed, everything in her spilling out in tandem with the hot tears, leaking from her eyes. “I still remember being weaponized, being taken apart piece by piece, Eggman not caring if he nearly killed me in the process. I saw my own limbs and other pieces just, discarded as he smiled and hummed to music!” A deep shudder ran through her body as she clung to Sonic even more. She began to hiccup but kept talking. “Then he sent me out after everyone… I wish it was a blur, but every image is potently burned into my brain! I remember being used against everyone… I-I almost killed you, my brother, Lupe, Antoine, everyone I cared for and loved… How I managed to not kill anyone I don’t know!”

Shaking her grip on him tightened as more hot tears rolled from her eyes, matting the fur of his shoulder and neck. “When I wasn’t out in the field he made plan out methods to attack the Kingdom, or how to use my knowledge of my friends to use psychological warfare to break you all… I was even tasked to come up with methods to-to assassinate everyone!” Her voice grew hoarse as the lump in her throat got worse, along with the hiccuping. “I made fifty plans for you alone…” 

Deep, burning anger, filled Sonic as much as his desire to comfort and console his best friend and love of his life. The latter won out, and so he mentally filed away his desire to race to wherever Eggman ran off too for the time being and pound his face into jelly. A rage that surpassed the killing desire he felt when fighting the original Robotnik one last time just burned in him, to the point it scared him. Mentally berating himself, Sonic tried to refocus his mind. Sally needed him, and not off fulfilling a vendetta. With one hand, he began to rub up and down her back gently, as the other rested against the back of her head; stroking her auburn tresses as she sobbed against him. “Oh, Sally…” Sonic wanted to make the pain all go away, but knowing he couldn’t just snap a finger and do so, the Hedgehog continued to cradle Sally in his arms.

Sonic was known for his fast-talking, use of quips, and using humor to play off the more dreary elements of what was going on. Keeping upbeat and focusing ahead and ready to move on without looking back much. This was not one of those times he could be flippant on the issue. Yet he wasn’t sure what to say, could he really say anything that could make it all better, even a little? He had to try. “That wasn’t you though-.”

Sally’s tear-stained face pulled away from Sonic’s chest, sending him a glare that could kill, if she didn’t look so emotionally wrecked. “Don’t bull-crap me Sonic Hedgehog, I remember doing all those things!! Me, all me! Eggman let me keep my free will so he could use my tactical prowess and memories and-.”

Interrupting her, Sonic let a low growl leave his throat as he shook his head fiercely. “That wasn’t you Sally Acorn!! I’ve been roboticized too, and I know how that song and dance went!” Shaking his head he placed a soft kiss to her forehead as he held her close still. “Buttnik didn’t give my mind as much leeway as Eggman gave you, but I wasn’t some common bot-job either. Point is you’re still programmed to follow their rules. Just like Robuttnik made me do as he wanted despite any freedom of tactical thinking he left me.” He grit his teeth trying to suppress both his memories of that time and his growing anger. 

“The same applies to you being made to follow that- that, F**King Egg-face’s orders!” He cried giving in and cursing, using a word even he rarely uttered which caused Sally to gasp and stare at him in shock. Something Sonic took advantage of to press on with his words. “Even if you were given some mental free-reign Eggman still wanted dominance and control, meaning he was still using you like a puppet. You were still doing things you did not want to do deep down, because the Sally I know, the Sally I love would never do any of that of her true free will.”

Lip quivering Sally sniffled again, her grip on him tightening some. A fresh wave of doubt, both of her current crisis and old ones creeping into her mind. “Sonic, why? Ho-how could you still love me after all I did? All that I put you and the others through-?”

He interrupted her again with a kiss, soft, and quick, after breaking it his hands gently frame her face. “Because I can, because I do love you, and want to help you through this. Just like you did for me after I was roboticized and used against you all. Remember I wanted to die, but you not only turned me back but helped me deal with the aftermath.” Gently ‘booping’ her nose, he flashed her one of his soft smiles. “I still owe you a makeup date since, well the last one got interrupted by all the blow-out from the Nicole paranoia.”

Softly hiccuping for a moment as she tried to compose herself, Sally found herself slowly smiling if just a thin one. “Even if your girlfriend is a mess? Sonic I-I don’t know if I can trust myself, even if a part of me knows you’re right…” Laying her hands over his, she shook as another wave of doubt and sadness took her. “That was still me, what if what I went through woke up some nasty side of me, a part of me that willingly became a monster to-to ‘get the job done’?”

Firming shaking his head, Sonic leans in, his nose touching hers as his emerald eyes stare into her soft blue peepers. “Then the monster’s gonna have’ta deal with having me around to poke her or wag a finger in her direction. That said I don’t think there’s a monster, just the most amazing woman ever doubting herself. I understand some of what you’re going through Sal, and what I don’t I’m still here to help you along the way. We’ll get through this together like we always do.”

A true, warm, and wide smile crept onto Sally’s face before outright overtaking it. Leaning closer, her forehead, and his touch as she let herself be lost in his emerald gaze. “I don’t deserve you.”

Making a ‘hmm’ of deep thought, the hedgehog just flashed his trademark cocky smile back at her. “Hmm, judges say that’s hogwash. I think the Princess deserves nice things.”

Sally lifted an eyebrow, her mouth quivering as she barely withheld making a ‘snerk’ sound. “So you’re a nice thing?”

“Ten out of ten agree, when you go Sonic, you don’t go back.” He chimed in a sing-song, cheesy tone. Just happy to see her expression lighting up.

A happy laugh left Sally’s lips as she slid her arms around his neck. “I’ll give you that, I’d be lying saying otherwise.” Leaning closer, still staring into Sonic’s eyes, Sally craned her head to the side still leaning in. “I still think I don’t deserve you-.” “Sal-.” She put a finger to his lips. “However, I am very, very happy that you still love and want me even with all my flaws, and baggage.” “Like I’m not flawed-?” She interrupted him again, “Not finished, the bottom line is- oh screw it! I love you too, now kiss me!”’ Deciding words weren’t enough and anything else she said would be a mere retread of words already spoken. She removed her finger from his lips and closed the distance. Planting a big, ol’ wet, and hungry kiss against the Hedgehog’s lips. To which Sonic’s only response was to make a surprised if pleased sound and eagerly return the kiss. Each tightening their hold on the other as the sun fully began to set, and soon the sky lit up with fire-works from the celebration in the city. Almost as if to mirror the setting sun, giving way to the moon and the night; their kissing grew more passionate. Simple lip-to-lip meshing gave way to dueling tongues and their grip on each other began to pet and rub at the skin under their fur, as a heat grew between them.

Shrugging a shoulder, Sally let her vest start to fall off. Noticing this, Sonic started to grasp the article to help slide it back in place, but one of her hands grasped his wrist to stop him. “Don’t.” She pleaded, heat in her voice, her still tear-wet eyes opening to look into his. “I need you Sonic, I want to feel you all of you, kissing me, holding me, on me, in me…” Her soft words carried a mix of soft pleas from the inner turmoil she still felt; intermingled with a sensual huskiness that underlined her desire to be loved and make the pain go away.

Any argument about being out in the open, died without Sonic even uttering the thoughts. Certainly, the concern of being walked upon was there; as far from prying eyes as Freedom Fighter HQ was, they were sitting on top of the grassy hill on top of it. Anyone could wander by and get, well one hell of a show. 

Sally’s loving, needy gaze, and soft pleas killed any objections as Sonic, helped her remove the vest and their kissing resumed. It was probably in their favor that the fireworks show went on as long as it did, dulling out sounds, a pretty distraction and if both Sally and Sonic were, to be honest, ambiance to the oldest dance they were engaged in without a care in the world besides each other.

Robotnik couldn’t destroy them, and neither would Eggman, they would endure as long as they had each other.

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[utterlyinevitable]

2, 3, 11, 18 for the 40 Questions for Fic Writers (also, if these are too many, sorry!)

I’d answer the entire fic writer asks list if you sent it to me haha ♥

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Smut. Is smut a trope? 

All the scenes I want to write play out so well in my head but then I put it into text and it’s a CRINGE FEST 😫 

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

I mean.... probably not any body/gender swap ff tropes. Nor supernatural stuff. And absolutely nothing with horror/gore. I generally just write about things that happen in my life or those closest to me so there’s always a existential realism to my works (hopefully it comes across).

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

It’s a hobby I wish I could monetize. If I got paid to sit here and write my silly little stories all day I’d be living a great life 😌 

Thank you, Corona, for reminding me how much I love to write. 

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

No 😂 @withbeautyandrage​ tried to get me to do/use a character outline template once and I gave up after inputting their middle name lmao

Thesaurus.com is basically what I use religiously when I remember. 

I do outline my fics though. The first thing I always write is the rough dialogue and then piece the imagery around it.   

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

Ohhhh I have so many alternate endings! Even when my fics are published they still live rent free in my mind and are editing themselves 😅 So I’ll just summarize the ones that definitely aren’t getting another part: 

If there was a Drunk Words Have Sober Consequences Part 3 or extended ending, Ethan would just say “Stop it” and Becca would challenge him with “Say it. You haven’t had any problems the last few weeks, what’s one more time.” The problem is he know this would be the very last time she’d let him this close. He wasn’t ready to lose her even before they’ve started. He’s silent and looking at her like a deer in headlights and she adds “I’ll make it easy for you” and starts to rip herself away. Just as he’s about to plead with her one last time and she’s about to turn away, June comes in; “Am I interrupting something?”. Ethan shoots Hirata daggers a snarl ready to erupt but Becca gets there first, “No. Just arguing about patients again” and leaves. (and patients is a play on words for patience bc that’s what they’re actually fighting about and becca has 0 patience left).

In Hopeless it ends up being Ethan who texted “come home with me” instead of Raf. She meets Ethan in the parking lot and they go back to his place. The whole travelling there bit is full of awkward silence. There’d be no conversation besides asking if she’d like a drink or needs to charge her phone. The most mechanical they’ve ever been. She’s still so emotional and regrets turning up at his office and almost getting caught by Harper. She knows this is a bad idea. So does he. But they don’t care. The warmth of their bodies together makes the entire world disappear. It’s irrational and neither are having any foresight about what’s going to happen next. They’re going to fuck the entire night, and then what? She gets a cab home in the wee hours of the morning, not staying the night ever again because he didn’t deserve her. 

In WIADTS after Stuck, Becca doesn’t stay in this alternate ending. They don’t make it to the weekend getaway. She’d checked out of their relationship hours ago and there’s no going back. She does this stealth mission a bit better with giving Ethan a false sense of security. He went to work earlier than she did and in those two hours she packed up everything and left to her friends’ place. She went to work and just avoided him. Avoided him as much as she could to avoid the inevitable fall out coming when he gets home and realizes she’s gone. That afternoon she started looking for other jobs across the country. Boston hurt too much. 

In happier events, Miles Apart! 

Even though they fell apart and she’s doing amazing across the country and she’s releasing her first book, they’re still on one anothers minds. That’s why she calls him.  Somewhere in this conversation she asks him to write the foreward of the book, he accepts with an “of course”; and then he tells her not to be a stranger next time she’s in Boston, and she tells him the same. Then Ethan lies and says he’ll be in California next month and if he could take her out to celebrate. “I’d like that.” The second they hang up Ethan pulls up his airline app and buys a ticket to California for next month. 

She sends him the address for a vintage coffeeshop that she loves and knows he’ll appreciate. She turns up 10 minutes early to settle in and running over just a few things she practiced saying to him in the mirror the last few days. She didn’t want anything to be too weird or anything to elude to their break up. She’s focused on moving forward. She’s grown a lot in the last year. 

But Ethan was already sitting there in the back corner staring out the window. 

Becca hung in the doorway and drank him in. needing a few moments to calm the butterflies raging in her stomach. She walked over slowly. As slowly as possible without being suspicious. 

Ethan sensed her. Her same old perfume hit his nostrils like a freight train with the first few steps she took, and he looked at her. 

They shared a weird greeting. Him getting up but neither moving to shake hands or hug. She took the seat across from him and ordered a coffee and asked how his flight was. Then immediately showed him the book when pleasantries drifted. She made a joke out of never getting his signature and as much as it pained him Ethan let out a small chuckle. Everything about her was still so endearing. 

That little joke broke whatever barrier was left between them. 

What was carved out to be an hour lunchbreak turned longer as time slipped away from them in their ease of conversation. So easily falling back into one another like the years apart meant nothing at all. 

Thank you for these 💕

#imagine the power i could wield in my own personal productivity if i could write smut... #my passion is sociology and business operations... makes me sound like a boring tool huh #a lot of my alternate endings are for the fatl universe #i just wanna give these babes all the chances to get back together😭😭😭 #the entire premise of What If universe is rewriting reality so every fic in that series has 2 alternate endings that'll be written #at some point #lmao just realizing my alternate endings all have the same theme of: strong female leaves waffling man who doesn't appreciate her #asked #alwaysmychoices