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Also....anytime someone says Travis's whole goal in this game is to get laid owes me like 10 bucks.
#And I mean that even before they learn of the truth in the finale#Before the line was even mentioned#Travis was already discussing with Sylvia about her keeping her promise (we don't know the promise at that point since this is post rank 10#AND THEN that line happens#Even when he first talks about meeting her in the opening#It's just about how she looked and smelled good#No mention of that shit#I get the clanking of Death Metals fuck off sword is loud#but like it feels like people just ignore Travis's death metal monologue#Anyways....that's my second ted talk for now#Soon I'll come back and talk about just because a game is “light-hearted” doesn't mean you can't understand the themes or story#Sorry this always irks me the same way as when people say James from SH2 was just sexually frustrated and that's it#Also since this is a side blog I can't reply to replies on here :' ) forgive me#dom.txt
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hi steph!
1. *hugs (if you want some)*
2. i LOVE your hair - i want purple hair so badly!!! it's like one of the coolest thing ever.
3. CAN I PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TALK ABOUT GOOD OMENS 2 WITH YOU?! (ik this blog is not primarily for go but... idk i just need *drowning noises*)
i'm just gonna rant and you can decide if you wanna answer this (probably messy) dump of thoughts...
😭😭😭
omg okay so "i forgive you" fucking KILLED ME I AM DECEASED AND WILL BE HAUNTED BY THESE WORDS UNTIL ETERNITY.
i just finished it... and i can't... i CANT! first johnlock now good omens... WHY AM I - a lesbian in her 20s - so obsessed with pining middle aged queer men?! like WHY?! (you don't actually have to answer i am just confused about this...)
the pining in this season was UNBEARABLE! from BOTH SIDES! and then we get a kiss but it's - WHAT I CANNOT
and i kinda want a s2e6 fix it fic...
and OMG NINA IS HARRY WATSON. they have the exact same vibe (imo) - grumpy, a mess, kinda bitchy to customers, etc. i also believe they are both easily wooed (by absolute sweethearts with lots of brave stubbornness) but try to hide it so badly because their feelings are just so vulnerable because of their past bad experiences with relationships (family & partner)
and like how cool that there is a lesbian representation too because fuvking damniit i need more! lesbian/wlw couples!
ALSO I AM SO FUCKIN PROUD OF CROWLEY FOR FINALLY SPEAKING UP BUT I AM SO MAD AT AZIRAPHALE FOR FUCKING IT ALL UP UFUDHUFURBE I HATE THIS
rant over, thanks for listening
PS: it's 2am where i am...
Hi Lovely!! *HUGS*
Sorry I didn't reply to this sooner, time's limited this week on my computer and it was midnight when I saw this, hahah, LOL <3
One, YES, I love hugs thank you!!
Two, THANK YOU!! I love it too! I've had it various shades of purple for a few years, I love it!! :D Makes me feel a lot more like myself. As I'm getting older, I'm feeling more comfortable expressing myself, even at my job since I hit tenure and I think I'm stuck there forever now lol.
Three, ALWAYS!!! I love Good Omens so much!! I also have a GO blog over at @inevitably-ineffable-husbands too if you want more content!!
LOL your reaction was the same one I had after the initial watchthrough, but GOD it felt SO different than the way I felt post Sherlock S4... Like it was a "good hurt / angst" that GO gave me, and I'm so excited to see where it will go from here!!
I LOVE NINA, she's fantastic, and Maggie is SO me, ugh, I love them both so much.
Crowley was SO BRAVE, but I think his timing was shit. It was an act of desperation, and I FUCKING LOVED IT. I am SO ANGRY and SATISFIED, and just UUGGGGGHHHH they love each other so much but they just CANNOT TALK and it frustrates me and makes me giddy!! :D I hope your rant meant you enjoyed it too, but I totally understand if you didn't *HUGS*
And never hesitate to rant to me, I enjoy chatting with y'all!! :D
*HUGGLES* Cheers, Turtely!! :D
#steph replies#chatting with lovelies#good omens#good omens spoilers#go spoilers#good omens s2go#go the final fifteen#i am so excited for s3#it better happen#i need them at south downs
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Hi. Rani again, just a slightly different sideblog this time (for reasons of wanting to do this on the blog with a lower follower count, because that felt polite).
So normally when people walk away from a conversation like this, I just drop it and let them - for one, I get that life stuff happens and you might just have not had the time or energy to respond (especially considering that things got a bit heated in the discussions on the original version of this post), and for another, I don't want to come off as actually harassing people. Forgive me if this is in fact a case of you just not having had the time and/or energy to respond yet, but it's been over 48 hours since you posted this and I initially responded to it, and you were previously consistently responding to people's replies on the original post within a few hours - and, as I said, you also didn't initially respond to these same questions from me on that first post either (though again, that may well just be because it got a bit lost in the scuffle that happened) - so you can understand why the conclusion that I am, in fact, being intentionally ignored seems more and more likely.
Despite that being my general policy, however: in this specific instance, because of a specific series of events and because you're actually a member of the community (as opposed to the antikin whom I usually find myself in this situation with), I wanted to point out a couple of things. If you choose to not respond to this, that's fine, and I won't continue any further, but I wanted to be transparent and say this straight-up, and as previously mentioned, I wanted to do it on a blog with a lower follower count because I frankly don't feel like it's polite to put you on blast in front of around three thousand people. (And I felt like it would be significantly weirder and more pressuring to DM you out of nowhere with it.)
In that previous discussion (linked again, as above), you criticized Page (@/who-is-page) for his tone (that is, upset and angry) and told him to, quote, "Maybe ask questions before pointing fingers." Moreover, you did this while, if I may be blunt here, ignoring a large portion of his actual rhetorical points in favor of criticizing the way he said them. I can understand not wanting to engage in a discussion with that tone of anger involved. However, you have simultaneously and subsequently proceeded to flat-out ignore me and others when we bring the questions you directly asked Page for, along with genuine critiques and concerns, in the politer tone which you requested and the absence of which you effectively used as a reason to ignore Page's rhetorical points. @/that-dreaming-dragon and @/the-wolf-poet got no response from you at all, and while you responded to @/unlikely-archangel, it was only to assent to xyr criticism of your tone, and xyr actual rhetorical points and questions were, again, completely ignored.
Bluntly, Thorn, it is difficult to draw any conclusion from that but a) that you can't actually defend your point, and instead of admitting that and conceding that you may have been wrong, you're choosing to selectively answer only what little you can refute or criticize your opponents for, and b) that you aren't actually interested in the "civil discussion" you demanded from Page in the first place, despite claiming in that aforementioned conversation,
"My whole point in this discussion that I tried to make clear is that I am NOT the judge of things, but neither are you. I hear your side of things, and I will keep things into account, but I will continue to look into the topic and allow people to express an opinion if it seems important like this."
Which is, bluntly, a bad look, a show of hypocrisy, and just plain rude to the people and community you were kind of coming off as making demands toward (less so in the way you rephrased this newer version of the post, but you're still saying we should change a major part of our community's language, even if it's no longer phrased as "this is what we're doing now, you're not allowed to keep doing it the old way").
If you've decided you don't want to engage with this topic anymore, then fine; if you ignore this, then let this be the last thing said on it. Like I said, I don't want to come off as harassing you or anything; I don't intend to pursue this further unless you want to. But I want to point out the pattern you are showing to you, because I do believe that you genuinely were trying to do the right thing with this post, and I want you to have the opportunity to realize that this is a part of why people are getting upset and angry that you may not have seen or understood so that we can hopefully avoid this happening in the future.
Anyway. That's all. Thank you for your time.
Why people with PLS find the use of "phantom limbs" by the alterhuman community offensive
NOTE: This is a repost of an ealier post with more of an own-opinion/giving people with PLS a voice-approach rather than a community announcement, after having received critique from it that I agree with. I am completely fine with people having different opinions on this. I might make a video about this in the future, but I'd like to make you all aware of a statement I've received from people with PLS.
The use of the medical term "phantom limbs" is heavily tied to Phantom Limb Syndrome (PLS) which is a medical condition that affects amputees and those born with congenital differences in anatomy. It can be similar but is said to be vastly different from what otherkin and therians experience during phantom shifts. People experiencing PLS and the like have made it known that comparing phantom shifts to the actual loss of a limb or PLS is offensive, so I am of the belief that this should not be done again. I personally recommend using the words phantom shifts, parts or appendages, or specify that appendages such as phantom paws, wings, tails, etc. instead.
I personally take responsibility for having made this comparison in the past, and I'd like to apologize to people who experience PLS or have lost a limb for doing so. It was not my place to make this comparison, as I cannot know what the experiences is actually like.
I urge everyone who may own an Alterhuman platform (whether that be a Discord server or social media platform), and who agree with this statement, to spread the word about this. You are free to use part of this text to explain things.
#obligatory to my followers: don't be assholes. the discussion's clearly been had. don't go after them to be a dick#the point has been made you don't need to dogpile them#dragon chatter#through doubt you have unlocked sideblog#<- forgive my snarky tag for things that came here from the main 'kin blog#supernumerary phantom limbs
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Hi :) It's been a while.
Two months has passed since I last posted on this blog. And wow, many things have happened during the time.
The blog has gained more than 100 followers!! Yayyyyyyyyy!!! Thank you so much for your supports even tho I haven't posted anything ever since the notice...But I do get notifications then and now about people who like the posts or follow the blog. I just wanna say thank you again, and I really really appreciate you all. I also received some messages and I'm so sorry that I couldn't reply at the time, but whoever you are, thank you for checking on us!
Both me and miss Blue are now free from school. We have both passed our final thesis with flying colors!!! But then, "why haven't you guys come back?", some may ask. I must say it was mostly my fault. During a month of preparation for the thesis, along side with being busy, I also have gone through a major mental breakdown and it changed my mind set completely about spirituality. The situation didn't involve spirituality directly, but it left a huge impact on my way of thinking about things. Due to that, I couldn't bring myself to touch my tarot decks again since then, even till now, and I think I will take a very long time for me to move on from this lump. I'm very sorry to you guys, and to miss Blue, too.
I'm sorry that I can't keep my promise of flooding your feeds with new readings. I hope you guys can forgive me. And because I can't do the readings anymore, I think that Enha's readings will no longer available :( I'm very thankful and very sorry to those who have like the posts of the blog and follow for ENHYPEN's contents. You guys were the first people to interact with my blog, and basically kept me going, but then, I have disappointed you.
I also think that after the "As a lover" series for SEVENTEEN, I would also close the blog. It would be unfair for miss Blue and those who are here for SVT if I end it here. I will team up with miss Blue and give you my best :) And I hope that we'll meet gain soon (I'll try my best to assist miss Blue on this).
And thank you for reading this :) Stay safe, and have a good day or night wherever you are 💙
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Heart by Heart | Chapter XI | Raul Mendes
*secret agent AU*
Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they're constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they're both secret agents, and the best team that's ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.
Hello, can't believe this series is almost over! This is the eleventh chapter of this series and I'm sorry in advance, too many cliffhanger, I know, but at least this is a positive one, right? You can find the first ones here. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don’t feel comfortable with the contents listed on the “warnings” section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the “fic rec” hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading!
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*Word Count: 3.4K+
*Warnings: cursing, violence, mentions of blood and guns, kidnapping, hostage situation, angst, and another cliffhanger (a good one though!).
Please don’t read it if any of this subjects make you uncomfortable, feel free to check my masterlist for other writings.
*Posted: September 23rd, 2021.
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Y/N felt her conscience slowly coming back, blinking her eyes open and closing them again at the throb on the back of her head. She groaned at the stiffness of her muscles as she tried to apply some pressure on the sore area, and tried to sit up straighter. As soon as she was able to open her eyes and for them to adjust to the darkness, she swept her gaze around the room, trying to identify any differences from the last time she was awake. She was quick to notice Tommy sitting, now conscious, agains the wall he was tied to, watching him stare as a random spot on the floor.
She sighed in relief before calling his name softly, her voice hoarse from the lack of use and lubrications from water, her throat burning at it “Tommy, you okay?” she was only able to notice the black eye, that was on his face ever since she found him on that basw, was getting darker due to the normal process of inflammation and healing.
His head snapped up in her direction and relief flooding his senses was palpable “Oh my God, you’re okay, holy shit” making her chuckle at his surprised tone.
“Yeah, I’m okay, are you hurt? Did they hurt you?” she asked trying to identify any important wounds as he shook his head “did anyone come here to talk to you?”
“No, but someone came to check on you” he replied and she nodded.
“Did I took long to wake up?”
Tom shook his head “I mean, I was also unconscious, but ever since I was up, maybe an hour or two, it’s hard to be 100% sure in here” he confessed and she nodded in reply “we’re you up before?”
“Yes, Geonoff came to talk to me a while ago, he got pissed at me and knocked me out again” she said with a shrug as Tom’s eyes widened at that.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I should’ve never come to this mission, I only fucked things up and you’re in danger because of me, I’m so sorry” Tommy started rambling and begging for forgiveness.
But before he could take things too far, Y/N gave a brisk shake of her head, which she regretted almost instantly as the pain returned stronger, making her wince.
“It’s not your fault, he already knew, and it’s okay, everyone makes mistakes, I can’t count how many times I had to save Raul’s ass and it’s okay, it’s our job” she said watching his shoulders slump even more.
“He’ll never forgive me for getting you involved in this, if we even get out of here, but I promise I’ll do everything I can to get you out of here safe” Tommy promised in a rush.
Y/N’s eyes softened at that small confession “Tommy, he doesn’t blame you, he never could”
“How can you be so sure?” he asked, his voice small and a little broken.
“Because I know Raul better than anyone” she said gently, giving him the best reassuring smile she could manage “you’re a lot more valuable than you think, kid, ‘sides, you’re in our family now, and Raul would never let me die when I’m clearly winning out little bet, he’s coming for us, both of us”
Tommy nodded his head still a bit discredited, before a curious gaze replaced partially the worry frown on his face “what bet?”
She smiled at the memory of their first year on the company “Raul and I have been friends since our childhood, right?” and Tommy nodded at that “and ever since our first training I was a great shooter, and Raul the ever cocky thing he is, decided to bet he was better at it than me, so we placed a bet, every time we hit a target we earned a point, and we’ve been scoring ever since, and I’m winning”
Tommy laughed shaking his head “of course you are”
“He’ll come for us, don’t worry about it, we just have to find a way to get out of here in case they take too long to figure out where we are” she said with a sigh.
“Well, I think I noticed a pattern on the people on this floor” he said with a shrug and she smiled at him.
“I’m listening”
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“Raul, you should probably take a nap and relax for a while, man” Jack said as he watched his friend running his hands through his curls, his shoulders slumped and posture visibly tense.
“I need to get them out of there, and to do that, we need to know where they might have been taken” he said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes before looking up and Peter and Janet, that were both staring at him with soft and worried eyes.
Celine was the first to speak after a couple moments of silence “okay, let’s try one more time, and then you’ll rest for at least thirty minutes, deal? We’re here for at least four hours, Mendes”
“Okay, fine” Raul conceded with another sigh as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table in front of him.
Celine wasn’t lying and he understood his coworkers worries, he knew they’re all trying their best to get Y/N and Thomas back, but he still felt like he needed to do everything he could to help everyone. They’re locked in a small room, with a single computer as he went on and on, listing every single place they saw him going or coming from for the past weeks, Celine and Jack helping, Janet trying to add others they haven’t mentioned and Peter typing down and trying to track activities.
But they’re weren’t able to come up with anything.
They’ve been sitting around a small wooden table taking notes, Peter’s fingers flying over the keyboard, as Celine sat on the corner of the room on top of a counter and Jack paced around. Janet, despite the clear distress in her eyes seemed the most composed one, while Raul was a mess.
Everyone was visibly drained and needing a break, but Raul was going to try at least one more time before giving in and taking some time to rest. So he started again, listing on chronological order all the places, from his work to the gym Geonoff went, he told Peter again, but nothing knew came, and he stated the last one with an annoyed huff.
“Anywhere else? Maybe an accidental meeting or something when you weren’t on the job?” Peter suggested and everyone shook their head.
Jack groaned rubbing his temples “that rat is smarter than he should be, that gross son of a bitch gets away with everything, even when he tried flirting with Y/N in front of Raul and you didn’t lose your mind, when I did that as a joke you almost punched me”
“Geonoff was hitting on Y/N?” Janet asked with an arched brow, to which Raul nodded silently.
Celine rolled her eyes before adding “he was kind of obsessed with her, he even talked about her when she wasn’t anywhere near him, we were lucky he wasn’t a stalker, probably thanks to Raul”
“How do you know he wasn’t a stalker?” Jack questioned turning to Celine.
With a shrug she answered simply “because he never showed up whenever they’re just hanging out at random places around town or at her building”
And that’s when it clicked. Raul snapped his eyes that were previously focused on a tiny spot on the floor to Celine.
“That’s not true” he was quick to say “when we were on our day off, I took her out to dinner close to the docks”
“That date night thing?” Jack asked and Raul nodded “and he was there?!”
“No, we went there to a nice restaurant, and as we were done, we went to a shop next door for ice cream, and as we were having it outside, talking by the water, he came out of a boat with a couple of men and came to us”
“A boat?” Janet asked with wide eyes.
“Yeah, I’m not saying he was following us, but I don’t remember any boat activities being tracked, maybe she’s at his boat or something” Raul guessed but Janet shook her head.
“My grandfather had a boat hangar thing on the other side of down and a marina on the docks where you went with her, I’m almost sure it got closed down when my grandfather passed, but maybe he never sold it and it’s still there, just empty and slipping out of our radar” Janet suggested almost cheerfully.
“Peter?” Celine asked.
“On it” he mumbled, eyes glued to the screen in front of him “do you remember the number of the storage?”
“Twenty seven” Janet replied quickly.
Raul’s heart was almost beating out of his chest, waiting for his brother’s analysis in silence among the others. Peter’s eyes never left the screen as he checked for any sign of suspicious movement or even the image Geonoff himself around the area.
“Are you one hundred percent sure it’s deactivated?” Peter asked turning to their boss with a frown on his features, to which Janet nodded “well, then this might be the place”
“What?!” Jack squealed.
“I can’t prove anything or be too sure with what I found, we’d need to watch the area a bit better, cause the movement is almost insignificant, but is there, here, look at this” Peter pointed at his screen “this person is walking by, right? He was supposed to come from here” he said switching cameras “but he didn’t show up on the other side, which is weird”
Janet was on her feet in a second, leaving the room quickly, her voice echoing down the hall as she ordered the other agents to investigate every millimeter around the hangar they just found and report immediately at any suspicious movement and/ or man around the area for the past 48 hours.
Celine squeezed Raul’s shoulder, making him look up at her “we’re gonna get them back” he was able to give her a small smile with a nod “now let’s rest for a couple of minutes, at least until these computer nerds find something worth invading and breaking, which is what we’re good at, yeah?”
“Hey!” Peter interrupted without looking up at them.
Celine chuckled at him “nothing gainer you guys, you’re cute even, we’re the dumb brute ones around here” she said with a wink, making Peter’s face tint pink, making Raul and Jack laugh.
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In less than three hours they were able to find enough movement around the storage from Janet’s family for it to be suspicious enough and be enough evidence that Geonoff might have kept Y/N and Thomas in there somewhere, probably in the lower level. So in that time they’re able to come up with a tactical force to extract them both, and another team to wait for a signal so they could invade and find as many Reyes’ men they could to arrest, and maybe Geonoff himself.
Raul would be leading the small team, mostly Celine, Jack and two other experienced agents, to retrieve their coworkers and send the signal as soon as they’re found and armed to leave. While that happened, Janet would be waiting to lead another larger team, with agents that had just arrived with that purpose. Peter would be replacing Y/N this time to guide them inside better and coordinate the arrests with local and national authorities as well.
Raul was unable to rest properly, but was forced by his friends to at least lay down for half an hour so he could at least relax the tiniest bit possible under those circumstances.
But as soon as Peter informed there was enough reason for them to invade, he was up on his feet, already helping plan every movement the team would make and offering himself to do whatever they needed to get this done. Soon enough he was in his tactical gear, weapons strapped to his chest and an earpiece securely in place.
The initial jitter he felt ok the beginning of this mission was gone, now the reason for his bouncing leg, nervous tugging on his curls and generally agitated state was for a completely different reason. Raul just needed to mae sure Y/N and Tommy were okay. Not because he was in love with her or saw himself as some sort of protective figure in Thomas’ life. Of course that counted, but the main reason was that he felt insanely guilty for abandoning his teammates when he was the captain, he should’ve never done that. It was his job to get them back into safety and he failed. Both of them.
And he knew Y/N would be scowling at him if she was around, listening to him whine about how bad of a captain he was, she would’ve poked him in the chest telling him to “shut up and stop acting like a baby, ‘cause he did the right thing and that’s all that matter, that he couldn’t control everything and it was part of the job”, or something like that. He needed his best friend back.
So they hoped on a van and we’re taken to the place, stopping a couple of blocks before arriving so they’d be less likely identified before entering the building. Peter guiding them through coms so they could be caught in any surveillance cameras, since Geonoff’s men could be using them to watch for anyone that could possibly want to invade. And with not so much effort, they’re able to climb in through a small window on the back, unnoticed until that moment, as they searched quickly around before moving forward for the investigation.
“The basement is two floors down” Peter’s voice ringed in Raul’s ear.
And despite the news he felt of reaching Y/N as fast as he possibly could, he led his team as carefully as he could, avoiding every movement that indicated there was some close by on watch. After a couple of moments they hit the bottom floor, searching quickly inside the few rooms around, but being met with only darkness and silence. No sign of them. No sound, no source of light or anything, not even guards around.
Raul looked back at Celine, who looked a lot more distressed than he was used to seeing, as he gestured at the last room around, Jack quickly approaching and trying to break the lock, but only to take a step back with a confused frown on his face. And before they could ask him what was going on, Jack only pushed the heavy door open, hun in hand as he stepped inside. Raul and Celine shared a look before following him.
The room was almost pitch black, their flashlights making the silver of chains shine as they flashed on then. Raul approached the wall, seeing both pairs tossed around and poorly opened, seeing clear signs of struggle near them and small droplets of fairly fresh blood on the floor, making his stomach sink. They’re there, not long ago, but they’re nowhere to be found and Peter didn’t catch them on any cameras inside and out the hangar.
Celine let out a tiny gasp as realization hit her, Jack being quick to grab her arm “don’t jump into any conclusions, we have no clue of what happened in here and no evidence of the worst either”
“What is there to miss, Jack?!” she asked in a hushed tone, pulling her arm back and keeping it close to his chest.
Jack sighed as he walked to Raul “hey dude, we gotta keep going, if we stay here for too long they’ll find us and this won’t help Y/N’s case at all, we can keep on looking”
Raul shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around it, but before he could say or do anything stupid, Peter’s voice sounded in his ear “Geonoff is on the second floor! Everyone needs to go now!” but he couldn’t move a single muscle.
“Come on, guys” Jack was quick to call, tapping Raul lightly on the shoulder and moving to the door, but as soon as he realized his friends weren’t behind him, he turned back to find them placed exactly where they were “guys?”
Nor Raul neither Celine answered. She kept her wild gaze on Raul’s face, as if she was waiting for his orders to follow, and he was pretty sure that if, in that moment, he asked her to unleash her anger on anyone standing in front of them, she would without questioning. But he knew they had to keep moving, he couldn’t put their lives at risk as well, so he shook his head.
“Come on” he said abruptly and Celine nodding and turning to follow Jack into the narrow corridor again, moving in the direction of the stairs.
But as they’re approaching the stairs, they heard the sounds of boots thumping against the steps moving in their direction, and he knew those weren’t their agents, those were probably the enemy, coming into a small space where they’re clearly outnumbered and had no place to run to or hide.
“Raul, you guys need to get out of there, there are over seven man approaching you and you can’t draw too much attention or Geonoff’s gonna flea” Peter called through his ear piece and he knew, he agreed, but he didn’t have much to do, but he nodded either way.
He signaled for Celine and Jack to get ready and squeeze as hard as they could against a wall to try and hide as best as they could behind a locker so they’d at least have the element of surprise in case of an attack. And as he heard the low voices in hushed tones of men approaching, he uncollected the safety and nodded to Jack and Celine to prepare. Raul took a deep breath and waited for the first shadow to appear by his feet, but it never came.
Instead he heard several hard thuds, grunts and the sound of bodies falling to the floor before anyone could complain. The three of them stood there hidden with wide eyes, not knowing what to do, since they had no clue what had happened and were still apparently flying under the radar. And before he could come up with any crazy idea to get them out of that situation, he heard a heavenly sound of a soft giggle.
Raul’s eyes widened as his heart threatened to beat out of his chest and burst into a million pieces at the same time, his legs almost giving out. But at the sound of her sweet voice, he almost fell down to his knees, leaving his partially hidden spot only to be met with Y/N and Tommy standing a couple of feet away from him with a triumphant smile on her lips, the seven men lying unconscious by her feet. He swears he died and was in heaven. The thought quickly pushed aside as he heard Celine and Jack’s shocked gasps at the sight in front of him.
“Took you guys long enough” she said with a shrug and they kept staring at them in shock “what?”
“How did-” Celine started but cut herself off still in shock.
But before Y/N could answer, Raul took three long strides avoiding stepping on anyone and pulling her into his arms tightly, feeling finally at peace as he felt her body molding to his in their embrace.
Y/N let out the tiniest giggle, before pressing a kiss to his hair “it’s a long story I’ll tell you guys later, now we have to go” she added tapping Raul on his shoulder, bringing him to look at her “by the way, you need to score three more points for me, I’m still winning out bet” she finished with a wink.
And in the first time in more than twenty four hours, Raul felt the weight living his shoulder as Tommy snorted next to her and he huffed out a small chuckle, squeezing the young man’s shoulder with a smirk on his lips, without letting go of his girl. Now all he needed to do was take that son of a bitch before heading home with his family.
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Congratulations for your 1000 followers! 🌟 I only discovered your blog now and I really liked the drabble you wrote with a MC who can't give a child to Nobunaga. But what if she could? Like how the Devil King would react when his beloved tells him she is pregnant or how is he acting during the pregnancy/labor? I would love to read something about this since I have a soft spot for Nobunaga too and I find this situation so sweet ❤️
Thank you for your support! I tried combining both suggestions. In case anyone was wondering, Kippoushi is Nobunaga's childhood name. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!
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Mai had always been aware of the changes in her body. Despite remaining in the Sengoku era, she had learned to keep track of her monthly cycles as they came and went. Except, one day, it didn't come on time. Her worry only grew as the days went by with no sign of blood in sight. She was sleeping more often than usual, and her lack of appetite was beginning to turn heads in her direction. It didn't surprise her that Nobunaga would want answers. She sat before him across his desk, her legs tucked beneath her with her hands folded neatly on her lap. While she sat serenely, Nobunaga fixed her with a hard stare and a frown that displayed his displeasure.
"What is going on with you? You refused to see Ieyasu today. Who else must I bring to check up on you?" Nobunaga inquired.
Mai sighed. "I do not need a doctor, Nobunaga."
He slammed his hands on the desk causing her to flinch. "You refuse to eat, you're constantly bed ridden, and you've been caught hurling on more than one occasion. If you aren't sick, then tell me what is wrong with you?"
Mai grimaced. She looked down weighing her options. Then again, Nobunaga had every right to know. She needed no medic to tell her what she knew already. She was a woman. She took a health course in school, and had many conversations on the topic with her mother when she was younger. Mai knew exactly what was going on with her. She stared back at Nobunaga's impassioned, carnelian gaze. Above all else, he was worried for her and her well-being.
Everything is going to be okay, she thought.
Mai cleared her throat, hooking a lock of hair behind her ear. "I guess I should just tell you."
"Tell me what, Mai?" Nobunaga pressed.
"I think I might be pregnant."
Mai couldn't recall if there ever was a time Nobunaga looked absolutely stupefied. Part of her wondered if she had broken the Devil of the Sixth Heaven, and she had a need to go over and poke him to make sure he was still with her. Mai didn't expect for Nobunaga to suddenly leap over his desk making her yelp in surprise. Just as she fell back, she was being yanked up and being pressed firmly into his chest.
"Nobunaga?" She squeaked out feeling his powerful arms wrap around her tightly.
"You're pregnant," he uttered in a shaky voice.
Mai gently held onto him, unmoving, listening as he choked back a sob. They remained holding onto each other for a while in the still night as the candle light cast a warm glow in the tenshu. There was no one to disturb them. This moment was theirs for as long as it needed to be. Nobunaga had ensured no one would interrupt them in their private moment. Mai was so thankful for his decision. Her own fortitude began to chip away as she felt him crumble in her arms.
Nobunaga pulled away from her blinking the obvious tears from his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I'm sorry. I wanted to be absolutely positive. If we were in the future, trust me, I'd be rushing to tell you."
"I see," Nobunaga murmured. He stared down at her abdomen finding no significant change despite wishing to see a swell against her clothes. "I suppose it is too soon to tell."
"I worry something could happen. That's why I stopped going out. I'm sorry about not eating much, though. There are days I can't stomach food. Which is why I've been looking into alternative recipes I'm hoping Masamune can help me make so that my stomach doesn't get too upset. I've always heard the first three months are the toughest, so if I get unbearable, please forgive me."
"You fool," Nobunaga laughed. He placed a hand on top of her head. "Scream. Cry. Get angry. You are free to do as you please. I will be here to take care of you every step of the way. No matter what it is that you want, I will give it to you. I will work hard so that you and our child are left without anything that you desire."
"I don't want to impose," Mai replied.
Nobunaga hooked an arm around her waist drawing her in. "I am at your will."
"Oh you," she murmured, reaching up to wipe away at the wet streaks on his cheeks. "Can we both agree that I'm unable to join you in battle, at least?"
"My lucky charm deserves her well earned rest. Stay healthy for our baby."
"I will also work hard to deliver our baby safely," Mai vowed.
Nobunaga tilted her head back a bit, leaning in as their mouths angled in a crooked kiss. Their nervousness, their fears, and their worries all melted away with just a single kiss. They held each other lovingly placing their hopes in the future for their new arrival. They would work hard to build the peaceful world they so desired for their child. Nobunaga and Mai couldn't wait to welcome their baby into the new age.
Nine months later, amidst careful planning and preparation, Azuchi Castle became abuzz with the arrival of the young master. Where the lady would usually be alone tended only by the midwife and two servants, Nobunaga never left Mai's side. He let her rest comfortably on his lap, her legs propped up by impromptu stirrups her ninja friend, Sasuke, had fashioned for her. It was a far cry from the commodities of the delivery rooms in the hospital, but with Nobunaga holding her hand and supporting her upper half, Mai had nothing to fear.
With the rise of a new day, Mai delivered a healthy baby boy. She slumped against Nobunaga as they watched their son wail and move about in the midwife's arms.
"Congratulations, my lord," the aging woman cried. "He's got a good set of lungs on 'im."
Tears flowed from Mai's eyes. "Thank goodness. My little Nobutada."
"Nobutada?" Nobunaga repeated.
"That's right. You must promise me that will be his name when he comes of age."
"What do you suggest we name him now?"
Mai hummed. "How about… Kippoushi."
"You silly woman," Nobunaga chuckled, brushing aside her matted hair.
"What? I think it's a cute name," Mai said with a wink.
"His name will be Nobutada," Nobunaga affirmed.
Mai giggled. Once their baby was cleaned and Mai taken care of, they were both left alone with their baby finally in Mai's arms. Mai was pleased to see a head full of black hair. She couldn't stop touching the baby soft hair styling each wisp into small curls.
"He looks just like you," she commented.
"Really? I think he took after you," Nobunaga said.
Mai smiled. "Maybe the both of us. I would like it if he grew up with the same open mind as you."
"I want him to have your nobility and sense of justice."
"Minus your hot temperedness."
"And your foolishness."
They both laughed. The baby stirred in Mai's arms and she was quick to rock him back to sleep. For such a small baby to come out of her, Mai was thankful she was able to deliver her first child safely. She wanted to shower her son and all her future children with so much love. She couldn't wait to get started. She looked back at Nobunaga meeting his own tender smile. They shared a quick kiss before returning their attention back to the baby.
Nobunaga reached over placing his hand on top of hers as it cradled their son's head. "Nobutada, how would you like to rule the world with your mother at my side?"
"Don't you think it's too early for that?" Mai asked.
"Not at all. As long as I always have you two, I know my ambition will come true," Nobunaga answered.
"Well then, you can count on me and our kids to always be there right where we belong."
Nobunaga kissed Mai's head. It wouldn't be an easy road, but their future was certain. With the arrival of a new day and new life, both Nobunaga and Mai knew that their dream would soon be a reality.
#ikemen sengoku#ikesen#nobunaga oda#mai mizusaki#fanfiction#1000 followers gift#agushaya#i dont think it posted the first time#sorry if there's a double post
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I'm remembering you nearly ten years ago and wondering how much my feelings are skewed, and how much yours might be too. You posted about love on your album blog and your deep dive into figuring out relationships and yourself, and maybe there's just nothing else to fixate on (same here). I am stable and happy, but also stagnant. I don't have anyone to write to.
I've been thinking of baby names and white dresses and sitting down to talk about life plans, which is frightening because the thing I've wanted since childhood could maybe happen--everything else would shut down, the wondering about what could have been with everyone else. I wouldn't be allowed to think about that anymore. But like with raising children, marriage is more messy and less romantic than it seems. When you're little, you think of a ceremony and flowers, and you're a little older and you think about texting under the table at the reception so your parents don't catch you being rude, and a little older still and you have a Pinterest board saved with your dresses and rings and party favors. And with your own parents, you think of them as having everything figured out because you can't bear to think of them as being two goofy kids 30 years ago, with bad perms and the beginnings of a receding hairline in wedding photos. You came out of that goofiness, and maybe in a different time that would be reassuring more than uncomfortable to picture.
Everyone rises to meet the challenge when asked of them. I would be able to make mental lists of what needs done and make those phone calls on behalf of an infant, and I would be able to stay awake during the day without taking naps that destroy my sense of time. I would see kids' movies and play "Wheels on the Bus" on repeat if I needed. I'd play with toys and read books every night if I could. But there is the sour side that would come out: the snapping, the crying from lack of sleep, the headaches or even migraines. My biggest fear would be that I could never take any of that back, that it would be over and done with and you've scared a child into fearing and resenting you for the rest of your life. That I would do something unforgiveable, however small.
You don't figure out the things that are different between your childhood until much, much later. Mom never asked how I was feeling, never talked without giving an instruction. And now that she shares emotions with me in my 20s, it's hard to forgive that. Dad told me life was meaningless and we are all just drifting through space on this blue planet, and it became hard to dream. Those mercurial moods with crossed arms and staring at the table one day, then laughter and activity the next. The teasing, teasing, teasing because there's no one else to pick on, not another sibling to bear the brunt of that for me. My hair is weird, my posture is weird, I argued wrong, I'm moody, people put up with me despite who I am, not because of it. I have to fight to believe none of those are true. You pick on your friends, not your child who has no platform to fight back. You don't verbally spar with a 12-year-old out of anything but boredom.
Anyway. Love. Savior complexes at 17, 22, 24. This inner world I felt like I shared with someone else, all of that. It existed outside of time; "I could do this forever," I maybe said to him—to you. It all came back to you. Love is very different now when you don't have to fight for it. It feels like a peach cupped in two hands, soft and sweet. It is not yearning or trembling at the closeness of baring it all, of waiting for that reply. That warmth felt different than anything else. It was different than sharing sweat in twin beds in college and losing all thought over the person you've just fucked. That was face-flushing love, intoxicating and stumbling. You didn't think, you just felt the effects of the drug and wanted to be nearer. It was the thinking you didn't do that made it much worse to let go of; that made the doubting and the processing and the convincing come to light once you were apart. It made you go back to what you knew, sexting at 2 a.m. in the guest bathroom downstairs with your words and camera angles.
Love is that peach that gives off a tender aroma, one you've smelled a thousand times in perfumes and mixed drinks but is just as surprisingly fragrant as the very first time.
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My Head Canon for Sherlock and Molly is a mixture of what Sir Doyle's stories tell us and the Moftiss version :
After Sherrinford, Sherlock returns to crime solving in 221B as a more mature, humbled man, better attuned to his and others emotions. He now understands and acknowledges the power of emotions and does not actively discount them as he used to before, but accepts them and most importantly respects them.
John and Rosie remain a huge presence in Sherlock's life. John retains his position as Sherlock's best friend and partner in crime solving. John continues to live in 221B for some time but as Rosie grows up and her safety becomes an issue, he shifts to another more homely location, and balances time between Rosie, his clinic and case solving.
The situation is now brought to the one that was canonically established in the Sherlock Holmes books, where in the later stories Dr. Watson would generally come to visit Baker Street and find Sherlock amidst an interesting case or would get a call from Sherlock for help in a certain case. The original stories mostly start off from this point. However since we have Rosie to consider as well I am guessing John's involvement is lesser. In the original books too there were times when Holmes solved entire cases and only then told Watson how they happened or would mostly do the legwork himself. Adhering to that in this version Rosie and the clinic are the factors for John's lesser involvement, though it is only relatively lesser as John really can't stay away that much.
Sherlock's relationship with Molly is however not this simple. It is complex on various levels. After Sherrinford, Sherlock does explain everything to Molly, and it is a moment between them that neither can I describe nor can they both themselves as to give complete justification. What words are exchanged, what is said is between them is not known, but there is an assurance that Molly being Molly does forgive him. She has always seen right through him and even now can see his pain, his remorse, his vulnerability which shines through stating the deep emotional trauma that he has suffered. He doesn't tell her whether he meant that I love you or not. Neither does she mention it again. But John, Mrs Hudson and even Lestrade if ever asked about it will certainly tell you that something had started to change around that point of time. No Sherlock and Molly are however not in a relationship. But when Molly's other friends and colleagues try to set her up with dates, Molly's doesn't really seem interested. They chastise her for not trying and soon give up one by one, though there are some close friends who know the actual reason and don't say anything, merely shake their heads and go away. Once a relative of Molly's asks her that doesn't she want to have children of her own? To which she replies that she already does have a child.
Molly's description of that relative's face on her answer keeps John and Sherlock laughing all night when she tells them. She has come at that time for dinner as she sometimes does with them. Both John and Sherlock look at her fondly as she makes some more bad jokes and plays with Rosie. Eventually though John goes home as its Rosie's bedtime and Sherlock and Molly are left alone. He suggests a walk and she agrees. They walk around in the quiet of the London night, not saying much, but as hands brush and soft smiles are exchanged a lot more is said then words could express.
Life goes on at 221B, John eventually finds another woman, and proceeds to settle down again. His involvement becomes lesser now though and updates from 221B aren't that regular. However one day he gets a shocking message that Mrs. Hudson is very ill. He rushes to Baker Street along with Rosie and his wife. Sherlock looks a bit haggard, and for the first time John's new wife sees some emotion on Sherlock's face. John's always told her that he is a deeply emotional man and while she has not doubted his affection for Rosie, she hasn't seen him anything other than stoic and practical in the time she has known him.
Molly comes in moments later, hand in hand with another man, and Mrs. Watson can swear that this time she can feel a palpable change in the air. A tension that was not there before even with the sadness about Mrs. Hudson's situation has suddenly seeped in.
She may not be perceptive like Sherlock but she knows in the way that Molly and Sherlock avoid looking at each other and how Molly has not paid much attention to her boyfriend while she has been in the house that there is something here.
Later she asks about this to John who says that he himself doesn't understand it much and that they are not what you could call a couple, nor are they exes and he also doesn't know what exactly does Sherlock feel for her.
"He doesn't love like us and I can't always understand him or what he is exactly feeling. But know this, that Molly can, she is vital to him and while Sherlock can deduce the whole world to the T, the only person who can deduce him back is Molly. However Sherlock and Molly are an unsolvable case which I gave up ages ago". The topic is halted as the Watsons go to sleep too tired and drained to try to make sense of what they saw today.
Mrs. Hudson's death follows a few days later from this event and after the funeral the new Mrs. Watson again observes Sherlock and Molly. Again she sees the rare occasion of Sherlock showing emotion and as her heart wrenches a bit for the man who looks like he has lost a long battle, her gaze shifts to Molly who has incidentally come alone and not left Sherlock's side. Her hand on his arm the whole time, him slightly leaning into her as he addresses the guests that have come.
Mrs. Watson files that image away for later analysis. But the evidence and sources for these two people to clearly define whatever is going on between them is so confusing and so rare that soon, she like her husband comes to discover as to why its an 'unsolvable case' and gives up as well, eventually just accepting Sherlock and Molly as they are.
Rosie on the other hand suffers no such problem as her parents and when asked quite happily tells them about her Godfather and Godmother and how they are in fact a couple. She is the Watson who sees and observes; perceptive like her Mother she sees what others miss and hence is the only one not surprised when, a few years later as she is going off to college she hears that Uncle Sherlock who had shifted just last year to Sussex Downs, to pursue his passion for beekeeping has now been joined by Aunt Molly, who has given her resignation from Bart's and sold her flat.
Sherlock and Molly never married. They did not appear to be a couple to anyone and no one apart from Sherlock's closest and nearest circle of people knew about the relationship that they shared.
As Sherlock Holmes became a legend immortalized through Dr. Watson's blogs, now talked about in past tense, no one ever associated the name of Molly Hooper with him. She wasn't ever mentioned in the blogs and not seen with him often enough by the press who came to the conclusion that she was just a colleague. Hence the stories, movies and series that were inspired from it later never acknowledged her.
It only had once come to the attention of Molly, Rosie's grandchild who had scoffed while watching a movie about the great Holmes and his supposed private life thinking that if only they had observed the subtle hints in her great grandfather's old blog and not merely skimmed through, they could have known better about the actual private life of Sherlock Holmes. For though she hadn't ever met Sherlock Holmes, she knew his stories well. Her grandmother had read the blogs to her in her childhood and had filled in a lot of blanks about Holmes life that Dr.John Watson had deliberately left in his writing as a tribute to a certain pathologist. However she had most of all remembered a photo of him which had been in her grandmother's old touchscreen cell phone. Seriously who even used touchscreen anymore?! The photo had been of the said detective smiling down with all the love in his eyes at a woman with brown hair tied in a ponytail, flecks of grey here and there, a wrinkled face but sparkly brown eyes that crinkled as she smiled back at him with her arms around him. Molly had wished that someone looked at her as Sherlock Holmes had once looked at her namesake.
Sherlock and Molly's tale was one which was forgotten through time, kept away from the world; in the beginning by Mycroft Holmes' zealous efforts to keep that part of Sherlock's life well hidden and then eventually through the natural course of fading memory. For Mycroft, the fear of old enemies discovering about Molly and using her in some unscrupulous manner was unacceptable. He had seen how vulnerable a pressure point Molly was to Sherlock and he never wanted to see his brother go through the anguish and pain he had witnessed in the room with the coffin again.
Hence while throughout history Sherlock Holmes' name was taken with a lot of people, primarily with Doctor Watson, his best friend, confidante and blogger; Irene Adler and James Moriarty his rivals and enemies, both great in their own regard; Mrs. Hudson his landlady and not his housekeeper; Lestrade his first colleague and friend and even with Rosie who never stopped boasting about the fact that he was her Godfather, his name was never ever taken with the one person that mattered the most.
Molly Hooper.
#sherlock#sherlolly#molly hooper#sherlock i love you scene#sherlock holmes#headcanon#feels#mollock#molly#tfp#ilyanniversary2018#random#long reads#louise brealey
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A Really Important Chapter
CaraBanned:
So let's see...how did the last dream end? With Kysme jokingly saying "that totally makes me wanna kiss you" and Liyah just going "Well, why haven't you?" not so jokingly...
I assume there wouldn't be a real action taken right now? Instead, Aaliyah just...turns her head back towards the sky, silently. "I kind of mean it, Kysme. Why haven't you kissed me yet?" And there was silence, or at least a certain type of white noise in which you know somebody is talking, but the words fall on deaf ears. (I imagine Kysme replies dumbly, "What do you mean", or a variation of that)
" Actually, no, I have a better question- do you think there could ever be anything between us? I don't mean anything casual or like friends with benefits sort of shit. Could you see us being more than friends, the meaningful way?" No white noise, only silence. Aaliyah probably huffs, her face feeling kind of hot on account of being embarrassed. She shouldn't have brought this up, but oh well, it's already up. She might as well continue. So she does. "You don't gotta lie to me or anything, coddle my feelings or some shit. I just wanna know! And I'm not trying to force anything on you, because I don't really know how I feel about you either. I know that I care about you at least, and sometimes i mix feelings up within myself. I just want things to be clear. So..." She'd blow a strand of hair out of her face with a sigh. "Yeah."
There, she said it. Now all she has to do is wait.(edited)
And that's when things got unclear because how the fuck am i supposed to figure out meaningful dialogue for kysme by myself-
Memphis-Rex:
My girl.
//Clutches chest
CaraBanned:
LMAO MEMPHIS
Memphis-Rex:
SHE JUST LAID IT OUT STRAIGHT AND BARE IN ONE SHOT.
The bravery-
CaraBanned:
GOD YEAH tbh I think the whole journey of this dreamscape just...came from that talk a long time ago? Me asking you if you think that kysme could toy with the fact that the two could be something more? (Rightly named in the blog "something more") basically just liyah putting her heart out on her sleeve all vulnerable and what not and trusting kysme to be serious with her for a second.
if only I could be like that in real life tho, shitttt
Memphis-Rex:
I feel serious Kysme would be silent a lot since he's actually taking time to chew over his words before spitting them out. So yeah those silences are something-
CaraBanned:
Oh gosh, glad that was right on the mark then. Don't take too long though, Kysme. Liyah might start feeling real silly, getting up and trying to brush it off like
Memphis-Rex :
And hmmmm. I feel like he might counter with a question first. After a tense moment he relaxes back into the grass, staring at the sky as well. "I don't know. I don't usually feel this way about people either. Am I even worth a genuine effort at something more? I fuck up so easily."
In that brief moment his tough guy persona slips aside, and you can see his own insecurity of losing things he cares about and his fears of being emotional.
Maybe, for once, his voice sounds gentle.
Kysme is fully aware of how shitty he can be. Sometimes he can't help it. In a way, he doesn't want to be the one who hurts her.
Would he be able to forgive himself for such a thing.
CaraBanned:
Oh, hey Memphis?
Fuck you???
This hurts more than it should?? Vunerable Kysme????ouch???
Lmao you can sleep now though if needed, you'll be rewarded a nice piece of HC. Thank you for your efforts.
CaraBanned:
His response would make liyah do a double take-turning her head to watch him again, her face obviously surprised by his change of tone. Wow. Just wow. Imagine her mouth opening to form words, though not being able to really say anything at first. Just studying his face.
"You're worth it."
Not a general, safe, 'everyone is worth it', or a shrug and wishy-washy kind of deliverance. It would be said with a quiet kind of conviction, like she actually means it. Because she does. And she smiles a bit at that, fondly. "Trust me, Kysme. I've been through the ringer a couple times with this kind of shit. Fucking up comes with the playing field- don't be so hard on yourself."
And I can see her doing something sweet, like reaching out and grabbing a hold of kysme's hand, gently so. Something to know that she's there, that she hears him. "But someone else's words probably mean nothing when your mind is convinced. Maybe you have to convince yourself that youre worth it, yeah?" She'd sigh, still her hand on top of his, a comfortable sort of silence.
Memphis-Rex:
There's gonna be a pause as he relishes the sensation of her hands on his. You know with how often he takes her hand jokingly to stare at its glistening surface, it's probably the first time she held his hand of her own accord. He'd bite his lip, say something like "I'll work on it." Another moment. Then, a careful movement as to not crush the arm that was previously holding his hand, he rolls over to lie on his side, closer to her, propping himself up on one elbow. There's this intense look in his candy colored eyes as he gazes down upon her face, and this time he doesn't hide it (recap-- the time he'd get distracted looking at her while she talks about movies). He's just taking it all in, up close, straightforwardly. "...But we can change one thing first." He says, referring to the earlier question of why he hasn't kissed her yet. And---
(ok if Aaliyah isn't down with this we can always change it XD)(edited)
Memphis-Rex:
Pt. 2--- Hypothetically speaking, if they do indeed get together, I feel nothing too much will change about their dynamics? They still have their silly banters and teasing, but finally they're not repressing their feelings so it feels more..liberating? To show some act of affection.
And I'm not saying Kysme becomes perfect boyfriend material immediately. He still makes her eyes roll to the sky with his stupidity. ("Shit, he's the biggest dumbass in the world but he's my dumbass" suddenly crosses my mind)
But there are some subtle changes in the way he acts now.(edited)
Is she going to feel bothered by his habit of occasionally sleeping with strangers (seeing her past with another pretty boy cough cough)? Cause I think the amount of times he fools around will dwindle if he's in a relationship but habits/hobbies die hard...He would try to be transparent about the matter though.
CaraBanned:
(I FUCKING FELL ALSEEP WAITING FOR THIS. GOD. FUCKING. DAMNIT.)
(First of all aaliyah is down yes of course the fuck you think memphis //still reading/)
Memphis-Rex:
(HAHAHA)
(And you woke up?! Now?!)
(also doesn't hurt to double check lel)
CaraBanned:
(LOL my body must have realized that I was missing straight up PERFECT QUALITY HCING)
(And true! Okay hold on while I respond something good.)
Oh gosh, your respond to the HC kind of like, feels like the perfect end already, but I will add on one thing to it- the idea of Aaliyah's heart thumping faster and faster as she realizes what exactly kysme is about to do. A loud thump, thump, thump pounding against her ears. Her eyes growing wider and her heart jumping at her throat, because holy shit...is he really gonna do it? Is he really going to do it? and when he does do it, its like something clicks in place with her head. Something nice and tender and a little scary. She'd close her eyes and sink into the kiss almost immediately, moving her hands up to cup his cheeks and hoping to god that that burning sensation comes soon- it would be safe to assume that she herself has been guilty of wondering how it would feel on her lips, sue her. (If it does come soon then she's probably left breathless and panting and if kysme asks if she needs a second she just goes "Fuck no." She was waiting for this kiss, even if she didnt think she was ever going to get it. (stay tuned for pt.2)
And I was gonna say that too, tbh! Like...they didn't need much to shift at all- theyve always been pretty comfy with each other and to the outside viewer it probably doesnt look like anything at all has changed unless they spot some nuances (like couch hand holding, aaliyah not complaining when the guy touches her, even if he grabs her by the waist or something, her sitting on his lap while watching a movie, etc) It just kind of...comes naturally. Liberating, as you say. Just...everything is right for once. (Also don't mind me but I totally wouldn't mind if this became non-hypothetical, if ya know what I mean, hueh hueh. //rubs my grubby raccoon hands together/).
The stupidity becomes endearing in a way, exactly as you say ("my big pink dumbass").
No, I don't think she's going to be bothered by it if he's honest about it (and as long as he saves his sweetest parts for her, you know? Like don't go confiding in strangers when you have a perfectly good girlfriend here to cuddle with.) The issue that destroyed her and Samael's relationship, besides the politics, was the lying to cover the hookups and the using and emotional abuse. It wasn't the fact that Sam was sleeping around, its the fact that she was the last to know, usually through other people. And what a shitty feeling is that. So even if he still has trouble with the deep conversation portion or the relationship, as long as he isn't lying to her face on petty shit, she wont make a big deal about it. Maybe even jokes about it when he tells her. ("Oh, cool. So is that the one you were talking about organizing the threesome with?") And that is to say that although she herself isn't someone to sleep around, I could see her branching out herself, once or twice. Lol (also speaking of which if we are going down this road she 'll likely tell him about that whole relationship fiasco, get ready for that can of worms kysme)
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