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[polyhexian]

JABBERWOCKY

[highdramas]

hey bae!! can i pls request a fluffy steve harrington imagine, s3/s4 er’s with the fake dating friends to lovers trope? ty!!

eeeee i loved this!!! i drew some inspo from to all the boys i've loved before <3 love a shy reader moment!!! thank you for sending and i hope you enjoy [wc: 3249.] <3

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you don't know how the letters got out. how the hell would the letters have gotten out?

you're going through things to get rid of in preparation of going to college-- sure, you were just going to school in indianapolis, but it was better than staying this hell hole of a town even one second longer-- but the hatbox was gone. no, not gone. worse. it was empty.

the expletive you let out has your father screaming from down the hall. "what did i say about language?!"

"sorry!" you squeak as you continue to throw clothes over your shoulders, furrowed brows. "no, no, no..." you groan and cover your face with your hands. this is cruel. god is a cruel, petty thing, you decide.

haven't you been good? you volunteer at the humane society. you never got detention in high school. you'd never stolen anything. you liked to think that you were a good person-- quiet, maybe. introverted, definitely. shy more than anything. and, well, that's how you got into this debacle in the first place.

a hopeless romantic by nature, you could never fathom truly confessing to the loves of your lives. especially considering all of those loves definitely did not feel the same way towards you. i mean-- was king steve going to have a crush on you? no way. which was why it was easy to write your love confession on the page, seal it up, address, stamp, and all-- and place it in the hatbox to never be seen again.

until now.

"honey--" you hear your mother call from downstairs. "someone's asking for you on the phone."

"who?!" you yell back, gripping the banister.

"steve harrington."

your blood goes cold.

you would take ten extra volunteer shifts at the humane society if it meant that all of this would go away.

you shuffle downstairs and take the phone from your mom, leaning against the wall, glancing from right to left as if he was really there with you. "hello?"

"and his hair-- he has the most gorgeous hair i've ever seen. i want to run my hands through it and--"

"STOP!" you run your hand over your face and squeeze your eyes shut. "oh my god, literally, please--"

"oh, c'mon. i'm giving you shit. you know, this whole letter is really sweet. you're a good writer. and sending right before you go off to college? bold move. i respect it." steve's voice has the warmth of a smile embedded into it. you can picture him on the other line, the crisp strawberry stationary in his big hand.

you don't know why you had picked strawberries for steve. it seemed fitting at the time.

breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, you say slowly, "that wasn't meant to get to you. and, for the record, that was written, like, three years ago."

"wow. you wound me. well, either way, really boosted my ego. i figured i would come by and thank you in person. you live off church street, right? the little green house?"

stammering, you can barely get a word out before he says, "okay, cool, i thought so. see you in ten."

and he hangs up on you. just like that.

it reminds you exactly why your crush on king steve went away in the first place.

--

steve makes it to your house in eight minutes. he comes right up to the door and knocks, and when you open it, frantic and frazzled and with your sweater on backwards, he looks you up and down.

"your tag's sticking out." he tucks it back in for you. "and... it's backwards."

"i realize that now."

"great."

for a moment you're just staring at one another. then steve cracks a smile. "c'mon. can i get you, like, a milkshake or something? you look a little shaky, some sugar would probably--"

but everything goes silent. because approaching your door behind steve is ryan stewart, holding a letter of his own.

"fuck," you hiss under your breath, eyes darting to steve.

"woah, she curses! cool. i always thought you were super uptight, you know--" his words are cut off when you take him by the face and bring him to you, your lips crashing against his. it's slightly awkward; you're mostly kissing his top lip and your noses are crushed together a bit. but his hand finds a home on your waist and you feel his fingertips grip into your skin slightly. when you pull away, you can feel the fire on your face. and when you look over steve's shoulder at ryan, you feel a sick sort of triumph.

"milkshakes sound great, steve," you say the words loud enough for ryan to hear and you wrap your arm around his, calling over your shoulders to your parents that you'll be back soon. the look on steve's face is nothing short of befuddled, but when he turns around and sees ryan stewart standing there with a letter in hand, something seems to click into place.

he shifts your position from an awkward arm lock to a natural draping of his arm across your shoulder. he offers ryan a smile that says-- hey, can i help you? "hey, stewart," he says, nodding his head at him as he walks by.

ryan opens his mouth to say something but steve has already shuffled you into his car. he even opened the door for you. by the time the two of you are inside and steve is driving away, ryan has barely turned in his spot.

silence fills the car. you touch your bottom lip and you feel steve's eyes on you. "well," he begins. "your technique could use some work, but not a bad kiss, all things considered."

dumbfounded where you sit, you slowly glance over at him to see him wearing the biggest smirk imaginable.

and some of your lipstick.

you groan and cover your face with your hands, a muffled, "i'm sorry." getting out. barely. all you can hear is his laughter and when you drop your hands, you can't help but admire just how pretty he looks when he's laughing.

"you don't have anything to be sorry for. a pretty girl kissed me? wow, what a hardship." steve looks over at you. "i'm more curious as to what ryan stewart did to make you kiss me like that."

crossing your arms over your chest, you look out the window. "okay, well-- remember when i told you about the letters?" he nods his head. "well, like i said, you're not the only one who got one. you, ryan, eddie munson, and a boy from summer camp when i was twelve. instead of risking embarrassment and putting my feelings out there, i wrote the letters. and i always felt better when i did."

steve is quiet for a moment before he says, "that's sorta sad, and doesn't answer my question, really."

you roll your eyes and continue. "well, ryan's letter was different than the other ones. it was... a heartbreak letter. ryan and i had dated for six months last year but wanted to keep it a secret. from everyone. and then he ended things with me and got with someone else. prom king and queen." your head falls back against the headrest. "so i wrote how i felt. just like i always do. and you know what? you getting your letter, fine. eddie? he'll be nice about it. the boy from summer camp? who knows if he even got his. but that letter getting out..." you shrug, feeling meek in all the worst ways. "i didn't want him to feel sorry for me. or think that i'm sad and hung up over him, because i'm not. and you were... right there. and i wanted him to see that someone else would kiss me. in public." you press your lips together. "i realize that also sounds sad."

"it does, but not because of you. it sounds sad because ryan is a total dickhead." steve pulls into the parking lot of the diner and he turns and looks at you. "i think i have an idea."

--

"this'll never work."

"it'll absolutely work," steve says with a grin. "it'll make ryan jealous as hell, and remind girls what they're missing when they're not going out with me. i mean, it's basically foolproof. and at the end we go our separate ways with no ill will for one another. c'mon-- give credit where credit is due."

you slide your milkshake closer to yourself and take a long sip. "well, how long do we do this for?"

"you're moving away in three months for school. that seems like a good chunk of time, don't you think?" steve leans forward on his forearms. "look, i know i say a lot, but you don't have to do this if you don't want to. it was just... an idea." he shrugs and you don't know if you've ever seen steve so... sheepish before.

"no. no. it's... it's a good idea, unfortunately." you pause. "but there's going to need to be rules!"

"rules! rules, we can do rules. easy. what rules are you thinking?"

"well... how much time are we going to spend together? how much will we kiss? we're gonna have to go out in order for people to see about us and hear about us, so where are we gonna go? what about--"

steve's hand reaches out and covers yours. it's warm, and calloused slightly. like he's a star baseball player. "we'll figure all of that out. i promise." his thumb swipes across your skin. "contrary to popular belief, i do know how to date someone. how to make someone feel... special." he peers at you. "i can do that stuff for you, too. you know--" he clears his throat. "to make it all more believable."

breathless, you nod your head. "yeah," you smile. "believable."

--

you and steve harrington were the absolute talk of hawkins, indiana. one month into this... experiment and everyone had an opinion, everyone had a comment. even the kiss in front of ryan had become public knowledge. ryan told one person, one told another person, who told five people... and suddenly, after feeling mostly invisible through your high school career, you feel very visible. almost uncomfortably so.

but steve is a good partner in it. there's a reason why you wrote him a letter those years ago-- maybe even then you had seen something in him that other people didn't always recognize. regardless of the bravado, you always felt like there was something... soft about him. a soft underbelly that few people ever got. and now, you know that you were right all along.

because after a day at park, rolling around in the grass and reading to steve and looking around to see who's watching... he could be anywhere else. but he's here, at your house, with you. watching grease.

"your hair kinda reminds me of danny's," you say with a smile. you reach across the couch and run your hand through it; in the weeks that you've been putting on this ruse, you've gotten extremely comfortable around steve. that part is not fake. not one bit. "i like it."

steve smiles and settles further into your couch. "well, does that make you my sandy?"

"i guess so." you scrunch your nose up. "but i never really liked sandy's ending. i mean, why should she change herself to fit in with everyone else? she knows who she is. i never thought that was fair." you scoot a little closer to steve, subconsciously. you'd both agreed that no one could know about your arrangement, especially not your parents. so you supposed that sitting close to him on the couch wasn't that weird.

even if your parents weren't home.

"it's not fair. sandy was cute before the jumpsuit." steve shrugs his shoulders and looks over at you. there's a silence as you two stare at each other. "i'm cool with you being my sandy," the corner of his mouth turns up and he opens his arms. "c'mere."

"steve-- my parents aren't home, we don't have to--"

"it's not for anyone to see. you don't like to cuddle?"

you huff and settle into his arms, your cheek squished against the strong plane of his chest, your legs stretched out across the couch. "of course i like to cuddle."

"that's what i thought."

you both fell asleep like that. you're awoken by steve's gentle touch, brushing your hair from your eyes and shaking your shoulder. "hey-- hey, baby, we fell asleep."

you grumble but don't make any moves to get up any time soon. you feel steve's laugh on your cheek more than you hear it. "alright, you leave me no choice--" you groan in discontent when he slips out from under you. but then he's scooping you up into his arms.

steve takes you up the stairs and into your bedroom, laying you down gently. he pulls back the covers and tucks you beneath them. your eyes flutter open to find him watching you with a lovely smile. truly lovely-- it's the smile that gives you butterflies. "you can't stay?" you whisper, and if you were fully awake, you'd be mortified for asking such a thing.

"don't want to get you in trouble." he pushes your hair back and kisses your cheek, your forehead. "i'll come by in the morning, take you to breakfast. how's that sound?"

you nod your head and yawn. your hand rubs at his arm, a matching smile on your own face. "okay."

"okay," steve whispers. he leans forward and kisses your cheek again. "sweet dreams. see you in the morning."

--

you're not sure how three months went by so quickly.

you also don't know how to reckon with the fact that they went by so quickly because you loved every single moment of them.

it wasn't just that steve was a good fake boyfriend-- steve was just a good person. a good friend. every moment that you spent around him, you wanted to bottle that moment up and live in it forever. he was, whether you wanted to admit it or not, your favorite person.

ryan was an afterthought. none of this was for him, anymore. this... it was all for steve.

"where should i put this one?" steve asks, holding up a box labeled books. "you have, like fifty books boxes. do you even get a bookshelf in your dorm?"

your childhood bedroom is in tatters, picked apart and almost all packed up for your drive tomorrow. you'd be staying at steve's tonight prior to your drive. an occurrence that wasn't all that rare, anyway. you always slept side by side, and it always ended with his strong arms wrapped all around you.

steve and the kids would be there for your send off. another wonderful addition to bringing steve into your life-- the kids that came along with him. dustin was your favorite, but you weren't going to tell that to the others.

and while three months ago, you couldn't wait to get out of hawkins... you don't feel that same excitement now. you're still excited, definitely, but... you have something that you're going to be missing, now. you hadn't exactly planned for that.

you have someone who you'll be missing.

"i can always make room for books," you say, turning your nose up at steve. "you can set it there," you point to another stack of boxes. "thanks for helping."

"'course. that's what a boyfriend's there for."

silence falls over the two of you and you think that steve realizes what he said, because he suddenly goes rigid as he sets the box down with the others. "i mean-- like, a friend. a boy that's a friend. and also your fake boyfriend. i--" he sighs and rubs his face. "fuck."

setting down the tape in your hand, you turn your attention more fully to steve. his hand drops and he meets your gaze and for the first time, you can see everything written all over his face. like he's dropped a mask that's been hiding his real, true feelings. or maybe you'd just been too blind to see it. "say that again."

"a boy that's a friend?"

"no. before that."

he pauses. "that's... that's what a boyfriend is there for?"

you nod your head slowly. "is that... is that how you view yourself? with me? my boyfriend... for real?"

steve's cheeks start to go pink. "i mean... i know you're my best friend. and i know that i fucking love being around you. and i know that... i know that shit started to get a little blurry for me. probably a few months ago. i-- you know, i just... i don't really feel like i'm pretending anymore." he blinks and you can see the nerves on his body. it's what leads you to cross the room towards him and take his hand in yours. "is that... is that what you want?"

"steve," you whisper. "you got a letter in the first place because when i was fifteen i was crazy about you. and i think... i think i've always been a little crazy about you. so... yes. that's what i want."

gentle fingertips trace down your jaw. "i guess not much changes, anyway." he smirks a little. "we've been dating for..."

"three months. two days." you shrug your shoulders as his eyes widen. "i pay attention, i guess..."

steve laughs and he brings you in by the waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "that's my girl." he goes quiet. "i'm gonna miss you. i was always gonna miss you, but... you know, indianapolis isn't far. i'll come and visit. you'll come home for holidays. we'll... we'll be fine."

your fingers run through steve's hair. "i'm gonna miss you too. what you said earlier? about me being your best friend? you're mine too."

he squeezes your waist and it wrings another smile out of you. steve makes you hopelessly lovesick, in the best of ways.

--

steve ended up driving up with you, helping you set up your dorm alongside your parents. and after you shed your tears when your parents left, after you anxiously paced the floor anticipating the moment that steve would have to leave. "hey, hey, hey," steve finally says, stopping your movements. "i have something for you before i go."

you open your mouth and he shakes his head. "no, no. let me do this." from his back pocket, he procures a letter. complete with your dorm address and a cute stamp in the top right corner. he holds it out to you. "i want you to read this when you miss me most. not tonight-- tonight, i want you to go and have fun and make friends. your roommate seems cool. i'm talking, like, october." he pauses. "can you do that for me?"

your eyes shine with unshed tears. "steve..." it's practically a whimper. you look up at him and you say, "i love you."

wrapping himself around you, his hand rubs your back. "i love you too," he whispers into your ear. "never loved anyone like this before."

butterflies swarm in your stomach. and you still don't know how those letters got sent-- but you've never been so thankful for fate working its magic than you are for that letter being sent, and bringing steve to your doorstep on a warm may afternoon.

[giggly-squiggily]

I have a request from the anime Free! Iwatobi Swim club. I hope that’s okay with you? It’s also been a hot minute for me with Free! and I kinda miss it.

Headcanon: Whenever Rin is being too annoying, Sousuke just tickles the living snot out of him to tire him out.

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

EEEEE! :D Wait I love them your honor karkjejkrjaekrjke Rin and Sousuke are some of my favorite characters- and this prompt is PERFECT! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

CW: Foot tickles

“Would you cut that out?”

“What? I’m not even doing anything?”

Sousuke looked back at him like he grew a second head. “Yes, cause these have always belonged here.” He gestured to Rin’s feet, currently folded neatly as they rested on the bigger man’s thighs.

“Glad to see we’re on the same page, then.” The redhead grinned before turning back to his manga, snickering at the mild glare his boyfriend shot.

It wasn’t even Rin using him as a footrest that bothered him. Rather- it was the random jabs he’d feel in his gut whenever Rin decided to shift his foot, poking him “accidentally” and throwing off his own reading. He must have been on the same paragraph for nearly half an hour now.

Rin’s foot shifted- another jab in the gut.

“That’s it!” Sousuke tossed his book aside, easily entrapping one of Rin’s squirming legs. “You’re clearly in a mood to be annoying- let me show you just how annoying I can be!”

“And who are you calling annoy-EEHHEH!” Rin practically spasmed as fingers dug into his sole, scratching at the ticklish skin with ease. “Soohohooohushuhuuhuke, pleahahhahahahse!”

“Huh? What’s wrong? Does it tickle?” The brunette teased gently, grinning as Rin thrashed about- a fish out of water he resembled. “Are you going to keep using me as a footrest?”

“Proohoohohohbahahahhably!”

“That’s-well..at least you're honest.” Sousuke dropped his foot, quickly ascending the redhead’s limp body before attacking his hips. That got Rin screaming. “Say you’re gonna stop jabbing me in the gut with those goblin toes of yours. Say it!”

“WHOHOHOHO YOHOOOHU CHAHAHALLING GOHOHOOHBIN TOHOOHES!? AGEHHAHAHAHAH SOHOOHUSUKE FIHIIHIHNE! FIHIIHIHNE I’LL STHAHAHAHP!” The redhead pleased, cheeks as flushed as his eyes. Sousuke stopped his tickling, keeping his hands on his hips as he properly adjusted himself. Soon, he was lying half-on top of Rin, reaching up and brushing his hair back from his face.

“Ehehehe..fuhuhuhuck, maahahan.” He groaned, unable to stay mad as Sousuke gently smiled at him.

“You loved it. Surely that’s why you kept on tickling me.”

Big mistake. Huge. Rin’s eyes grew wide with glee. “Wait, you’re ticklish?”

Sousuke froze all over, his life flashing before his eyes. “Erm…I lied?”

A twist and fingers in his flanks soon after proved him to be rather truthful in the end.

[atsushis-missing-leg]

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[heyteenbookshey]

Fundamentally do not understand people who will "read anything"

I will read a book if it's a available on Libby no wait, if it is realistic fiction or maybe magical realism or MAYBE a little scifi like sci-fi in the way la Croix is a flavored drink just barely I don't like going back further in history than about the 1960's if it's in the future eeeee I don't know has to not very long like not more than 300 pages or over 8 hours in an audiobook and it can't be too flowery it can't be too slow and even IF WE HIT ALL THAT I MIGHT NOT EVEN borrow it unless I'm really really getting the right vibe

It's an exhausting way to live

[elspethdekarios]

3, 8, 11, 16, and 28 😇

Eeeee thank you!! [Tav ask game]

3. What would their character quest be titled? Why?

I've come up with a list and I keep going back and forth between "The Disgraced Noble" and "A Reject's Grace." El was pretty much exiled from her (noble) family after a big scandal landed her on the front page of the Gazette. She had just started redeeming herself in their eyes when set herself back three paces by losing her cool on them, and being abducted by the nautiloid shortly after. So throughout the game she's dealing with all the tadpole/Absolute stuff AND trying to process some trauma and emotional turmoil tied to her family. She hopes that defeating the Absolute and become a hero of the city, her parents might finally see her worth as a person. (Spoiler: they don't lol)

8. After act 3, what does their life look like? What are they talking about at the reunion party?

Elspeth and Gale are married and have been living together in Waterdeep for the past six months! She's really grown to love The City of Splendors. She's found a temple dedicated to Corellon (she's a cleric) and has made great friends there. After giving herself some time to process everything that she went through and several weeks of well-deserved relaxation, she asked to join Waterdeep's Guild of Apothecaries & Physicians and work at the House of Healing. The lead physicians were surprised that someone of her renown, one of the heroes of Baldur's Gate, wanted to continue her work as a healer, but El assured them it was her life's work and the thing that has always brought her the most satisfaction. They hired her and offered her an honorary position within the guild.

11. What is your Tav's go-to comfort food?

Okay so this one and #28 have like, the same answer lol. It's Tessie's cinnamon pear pie. Details below!

16. What do they do for fun, when not adventuring? What are their hobbies?

El is classically trained in the harp and piano, though she prefers the harp. She'll often sit in Gale's study while he reads or grades student assignments playing one of the two, learning new pieces or trying to compose her own. She also really enjoys reading - mainly adventure and romance novels. Since working at the House of Healing, she's learned a lot about potions and apothecary crafts, and has taken a liking to it. Gale expanded his potion-making space in the tower so she can work there when she pleases.

28. Describe a smell that reminds your Tav of childhood.

Elspeth is from a noble family, but she's never gotten along with her parents or sister. Because of this, she spent a lot of time in the kitchen with the housekeeper, Miss Tessie. Whereas most nobles have no reason to learn how to cook, Elspeth loved watching Tessie prepare meals - the thought and love and practiced intuition of it all. Tessie's signature desert was a cinnamon pear pie. She taught El how to knead the dough while she sliced the pears, showed her how to simmer the pears and cinnamon sugar to get the filling just right, and how to make a perfect lattice over top before putting it in the oven. El's childhood wasn't great overall, but when she smells a pear (or even apple) pie, she remembers all those lovely times in the kitchen with Tessie, covered in flour and licking sticky sugar from her fingers.

[theirloveisgross]

I think it was about October 2022 - my feed started to give me one direction reels and shorts (esp about Zayn) and after a while I caved and started looking at them properly, which is when they started to be about Larry. Then somehow i found the “99 best Larry moments” video and got in deep. I then proceeded to watch every video on them I could find and my Pinterest helped me with the rest. Then… fanfiction. I can’t lie, I was writing my own about them before I decided to check A03 (and god did I read some absolutely… unique fics before I worked out the good ones) to see what the action was. Thankfully I managed to skip the cringey wattpad phase… or did I?? I’ll never spill my secrets. Anyway, about a year later and I’m a huge Larry, I’ve seen Harry live and am going to see Louis soon, I’m a big fan of their solo careers and I’ve definitely convinced a few people to join as well.

I can’t lie, unbelievers did have quite the effect on me though.

Eeeee! October 2022, wow.

It's funny how these algorithms work sometimes. When Harry started popping up on my Instagram explore page, I was just there checking up on Timothée Chalamet. Like, everything on there was Timothée for a good 3 years, but I guess there were overlaps, of course, and eventually Harry's glorious Grammy's performance popped up in 2021... and well! Glad we're here, I guess!

Oooh, a fanfiction author. Amazing! Thanks for sharing your work! Ah, Unbelievers was the first long Larry fic I read, like- 6 months after falling down the rabbit hole. My brain had to come to terms with real people and fanfiction but I'm there now, obviously, ahshjhasa.

Happy you got to see Harry! He's amazing live, such fun shows. And aaaaaaaa, have the best time with Louis! This tour is everything, he's everything! FITF owns me, and hearing it live is such an experience! Ugh, can't wait for AFHF and the European leg to staaaart! 8days8days8days!

Anyone who sees this and has joined the fandom in the last year or so, send me a message if you want. I’m so curious what was your starting point, what made you go “Larry?” and then “OMG LARRY!”, hajdhahs.

[godslino]

Anon who hates uni(and #2 advocate for cataclysm) here again hahaha. I love hearing your thoughts and what was going on in your head when you were writing. Again, I think your mind is absolutely beautiful. Oh, and I’d be honored to have an anon tag. Hopefully 🍒 anon is okay. Thank you so much for inviting me to your little anon group ( ´▽｀) I’ll sign my next message with a cherry emoji if you’re okay with that emoji being used!

I’m so glad that you went through with sharing cataclysm on your page, despite being nervous. I genuinely think it was such a beautiful piece, and it totally made my day (night?) hahah.

You mentioned how it was hard keeping everything in a one shot in your reply. I’m so impressed by how you fit in so much in 7k words(same with the first date series—you fit something that would’ve taken anime series 4 seasons in a few thousand words, in the best way possible), it felt really deep, held the storyline perfectly, and no moment was wasted. I think I already expressed my love for the piece in my last message.

You said you could’ve kept writing, but decided to end it after introducing the commune… I actually really liked how you kept the last note brief. By making the main part of the story end before the part where the commune was mentioned, the fic stuck perfectly to the plot in the description the whole time while the small bit at the end gave the readers closure, completing the story but also keeping it vague enough to create a nice environment for further imagination in the readers’ minds. While I was reading, I was always worrying… ‘Ahhh! what if they don’t get a happy ending? How are they going to live on afterwards? Do they make it to the place the mystery friend told Minho about?’ The last bit about the commune eased all of my worries and answered every question. In my opinion, it was the perfect ending! So that was my two cents LOL Absolutely addicted to your writing style in that piece, but your other works are just as lovely! I hope to stick around for as long as possible and keep giving you my support. Sending so so so much love!

MY 🍒 ANON EEEEE!!! i looove it yes of course you can claim this tag, i'll add you to the anons list!!

also oh my gosh, just when i think it can't get any better you give me an even MORE detailed piece of feedback. i am smooching you so hard right now. MWAH.

i'm really happy that the ending of cataclysm gave you the closure you wanted. i definitelyyyy intended for it to leave room for imagination on the reader's end. sometimes i think it's really important for me as an author to remember that a lot of the story building is done by the readers themselves, especially in a fic like cataclysm. the post-apocalyptic world can look so different depending on who you're talking to, so i purposefully left life at the commune open to interpretation.

as always your kind words warm my heart and give me alllll the fuzzy feelings. i'm so glad you're here and you enjoy reading and i can't wait to hear from you again soon!!

all the love 🤍

[bonvoyagenoona]

so AMOMK!taehyung has Mrs. Kim’s contact saved under ‘Eomma 🥰’ in his phone. if it’s not too much, can you tell us what they each have each other saved under?

also, which of the brothers growing up used to like to pick up the landline whenever it rang 🥰 a baby who would answer with “HELLO?” 🥰

Eeeee this is too cute! I love this! 

Starting with your second question---

--

The phone rings.

Mrs. Kim: (hands busy at the stove) Agh, Seokjinnie! Can you make sure that---

3-Year-Old Taehyung: (has already ripped the living room phone down using the cord, crawling on the floor and screaming into the receiver) EWWWOHHHHH!

Namjoon and Jin cackle as they hear Mrs. Kim grumbling and rushing to try and pick up the phone in the kitchen, and Taehyung looks back at them with a big, mischievous grin.

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And for your first, absolutely happy to share! Imagine seeing the texts from both/alternating points of view, if that makes sense!

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And now, presenting a typical day of texts with Mrs. Kim.

Part 1: The Morning Text from Jin

After sitting down at his desk, and while he waits for his computer to boot up, Jin shoots off a quick text to Mrs. Kim.

Seokjinnie (7:42 AM): Morning, Eomma. When you call later, remind me to ask you about the gopchang recipe. I really want to give it another try.

MAAAAAA (7:42 AM): You sure you wanna give it a go?

Mrs. Kim raises her eyebrows at the request.

Seokjinnie (7:43 AM): It is my Everest, and I will conquer it!!

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Part 2: The Lunch Text from Namjoon

As Namjoon and Yoongi chat and chew, Namjoon leans back in his chair and rests his feet across the open, bottom drawer of his desk. His phone buzzes on the desk, so he checks his texts.

Eomma (12:07 PM): What’s for lunch today?

Namjoonie (12:07 PM): Courtesy of Yoongles!

Namjoonie (12:07 PM): What about you and Appa?

Mrs. Kim smiles and snaps a photo to send back.

Eomma (12:09 PM): 

Namjoonie (12:10 PM): Ooh, delicious!

image sources: pair shaped, delicrunchco recipes

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Part 3: The Evening Text from Taehyung

Eomma 🥰 (8:45 PM): Did you have a good day today? Creative?

Tae-Tae (11:29 PM): yes!

Sitting up in bed, Mrs. Kim rolls her eyes.

Eomma 🥰 (11:30 PM): Thanks for responding!!!!

Tae-Tae (1:17 AM): sorry, was in a flow!

Mrs. Kim wakes up at the sound of her phone buzzing and reads the text through squinting eyes. She smiles to herself at “Tae-Tae” on the screen before noticing that Mr. Kim is still up reading.

Mrs. Kim: You’re still awake?

Mr. Kim: (nose in his book, eyes just visible under the teeny-tiny booklight clipped to the top of the back cover, the rest of him covered in darkness, so she can’t see his mouth moving when he talks) I really like where the story is going! I think we’re about to find out who the killer is, and I think I figured it out!!

Mrs. Kim: (grinning) Hey, out of curiosity... what do you have the boys saved as in your phone?

Mr. Kim: (flipping the page) Huh?

Mrs. Kim: Like, do you use any cutesy names for them?

Mr. Kim: Who?

Mrs. Kim: The boys! Our--- our boys? Our sons? Our three precious children?

Mr. Kim: (shrugs)

Mrs. Kim: Hand me your phone.

He does, without tearing his eyes away from his book, and Mrs. Kim finds their family contacts.

YOBO 

SEOJKIN

NAMJON

TAEHUNG

Mrs. Kim: Why are our names misspelled??

Mr. Kim: (reading) Rushing. My thumbs. Big.

Mrs. Kim: And why are we all in caps?

Mr. Kim: (still reading) Dunno how to change it.

Mrs. Kim chuckles and sets his phone down on her night table before rolling over to go back to bed.

Read A Map of Mrs. Kims / AMOMK here!

[baby-grayson]

14 and 15 please! Love you! ❤️❤️

Love you too babe!  😘

Smut, Fluff, Angst Prompts

14. “Stop it! It tickles!”

15.  “Stay. Please.”

//

Grayson Dolan was oversized for most beds: all six feet and two hundred pounds of him needed a lot of surface area to spread out over. He was really, very too oversized for a twin size bed: much less a child-sized twin bed that hovered a mere 14 inches above the floor, with guard rails, and sharing space with a dozen stuffed animals. 

And yet, Grayson managed to squeeze his body onto the little bed, his head leaning against a blue velvet bear, and the tiny, round body of his three-year old daughter in his arms. Her hazel eyes and plump lips snuggled against his chest, covered in the shreds of what used to be his baby blanket. Grayson carefully reached around her to turn the page of the large, plastic book and continue reading, “And so, the princess and her charming prince lived happily ever after,” he elegantly shut the book while saying, “The End.” He kissed the top of his daughter’s head, his lips ducking into her curls. 

She looked up at him with large eyes and a flush face, a megawatt smile, in the image of her father, growing on her face. Grayson lightly tossed the book onto her nightstand and cuddled her in closer, “Ready for bed babe?” 

Her chubby cheeks jiggled as she shook her head, “Nooo,” she drew out the word and bounced up, climbing onto Grayson’s chest as he moved to lay on his back: his large form nearly falling off of the bed. Grayson opened his mouth in a fake look of surprise, “Babe! It’s bed time!” 

She shook her head against, “No dadda,” she meant business, “Is playtime.” 

“Playtime?” He questioned while she nodded confidently on his chest, her tiny chubby fingers clinging to the fabric of his shirt. 

In a flash, Grayson rushed forward to encase her tiny body in his hands and start to feather his fingers around her tummy. She squealed and giggled, “Dadda! eeeee dadda!” She giggled, flashing the shine of an incumbent tooth in her mouth, “Stop it! It tickles dadda!” 

Grayson froze his fingers around her round tummy, “What’s that?” He swept her closer to him, bringing her tiny face close to his, “Is it time to go night-night?” She grew a fat lip when he continued, “It’s time for daddy to go back to his bed.” 

Her plump pink lip started to quiver over her little chin, “Stay. Please.” She flashed Grayson a look that cut deep to his core, she bent down to rest her head on the arch of his shoulder, “Dadda sleep here tonight.” 

Grayson wrapped his opposite hand across her back, to cradle her tiny body close to his chest. He tucked his head down and kissed her mess of curls, “Okay, dadda sleeps here tonight.” He smiled when he saw a sleepy veil fall over her face. He reached to the end of the bed to pull up a blanket and snuggled into the tiny space for the night, his feet dangling off of the edge of the bed. 

[solari-writes-things]

Artist’s Touch

requested by: @sazafraz​

eeeee Rainbow Six writing I can’t wait.

Prompt -

Dialogue That is Sunshine and Smiles: “Paint With Me”

Timur Glazkov x Reader

gif isn’t mine, credited below.

R6 Tag List: @sazafraz​ @kind-wolf​ @tsumethedrifter​ (if you wish to be included, please comment or message below.)

REQUESTS CLOSED

You hadn’t been in Rainbow for more than a couple of months. So hearing the bustling sounds of Hereford base was still quite the adjustment you needed to make. However, you were grateful to have made a rapidly growing friendship with several of the operators.

In specifics, the Spetsnaz. For a group of people who were so vastly different in many ways, they all seemed to mesh well perfectly like pieces to a puzzle. All complimented one another, the synergy in their small circle overwhelming. For them to have, essentially, adopted you meant much more than they could understand.

So you were invited to hang out with them. Just a day of relaxation, as much as Alexsandr would allow. However, Alex’s voice echoing through the room wasn’t the thing that you seem to focus on the most out of this endeavor.

You were watching Timur, painting away at something small in his sketch book with the watercolors that he had kept on his person. At least, when he wasn’t doing any work for Rainbow. You had to admit, out of the five people that you had met on your first day, he had been the one you connected to the most.

Maybe it was because of how engaging he was when you both were in seclusion. When he knew no one else would be paying attention, he became much more lively. He talked more, asked more questions about you. You had both connected on your interest in the arts, in which he proceeded to show off his works that he had on hand.

They were bright, colorful. A contrast to who he had made himself out to be. You had admitted to him that you didn’t really know how to paint, in which he had smiled widely and made a comment about maybe teaching you someday. Of course, you would be thrilled to learn from him. If he was an entertaining teaching you the arts as he was in conversing, you had nothing but hope in store for yourself.

He was a man who gave no time to the aspect of judgement, and that would greatly encourage you to learn the technique of it all.

For a moment, his focus had broken from his sketchbook, and his icy blue eyes met yours. You couldn’t avert your gaze fast enough, and you caught a glimpse of a smile before you forced your attention down to the phone in your hands.

“Did you want to see what I was working on?” he inquired simply, since the other boys were off in a different section of the room.

“I can see it when it’s finished, Timur, as much as my impatience says ‘yes’,” you joke, your eyes not peeling away from your cell phone as you scrolled through just to act as if you were doing something.

You glance up once more, after a couple seconds of entertained silence from him. He seemed in thought, a half smile playing at the edge of his lips. “Paint with me.”

You sputter with how simple he said it, and for a moment you thought he forgot that you didn’t really know what to do with a brush. “D-...Did you forget I don’t know how to paint?”

He shakes his head and moves over in his seat, patting the spot next to him. “I’m going to teach you. Come. I’ll give you a spot in my sketchbook for this.”

You blink, a little honored that he would dedicate one of his pages to your trial and error. So you stand, shuffling over to him slowly and taking a seat next to him. He digs into his supplies sitting comfortably on the arm of his seat to give you a pencil to start your project.

You at least knew how to do that. You take the pencil carefully out of his hand, as if the object were made of glass, giving him a quick “thanks” as you begin to drag the graphite across the paper surface.  He moves his eyes away from the sight of you working, unsure if you were comfortable with the idea of him watching you work right now. He didn’t mind the comfortable silence, and frankly you didn’t either. Working on one of you hobbies while in his company felt...right. If it had been anyone else, you would have stirred where you sat.

But he was respectable. He honored your space, your privacy, even though you working in front of him almost tantalizingly.

After several minutes of him not peeking, you finally extend the pencil toward him with a smile. It was the sign he needed to peel his attention off of the wall and smile gently at you. With a little less delicacy than you, he takes the pencil and sticks it back where he had it before.

You watch him dig through the bag once more but for a longer period of time. He began brandishing brushes of varying sizes and shapes, before turning his head to look at you.

“Let me see what you drew,” he says to you simply.

You turn the sketchbook hesitantly, not really thinking about what you drew in the moment.

It was a sketch of some of the room you two occupied, of course lacking a couple small details you wouldn’t be able to replicate quite easily with the watercolors. Small things, like a distant book or a photo. A little to the left, just like he had been, was a portrait of Timur. Staring off in the distance for the sake of your privacy.  He caught sight of it, smiling endearingly but not pressing the matter as he stood up. “I’ll be back.”

He disappeared into another portion of the room, and through Alex’s boisterous laugh you could hear cabinets open and the distant rummaging. He returns not a minute later, a few colors in his hands and a paint palette to go with it. He also had a water bottle tucked under his arm as well.

“Apologies,” he says quickly, putting everything down on a nearby surface.

“Nothing to apologize for, Timur. You weren’t even gone for a full minute.”

He chuckles a bit as he begins to delegate the colors that you would need, not bothering to mix them. You assumed that would be part of your lesson today.

You watch him carefully bring it over, putting it down within arms reach of you. “Which colors do you wish to mix first?”

You look down at the array of shades in front of you, pointing to the blues that he obviously had picked out for his eyes. “Those.” He nods and puts the colors in front of you. ““You must know what these are for. Go ahead and look at me, see how much you think you need of each shade and blend them together. Remember to add the light shade first, then the dark after.”

So you follow his instructions, peeling your gaze upward to stare into his frosty toned eyes. As much as this should have been constructive, you found yourself more distracted the longer you lingered. Little details of his popped out to you, like the scar on his iris, and you pulled your gaze away once you realized the hole that you were digging for yourself.

“Sorry, Timur, I can’t seem to focus,” you admitted,

“Need a bit of motivation on the matter?” he inquired.

You nod your head, looking back up at him to listen to what he would say. Any pointers that he would possibly give you to make this process any easier on you.

But all you could focus on now was his thumb and index finger pinching your chin, and his face drawing closer. You could feel his breath caress your face as he is now centimeters away.

Eventually, your lips met.

[love-pyramus]

CHANGE O' PLAN AGAIN. WE HAVE NO PLAN BUT WE'RE GONNA SEE WHAT HAPPENS

WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW SO THEY SAY ALL I KNOW IS I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE OR THE RIGHT WAY TO WRITE IT THIS IS BIG LADY DON’T SCREW IT UP THIS IS NOT SOME LITTLE VODVILLE IM REVIEWING POOR LITTLE KIDS VS RICH GREEDY SOUR PUSSES HUH IT’S A SINCH IT COULD PRACTICALLY WRITE ITSELF AND LETS PRAY IT DOES CUZ AS I MAY HAVE MENTIONED I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT IM DOING AM I INSANE THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR WELL THAT PLSU THE SCREAMING OF TEN ANGRY EDITORS A GIRL ITS A GIRL HOW THE HELL IS THAT EVEN LEGAL LOOK JUST GO AND GET HER NOT ONLY THAT THERES A STORY BEHIND THE STORY THOUSANDS OF CHILDREN EXPLOITED INVISIBLE SPEAK UP TAKE A STAND AND THERES SOMEONE TO WRITE ABOUT IT THAT’S HOW THINGS GET BETTER GIVE LIFES LITTLE GUYS SOME INK AND WHEN IT DRIES JUST WATCH WHAT HAPPENS THOSE KIDS WILL LIVE AND BREATHE RIGHT ON THE PAGE AND ONCE THEY’RE CENTER STAGE YOU WATCH WHAT HAPPENS AND WHOS THERE WITH HER CAMERA AND HER PEN AS BOYS TURN INTO MEN THEY’LL STORM THE GATES AND THEN JUST WATCH WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY DO EEEEE PICTURE A HANDOME HEROICALLY CHARSIMATIC PLAIN SPOKEN KNOW NOTHING SKIRT CHASING COCKY LITTLE SON OF A LIE DOWN WITH DOGS AND YOU WAKE UP WITH A RAISE AND A PROMOTION SO HES A FLIRT A COMPLETE EGOMANIC THE FACT IS HES ALSO THE FACE OF THE STRIKE WHAT A FACE FACE THE FACT THAT’S THE FACE THAT COULD SAVE US ALL FROM SINKING IN THE OCEAN LIKE SOMEONE SAID POWER TENDS TO CORRUPT AND ABSOLUTE POWER WAIT WAIT CORRUPTS ABSOLUTELY THAT IS GENIUS BUT GIVE ME SOME TIME ILL BE TWICE AS GOOD AS THAT SIX MONTHS FROM NEVER JUST LOOK AROUND THAT THE WORLD WE’RE INHERITING AND THINK OF THE ONE WE’LL CREATE THEIR MISTAKE IS THEY GOT OLD THAT IS NOT A MISTAKE WE’LL BE MAKING NO SIR WE’LL STAY YOUNG FOREVER GIVE THOSE KIDS AND ME THE BRAND NEW CENTURY AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENS ITS DAVID AND GOLIATH DO OR DIE THE FIGHT IS ON AND I CAN’T WATCH WHAT HAPPENS BUT ALL I KNOW IS NOTHING HAPPENS IF YOU JUST GIVE IN IT CANT BE ANY WORSE THEN HOW ITS BEEN AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS THAT WE JUST MIGHT WIN SO WHATEVER HAPPENS LETS BEGIN

[t0m0kii]

1-99

you think this is a game anon? you send in 1-99 i’m gonna do 1-99 so HERE WE H*CKING GO

“1) Sexuality?”

bi! even tho i’m not attracted to many boys (and i actually only seriously like one) i still consider myself to be a groovy bisexual

“2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?”

any of the monkees! but also paul mccartney!

“3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.”

here’s an excerpt from the nearest book, ‘‘the everything reading music book’‘: “The terms measure and bar can be used in place of one another - they mean the same thing.” very educational!

“4) What do you think about most?”

it’s probably pathetic but i probably think about story concepts the most! either that or monkees stuff but sometimes they can be the same thing

“5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?”

my latest text is from my dude sean a.k.a joj-n-ringo who said that he sent me loads of asks about nwa but somehow i didn’t get any of them 

“6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?”

always with! sleeping naked is weird and plus i hate my body and don’t wanna look at it SKJALKJAKLHDKSJLKN

“7) What’s your strangest talent?”

i dunno! i don’t really have any weird talents!

“8) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)”

girls…are neat! boys…are also neat!

“9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?”

no one’s ever written me a song but i’ve had friends write me poems before! it’s nice and i love it

“10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?”

hm……when’s the last time i listened to joe walsh’s life’s been good……………probably then!

“11) Do you have any strange phobias?”

i don’t know if it counts as a phobia but i get really bothered when i see shirtless pics of people and their ribs are visible like idk what it is but eeeee i don’t like it

“12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?”

not that i can remember, lmao

“13) What’s your religion?”

i’m not like a diehard religion fanatic but i was raised christian and still sorta stand by it yknow

“14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?”

looking at the area around me, even if i’ve seen the place a thousand times, i’m always just lookin around lmao

“15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?”

it depends! mostly i like being in front tho jdhbkjfhdjfls

“16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?”

the monkees! those four idiots have my whole heart

“17) What was the last lie you told?”

my mom asked me if i did my homework yesterday and i lied and said i did it at school BUT I DID DO MOST OF IT THERE SO WHEN I BROUGHT IT HOME I DIDN’T HAVE A LOT TO DO

“18) Do you believe in karma?”

i guess so! what goes around comes around i’d suppose

“19) What does your URL mean?”

it’s named somewhat after my favorite anime character tomoko kuroki bc i love her and she’s a big mood

“20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?”

i think my greatest weakness would be that i jump to conclusions without any reason yknow but i think my biggest strength would be either my writing abilities or my ability to sorta see through people and see exactly what type of person they are

“21) Who is your celebrity crush?”

davy jones !!!!!! i love him so much !!!!!!!!!!

“22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”

hELL NO i would never i’m way too modest for that sjsklaskjdkbfnj

“23) How do you vent your anger?”

usually i talk to someone about it who’d understand but sometimes when i don’t want to bug anyone i just scribble it all down

“24) Do you have a collection of anything?”i have a record collection! and a cd and tape collection, i mostly just collect music stuff kshsjlbsjk

“25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?”

i don’t really like either but i prefer talking on the phone!

“26) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?”

not entirely

“27) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?”

i hate the sound of babies screaming like i don’t hate children but uGH it kills my ears and a sound i love is the sound of tambourines! i love those lil things they do a good noise

“28) What’s your biggest “what if”?”

what if it’s all for nothing (this could apply to several things)

“29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?”

i dunno about aliens but i think there are ghosts! i’d love to be friends with a ghost like. imagine

“30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.”

with my right i touch my phone first! and with my left i touch my 3ds 

“31) Smell the air. What do you smell?”

it smells like……………………………..air

“32) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?”

i dunno i’ve never really been anywhere super terrible 

“33) Choose East Coast or West Coast?”

uhhh east?

“34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?”

DAVY JONES OF COURSEEEEE

“35) To you, what is the meaning of life?”

to give it meaning

“36) Define Art.”

art is whatever you make it tbh, something that inspires

“37) Do you believe in luck?”

i guess! even tho i have the worst luck ever

“38) What’s the weather like right now?”

cold and windy it SUCKS

“39) What time is it?”

at the time of writing this answer it’s 8:37 pm!

“40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?”

i’m too young to drive so i’ve never done it bsjhklskjdvbfjdsk

“41) What was the last book you read?”

i admit i write more than i read but i believe the last time i read a book was yesterday when i was reading one of my how-to-read-sheet-music books from the library

“42) Do you like the smell of gasoline?”

i can tolerate it but i wouldn’t want to sit and smell it for hours

“43) Do you have any nicknames?”

not really! if you gave me one that’d be neat

“44) What was the last movie you saw?”

last time i watched a movie was when i rewatched the beatles movie ‘‘help!’‘ it’s a rlly good movie i love it

“45) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?”

uh once i broke my arm in kindergarten but i think that’d be it

“46) Have you ever caught a butterfly?”

like in a net? no but i’d really like tooooo i think it’d be neat

“47) Do you have any obsessions right now?”

MONKEESSSSSS I’VE BEEN HYPERFIXING ON THE MONKEES FOR NEARLY A YEAR NOW I JUST LOVE THOSE FOUR DUMBASSES ESPECIALLY THE SHORT ONE THAT TALKS FUNNY

“48) What’s your sexual orientation?”

i’m a girl! born a girl and i have stayed a girl since. wild

“49) Ever had a rumor spread about you?”

not that i know of sjhskdksl is that a good thing??

“50) Do you believe in magic?”

perhaps it’s out there and someone’s just keeping it to themselves WHICH WOULD SUCK BC GIVE ME SOME MAGIC YOU FUCK

“51) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?”

i forgive but never forget

“52) What is your astrological sign?”

since i was born on november 8th i’d be a scorpio!

“53) Do you save money or spend it?”

i’m terrible at saving money but i’m a wiz at spending it

“54) What’s the last thing you purchased?”

my monkees shirt! i love that thing even tho it was 90 dollars on etsy but lemme tell ya it’s 90 dollars well spent

“55) Love or lust?”

love !!!!!!!!!!

“56) In a relationship?”

in my daydream universe i’m the lovely intelligent wife of davy jones but in reality i’m a lonely bitch skjfhdsjflsj;fdkk

“57) How many relationships have you had?”

i had a boyfriend for a week in kindergarten but only because he recognized me from sunday school and i’ve never had a relationship since

“58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue?”

no and i can’t believe people can do that but some people can’t like HUH

“59) Where were you yesterday?”

i wasn’t anywhere near the crime scene officer i swear

“60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?”

on my desk next to my coaster is my pink rubber bracelet with a peter tork quote on it! and that’s not very far away so it counts!

“61) Are you wearing socks right now?”

the only time i’m not wearing socks is when i’m in the shower so yes

“62) What’s your favorite animal?”

the red panda !!!! i love those funky little dudes !!!!!!!

“63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?”

i really would not know my dude i mean just being myself i guess?? bold of you to assume people like me

“64) Where is your best friend?”

probably at their house being the greatest best friend ever

“65) Spit or swallow?(;”

i think when you’re brushing your teeth you literally have to spit you can’t just swallow that shit what the fuck if i find someone who does that i’ll ascend

“66) What is your heritage?”

i don’t really know! i mean i’m about as white as a piece of paper so

“67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?”

i told you before officer i wasn’t out doing illegal actions ((nah but seriously i was watching youtube i think))

“68) What do you think is Satan’s last name?”

bofa

“69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?”

honestly i never remember where my bus stop is i always just look out the window and see my house and i’m like oh shit time to skidaddle so i mostly rely on the bus driver for that. thanks bus driver

((yeah))

“70) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?”

i think being friends with me would be alright maybe!

“71) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?”

man fuck that guy i’m saving that fuckin dog then i’ll just show up with the dog and everyone will think it’s so cute that i won’t get fired. problem solved!

“72) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?”

i guess everyone would already know but i’d finish everything i’d need to like writing projects and stuff, i’d make sure i’d do everything i need to before i had to die 

“73) You can only have one of these things; trust or love.”

where there’s trust there’s love so trust!

“74) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?”

looking for the good times by the monkees never fails to make me smile! i just love davy a lot

“75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?”

7644! 

“76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?”

a good relationship starts with a good friendship yknow. you have to be able to love and appreciate the person you’re with and accept them the way they are and not try to change them too much. and it also sorta all relies on trust. if you can trust who you’re with, you’re good to go. and if you feel like you’re unable to call them out when they do wrong or if they do/say something really bad and you just let it slide then that’s not good in a relationship i’d say

“77) How can I win your heart?”

be nice

“78) Can insanity bring on more creativity?”

maybe just a small, small amount but not a lot

“79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?”

deciding to listen to the monkees tbh bc !!! i love em !!!! have i mentioned this !!!!

“80) What size shoes do you wear?”

like size 11 or somethin like that

“81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?”

“bury me shallow because i’ll be back”

“82) What is your favorite word?”

my favorite word would probably be “lovely” bc it’s so fuckin !! good !!!!!!!

“83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.”

i always hear the word in davy’s voice and the way he says it LKDSLSKS he goes “h a h t” it’s cute

“84) What is a saying you say a lot?”

“it be like that sometimes”

“85) What’s the last song you listened to?”

everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears! listening to it as i answer this actually

“86) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?”

blue! really any shade of blue but especially light blue!

“87) What is your current desktop picture?”

i’ve said monkees too many times in this post but. them

“88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?”

the president bc he sucks

“89) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?”

if someone outside of the internet asked if i were gay i think i’d be a little scared to answer bc yknow my whole family is homophobic and all that and sometimes you never can tell who is and who isn’t

“90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?”

introduce myself bc even if i’m scared i’m not about to be impolite

“91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?”

time travel !!!! they call me TIME TRAVELING PRODUCE AISLE 

“92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?”

maybe a half hour of my first concert! it was a blast

“93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?”

developing depression

“94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?”

DAVY FUCKIN JONES but would we still see eachother afterwards is the question

“95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?”

manchester, england !!!!!!! i really want to go and i actually kinda wanna move there someday

“96) Do you have any relatives in jail?”

not that i know of i sure hope not lmao

“97) Have you ever thrown up in the car?”

once a long time ago

“98) Ever been on a plane?”

never bc my mom is super scared of heights and scared of planes and tbh i kinda don’t really like planes i prefer boats

“99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?”

i’d say listen to papa gene’s blues by the monkees and listen to mike nesmith go “yeeeeeehawwwww !!!!!!”

this took me an hour thanks anon

[all-hail-the-witcher]

questionable government spies: chapter 5

AH YES FINALLLLLLLY like im actually so excited this is the last chapter before we get to the good stuff eeeee

as always previous parts can be found under spy boys

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ship: eventual space, platonic ralbert, platonic jackcrutchie

warnings: uh, I think not, Albert is tired and jacks an idiot

word count: 2066

editing: uhhh actually yes

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Two nights after he had moved in with Crutchie, jack was awoken sometime in the early hours of the morning by an ear piercing scream.

He bolted upright and was out of bed in a second, only pausing to grab one of his sneakers off the floor. Suddenly, he was thankful for the strange training drills Race and Albert had put him through, specifically the one they had called What To Do If Someone Breaks Into Your House With A Gun And You Only Have A Rubber Band. They had claimed that it was based off of real events, but jack suspected they just wanted him to do stupid things and make him look like a fool for future blackmail. But then again, it was Race and Albert, you could never be too sure with them.

Jack ran down the hall and slid into the kitchen in his Cookie Monster socks, wielding his shoe above his head ready to take on whatever intruder had dared enter their apartment. But all he saw when he entered the kitchen was Crutchie staring transfixed at his laptop, grinning like a maniac.

“Jack! Oh my god I did it!” Crutchie squealed in delight. “I cra- wait a second.” He looked up, taking in his friends lackluster fight stance and his lame weapon. “What are you doing?”

Jack sheepishly lowered his shoe. “You screamed. I thought there was an intruder.”

Crutchie stared at Jack for a solid 5 seconds before he burst out laughing. “You thought - so you - a shoe?” He couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“Shoes, I’ll have you know, are very useful weapons,” jack said proudly. “Albert knows 15 different ways to kill someone with a sneaker.” He bragged about it all the time. It was the reason why he only owned sneakers.

Crutchie finally regained his composure. “And has he taught you any of those ways?”

“Well….no.” Jack stared at his feet.

“Then why the heck would you come out here with a shoe to face an intruder?”

Crutchie did have a point. “I’m not sure…?”

“Don’t those guys teach you anything?” Crutchie continued clacking away at the keys on his computer.

“Race taught me how to get out of bed in less than 3 seconds, how to properly stash weapons in a ball gown, and fall off a roof without dying. And Albert taught me how to store 17 knives in a leather jacket, how to safely ingest several kinds of poison and how to ignore Race’s commentary.” Jack supplied quietly as he looked at his feet.

“My point exactly.” Crutchie said.

Jack dropped his shoe on the ground dejectedly. “So, why were you screaming if there isn’t an intruder?”

“Oh, right!” Crutchie perked up, turning his computer around to face jack. He could get distracted very easily. “I cracked the code!” A smile spread across his face.

“Really?!” Jack felt his own face explode into a grin. “That’s fantastic, crutch! What does it say?”

“Well it's a little confusing,” Crutchie began. “But I think it could be a real breakthrough in the case.”

“Read it to me.” For the past two days Jack, along with Race and Albert had been looking for leads on the case with no luck whatsoever. If this note gave them something to go off of then they could finally get started.

“Okay here’s what it says,” Crutchie began to read off of his laptop. “My best friend is in Ymony and he wants out. Leaving punishable by death or imprisonment. Name is conlon. Will give you information and help you bring them down in exchange for freedom. Please help.”

Jack was silent for a minute. This was exactly what they needed. “I’m going to call Race and Albert, this is huge.”

•••

It was 2:12 am when race stormed into Crutchie and Jacks apartment, dragging a half asleep Albert behind him. “Jack Francis Kelly this better be good.”

Luckily, Crutchie spoke up almost immediately. “I cracked the code!”

Albert took his head off of Race’s shoulder and opened his eyes. “Do we have a name?”

“A last name, we think,” jack supplied.

“Make me some coffee,” race announced, cracking his knuckles and looking already more awake than he had 2 minutes ago. “We’re not leaving until we find this sucker.”

•••

Turned out, Race was very serious when he said they weren’t leaving until they found the suspect. It was now close to 4 and race was on his 4th cup of coffee as he sat on the couch, clacking away at his laptop, searching through tax records from the previous year. At the counter, Crutchie was sifting through police records and Jack was hunting through social security numbers and birth certificates.

“Are we done yet, race?” Albert mumbled. His eyes were closed and he had his head on race’s shoulder, but jack knew he wasn’t asleep because he chimed in with information every few minutes.

“Not yet.” Race responded, pausing to flick his blonde hair out of his eyes and take a sip of coffee. “You can go to sleep, you know. I know you’re tired.”

“Can’t.” Albert cracked open an eye to peer at Races computer screen. “You looked at this page already.”

“Ugh, you’re right,” race groaned, clicking onto the next page. “How did you even know that?”

“M smart,” Albert yawned, closing his eyes again.

“Yeah yeah, you keep telling yourself that,” race paused to copy down a name that he would research later, “if you were really smart, you’d be helping me instead of sleeping.”

“Nah,” Albert muttered. “You’re smarter, that’s why I’m letting you do it.”

Race snorted. “Why thank you, Albert. You’re very endearing when you’re half asleep,” he said sarcastically, not taking his eyes off the screen.

Jack paused his work to watch the two of them banter. He’d missed having Albert around the last week. He’d actually missed him way more than he would like to admit. The last year he’d spent with race and Albert had been the best year of his life. The two of them had welcomed him into their little family with open arms. They had done pretty much the same thing he had done: ran away from home and joined the FBI at a young age. Well, at least race had, he knew Albert still had some family that he kept in contact with. Jack had no one. For the longest time it had been him and Crutchie and whatever foster home they’d been placed in (the two of them had met on the street when they were 5 and pretended to be siblings so they wouldn’t be separated). With race and Albert, jack felt like for the first time he had a stable place to go home to. They were like the older brothers he had never had, constantly looking out for him and taking care of him and teaching him little tricks here and there. The first night he had spent back with Crutchie at his apartment had actually been strange, jack was not used to living anywhere without either race or Albert.

When race had gotten the call last week that Albert was dead, he took the call quietly. Jack could still remember exactly what they had been doing. They had gotten home from the mission two hours before, and dumped their gear on the entryway floor to be cleaned later. Albert hadn’t been with them, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary, he’d usually join them a few hours later. Jack had just showered and was sitting in the couch watching an episode of Psych and race was in the kitchen, hair still damp, wearing an oversized blue sweatshirt making pasta. The phone had rang. Not Races cell phone, the apartment one that was reserved for important calls from the FBI. Jack had paused the tv as race answered. Race had answered the call with a quiet hello and the call had consisted mainly of many yes sirs and no sirs. Jack had sat silently on the couch for what felt like an eternity while Race has been on the phone, a pit growing in his stomach. Finally, race had come over and sat down next to him, quietly telling him that Albert wouldn’t be coming back from the mission.

Jack hadn’t known what to feel, he’d never lost anyone that close to him before that he had been old enough to remember. He had stared at Race in silence for several seconds before tears began to flow. Race had enveloped him in a tight hug and they cried silently together. That night, jack had been unable to sleep and ended up in race’s bed with him, hiccuping softly as the older boy helped try to coax him to rest. The next few days jack had snuck out and lived in his van - he couldn’t stand to be in the apartment or see race without Albert - and didn’t return until the day of the funeral.

But now, Albert was here, and he was alive and in one piece and all of the previous weeks events felt like a bad dream. He was a little nervous at how out of it Albert still seemed - usually he’d be up along with race pulling an all nighter to figure out leads and research suspects instead of almost being asleep - but when he’d asked Race about it, he brushed off his concerns saying Albert just needed time to rest and recuperate after his stunt. In the meantime, jack was just happy to have his brother back.

“Wait,” he was pulled out of his thoughts by Races voice. “I think I found him.”

“Name?” Crutchie called from the counter.

“Sean Patrick Conlon. 24. Lives in Brooklyn.”

Crutchie typed a string of letters into his computer. “Currently lives with Elmer Kasprzak, part time EMT, and co owner of a tattoo shop.” He scrolled and typed a little more. “Parents are dead. Has a sister.” Scrolled some more. “Oh, here we go, only criminal record is getting caught pickpocketing three years ago on the subway. But-” he typed in another string of code. “That file was edited two years ago.”

“Sounds like our guy,” Albert said, still leaning against race. “Does he have an address? Phone number?”

Jack typed for a minute. “Yes, but didn’t the note say “my best friend”? Like it wasn’t written by Sean?” Race and Crutchie nodded and Albert let out a soft snore before jolting awake suddenly and gripping Races hand. “Well, I found an Instagram account for Elmer who posted a picture of him and Sean - except he calls him spot - and the caption refers to him as his “best friend,” maybe we should try him first?”

“And Crutchie said Elmer lives with him, it has to be him who delivered the note. Great idea, Jackie” race nodded in approval, shutting his laptop. “Find Elmer’s number and give him a call right now.” He placed the laptop on the floor and pulled Albert into his lap, calmly running his fingers up and down his back, trying to coax him to sleep.

“Found it,” Crutchie called a minute later. He pulled out the standard issue FBI house phone that was non traceable. “What should I tell him?”

“Tell him that well meet Sean tomorrow at that coffee shop on 8th Avenue up by Central Park, say 3pm. Tell him to come alone and not to bring weapons,” Albert mumbled into Races shoulder, clearly avoiding all of his friends attempts to make him sleep.

Crutchie dialed and relayed the information when someone, Elmer, he supposed, picked up. After a few minutes of chatter he hung up. “Done.”

“Perfect.” Race let go of Albert long enough to stash his laptop back into his bag and shouldered it before standing up, Albert in tow. “If you’ll excuse us, I need to get Albie back home, he needs to sleep. Jack-” he said, and jack looked up. “Meet us at our place tomorrow at 1 so we can go over the plan, and don’t be late.”

Jack nodded and watched race and Albert go, door closing softly behind them.

“I can see why you’ve become so attached to them,” Crutchie said, putting away his computer. “They seem nice and caring, and they’ve adopted you into their family.”

Jack smiled. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah they have.”

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ooooooo we got a little look at jack isn't he the cutest thing and crutchie well, he isn't in it much but I love him too

and look at that cute platonic ralbert race is such a caring boi awwww

the next chapter is my favorite hehehe

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[cutegirlmayra]

So i just thought of something. End of Mating season in Sonic Boom. Amy talks to another girl hedgehog to ask about her experience this year. Even though everyone got atleast one suitor at the door Amy never had anyone visit her. She thinks it's because her sent is weak and she lives far out but in reality it's Sonic being very territorial and just shooing every guy away as he surveys around Amy's house without her knowing about it.

(x Special thanks to @mangaanonymous for submitting this piece for the Art Prompt trade! Please support the artist as well!)

*Note: It’s against the rules to do anything ‘inapprorpiate’ So I’m going to Sonic Boomify this and in the words of the all-mighty Badger- Sticks- “Dating” season ;)

Type: AU

Couple: Sonamy

World: Sonic Boom

Prompt:

“Yeah, men are pretty scarce this year.”

Amy sat at the back of the salon, nervously holding a magazine as the other hedgehog girls discussed their experience.

“Usually, this season is crawling with desperados. All trying to get a date.”

One of them rolled their eyes, flipping through some pages before being asked by a woman working there if she could do her nails.

She nodded as the other hedgehog continued on with the topic. “Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t seen any good-looking suitors either.”

Amy sighed in relief.

“So it’s not just me…” she pulled her legs up on the chair, smiling slightly as she rested back and closed her eyes; contented.

“WHAHAAHHAHAHA!!!! HAHAHA!!! OOOOOO… you crack me up, kitkat. They were swarming my house!”

“Oh my, you have no idea! I couldn’t walk down the village market without someone dropping themselves in front of me with flowers or chocolates!”

“They literally fall like rain.”

“It’s embarrassing, really!”

“My scent is pretty strong, so I’m used to it by now.”

“What year is this for you?”

“..!?!?” Amy’s eyes blared open as she mentally screamed. They were joking!? She twitched and stretched out her aggressive wishes to holler and destroy something as she constantly changed her position on the salon chair.

“Miss?” A woman working there sweat dropped a moment, worried about her… acting out.

“O-oh, hohoho..” She tried to play it off, laughing daintily into her hand. “Excuse me…”

She ran as quickly as she could out of there.

She looked down the whole time, arms straight down as it concerned her that no one was trying to get her attention at all.

True, it was her first Dating Season but…

She rubbed her arm, looking around nervously and keeping herself hunched over. Smiling weakly, she chuckled kinda creepily to passer-bys, looking for hedgehogs…

She then groaned, “I’m sure I’m not the only girl who’s not being asked out.” She arched her back, looking up at the sky.

She then grew curious… and pulled a piece of her hair-quills towards her nose.

Taking a whiff, she couldn’t smell anything, and hopelessly drooped her ears and whimpered slightly as she came to her home.

“Ohh…” despairing, she remained hunched over with her arms draping down in front of her. She opened her door, kicking the rest open before hearing something in the distance and looking up.

“Rafh!” Sonic suddenly rolled as if being pushed on the ground in front of her home, looking dirty and torn up pretty bad. He breathed hard, looking worse for wear before jumping back up and shaking himself off, and then freezing at noticing her in the corner of his vision.

The two slowly turned to each other, blinking…

“…Sonic?” Amy then regained some hope, her eyes sparkling as she stood up a little straighter. “Sonic!” Stars appeared in them, as she rushed over to greet him, and then cutely pulled away and twiddled her fingers.

“Hey~” she slightly flirted.

“Uh, nuuah!” He flung himself left and right, looking for… something?

“W-what’s wrong? What are you doing here?”

He quickly pressed a hand to her mouth. “No time! Got.. hero… stuff… doing… Get back inside!” he suddenly spun her around and began pushing her back into her home.

Once in, he locked all the doors, slammed the blinds down, then barricaded the place and plugged his own nose. “Oh no!” he was turning blue on his muzzle, struggling to not breathe. “Air, air!” he jumped on each foot, looking for an exit, but he had blocked every way in!

And every way out…

“Sonic… what…” she wondered if this was him trying to be… romantic…

“I don’t think this is really necessary..?” She some sweat dripped down the side of her face, awkwardly revealing that she thought he was acting weirder than usual.

“You know~ If you want, we can just sit on the couch?” she sat down and patted the seat next to her.

He panicked, shifting himself around, and then looking out the window.

“I… I can’t…” he took a big breath of air in.

“Actually, I might have a second- NUUH…NO-NO!” He had sped over to her faster than lightning, sitting and crossing his legs, looking totally interested in chatting with her, before he twitched, pulled himself back, and hit his head twice.

“Keep it together, Sonic…” He mentally scolded himself, holding his two hands out directly next to each other as if to stay on the ‘straight and narrow’ course and dashed out the window.

“Patch up that blind! It’s a weak spot!” he called back and dashed into the jungle.

Blinking wildly, Amy couldn’t help but see there was something very off with Sonic.

“That’s it.” She looked annoyed, getting up and summoning her hammer. “I’ve been rejected by every other hedgehog on this island.” She walked over to the door, readying herself. “I’ve even endured your stupidity at obviously being unable to notice a simple flirtation!” she slammed the hammer into the door, bursting through all of Sonic’s crudely designed ‘defenses.’

“But not this time!” She stepped out from the pile of wood upon police tape and nails.

“SOOONIICC!!!” she cried out, iconically, before a simple voice spoke up.

“Hello.”

Amy turned around, a little shocked.

A nice looking hedgehog in a suit and holding a top hat dusted himself off and held his hand in at a crocked angled; very fancy.

“Might I ask you to a little…huhu… soiree~AAAAA~” he was suddenly swooped up and run across the island to the other side. “OFFPH! Oh dear!”

He looked around to realize he was on a pile of many other hedgehogs, all looking worse for wear.

“Stay here!” Sonic ordered, having thrown him on the top of the pile, and racing back.

“…My, how rude.�� He held his hand to his chest, before adjusting his hat on his head. “Might anyone tell me why I was so unwillingly whisked away from such a delightful young lady?”

“That guy’s crazy, I tells ya!” A hedgehog spoke up, from the lower-third of the pile, looking fed-up with it all as he spoke up to the gentleman.

“He’s been guarding that turf since we left the village! Girl’s scent is so strong, he’s probably just keeping her for himself!”

“Yeah! I heard he’s territorial!”

“Ya bozos! He clearly likes the-“

“We must end his reign of monopoly at once!” The gentlemen jumped down from the pile, dusting himself off again, and pulling out an umbrella. “We are just men. Only wishing to court young lady’s hands in good, becoming fashions.” He nodded.

“Speak fer yerself!”

He glared back at that man.

“Well, everyone else can come but you, sir.” He lightly spat on the ground, before pulling out a napkin, whipping it out a moment more, and then wiping his mouth. “On, to battle my good men!”

The men all crawled out of the pile and charged behind the fancy gentleman as British Calvary trumpets played at their speedy march.

Sonic looked exhausted, leaning up against a fallen log, he looked around him.

“That’s… gotta be all of them.” He wiped his forehead, “Phew-ee! If Amy’s scent wasn’t so strong, I wouldn’t have to be fighting all these guys to give her some peace and quiet.” He turned around and fell back on the log, taking a breather and relaxing…

“Job well done, Son-“ He lifted a leg to cross it over the other, looking proud of himself, before freaking out at seeing Amy’s angry face ahead of him.

“WOAH!”

“So it was you!”

“A-Ames!” he waved his hands out in front of him, having flipped over the log and using it to guard himself from her. “I-It’s not what it looks like!”

“You liar! You’ve been chasing men from my house this entire time!”

“W… Well, then it is what it looks like.” He seemed to retreat a little back, before lunging himself forward and holding out a hand to her, gripping a branch from the fallen tree. “But you should be thanking me!”

“Why is that?!” She growled out, her fists shaking as her hammer was still drawn forth…

“EEeee..” he bore his teeth in a wide frown, wide-eyed at her hammer being revealed to her side.

“Only scared and submissive animals bare their teeth.” Amy spat out, pouting out her frustrations at his behavior.

“…Or feisty ones.” He dipped his head down, almost in a cute way.

“And why do you have any reason to keep men away from-“ she suddenly stopped herself, and then her face lit up with that same hope from before.

“W-what-are-you-why-are-you-What.” He shook himself free of his nerves. “Why are you grinning like that!? What are you implying!?”

“You…” She wiggled her finger at him, giggling. “Want me all to yourself~” she tapped the air around him, pulling away and blushing into her hands. “Ahh~ Oh, Sonic! You’re so cute when you’re desperately shy!”

“WHAT!?” Sonic jumped up on the log, looking defensive as his quills spiked. “I was keeping you safe! It’s not because I-!”

She giggled again and he blushed, looking more upset she didn’t believe a word he was saying.

“AMY! I demand to be respected for stating the TRUTH!”

“You’re so funny~”

“Stop… stop doing that!”

“What..? This~”

He had slammed his foot down on the log repeatedly, but Amy waltzed over and hugged it, making him stumble and try and loosen her grip on him.

“Amy! L-look, you’re a pr-pre-preeeeetty annoying girl! Could you stop doing that!?”

“Emm~?” Amy clung to his foot with a lover’s loyal hold as he kept trying to rip her away from him.

“Amy! I’m falling!” he wagged his arms around, losing his balance on the log.

She jumped on the log and shot him down to her level. “Me too~” she cooed.

Now he really was uncomfortable, moving back, he tried to convince her to stop. “Now, Amy… I-I know we’ve known each other a while, b-bu-but that gives you NO RIGHT to-to…to…”

She batted her eyes close to his face.

“Whwhwhwhaaa- what are you going to do?” he bent his head back slightly, then his ears flattened in submission.

She saw the cute action and smirked, “Heh.” She never would have taken him as a pushover for these things.

Suddenly, there were some powerful knocks in the distance, and the two turned to where her house was.

“We demand a war for the fair maiden’s hand!” the gentlemen closed his umbrella and hooked it on his arm, before bashing the wood of the door’s frame again. “At once! We want the pink head! We want the pink head!”

He got the whole group chanting it.

“For common— fashionable— purposes!” he then announced, as if that wasn’t clear…

“I’ll handle this.” Amy continued to smile as she yanked Sonic off the log with her.

“Yonks!” Sonic was like pudding in her hand…

“Ehem.” Amy cleared her throat, as the group turned around, looking delighted to see her.

“Aw! The young lady!” the leader spoke out, “Shall we continue our conversation from before?”

“I’m afraid you’re all too late.” Amy pulled Sonic up in front of her, looping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him towards her. “I’m spoken for.” She winked.

“WHAT AN OUTRAGE!” the man’s voice spiked into a squeaky, childish pitch. “I will not be insulted by some… some… woman-hogging ingrate!”

“What’d you call him?” Amy’s eyes dipped intensely to a protective look. “You take that back. He’s just shy.”

Sonic fidgeted, not sure how to get out of this mess.

“Amy, these men really don’t like me.” He explained then, trying to get out of her hold on him but she just pulled him back each time. “Emm…” he about-faced. “We should really run!”

“Or fight together!” Amy grabbed his arm and held it up.

“H-huh?” he looked at their hands tightly formed together, and then back to her.

She was…. Laughing.

“Come on! This will be fun!” she swung her hammer and a few men jumped back.

“Woah! She’s got mad skills!”

“I want her even more!”

“Get in line!” Amy teased and pulled Sonic with her into the fray. “Come on!” she laughed.

Suddenly, Sonic’s shyness seemed to dissipate. A warmth of confidence arose and he smiled back, before kneeing some guy in the shin.

Then throwing him over himself and wrestling him off with a swift kick that sent him flying.

He laughed, “I thought you wouldn’t want company.”

“As long as it’s yours, I’ll be fine~” Amy slammed her hammer into three men, who went flying off into the jungle.

As they fought, they bantered with light flirtations, before finally, Sonic took her hand, surprising her.

“Come on, one last finishing move!” He encouraged.

“…Oh, but I don’t want it to end.” Amy swooned before he spun her around in the air and threw her at the gentleman.

“Oh dear…” his knees shook rapidly. “Mommy!” he cried out, trying to get away but Amy slammed him over Eggman’s lair.

Eggman was drinking a hot beverage, slurping a bit, before the gentlemen slammed into his front window and scared the living daylights out of him.

He spilled all over himself and ran around hollering in pain. “AHH!..AHHHHH!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The gentlemen slowly slid down the window, “…what will I tell mother?”

Sonic threw Amy up in the air, “Heads up!” and then caught her, as she dipped back in a dramatic fashion.

“Oh~ My brave hero!”

“Are you done, yet?” Sonic mused.

“Saving me from such… vile villains~” she continued, then peeked up at him and laughed.

He set her down and laughed with her. “I just thought… you… you know.” He looked at the ground, left and right side of it, before lifting a hand to rub behind his neck.

She grabbed it before it could continue, “I don’t think you need to play the shy role anymore.” And intertwined her hand with his.

They were both scrapped up and battered, but hey! It was a great first date… ;)

*Note: Please picture the gentlemen with the cutest high-pitched and most humorous british voice you can possibly imagine. And that’s him.

[timetoloot]

XCOM 2: Blogger Succession Game - Mission 1: Operation Gatecrasher

XCOM 2: Blogger Succession Game - Mission 1: Operation Gatecrasher -- Here we go, the game is live! And even right out the gate, I need a mulligan. Whoops. Still; all's well that ends well. ;) #XCOM2

Eeeee! Exciting. Here we are- with the game underway, first mission played, turn order established, and the Succession Game page revamped to include this round and archive the details of the previous Civilisation VI Succession Game. I’ll go over the details of my mission and strategy layer choices first and then include the necessary details for the participants at the end. 🙂 If you’re…