#also hot take that ill hide in the tags

[fossette-promenade]

I know they aren't very popular in the west, but I actually do like nu inowa designs. There are actually a lot of very cute details if you look close. I just wish they'd use cotton and not polyester.

[rosyvvoods]

Out of curiosity, since you seem to be on the outskirts of the fandom but also keeping up with things (like your return to this account, your recent reblogs being MW instead of BOCW etc), and you have pretty solid opinions most of the time- how do you feel about the current fandom treatment of characters like Ghost?

Oh, dang- hi anon, I wasn't expecting an intriguing question before bed, so thank you!! And hopefully I can answer in a coherent way, I'm pretty much half asleep rn

Essentially A) I'm no expert on any of these characters, I've always been a newcomer to this fandom and the media, I don't absorb media like I used to anymore regardless (though I'd like to watch playthroughs of the original MW games as well at some point) so my opinions are very baseline and don't have the experience of someone playing or viewing the game since the start BUT

B) it's tough, bc I do think the "babygirlification" of Ghost in particular was fun and funny at the start, mostly for the reason of pissing off the stereotypical audience for these games- and, I mean, it's what brought me into even considering consuming this media so- BUT. Idk I've also really connected w Ghost as a character, he's one of those characters that I saw and my brain said "oh this is One" and so I think people aren't nearly as complex with their thoughts on him as they could and objectively SHOULD be since he's a. Deeply traumatized man who's turned himself into a killing machine for covert operations. I think he could enjoy love and softness and I also think the oversexualization could be worked into an actual response (i.e. some trauma causes people to oversexualize themselves to cope) but again, there isn't nuance and it's all on the very surface so

TLDR I am part of the "big British military propaganda killing machine man with skull face make brain go brrrrrrr big and hot and a little spooky" people for sure BUT I also think. He deserves a little more complexity and such considering his lore and backstory and all.

ALSO I'm definitely a Ghost type of person, he's right up my alley, but it's also pretty typical of fandom to ignore other great, interesting characters of color to go for characters like Ghost and Soap. Frustratingly typical, of course, but typical (derogatory) nevertheless. Like Gaz is right there. Alejandro. Rodolfo. Valeria. Farah. I could keep going.

[pekabloooop2]

i ran out of tags lol

uh oh! owner's being sued for worker abuse! get out the boop meter so everybody forgets

[girlleon]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

bestie!leon kennedy x reader

warnings: 18+, dubcon lol, mental health issues for both leon and reader… he’s a pervert and again ooc but that’s the fun of things. dacryphillia and he’s a little mean and sleazy.

tumblr removes fics with nsfw tags from the tag. ergo i’ve flagged the content at the beginning. you’re also responsible for your own media consumption, so if this bugs you, don’t read it.

Leon sat there on the edge of the bed with you, rubbing your back as you hid your face in your hands. “I just feel like I’m going in circles.” You tell him, lifting your head out of your hands to rest your chin on them. “I mean, I don’t feel like I’m ever gonna get better.”

He can sympathize, he really can, especially when he was in boot camp post Raccoon City and laid awake at night because he had nightmares otherwise.

He rubs your back in circles on autopilot, trying not to get bored or indulge in an impulsive thought that tells you to shut the fuck up and quit fucking crying, maybe open your blinds once or twice a day and you wouldn’t feel so bad. Eat a fucking vegetable or two while you’re at it.

You, believing the best in him, don’t really notice. “I just—“ and your voice breaks, face warming all the way to your neck as you hide your face in your hands again and kick yourself internally for crying in front of him.

You hate crying in front of everyone, your face gets splotchy and you can’t breathe through your nose. When it’s Leon, though, your best friend, it’s a little worse because you’d bet he looks cute when he cries, him and his stupid Botticelli angel face.

And, oh, that’s not really the right move.

He doesn’t remember when watching someone cry would be enough to get him off, except for an adult video he watched had a girl get fucked so good he could watch tears leak out of her eyes, openly sobbing when she squirted because that faceless phallus hit the right spot inside her.

Or when his ex-girlfriend was on her fourth orgasm of the night and she cried just a little while his face was between her legs.

He needed a stress reliever that day, it was a tough time; and he’s never really had to think while going down on someone.

Leon shifts a little and prays to a God he doesn’t believe in that he’s not seriously getting bricked up by you crying. Nope, it’s not going down, shit, he hopes you don’t notice.

You stifle sobs into your palms for a good thirty minutes, face and ears hot enough to power a fucking house. You take a break to wipe your eyes with your sleeve, sniffling wetly before you reach over to blow your nose. “‘M sorry,” You tell him, voice wobbling before you blow your nose and toss the used tissue away.

“It’s fine.” Leon tells you, his voice just a little strained. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his lap and prays you don’t notice that he’s bricked up just from you crying. God, Leon, that’s so fucked up. At least those girls—nameless pornstar and ex-girlfriend—were enjoying it, you’re crying because you’re sad and mentally ill.

Again, fucked up.

You cry a little harder when he’s being so kind to comfort you, hiding your face in his shoulder as you sniffle and keep the sobbing to a minimum. When your tears come to an end, that’s when you notice that he’s fully hard beneath you. You lift your head up after a pause, wiping one eye as you look at Leon. “Leon… are you…?”

He can’t quite hide a grimace. “I’m—um, I’m really—I’m not—“ And when he catches sight of your red face and tear-streaked cheeks, he nearly groans, his throat suddenly dry. That’s when he flips you onto your back.

You land in the pillows with a soft grunt, giving him a bewildered look. “What are you doing?” You ask him in a little voice, sniffling and wiping your runny nose.

“Do you ever stop feeling sorry for yourself?” He asks you, one hand planting in the pillow beside your head, the other untucking his shirt.

Your stomach turns and he can visibly see his words hit the mark. “What?” You ask him, eyes close to brimming with tears again.

“Jesus,” Leon swears, undoing his belt buckle one handed cause he’s had enough practice. “You wanna know what I think? I think you like wallowing, I think you like having people consoling you.” His belt comes undone with a rattle, his button and fly next.

You stare at him with your mouth agape before a couple tears slip out. He takes the chance to push up your shirt and lets out a groan when he sees the cute black bra you’re wearing, hands wandering up to squeeze handfuls of your tits.

You yelp, back arching of your own accord—he’s glad that worked, you told him enough of what you liked when venting about your ex-boyfriends not being able to find the clit or eat pussy right.

He’s never had that problem, obviously.

A slightly mean smile crawls across his face before he leans down to lick a tear track up. “Poor, unloved little thing.” He coos, sticking his hands down the front of your sweatpants to find you damp.

Leon rubs circles on your clit to see you grind your teeth and twitch, one of his hands still on your tit as you try not to react further. “You just sit here in your depression cave and feel bad for yourself, huh? Do you even open up your curtains to get some sun? The sun’s real nice, a natural antidote to depression.”

Humiliation and an orgasm lick up your spine a few seconds after he’s done talking, body locking up as your hands fist in the sheets. He tuts at you and sticks his used finger in your mouth, kneeling between your spread legs as he pulls down your sweatpants with the other hand.

Aw, you left a cute little wet spot on your panties, just for him.

You lift up your hips when he tells you to, he throws the flimsy garments on the floor where they land with a soft slap. “C’mon, I know how make you feel better.” He tells you, one hand cupping your knee to put one over his shoulder as he finally pulls down his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh.

Leon sinks in with a stifled groan, then wraps your other leg around his waist, turning his head and kissing your knee once he’s balls-deep.

Your chest heaves and he kisses your collarbone—poor thing, it must be a little much for you, he’s not even moving.

You scrabble at him when he finally does move, nails catching on his shirt before you manage to tug him closer. Each short, staccato thrust makes the bed rock and punches little squeaks from you.

Your door’s open, but he doesn’t feel like closing it, so he puts a hand over your mouth as he covers your body with his, hips grinding to hear you whimper against his palm. “I know, I know, baby.” he tells you, lips ghosting over your cheek before he licks up more salty tears that overflow. “I’ve got you. You’re all empty inside, I’ll fill you up.”

But not before you come, Leon’s a gentleman like that. He loops his arm beneath you and pulls you into his thrusts, you grow a little louder beneath his palm. He shifts so his pubic bone can grind a little harder against your clit and your thigh twitches before you sob against his palm, brows furrowing as you lurch up, more tears squeezing out.

He fucks you through it before pulling out and painting your tummy white, collapsing by your side and panting softly. You sniffle loudly and Leon feels a little bad, rolling over when you do and spooning you from behind, his release staining your sheets as you cry quietly.

He holds you through it, kissing your shoulder and the nape of your neck before hiding his face in your hair. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles after a long silence, “I was out of line.”

You shake your head and stay silent, wiping your eyes as you two cuddle in silence.

[dtfpeta]

Feverish | Ghost x Fem Reader

Tags: sick!simon, sub!simon, dry humping, p in v sex, penetration

Summary: Simon is sick and thinks he knows how to break a fever with the help of his girlfriend

Word count: 1.4k

Read here on ao3! __________

He only had a small cold. Or at least, what was a small cold. And of course he acted like a helpless animal, asking you to feed him, bring him an assortment of medicines, and help him walk to the bathroom where he would then, ask you to bathe him. A cheeky smile that he hardly tried to hide displaying on his face.

You of course, didn’t mind caring for your afflicted boyfriend.

“You can’t take another Benadryl, Simon. You just had one.” Simon always prided himself on his flawless immune system. Now that his body has been compromised by harmful bacteria he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. But thank god he had you. For the past two days all he could do was mumble and groan from the couch. Exasperated “ehhgg’s” and whines of sickness filling the living room as the over 6 foot man struggled to lift his arms, begging for your help with the remote.

That’s why it surprised you to feel the searing warmth of his arms wrap around your waist as you stood in the kitchen. Your working hands coming to a stop on the meal you were preparing.

“Si- You’ve already contaminated our living room! I’ll be damned if I’m next…” You argued while attempting to shrug out of his grasp, finding your efforts ineffective. Over the past couple days you had made a valiant effort to sanitize the house and frequently wash your hands. You know Simon would take care of you if you fell sick, but you also knew that the idea of wallowing in the two of yous illness together was appealing to him as well.

“Mm, needa break this fever-” He murmured while burying his face into the crook of your neck. Laying hot kisses in his wake.

“Then let me make you a cup of tea. Or go take a warm shower don’t-!” His hands began to roam your body. Grasping at the skin of your stomach before moving to knead at your chest.

“Not what I had in mind” His words came out breathless. Whether that was because of his aroused state, his clogged sinuses, or both, you weren’t sure. But the needy grips his calloused hands laid on your body began to have an effect on you.

“You can go a few days can’t you?” Simon responded with an unconcerned hum, a low groan soon leaving the back of his throat as he grabbed your hips. Grinding his half hard erection against the flesh of your ass.

“You’ve been so good t’me. Can you help me some more?” His fingers dug deeper into your flesh, rutting the length of his bulge languidly against your backside. “Please.” He whined.

His hand came up to your neck, his index and thumb taking your chin and turning your face to meet his. It was too late to save yourself when his lips met yours, his tongue greedily working the wet room of your mouth as his hands massaged your breasts.

You sighed into the kiss, accepting the hunger that overtook you as well as the heat that gathered between your thighs. You soon gasped into Simon’s embrace as he was now turning you to face him, one hand resting on the back of your thigh as the other moved behind you. Haphazardly pushing the cutting board to the side so he could swiftly lift to place you on top of the counter. The cold stone of the counter caused you to arch your back as you pushed your chest into Simon, who now hurried to remove your top and bra. Exposing your hard nipples to the cold of the air that had previously worked to cool Simon’s fever, which only proved to be a futile attempt as the crimson on his cheeks only grew.

Simon pulled your waist so his erection could meet your clothed core. His eyes hung low with a fevered lust as you moved your hips to work against him. The both of you moaning as Simon hung his head forward between your chest, releasing sinful whimpers as he urgently rutted into you.

“Need ya’. Now” He demanded. Your brain began to cloud with its own brand of Simon induced fog. He was so desperate that you only wanted to provide for him.

Your boyfriend hooked his fingers around the waistband of your shorts pulling them down alongside your damp underwear to your ankles. Kicking them to the floor as he lowered his boxers and sweatpants, Simon revealed his hard cock, the tip smeared with a bead of pre-cum that you reached to run your fingers against.

He shuddered at the sudden attention from your delicate touch. His body was practically on fire. Having to separate himself from you only caused him to become pent up, needy for any attention that you would provide his weeping cock. Your hand wrapped around his length as you stroked him with expertise. Heavy breaths flooded the room. He placed his hands on the edge of the counter to steady himself as you worked his shaft. Your left hand came to cradle the side of his face. ‘Poor thing’

You twisted your hand around him, your thumb swirling the sensitive skin of his head as you whispered in his ear. “Is this helping you hun?”

His head nodded fiercely against your neck. “Mmm Mhm, thank you-” His delicious whines filled your ears as he began to lightly shake. Your own sex was becoming neglected when your left hand lifted his face so his eyes could meet yours.

“Can I fuck you,” he near but begged. “I can take care of you too.” His lips connected with yours for a passionate kiss. Butterflies spread in the pit of your stomach at his adoration for you. It wasn’t often he got like this but when he did you happily let him succumb to his urges. He parted his mouth from yours, a string of saliva connecting to your now glossy lips, and Simon still pumping himself into your hand. “Make you feel good.” He enticed.

You nodded your head when he took the head of his cock to swipe between your folds. Circling the slickened tip around your swollen clit and dragging it back in between your folds. His hands came to rest softly against your lower waist, thumbs digging into the crest between your thighs and torso. He began to push his length into your hot walls, his eyes closing to keep him from cumming right then and there.

“F-fuck” He sputtered pushing himself deeper into your core.

“Simon, please” Your legs lifted to wrap your calfs around his back. Your heels now digging into his ass to encourage his strokes. Simon got the message and pushed the rest of his cock into your begging cunt. Engulfing him with a boiling heat as you began adjusting to his size. He began to move in and out of you. His eyes locked to yours as he provided your pussy with slow, hard thrusts.

Each slap of his skin against yours elicited a moan from your lips that he returned with animalistic grunts of his own. 2 days too many away from your perfect cunt, and he was never a man of patience.

Your pussy squelched as he dragged the full length of his cock out of you before bottoming out again. His hand moved to the back of your head, bringing you in for a messy kiss while the other moved to your clit. Simon was amazed he had even lasted this long and as his orgasm began to approach its horizon he worked to bring yours to as well. You gasped into the kiss. His hand quickening its assault as his thrusts entered you at a new angle. Simon pistoning his cock against the patch of nerves that lay within your walls, your hold on him beginning to tighten as he talked you through your imminent climax.

“Cum on my cock pretty girl. I know you need it. I need it.” His words came out in a gravel like tone. He couldn’t hold it in any longer when your cunt began to spasm around his shaft, milking his own release from him as the coil in your stomach snapped. You threw your head back, your mouth falling agape as Simon growled against your neck. His hot seed filled you with a satiating intensity.

“So,” your breathing now labored, “So good Si.” Your hand came to massage the back of scalp as he littered your neck with kisses.

It wouldn’t be until another 2 days when he denied his involvement in your oncoming fever. His own having been broken when he suggested a new at home remedy to cure you.

[renren-006]

Heyo! How are you? I was wondering if I could put in a request for a Geralt x fem reader one shot?

Reader is injured in some sort of way but tries to hide it from Geralt coz she doesn’t want to worry him but he obviously finds out?

I’m bad at descriptions😪

Please and thank you xx

Wounds and Kisses | Geralt x fem Reader

a/n: hello! thank you for the request and i hope you like it!

fluff and angst

word count: 966

You tagged Geralt along on another one of his quests. You had before, and Jaskier seemed to think it was an excellent idea to have another person join them. So it was you and Geralt on Roach and Jaskier on his own horse, Fawn, playing tunes on his instruments. You were not a Witcher, but you did have basic abilities passed down from your mother, who was a half-elf and half-sorcerer, making you a mixed-blooded woman. Your abilities revolved around the elements, like your mother and her mother before her. You were trained by her before she died and before you had met Geralt.

He was adamant about letting you on quests; he wouldn't tell you why, but you knew the brooding man had some form of feeling towards you. The two of you never discussed it, but there was always something between them. You had slept together, kissed in halls, and spent the nights together, but no relationship was formed, and no words of love were ever spoken. You wished he would; you wished he would just tell you he loved you so you may finally not have to steal glances at the man without him knowing. 

The beast was something of a bigger size than either you or Geralt had previously thought it would be. Jaskier was back at the tavern drinking away and singing about adventures, while the two of you were stuck dealing with a beast that continuously terrorized this poor town. You didn't expect it to also be so difficult to defeat but its hard armor made things worse. It also made things worse when the beast tail slammed into you sending you flying to the ground. Geralt was too busy with a second beast that charged that he had no idea you had been flung by the beast. You stumbled back over to the fight, trying not to clutch your side. Your powers roared in you as you launched yourself on top of the beast, shoving your sword in any place between the armor before finding its weak spot. You shoved your sword deep into the spot by its neck in between the brakes in its armor, it wailed loudly before it fell. You stumbled off the beast intime to see Geralt doing the same with the second beast. Once you stumbled out of the muddy water onto land your side erupted in pain, you bit back a cry as you got onto Jeskier horse, Fawn, and rode back alongside Geralt who was far ahead of you and determined to finish the job fully and get home. You didn't dare touch your side or grimace about it, not wanting the boys to know you got hurt. 

You sat by Jaskier who held his nose by the stink of the beast coming off you. 

“Damn Y/N you stink” he said “Oh and Geralt smells worse…both of you go take a bath!”

“Were fine Jaskier” Geralt said, not wanting to jump to the bath and instead started drinking whatever it was he bought.

“Ill go” you said. As you stood a flash of pain crossed your face, making Geralt straighten. You stumbled your way to the room finding that someone had already filled the bin with hot bath water. As you undressed you didn't hear the door open or the heavy footsteps of Geralt entering. 

“Y/N” he said, standing still at the sight of the entirely too large gash and hole in your side. The beast tail had been spiked and its tail punctured your side while also slashing the entire length of your stomach. The blood and ooze that gushed from you seemed like it didn't matter under the eyesight of Geralt who stumbled over to you. “Why didn't you say anything?” he asked you. His voice was…soft. 

“I didn't want to worry you” you told him. You clutched the bin, your vision blurring as Geralt caught you, finished undressing you and got you into the hot water. You screamed a bit from the feeling of the hot water in your wound. Geralt held you, sliding in after undressing himself and holding you close to him.

“I want you to tell me when you're hurt. It means nothing against your skills when you are” he told you, making you feel worse about not mentioning it.

“I'm sorry,” you told him. 

“No apologies. Just heal” he told you, knowing that with concentration and his strength behind you, using the water and your magic can help heal the deep wound on you. The water swirled slightly as you used the magic in you to heal what you could. The deep gash slowly faded to a large gash, and the scratches along your stomach turned to scabs and then to scars. Your body had enough scars that you hated the sight of them but your magic only worked so far.

“I'm sure Yennefer would be happy to show you how to heal scars” He told you, pulling you even closer to him. “I know we never talked about what is between us…”

“I love you” you spoke faster than he could finish his thought. 

“I love you too y/n…if you had let me finish” he said, causing you to laugh. 

“Sorry, just wanted to say it before I couldn't” you told him looking at his face. 

“I should have told you sooner. I took advantage of your feelings before mine came around..”

“I know, but i never told you to stop” you said, “I just wanted all your love not just parts”

“Now you have it all” he told you, “so no more hiding your wounds” 

“Promise,” you said, kissing his cheek before falling back and laying on him.

[that-one-paintbrush]

Hey, Paintbrush here!

Recently noticed that a few others at Hotel OJ have made some tumblr blogs, so I decided to as well! Welcome to my blog, all :)

I'm Paintbrush (they/them) and I've competed on three seasons of Inanimate Insanity! Season three just ended and I've just been chilling at Hotel OJ for a while. Not doing much else, so I'll probably be answering asks frequently.

DISCLAIMER: this ask blog has (unintentionally) become an au

if you want to get the full context, feel free to scroll down certain lore tags or check out the archive! -mod

Tags of interest:

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#false contract chronicles: AAAAAA SPRINGYS HERE HES GONNA HIRE US ALL AAAA

#painty yapping and yapping: posts where Paintbrush rambles for an extended amount of time, usually not dialogue

#animaticified saga: paintbrush gets ab animaticified. that's it

#art imitates life chronicles: paintbrushs past wasnt ALL sunshine and rainbows... if only they knew what happened!

#backfire arc: paintbrush makes a terrible no good absolutely horrible bad decision. they suffer the consequences accordingly!

#still waters runs deep chronicles: torch and backgroundy FINALLY talk things over like civilized adults

#history repeats itself chronicles: another life has been created via m!a,,,, waow

#mod kit: Posts from the mod! me!!

hey, mod here! (pandemonium, he/they/she)

there are a few things id like to mention:

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thanks for reading!

[mistypsych]

ANATOMY OF A CRIMINAL - CHAPTER 3

/ yoongi / suga / agust d /

summary: as a doctor you never expected to be dragged into “the criminal life”, nothing and no one seems to be true anymore, your whole world turns upside down after you save him.

pairings: yoongi mob boss x f.reader x non idol bts members.

warnings: smut, guns, knives, stabbings, blood, gore, murders, drugs, criminals, gang life, medical emergency, illness, abuse, swearing, angst, dubcon, gang violence, corruption, manipulation, lies, cheating - 18+ minors dni.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after writing anything at all. Please also keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty and odd at times but I try my best. The story is a non idol BTS fanfic with Suga being the main character. As promised slowly we are going into the chapters where Yoongi will be taking the main lead. If you want to join the tag list let me know!

After you had your hot bath and a glass of wine that turned into a whole bottle, tiredness of the whole event took over making you pass out on the couch. The fact was you also couldn’t bring yourself to go into the bedroom and fall asleep next to Hobi. You had yet to make sense of everything, but already your gut was telling you that all this new information was going to be a sticky deal. You dreaded that what Jungkook said is fully true and you didn’t know if you could pretend and ignore the facts.

You loved your fiancé with all your heart but could you be ok with him being dirty? Maybe if he had told you, maybe if he would not hide the fact he was entangled with the mafia and gave you a sensible explanation to all of it. You just didn’t know, because one thing you really hated was dishonesty. You could handle a lot of bad shit people have done or were doing as long as you knew about it. Once someone hid the truth from you it was a different story. You always believed the ugliest of truths was better than the prettiest of lies and this was a fucking hill you were willing to die on.

You felt a slight tingle on your cheek. A nice and warm feeling coming after it. Shutting your eyes harder and scrunching your nose you let out a quiet mumble as you felt an ache spread over your muscles. Last nights events surely strained your back. The decision to sleep on the couch did not help that matter as well.

Suddenly you felt a delicate kiss on your neck and then another one. You slowly opened your eyes to see Hobi sitting on the edge and leaning over you. Once your eyes met he gave you his sunshine smile and smoothed your hair back gently saying quietly “Hey. You slept on the couch?” his face had a bit of concern written over it. “Morning…” you croaked, your throat being dry from all the wine you consumed “Yea… I came back really late from that whole medical emergency. I drank some wine and passed out. I also didn’t wanna wake you…”

He hummed slightly soothing your cheek with his hand and grabbing a mug from the small table in-front of you. “Cold brew” he said smiling and passing the cup to you. Lifting yourself on your elbows you gladly drank the coffee, caffeine being exactly what you needed. While downing the brown liquid of life, your brain went back to yesterdays information about your fiancé that has been brutally thrown at you.

Seeing you’ve spaced out, he looked at you asking “You ok Y/N?” you shook your head throwing the intrusive thoughts to the back of your mind. You weren’t ready to confront him. Not yet. Matter of fact you didn’t believe that laying it out just like that would be a smart move. You had to plan it out safely. You could not draw suspicions and give him the option to lie himself out of trouble if what you heard about him would turn out to be true.

“Yes I’m fine.” you said forcing a smile. You had to keep your cool. He was a detective. You could not let him sense out that something was wrong. “I’m still sleepy a bit. Didn’t fully wake up yet” you cooed sitting yourself up completely.

Hoseok looked at you as if he was analyzing what you were saying but then he smiled nodding his head. “Not woken up yet hm?” he moved a bit closer to you, taking the mug out of your hands and setting it aside. You blinked a little raising an eyebrow “I’ve got just the thing to wake you up…” he said with a deep voice, a smirk painting over his lips as he leaned in to kiss your neck.

“Shit…” you thought to yourself as you didn’t think threw what to do if a situation like this occurred. Should you pressure that you are tired and not in the mood? Or should you play along? You actually didn’t know for a fact if Hobi was 100% a dirty cop and you wouldn’t be sure of it for some time. You were stressed out and needed to shut off your panicked mind. Giving in seemed like a really good idea. So once you felt his lips on you did just that.

A suppressed moan rolled out off your mouth as he licked down the skin of your throat. You weren’t aware how much you needed to be touched and just let yourself be careless at this very moment. “Told you I would get your blood flowing.” he groaned grabbing your chin and kissing you hungrily. You leaned your head back opening your mouth allowing his tongue to enter. You could feel him smiling, clearly happy about how you reacted to him.

Soon you were both out of your clothes and catching your racing breaths. Your mind still battling with the fact that Hobi might not be who you thought he was. But as his skillful fingers reached your wet core you decided to forget about it all for now. You pushed him down on the soft cushions and climbed onto him.

“So needy…” he chimed but you put your hands on his toned chest, letting your nails gently scratch over his perfect skin “Yea… so you better fuck me good Hoba!” you let the words fall out from your lips. There was no need to ask him again as you lowered yourself onto his already very hard member, deep moans coming out from both of you.

Grabbing your hips he stared thrusting into you, meeting your needy movements. Your breaths got shaky and uneven. As you bounced yourself to the sound of your bodies connecting you slightly wrapped your hand around his neck. You didn’t know what got into you. You never let yourself get too pushy with Hoseok. He was never really the rough type.

A bit shocked by your action he lifted himself into a sitting position, grabbing your back to make sure you didn’t come off of him. He continued to push deep into you as you moved your hand to his nape, not wanting to let yourself get anymore wild ideas. A knot in the bottom of your belly started to form. You pushed your hips back and forth hard into him seeking your release.

Loud groans and breaths slipping out from your mouthes. This time around all you wanted was to feel the pleasure to crash all over you. It was the only thing that mattered. You didn’t care to get intimate or sensual. You just wanted your mind blown so you could forget everything from that night, at least for a while.

So you kept the tempo, fucking your fiancé hard and fast until you both felt your bodies shaking from the short but strong release. You leaned your forehead on his chest catching your breath and not yet lifting off of him. You could feel him getting soft inside of you. He pushed your hair back from your sweaty face, saying with a slightly amused tone “well someone was in a rush today”.

Finally getting up you smiled with the corner of your lips “I guess I couldn’t wait since we didn’t get to have our fun for a while now…” you lied a bit. Truth be told you just wanted your needs fulfilled as soon as possible, so you didn’t have to be close to him for too long. You knew you were being a bit of a hypocrite, for not being honest with him. But he was the one who decided to hide things from you, so you felt you were allowed to bend the standards a bit.

Your gut was telling you that you couldn’t really trust him, that he was not being open and those facts taunted you. That is why you decided to start weaving a web of lies to shelter yourself. You could feel your morals screaming in your skull. This wasn’t like you. But you were angry, confused and fucking scared. Petrified that you were about to have your life blown up into flames and crumbled. You really had a lot to think threw. The realization that you probably will be facing some extremely hard decisions made anxiety slap you in the face.

* * * * * * * * *

The next days at work passed surprisingly well. You and Jungkook had an unspoken agreement not to bring up what happened. At least for now. Both of you didn’t direct any of the conversations towards that nights events. Luckily you were also pretty busy at the hospital.

You decided to take up extra shifts to the maximum and cover for some of your colleges. This meant you wouldn’t see Hoseok much those days. You knew you were procrastinating, but you needed to set your mind straight before making any meaningful moves and this seemed like the perfect way to do it.

Taking more on calls also meant you would get a couple days off after. You felt those would do you well and that you would then start your questioning of Hobi. Also you thought it would be good to simply go shopping and try to do the down-to earth little things to clear your racing mind and ready yourself for the tasks ahead.

You and Kook also coordinated work with the charities in such a way that you got to have the next week away from them. After all that unraveled, both of you had to fix up and manage some things in your private lives. You suspected Jungkook very much like yourself tried to ignore and push away everything that went down in that forsaken hangar. You could see he was trying hard to maintain your friendship and fix the trust he has thoughtlessly broken. But for the time being you felt other than hospital work, you needed a break from him.

* * * * * * * * *

As the final day of work before your days off passed, you could feel the anxiousness crawl up you skin. You were happy to take time for yourself but it also meant that you should start your head hunt for the truth about your fiancé. To say you were dreading that moment was an understatement. Your mind was already slowly making assessment and plans in case the accusations towards Hoseok were correct. All this shit daunted you.

Even tho you were a bit scared of the confrontation you gladly made your way back home after a long and hard day at work. Once you jumped out of the buss a couple of blocks away from your apartment, a strange feeling washed over you. Shaking it off, you turned around to check your surroundings. Nothing seemed suspicious so you shrugged, thinking it must be the anxiety toying with your tired brain.

As you were about to pass next to the alley of your apartments building, a tall figure walked out in front of you and blocked your way. Your heart dropped as you heard “Good evening doc…”. Namjoon was standing right there and looking down at you with his annoying smirk, that seemed constantly plastered to his face. If you wouldn’t know any better you would’ve surely slapped him, because of how he made your blood boil.

You could hear steps behind you as well. You turned your face to the side, so you could make out with the corner of your eye who it was. You recognized the shorter guy but the other one you did not recall seeing ever before. He was tall like Joon and had a look about him as if he has just stepped out of a GQ magazine.

“Oh wow not only is she talented but also pretty ey?” he spoke in a low, velvety voice. “Knock it off Tae, we are here to take her to the boss, not to romance her!” the low voiced brunette shook his head in disappointment and said “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t wanna find out what those capable hands could do. You know that surgeons have the steadiest of hands? Only imagine…”

You couldn’t take it anymore so you snapped “We also know how to use sharp scalpels!” the man laughed a little and winked at you clearly amused. You tried to walk off saying “And I am surely not going anywhere with your lot, so be so kind and fuck off! You have Jungook!”

You were only able to make a step before Namjoon skillfully grabbed your elbow and painfully yanked it, causing you to hiss. “I wasn’t asking doc, so now you’re gonna shut your pretty little mouth and get in the car!” he whispered angrily in your ear and stared at you warningly. You were sure if you tried something, maybe you would get away but the later consequences could be not worth it.

You ripped your arm from his grip and gave him a side eye while gritting your teeth. Now aware that you better cooperate, altho that didn’t stop the rage from bubbling in you. The fuck was their whole deal? Why did they have to bother you instead of your college. Taehyung opened the back door of the black SUV and moved his hand towards the seats in a welcoming way. If the circumstances were different you’d almost feel like some movie star. But the fact was, you knew you were about to get into deep shit.

Sighing you jumped into the car. “Jimin get in the back with her just in case she tries something” Joon said to the shortest male, who kept quiet until now. He sat next to you, his eyes scanned over you as he said quietly “Soon it will all be behind you. Just don’t make it more difficult than it needs to be…” his voice had a specific ring to it. You just gave him an angry eye roll, barely controlling yourself from telling them to eat shit and die.

Closing your eyes you waited for the drive to be over. You did your best to ignore the men who seemed to not be able to shut their mouths for even a minute. You just wanted it to be done. Go do whatever they wanted you to do and leave. Slowly your mind was starting to wonder towards considering moving back to your home country, especially if Hoseok was to turn out a liar.

Suddenly you heard the doors open and then slam. You jerked up in your seat, the loud sound startling you. Then your door got opened and you saw Tae with a big grin as he said “Let’s go!”. You dragged yourself out of the vehicle and took your medical bag. They were lucky to grab you right after work. Who knows maybe they were smarter than they looked and specifically chose that moment knowing you should have such things on you then.

You followed them inside the hangar. You could feel your back slouching a bit as if to block you from all the panic that was starting to rise from within. Walking into one of the big rooms with creepy walls made of small windows you felt your heart start to beat faster and then you saw him. He was sitting on a wonky looking stool, staring at the screen of his phone.

Once he heard footsteps, he rose his head and looked your way. You weren’t able to see his eyes during your last encounter but now they were piercing threw you in all their glory. They were almost pitch black and dark like his hair. Their gaze seemed cold but also had something extremely calm in it. You could feel a shiver run threw your whole body. He surely had an intimidating vibe about him.

“I wanted to file a complaint…” he said slowly in a raspy voice, while grabbing a cigarette and lighting it up. You raised your eyebrows giving him a dumbfounded look and letting a “Huh?” fall out of your lips. He stared down at his abdomen and then you saw it, the blood trickling threw his white T, that he styled under a Hawaiian looking shirt.

You straightened yourself and cleared your throat, showing you were starting to get ticked off “Well you are sitting here smoking instead of resting and let me take a wild guess, you sure had quite the activities in between?” you seethed threw your teeth. He took a deep puff of his cigarette letting the smoke blow out his nostrils and had an amused little smile come over his lips. “Can’t recall my doctor left any ‘doctors orders’” he hummed.

You could see he was a piece of work so, you mumbled a “Well I am not your doctor. You’re lucky you got to live in the end. You weren’t looking so hot on that table.” he jerked an eyebrow putting out the cigarette and saying “well we are gonna change the you not being my doctor part” after you heard those words, you let a loud, hysterical laugh out and dropped your bag, while clapping your hands and saying “how about FUCKING NEVER IN HELL!”. You were not about to get intimidated by some thugs, your anger went way over the roof at this point.

He sighed getting up and that was when you realized, everybody else had left the room. He walked up to you slowly like you were some sort of prey. You refused to look like a helpless deer in headlights, so you rose your head higher and masked your face with fake confidence. He was taller than you. When he got close, you realized he was a really good looking man. His body was slim and toned. His raven black hair was thick and wavy.

“I don’t recall I was asking…” he said in a very calm tone, that made you even more annoyed, so you shot the next sentence without thinking “Well I don’t care and if you kill me for refusing, you will have police looking at your hands. I don’t think you want that kind of attention…” once you heard what you spat out, you cursed at yourself in your mind.

He let out a deep laugh and shook his head saying “Oh I am well aware who’s girl your are Y/N. You think just because Jung Hoseok is fucking you, it will change the fact how well acquainted I am with the police?” you started, nervously blinking and thinking of what to say next but he cut you off “If I chose to break your pretty little neck, the police would not give one fuck, it would be just another sad accident.” he took a lose strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear saying “That would be a waste wouldn’t it? And as much as I respect you trying not to get shaken down by a mobster, the reality is your shit outta luck and I don’t think I need to threaten your life to make you understand that?”

You could feel sweat starting to form on your forehead. The way he spoke of these things had you thinking he can make your life difficult. But you decided to try and lay out facts “Well I work in the hospital for your information and not like I would be at your every whim!” he laughed again and said very slowly “You really think that if I can handle the police like a bunch of dogs, a hospital would be a challenge? You really believe that director of yours isn’t mainly money driven?”

He looked at you with an amused gaze and shook his head lightly “But don’t worry your pretty head Y/N. I rarely get hurt and so do my men… and when we do it tends to be at nights and you wont convince me, you mainly work night shifts.” You gave him a glare, the fact he knew your name and other things about you, was bugging you beyond belief. He must have squeezed info out of your friend.

Seeing your irritation he sighed and walked behind you, just to lean over your shoulder and whisper in your ear “Don’t worry I won’t take up your precious time if it won’t be an emergency. Unless you will want me to…” You scoffed taking a step away from him and muttering “Yea for sure!” irony dripped from your voice but he did not seem bothered, if anything he was looking at you confidently as he said “Time will show won’t it? But for now…” he moved his head, showing down to his abdomen and saying calmly “I’d appreciate you handle the work you have already started”.

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wip whatever

i'm gonna go ahead and consider myself tagged in @arokel's tagless tag game because i want to talk about My Wips :-) if anyone feels like joining in, please do!!

after posting my latest fic i was kinda like. hmm. i don't have anything to show. which is not true!! i have not one but two geologist!don fics in the wip folder. (now you could ask. hey finch why do you keep writing geologyfic. well a) i have this mental illness called degree in geology and b) it's basically just me trying to conceptualise what being a geologist (or studying geology) must have been like for someone who was doing it before the theory of plate tectonics was even proposed (not to mention accepted). the amount of stuff that was fully unknown to geology in the times these fics are set is limiting as fuck and that's what makes them endlessly fun to tinker with. i've done sooooo much niche research. this is what constitutes fun for me. apologies)

i've already talked about the first one in an ask game, don's horrible geology exam, which i've been slowly piecing together from semi coherent notes app scribblings from the height of my mystery illness, BUT the other is newww so. also i don't have titles picked out because i'm bad at that so the titles are. the file names. yay! snippets under readmore:

geologydonfic is the aforementioned don's exam misery fic

Bobby takes in Don – the line of his bracelet a red imprint on his cheek, bruise-black circles under his red-rimmed eyes, paler than ever, frown lines like deep etchings on his handsome face. It’s clear that he’s not dealing on his own. “Fine,” he says after barely any deliberation, “I can help you study.” He picks up Don’s textbook and flips to a random page. Most of it is taken up by a big, colourful chart, sort of like a repeating rainbow getting more and more washed out, with ray-like lines coming out of one corner. It’s utterly incomprehensible. Bobby puts the book back down on the table. “I can’t help you study.” The corner of Don’s mouth twists into an almost-smile.

argentina is the newer one, set in argentina in 1967. don is there for work, bobby is there for don, it's hot, it's dirty (so far only in the "the drill site is a filthy place in general" way but who knows)

The Jeep that had picked him up at the airport slowly rolled away to join the fleet of identical vehicles, all decorated with the letters YPF – the name of the company in charge of the work, Bob assumed. He barely had time to feel (or look) lost when he noticed Don coming his way. Or at least he guessed it was Don, from the familiar walk and the fact that the man was a good four inches taller than everyone around him. Dressed in grubby work clothes and wearing a hard-hat that cast enough shadow to hide his entire face however, he could have been anyone. Then the smile gave him away. Bob had not been twenty-two and a fool in love in a good while, but that toothpaste-commercial-runaway, all-teeth, bright-as-the-sun smile Don could smile when he really put his mind to it still made him go weak in the knees.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @tackytigerfic (here) and @maesterchill (here). Emerging from my post illness hidey hole.

How many works do you have on ao3?

32, a number that both seems too large and smaller than I thought

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

254,835. Wild.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly HP, although once in a while I peek over at other fandoms. And I have a joint Check Please fic in the works.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All Drarry. None really surprised me but the final one, I hadn't realized it climbed that far up the kudos. Huh. 1. Yours Truly - my romcom fic about Harry feeling left out when everyone's coupled up, telling a lie that gets out of control, and also how hot magical ecology is 2. Home Truths - my Quidditch fic about the complications of fame, love of the game, Harry finding out who his family was and letting himself fall in love 3. Special Affinity - how quickly one can justify fucking one's coworker given a bonding spell while having no idea if the feelings part is reciprocal 4. Winner Takes It All - Draco feeling caught in impossible circumstances, working too much, caregiving for a parent, and how small kindnesses can mean the world 5. A Little Time - mistaken for a couple, forced proximity, Healer school, and everyone in a small town hating you and all your friends on sight

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I love responding to comments, but it takes me a while. I read every single one, and I try to wait until I have the time and energy to respond with something thoughtful. I'm months behind at this point.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm a fairly happy ending sort of person. I tend to go more for straight angst for drabbles and micros. Maybe Beside Manner? They're formerly bonded and dealing very badly with the dissolution.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, gosh, most of them. I'm most enamoured by the Big Damn Kiss at the end of Home Truths. I love No Distance because Harry and Draco are very much in love and not able to hide it. I am particularly fond of the end of Winner because I was able to leave Draco in a very good place that felt right for the fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really I think. I get the occasional rude bookmark rating. Once, a very unpleasant person who sent lots of hate for months over a fairly inconsequential aspect of a fic. And then there have been a few comments where it's clear the reader wanted me to write a different fic, which I don't really take that personally. Nice comments far outweight the negative.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not much. Tender, expressive, evocative. Light on details mostly.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I am not a crossover person.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think anyone has ever tried.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. Two by the wonderful Bluebubbling which I was thrilled by.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've always wanted to. I'm trying my hand with another fandom, but one day.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Drarry. It just hits different.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'm one of those people who has a dozens of ideas. I think I'm unlikely to finish my Veela!Harry fic, I just don't think I have the range. I have yet to successfully write and finish a PWP. Would be thrilled to finish some of my rare pairs.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmmm. I think dialogue, efficiency, and atmosphere.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

More complicated or mystery-oriented plots, the mid-level between an ensemble cast and an intimate chamber piece, anything with significant length, spending lots of words on one scene.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

One of my ideas about writing is that not everything has to be maximally accessible to all to be an authentic expression in a fic. If that's what fits or feels right, go for it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

You know, I found out the answer for sure recently, and I will be keeping that information to myself. Highly embarrassing and yet formative. Let your imagination do the rest.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Winner Takes It All. Exactly what I intended, turned out beautifully. Some of my favourite writing.

tagging @magpiefngrl @lettersbyelise @lqtraintracks @quicksilvermaid @goblinmatriarch @teledild0nix @boxboxlewis and anyone else who is interested

[acacia-may]

Let’s pour some salt together, Acacia~!/lh 💖

If it’s not too much trouble, can I ask #7 generally, #10 for Fairy Tail and Black Clover, and finally #25 for Demon Slayer?

It’s several questions and a bit all over the pl s so I hope you don’t mind… 😅

Cheers, Erika! 🥂 Thanks for the chance to get a little bit salty about so many different things! ^^

Necessary disclaimer above the cut: These are just my own personal opinions based on my personal tastes, perceptions, and feelings regarding the series, stories, and characters and their relationships. I genuinely have the utmost respect and absolutely no ill will towards anyone who has a different opinion than me. In fact, I have always said that one of the greatest things about fandom is that we can all experience and perceive these amazing stories and characters in very different ways but still love them. Even some of my dearest fandom friends enjoy different pairings than me or see our shared favorite characters in wildly different ways than I do. I personally find it very rewarding to have respectful conversations about our differences of opinion, and I hope that my opinions will also be respected. Also, I don't vibe with just mindless bashing things, so even though this is about to get very salty and a little snarky, I'll try to keep it respectful and all in good fun. I am not tagging anything and am hiding my thoughts under the cut so you all don't have to be subjected to my hot takes and "Salty Acacia," if you don't want.

MAJOR Spoilers for Demon Slayer below the cut. You've been warned.

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

ATTACK ON TITAN/SNK. My sister says I need a swear jar because I can just rant for hours about how I was just so personally, viscerally disappointed with how that series ended (made all the worse because I had several years of investment in it). As a disclaimer, I still like my favorite characters and the side story "No Regrets" will always be **Chef's Kiss** but yeah...you could not pay me to watch or read it ever again.

But again, disclaimer, that's just me. It's my cousin's favorite anime of all time, and he loved the ending. Everyone's different.

As for anything else from fandoms I actually talk about...I'm not sure there is anything. Like everyone with an online presence, I have definitely been disturbed, appalled, and otherwise very upset by things I've seen on the internet, but that's what the block button is for (and I know it's all peace, love, & good vibes around here, but I block aggressively, actively, and unapologetically when the situation warrants it). As a general rule though, I try not to let what other people think get to me and ruin the things I love, and in that way, I don't think I have ever had a situation where something was just completely 100% ruined for me by a terrible fic, toxic fandom, or anon hatred ect. ect. I have certainly distanced myself from certain pairings and certain fandoms because of that, but I wouldn't say any of them have ever reached the level of "I can't stand it now." If anything, I sometimes feel a little contrary and dig my heels in on that thing in a petty revenge, "Well in that case, I'll just like this more" kind of way, if that makes sense?

All of that said, I have no patience for nasty, toxic fandom environments, and I stay away from those even if it's a media I really like i.e. you mentioned MHA in one of your salty asks...I wrote my one platonic friendship fic and got the hell outta there (nothing bad happened to me but it just wasn't worth it to take any chances). But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy it in real life and sometimes talk about it with my sisters and irl friends. I just don't want to discuss it online. It's not worth the headache & drama.

I definitely get fandom fatigue sometimes where the aggressiveness and toxicity of the fans of a certain pairing or character I already don't like just intensifies my dislike for that thing. But that's really only ever happened with things I already don't like or don't have an opinion on at all, which I don't think that really fits the prompt here.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

Fairy Tail: The anime-only Celestial Spirit Arc by a landslide. It was so boring and had so many pacing issues. I literally fell asleep during it and didn't even both going back. I'm also super bitter towards that arc because my sister got so bored during it that she quit the anime (right before getting the best arc Tartaros). I keep begging her to pick it up again and just skip the stupid Celestial Spirit Arc but she swears she is a completionist and would never be able to do it. So yeah. Can't stand that one! The only positive thing I could remotely say about it was that Levy on the game show was kind of entertaining, but overall the whole arc was kind of just like a boring bizarre dream I'd like to forget about.

For arcs that appeared in both the anime and manga, I really didn't like that flute arc (which a google search has informed me is actually called the "Eisenwald Arc"). I'm glad we got Gray and Erza introduced as characters, but the arc had a lot of pacing issues and just went on for way too way, imo. They could've wrapped things up a lot faster, also I just didn't get the whole "evil flute" thing--it was really random and kind of bizarre (also not the most well thought out plan in the world). I will say this arc gets more points than the Celestial Spirit Arc because my sister and I had so much fun making Kokushibo flute jokes.

Black Clover: Gotta go with the anime only arc here too because again, it was boring and didn't have a lot of bearing on the series as a whole. It also felt like a major let down after the high stakes of the Elf Arc. Honestly just not a fan of that one.

If I had to pick a manga arc...uh...I honestly don't know. Maybe the Sosshi village arc? But only because I thought it was better in the anime where they really took the time to flesh out Magna's backstory. It felt more rushed in the manga, but I don't dislike it as much as that anime only one.

If I can pick a character arc, freaking FINRAL'S!! Like what happened here?! It was so, so good...until it wasn't. I JUST CAN'T WITH THE AMOUNT OF REGRESSION. It makes me want to beat my head against the wall even more than he is! But I think this was about story arcs, not characters arc so I'll refrain from ranting here.

25. Would you change the ending of Demon Slayer?

This is kind of a complicated one. My sister and I were just talking about this because she feels there was too much character death, but I feel it was a justified and appropriate amount for the high stakes of the series (even if it was devastating). So for the sake of this discussion, let's assume that the author had a "character death quota" (or a set number of characters who were going to be killed off by the end of the series). If that was the case, I would have axed Uzui at the end of the Entertainment District Arc and saved Genya in the final arc.

If there was a believable/reasonable way that Muichiro could have gone into god-mode and defeated Kokushibo without dying, I would have saved him too, having Uzui take his "death slot." Then I would have saved Genya by having Sanemi die to protect him (which would have been a much more satisfying ending to his arc, in my opinion).

As sad as the other deaths were (*weeps about ObaMitsu*) Muichiro and Genya were children. While it's realistic for them to die, it's especially tragic, and if I got to rewrite the ending, I would prioritize saving them.

Though to be perfectly fair, I would have been much happier with the ending if Uzui had died in the Entertainment District Arc and any of our heroes who died in the final battle survived instead. I'll forever be salty that Uzui of all people somehow managed to survive to the end when so many others did not, especially since his arc had already wrapped up and him dying in the Entertainment District would have been a satisfying conclusion to his story whereas so many other characters who did get axed had storylines that felt unfinished (Genya especially).

Also, Himejima should have played the flute at Kokushibo causing him to lose his cool in the infinity castle so much faster. I'm really upset this didn't happen. (Kidding but I would’ve loved to see him just go completely unhinged over the flute. I make way too many Kokushibo flute jokes…)

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Fallen Through Time

Part Six [3,845 words]

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Also now on AO3 (restricted to registered users only thanks to AI mining, sorry!) and FF.net.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - *Part Six* [you’re here!]

Tag list [let me know if you want to be added!]: @missfronkensteen​​​​​ @dancerinthestorm​​​​​ @teawithshakespeare​​​​​

It was mere days before James encountered Theodora Byrne again – although this time she appeared in much better shape, with more colour to her face and a great deal less swaying as she stood, and rather than traversing structurally unstable docks, she was in the town square. It was a fair day – sunny, but not stiflingly hot, with a fair breeze that kept winding its way through the settlement – and so there was little risk of her being overcome by the heat, as he suspected she had been last time. James also had to admit that seeing her milling about outside of local establishments made him far less suspicious than her scrutinising the build of the ships at the docks. All in all, it was a much more favourable state of affairs. Or so he thought upon first glance.

Then – to his exasperation – he began to notice the details. Most surprising of all to him was the fact that she could not be blamed for any of the aspects of her current situation that he found distasteful. She stood unmoving as a monument on the street by the jeweller’s shop, her hands folded before her amidst fine skirts of a deep green colour that suited her far more than the white ever had. Her attention was fixed on the thin air before her eyes, and anybody who spared her just the one glance might be forgiven for thinking that she was lost deep in thought – or perhaps merely taking in the town.

A second glance, though, would find the steely set of her jaw, the fact that her knuckles where stark white…and that there were tears in her eyes. Slowing his stride, he looked about – mostly to see if others had noticed, for the last thing the Swanns needed was their guest having a hysterical breakdown in the middle of the street. Instead, he found the source of her tears. Amelia Simmonds and her gaggle of ladies, standing between James and Miss Byrne with their backs turned to him. Their ignorance to his presence could be the only explanation for the words twittering from their mouths.

“She’s not bad looking – I was expecting a savage.”

“Not bad looking?” Amelia scoffed. “Her nose is crooked, her eyes are too far apart and very beady, her lips are too thin, and she has a jaw more befitting a man than a lady.”

It might have been difficult to gather how Miss Simmonds had put together such a thorough assessment with what appeared to be mere minutes of observation, were it not for the fact that none of it was true. Since her arrival, James had hardly been ignorant to the fact that Miss Byrne’s good looks – which were becoming more apparent as she recovered from her misadventure – would only bode ill if she was a malevolent force. Plenty of fools were only too happy to believe that a fair face could conceal nothing ill.

“She’s tall, too, for a woman – and doesn’t carry the height half so well as Miss Swann does.”

“I had noted her poor posture myself,” Amelia replied, a smile in her voice. “Likely earned from a lifetime of shovelling excrement and hauling crops. That’s all her sort is good for – and even so, an ox can do the latter with more proficiency. And grace. You can dress it up in silk, but you can’t hide it.”

“Not with that accent.”

“They should fall on their knees and thank us for ever taking an interest in their miserable little country. How could they manage without the King’s supervision? Instead, here they are, begging once again for our guidance. How the Governor can stand to have one in his home, I’ll never know-”

James could hear no more of this. Whatever his suspicions of Miss Byrne were, they were far from set in stone, and so there was every possibility in his mind that he was currently bearing witness to needless cruelty against a woman who had already been through much. Sighing quietly, he squared his shoulders and comforted himself with the fact that any awkwardness that would soon arise could not match the regret he would feel in his home tonight if he sat back and did nothing.

“Miss Byrne.”

His voice was unnaturally loud and bright even to his own ears – but it did the job. The women fell silent, turning with slack jaws and parting as he strode through their little group and straight towards the one they’d just been picking apart, knowing full well she could hear every word.

It was little wonder that, when she turned and caught sight of him, the stony façade slipped for a moment and clear dread fleeted across her features before she managed to bury it. Given their prior encounters, she likely thought he was here to make it worse.

“Captain Norrington,” she greeted him softly, looking away and blinking furiously in an effort to dispel her upset. “Good afternoon.”

“It pleases me to see you looking so well-recovered. Are you well?”

At that, she forgot her tears and stared at him like he had gone quite mad. In response, he glanced in the side using his eyes only, in the vague direction of the women behind him. She caught on quickly – although she still seemed barely able to believe what was occurring. Their shock, he suspected, was only matched by that of the one standing before him.

“I…yes. Thank you. Yes. I think I tried to push myself a bit too quickly last time, but I feel much recovered now.”

He forced a smile, all too aware of the utter silence that had befallen those behind him. “I can sympathise – I often find it difficult to remain idle. Still, it seems to have done you good.”

“It has. That, and the kindness of the Swanns. They’ve been very generous with me.”

As she spoke, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, nervously looking anywhere but in the direction of the women (nor at him, by extension), almost visibly searching for something else to speak of lest he go racing off and leave him at the mercy of her critics once again.

“And what brings you into town today, might I ask?” he asked, clasping his hands behind his back and trying – for the first time in his life – to appear as easy and sociable as Groves.

It didn’t come particularly naturally to him. Nor did he wish it to.

“Fresh air…some window-shopping…and, well, an ill-fated errand.”

His brow furrowed. “You wish to purchase a window?”

A laugh bubbled up and out of her throat at that – and it was difficult to say who was more surprised by it, James or Miss Byrne herself, for she quashed it quickly and he found himself oddly disappointed by that fact.

“Sorry – no. It’s just a turn of phrase.”

It was then that he became aware of the predicament he’d stepped into. He’d entered this small-talk expecting Miss Byrne to use it as a way of excusing herself and slipping away, but she showed now signs of doing so. However, if he said his goodbyes and left her now, as he would have without any outside factors, the chatter would resume. Likely twice as fiercely, at that.

The pragmatic part of him may have been trying to furiously insist that he’d given her ample opportunity to take her leave and that she had not, so her predicament was thusly her own fault. But though her hands had unfurled from the tight fists they’d been in, there was still a distinct sheen to her gaze, and her jaw was clenched so fiercely shut that it was a wonder her teeth had not begun to crack. Could it be that she was so distressed that she hadn’t recognised the exit he was providing her with?

“Perhaps…” he hesitated, and then resigned himself to his fate, “Perhaps I might walk you back to the Governor’s mansion, and you can tell me of this ill-fated errand.”

She blinked at him with wide eyes, and it was of some strange relief to him when he found that she was as reluctant to accept the offer as he had been to give it. In fact, she even seemed tempted to ask if he really meant it. Thankfully, she thought better of it. And then, for better or for worse, and accepted.

“All right. That would be nice – thank you. Maybe I could use the advice of a real Port Royal expert.”

There was no denying she’d piqued his curiosity with that, and so James turned and waited for her to step into place by his side before they would walk. The journey, unfortunately, would take them right alongside the women he’d just all but rescued her from, but James had faced greater perils – and if Miss Byrne’s story was to believed, so had she. He had to admit, however begrudgingly, that he was impressed by how she raised her chin and walked by them as if they hadn’t just come perilously close to driving her to tears. He’d half expected her to brave the steps with her gaze cast downwards and her fingers picking anxiously at the sleeves of her dress.

All the same, once they turned the first corner and were out of sight (and now, likely, a hot topic of discussion), her shoulders dropped a good few inches in relief and she sighed quietly.

“Thank you for that. Really.”

He saw no use in playing coy and pretending he did not know what she meant.

“It was no trouble.”

“It was kind. And it was highly appreciated.”

It was then that James recalled words spoken to him by Governor Swann – as he fought Miss Byrne’s case, following their unfavourable introduction.

It seems to me that Miss Byrne, through circumstances we are not yet aware of, has learned over the course of her life not to expect kindness, nor help. Perhaps not even decency. That is where her words came from, not disrespect. Elizabeth says Miss Byrne ties herself in knots every time we have the servants alter one of my daughter’s dresses so that she can wear them once she is well enough, you know. Hardly the behaviour of one setting out to take what she can and give nothing back. And Elizabeth has a mind to adjust that sad world-view for the better, and I have no mind to dissuade her from that goal – especially not as she herself seems all the happier for it.

James had not the heard to argue with that. Not then, and not now. The Governor had referenced the fact, albeit tactfully, that Elizabeth had not managed to find any kindred spirits among the Port Royal ladies. Given the display he’d just witnessed, James could see why. If Miss Byrne proved to be a remedy to that fact, he could never begrudge her that. So long as Miss Byrne meant no harm. And he had not enough proof of that to be comfortable. Yet.

“You don’t have to walk me back, you know. They can’t see us – I can make the rest of the way on my own.”

“I said that I would,” he said, “And you have not yet told me of this ill-fated errand. I confess myself curious.”

She sighed and continued walking alongside him. At first he thought she meant not to answer at all, but when he glanced at her again he found her frowning at the path ahead, and he could see she was trying to decide where best to begin.

“That sort of thing doesn’t usually get to me,” she said finally. “I don’t usually…cry. It was ridiculous of me, I shouldn’t have gotten upset – I shouldn’t have given them any sort of reaction. It was what they were after.”

James bowed his head, uncomfortable with the turn the conversation had unexpectedly taken. “It was understandable.”

“Maybe, but it was also stupid. I’d just been in to see the jeweller, you see.”

“The jeweller?” he frowned.

A strange destination for one who had washed up on their shores with nothing.

“Yes, it’s…”

Trailing off, she sighed once more and then sifted through her skirts in order to find the pockets concealed within. Once found, she reached a hand in and withdrew what looked to be a necklace – and a strange necklace, at that. The chain was thicker than most, with a solid but cleanly cut heart-shaped pendant. It was flat, albeit just slightly thicker than a shilling, with no engravings or jewels adorning it. Still, simplistic or no, it was fine. Surprisingly fine. And were it a souvenir from past misdeeds, he doubted she’d be so foolish as to needlessly showcase it around Port Royal.

“May I?” he asked.

She handed it to him. Reluctantly. James was almost tempted to be amused by that – what did she think? That he would abscond with it? Or send it hurtling into the bushes? She trusted him enough, at least, to comply. He could work with that.

“This is all I have from home,” she explained. “It was a birthday gift from my father a few years ago. Elizabeth is very taken with it, she says she’s never seen anything similar around here. And you have to understand, when I eat it’s from their kitchen, when I dress it’s from Elizabeth’s wardrobe, when I sleep it’s under their roof, when I needed a doctor it was them that paid the bill, and I…I have nothing. I have no way to show my thanks in a way that could ever be sufficient.”

Seeing that she was far from finished, James handed her the necklace back wordlessly. She accepted it quickly, holding it tightly in her fist as she brought it to her chest in a way that didn’t seem entirely deliberate.

“If it wasn’t so sentimental, I’d give her it in a heartbeat. But it was from my father, and I don’t know if…well.”

A moment was needed, then, for her to collect herself.

“Miss Swann would never knowingly accept it, given all that you have said of it, if indeed she knows how much it means to you,” he said – aware of how the awkwardness seeped into his voice.

“I know that. And it wouldn’t be much of a thank-you gift if she’d only feel guilty once she knew all of the facts. So I went to the jeweller today – I had a few coins from home and I knew that even if they weren’t valued as money, they might be worth something. He pretty much laughed in my face and told me it would barely be enough to make a necklace of tin. Elizabeth doesn’t seem like a tin kind of lady. Offering her nothing would be better than offering her that.”

“I’m sure she would appreciate the gesture, if nothing else.”

“Of course she would, she’d be very kind about it, but that would just make it even more embarrassing. Like when a child makes something and you pretend it’s a masterpiece in order to please them.”

James snorted, watching with curiosity as she opened up her palm again and frowned down at the necklace.

“Maybe I should just give her it,” she sighed quietly. “It’s only a thing. My dad would laugh if he saw how much sentimental value I was putting on it.”

Something in that statement gave him pause. Could it be that she truly was the daughter of a soldier, then? How often had it been hammered into his men (and James himself, too, when he was a lad) not to place too much sentimental value on things. Things, after all, could be all to easily lost in the heat of battle – particularly when that battle was at sea. Even more foolish than falling apart over it was to risk one’s life to try and retrieve it before the ship went down. It seemed a strange mindset for a man to pass down onto his daughter, but James could not pretend he was blind to the logic in it.

“The choice is yours. However…I would caution you against it.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, and then seemed to give herself a shake. “Yes. You’re probably right. Anyway, the jeweller wasn’t particularly kind about the whole thing – so I was grappling with the disappointment, the embarrassment of being treated like the world’s biggest imbecile, and then…that. And worse, I couldn’t even say anything in my defence because the last thing the Swanns need is their guest starting arguments in the streets. I’d just be giving those women what they wanted – and you know when they recounted their version of events, they’d conveniently leave out the provocation that preceded it.”

A surprising amount of eloquence from one who purported to have such humble origins. It was of some small relief that he noted that it was hardly the speech of a pirate, either.

“Why not leave?”

“I didn’t want ‘em to think they’d run me off.”

“And so your solution was to stand there and silently listen to it all.”

“Well, when you put it like that it doesn’t sound like the masterplan I believed it to be.”

James laughed. Just a little one, but he couldn’t help it – there was something oddly disarming about her humour that caught him off-guard. When he didn’t have cause to find it tiresome.

“I’m sorry you got roped into it,” she added.

“There are a number of people who should be offering their apologies for what just took place. You are not among them.”

She nodded and offered a weary smile – although she may not have agreed, based on the fact that she said no more. There was still much of the walk to continue on with, thus far they had barely left the town behind them, progressing onto the dirt roads that the carriages used by those who lived further up the settlement. The quiet, at least, and the relative lack of eyes on them, gave James an opportunity to think.

Apparently, he took so long in doing so that he dragged her out of whatever thought she was lost in when he spoke again.

“The blacksmith.”

“Sorry?”

“The blacksmith – or, rather, his apprentice. Not Mr Brown.”

“Will- er, William Turner, isn’t it?”

“The very one. You know of him?”

“I’ve heard of him. We’ve never met.”

Uneasiness flitted through James at that, and he found himself hoping that she knew of him because of the similarities in their coming to Port Royal, and not because Elizabeth had taken to speaking of him often.

“He may be able to help you.”

“A blacksmith?” she asked doubtfully.

“Think of the craftsmanship that goes into all of the elements of a sword’s hilt. And a scabbard, oftentimes. Mr Turner is…well, he may be swayed. Should you bring him your coins and your tale of woe.”

“My tale of woe?”

James snorted at the sheer disgust that laced her tone. “For lack of less melodramatic phrasing. Although melodrama is what I’m recommending, on this sole occasion.”

“I’ll practise my blubbering.”

“You did not get the idea from me, should anyone ask.”

“Of course not. Thank you.”

They lapsed into silence then, and he was relieved to find that she didn’t rush to fill it with inane chatter about the weather, or the walk itself. Nor of the eyes that seemed to follow them from behind the windows of the few carriages that rumbled by them. They drew fairly near to the Governor’s mansion when she next spoke.

“I’m not keeping you from your work, am I?”

“No, I was at lunch.”

“That’s worse, I think.”

“I do not ordinarily take it – I use the time to go walking instead, and so the time was spent as it ordinarily might be.”

Even if it was with a touch more awkwardness and sociability than he’d usually opt for. Lunch was usually a break from people, but it seemed she was already grappling with the temptation to apologise again and so he disguised that fact. In any case, if she began warming up to him, he’d be more likely to learn more about her. Such would not be the case if he heaped guilt upon awkwardness.  

“Don’t they say an army marches on its stomach?” she asked instead.

“They do. Thankfully I am in the navy, and so I sail in place of marching.”

She laughed quietly – a sound that was surprisingly soft and warm. “Touché.”

By then they were at the gates that would lead up to the Governor’s mansion, and James had already begun to slow when Miss Byrne stopped.

“If I can ask one more thing of you, Captain…” she hesitated, and James felt warier than he would show. “If you wouldn’t mind not telling Elizabeth – or Governor Swann, for that matter – about this, here, today. With the women. They’d…she’d want to do something. Or say something. I don’t want to bother her with it. She’s done enough for me, and it’s only as big a thing as I make of it, you know?”

James considered it a moment, and then he sighed. “Very well.”

He had to concede that she had a point – and the smile he was rewarded with was not half to weary as the others, almost as bright as the hair that blazed atop her head in the warm afternoon sun.

“Great. Thank you. Really – you’ve been an utter legend today. I know we got off on a questionable foot, so I appreciate your stepping in all the same. And the advice.”

I suppose I found her rather charming. That was what Groves had said, was it not? He supposed he could see why – but much of it was lost beneath the endless questions that surrounded her. More still, now that he’d seen her necklace, spoken properly with her, and begun to suspect that she really had been speaking truthfully when she claimed she was able to read.  

Thankfully, he was a resourceful man. Answers, he did not doubt, would follow suit. He would see it so.

Notes: What’s this?? Amiability? Chivalry? Don’t worry, it won’t last. I know we haven’t seen Elizabeth for a bit, too, but fear not – she’ll return with a bang in the next chapter! She was originally going to be in this one, but the length was getting on a bit anyway, and the scene works better if I slot it into the next one, anyway.

As far as the status of Ireland and England as far as this time period is concerned, here is what Wikipedia says – “During this time, Ireland was nominally an autonomous Kingdom with its own Parliament; in actuality it was a client state controlled by the King of Great Britain and supervised by his cabinet in London.” So while not officially under control of England, I find it feasible to think it would be common enough knowledge for the likes of Port Royal’s upper crust to comment on it.

[mariatesstruther]

Have you talked about any headcanons of Tommy finding out maria is chronically ill for the first time 👀 I need more of this au

i have!!! i believe in my first post about maria having severe iron deficiency anemia i hc that for a long time in jackson it’s a secret only she and her father and maybe jackson’s doctor knows, because she’s private about needing additional help and has already worked incredibly hsrd to get the people of jackson to see her as capable as she is. being a black woman is one thing, but being a black woman with chronic fatigue and a tendency towards fainting spells is an entirely different playing field she doesn’t yet want to navigate

so she keeps it to herself. she hides her fatigue and cold feet and joint pain, until on bad days she can’t. sometimes her father notices and immediately makes up an excuse for them to go home; he often covers for her by saying he’s tired asking her to take him to go lay down. maria’s father is in his 80s, the oldest in jackson and the oldest man many of the kids born in jackson have ever met, so no one questions when he needs rest, or a day off, or even an entire string off days to himself—residents assume he’s being taken care of by his daughter, when really it’s the other way around. hank makes sure maria spends as much time as possible bundled up in her bed, warm water packs wrapped around her hands and feet with the comfiest towels jackson has. he asks dina’s older sister talia to bring them extra eggs and red meat with their meals—as maria’s best friend, she’s worked out at this point who really needs them, but respects maria’s privacy and space to do it without question

i think in this time where she’s trying to keep it private, tommy definitely notices something is up with her health wise that she’s not being forthcoming about. because he’s slowly but surely falling in love with her, he pays extra attention: he sees how she wears gloves on days even when the temperature goes up into the 60s, about once a month she seems to get a cold so intense she nearly dies, and about the same time during dinner every night, all the energy seems to drain out of her in one giant whoosh, leaving her barely able to talk to anyone but talia or her father (or, on days where God decides to bless tommy, him too) as she picks at what’s left of her food. eating wise too, she seems to need a lot of meats and grains: any seasons where jackson is limited on them, her energy seems to wane greatly. and he recognizes enough signs of chronic pain on her from joel, who always seemed to be tryin to hide winces and hold back groans, too. within six month of being in jackson he knows for sure that something is up, but he also knows it’s none of his business and maria could still kick his ass if she wanted to, so. he doesn’t ask

until the dreaded day she faints into his arms. (this next part is from my og iron deficient maria post, also under chronically ill maria au tag): after her father dies, no one in jackson besides talia and her doctor is left to know about her deficiency, because she doesn’t want to tell anyone. she’s not used to nor comfortable with people besides her dad caring and worrying about her, so she doesn’t expect anyone to want to know. she doesn’t think it’s useful information for the community, so why not just keep it to herself, right? wrong. tommy and jackson residents definitely find out because, one day while it’s a little too hot out she just, like, FULL ON faints while tommy’s repair group was working on a weak part of the wall. tommy catches her before she fell because he’s right there flirting with her, and everyone is like??????? YO???? MARIA??????? SOMEBODY GET THE MEDIC WTF??? everyone is freaking iut, including buckley, who is barking up a storm and whining and has to be comforted by talia while he attempted to lick at maria’s face

she wakes up a few seconds after and is just like “sorry yall :) happens sometimes” and everyone is like WHAT THE FUCK. MARIA. tommy and her bestie talia (dina’s older sis) very pointedly do not leave her side for like two days. buckley starts following her around for like two weeks straight until he deems that she’s Okay According To Buckley, Very Much Not Going To Faint. from then on tommy, talia, and the rest of jackson start paying a lot closer attention to their favorite local government gal

so so so much love to u @bearrycool

[newervegas]

okok sleep deprived BUUT i think i have the j//jk verse figured out so far!!!!!!

three clowns atm!! shiori (g*ojo), minako (t*oji + ch*oso) and kanna (n*anami) !!!!!!! 🌸💕

minako is g/ojos older sister (by a few years she graduated college and was in her first year as a teacher in ye olde flashback era of when g*ojo and besties were in school) she was married and thus and still into today she uses her late spouses surname mizuhara.

shiori is either n//aoyas twin but they weren’t really close as kids and aren’t close now so there isn’t much to that?? (or maybe they were but now its strained due to yk succession who gets to be heir i am not quite sure about that yet!! oo it would give s//uccesiion but make it j//jk OO!!!!!) ORR she’s the older sib of m*ai and m*aki?? and still candidate of heir (?) in that as well?)

BUT ANYWAY..!!!! she was an old classmate of g/ojo and the besties (was maybe in either his year or n/anami and kannas year?) AND BESTEST BUDS. its giving childhood sweethearts to lovers yk? CUUTE.

fast forward t*oji passes….ish. right she and him after they grad they raise her nephew together (he even has a room at her apartment they’ve been SUUPER married but never got together what gives yk?? ILL EXPLAIN 💀) so her career skyrocketed (as an actress?? model? both????) and so things got busy BUUT like they’ve baaasically been living together and raising two youngins (minako and t*oji have a daughter aya <3) they hang out like ALL THE TIME……. and yet not married 💀

(but i mean thats not to say they’ll never yk *giggles* shes taking a year off of to help out and support m*egumi at his first year with goj 🥀🤧 SUPER MARRIED PARENTS!!) theyve alsoo been very invested the last decade or so with getting two of their besties together ever since n*anami said he was interested in her since like forever and never told them about it but swore to never tell her about it so theyve been trying to subtly *wheeze* set them up 🥀🤡

WHICH LEADS ME TO KANNAAA so she’s the granddaughter to the principal of the k*yoto campus and she transferred to tokyo so not to have the rep as “principals kid” (she still did alas 💀✨🤧) and possibly get special treatment bc shes related to one of the administrators. her curse technique she uses (its like c*assia in r*ogue trader-ish seeing emotions, curses and resonances as colors and swipes of paint and swipes of a paintbrush !!) and its helpful as she is a psychotherapist these days for sorcerers !!!!!!! 🌸 very much on the outside cool and collected “has her stuff together.” meanwhile that mask hides behind a hot mess teehee <3 also parties a lot chronic partner drags shiori to all of her after parties and galas and suggests kanna “tags along” so she can party 🥀😌 the girls are thriving!!!!!!!!

she didn’t think anything of nan and in fact likely didn’t even know he existed let alone has had a childhood harbored crush on her 🥀💀 ……. and then they reunite when they’re set up together in ep9 TEEHEE (everyone (g*ojo and shiori) cheers they’re brains for suggesting she aid them HUUUGE) she had planned only to be there for the exchange event and then go back to things buuuut teehee n*anami like kanna fell HARD (everyone’s thrilled especially g*ojo and shiori ndjxxh) and thus decided to take a transfer to be in t*okyo HEHE.

SO GOLDFISH BRAIN their curses!! minako (dream walking/weaving), shiori (pied piper if i make her an actress she doesn’t do musicals or play instruments UNLESS there’s curses in her midst bc she can control them and people in the vicinity with her ability (like meat puppets 🥀🤧 BUUT if i made her a model people already would expect her not to sing so i mean it would be convenient??) and kanna was listed earlier!!

(also when g*ojo and shiori finally DO get together everyone was like ????? we thought you both already were?? and they were like 🥀🧍‍♀️🧍👁️✨😶🫨)

BONUS TRACK VERSION: so nan and kan begin as more of a fwb but it doesn’t last im thinking bc teehee <3 BUUT not before shiori stopped by kans place for something and noticed…… something of nanamis there 🥀💀 (like a tie or jacket of his or something yk?) BUT THE WAY SHIO BOLTSSSS TO DELIVER THE NEWS very had to be ✨ so normal ✨ around them lest ye aforementioned parties are made aware that they know 🌸💕🫨🥴

[v-anrouge]

first of all cats are very misunderstood most of the times people claim that cats are assholes that they hate company and feel no love for their owners which is completely false cats simply like to stay alone and have their own little time which i heavily relate to affection is something i really like (only from my friends ofc) and i love being hugged or kissed BUT at some point i will leave to do my own little thing or else ill become overwhelmed and exhausted

cats are afraid of sudden loud noises and get scared easily i absolutely hate sudden loud noises storms and fireworks??? my enemies hate them they scare me to the point of having panic attacks and bring back very bad memories

they like to play with everything in front of them unless i am in another's person house i will take and play with absolutely anything in front of me

they like chasing things i like chasing things it's fun especially birds i like seeing them fly away i also rlly like playing tag

they like to hide under things i really like to hide under tables so i can draw or watch videos it gives me a sense of comfort and safety especially if there's a storm or my family is arguing

they like to sleep in small spaces i cannot sleep unless i am in a very tiny corner of my bed that's in-between the bed and the wall and i make a little idk fort of blankets and plushies to sleep and i sleep in a position that'll make that space even smaller (also must be hugging plushie and must be using blanket covering my head even if it's really hot)

they like to bite people i too like to bite the people that i love i believe this is enough to prove that yes i am a cat kinnie

EXTRA!!! I MEOW TOO idk whats up but irl i meow out of nowhere it just happens okay

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Chapter 42 - Message Memory.

-----Andy's point of view----

Andy: I was sitting alone in the darkness, it was a cold crisp night, a few days after the news about the mate bond I now will share with Evan. Things had been weird the whole day. Evan had been very relieved after the news of the bond, well all of us had. But at the same time he had also grown more nervous. Nervous of what news Akin and the clan will find when they start digging around to try to figure more on the matter. The past two hours he had gotten really drunk, and started crying a lot, it had just gotten too much for me, seeing him like that, so Congo and Daniel had offered me to keep an eye on him, and try to sober him up a bit, if I were to go take a small walk. Getting some air. Clearing my head. So here I was, about 100 meters above our house, looking down at it. I loved this little look out post above us, and often went up here for a smoke when I needed a little time for myself. It was a nice opportunity to be alone, without really being alone. If that makes sense. Without the commitment so to speak. From here I could look through the windows, and easily see people move around inside the living room and parts of the kitchen was also visible. I could see people move around, but they couldn't see me here in the darkness. Kinda a little spy-like, I chuckled cheekily at the thought, then returned to scrolling my old messages in my phone. I had been doing this the past 10-15 minutes. Reading old messages between me and Evan from back when we started having something together. It was nice and warming, looking back at how it all started. Like this one message:

January 7, 2015. Andy: Are you still awake?

Evan: Yes?

Andy: I want you but like just laying in bed… cuddling… naked skin against naked skin being close till we doze off

Evan: I'll be over in a minute.

Andy: See you.

I remember how I used to want to be with him as much as possible, afraid he might just disappear any second. Like he would somehow wake up and see what he was doing and then… poof…. turn into dust particles and blow away in the breeze. Well, I still wanna be with him all the time. But for different reasons now. I smiled softly as my eyes returned to the screen

January 9, 2015. Andy: Evan…. I want you… I want you so bad… fuck

Evan: I don't know what to say…

Andy: You don't have to say anything… if it happens, it happens…

Evan: well, for starters we need to shove some food down our throats, and then we need Daniel off our hands… and maybe tonight cuddling would be better?

Andy: Yeah… you might be right. I will take care of Daniel, I have a plan, just roll with it when you get down.. okay?

Evan: Okay. Still plan to kiss you though.

Andy: Yes, please… I miss your lips!

Evan: I miss yours too.

Andy: Damn! Foods here!

Evan: Ill be down in a minute or two…

Andy: Okay will be hard not to kiss you…

I easily remember how hard it was to keep hiding. Especially after we moved into the new house! Evan lived next door with Daniel at that point, but he came over almost every night anyway. Well, when he had the guts at least. He was still somewhat trying to deny things, not fully having the courage to commit to them. So there were always a lot of sneaking around. Which in some ways could be hot and exiting too. But most of all, I just wanted to be near him. I just wanted him to let his guards down.

January 11, 2015. Evan: Hey… I apologize for earlier… don't wanna call and ruin more of your day… I just wanted to apologize for interfering with your couples weekend. Sorry. Hope you both are having a good time.

Andy: Hey, please don't apologize. We are both okay with it. Really don't worry about it, it happens for the best ;) How are you feeling?

Evan: Thank you. Uh, I don't feel so good. Very sick in my stomach, it seems.

Andy: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that :/ still hungover or is it something else?

Evan: Gas I guess, mainly. Gives me a lot of trouble since it doesn't seem to want to get out…

Andy: :/ sucks for sure! Is there anything I can do for you?

Evan: Nah. It will pass eventually. Just sucks to be alone when feeling "sick". You didn't post any pictures today? You know, in those folders you always post in?

Andy: Yes, I can imagine all too well. Wanna come over? And no, I didn't… spent my whole day with Congo :)

Evan: I don't wanna intrude. I hope you two had fun?

Andy: I can barely walk! :P I'll throw some pics together for you, but then I'll go to bed. Congo is already sleeping. He has work early in the morning… at freaking 7!!!! He has to get up at 6!!!! >:(

Evan: You don't have to. You are too sweet. Go to bed. Get some rest :)

Andy: Nah… gotta eat a bit anyway, I'm hungry…

Evan: Okay, thanks :)

I remember how he loved the pictures I used to post in my random folders, well I still do that. But back then I used to post a lot more Yaoi than I do now. He rarely admitted that that was one of the main reasons he was looking forwards to new pics almost every night. Well that, and the fact that maybe he could get to know more about my likes, and that way feel closer to me. It was very transparent, but I shut up about it and enjoyed it in silence. After all I didn't want to scare him off.

January 18, 2015.

Evan: I miss you.

Andy: Then come over silly :P

Evan: No. I just wanted to tell you. I think you and Congo deserve some alone time.

Andy: Congo is on and off the phone for the past 4 hours, trying to salvage what he left at work yesterday, when he hurried home to me. He assures me things are going to be fine, there's just a lot of mess to clean up. Sigh. I was thinking to watch a movie and cuddle…. wanna join?

Evan: No, I'm tired, I think I'll just go to bed for the night. But thank you for the offer. I don't wanna intrude. you need time alone…

Andy: Please? Its the perfect weather for cuddling. I'll even throw in some hot chocolate and marshmallows? Or how about an Irish coffee or 2? Think about it… Daniel will come back tomorrow evening, and then its back to stalking us… and we wont be able to spend as much time together. You will have to stay more around him again, take care of him and so on… and Congo and I will go on vacation soon…. for a week or two….

Evan: Thank you. But I think its better I stay here. Tell Congo I said hi, and that he should be in bed with you instead of hanging on the phone. I'll stop by tomorrow around noon… maybe we can have late breakfast together, or do something, go somewhere… we will see. Good night Andy, sweet dreams :*

I both loved and hated how insecure he was back then. Let's face it, it was damn cute. But also painful that I couldn't be with the man I loved. I missed him so much all the time, and was so afraid he would change his mind any minute. So I just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, before it would all be over again. It was hard. Very hard. But it was also hard for him.

January 25, 2015. Evan: Andy, can we talk?

Andy: Yes? You want me to come downstairs?

Evan: No, please stay up there… I might lose my nerves…

Andy: Okay? Getting a bit worried now…

Evan: No, please don't… its nothing to worry about

Andy: Okay, but I still fear the worst… You aren't breaking up with me? Are you? Fuck! I'm totally tearing up right now! I mean I didn't think it would last, but I had hoped it would last longer than this I mean… I really like you fuck! I mean, I love you, you know that right? And this time with you have just been so amazing I really didn't want it to end yet and god, I'm so stupid., asking if you are breaking up with me when we aren't even a couple Fuck! I'm sorry Go on Ill shut up I'm sorry I'm freaking out a bit I just really enjoy our time together I hope you know that you have become more than just my best friend

Evan: Andy

Andy: Yes? Please don't!

Evan: Will you please try to breathe, and try to relax?

Andy: Okay… Fuck!

Evan: Relax… take a deep breath… you put all of these unnecessary thoughts in your mind Just try to relax and breathe please

Andy: I'm sorry

Evan: Its okay. But please listen to me when I say there's nothing to worry about, okay?

Andy: Okay

Evan: Now please listen to this as well…. I like you too and you have also become more than my best friend I can't say I'm okay with things…. you know… I'm still pretty lost in all of this…. But as long as you are with me in this, I feel I don't know… I feel not so lost I feel we have become a lot closer since Christmas, and it means a lot to me… you mean a lot to more… more than I would like to admit I'm sorry I want us to hide this thing between us…. I just need time to figure it out… I'm scared…. And I'm sorry that kinda gets taken out on you when you have to hide with me… but I think/hope you understand why I do it I'm not ashamed of you, not at all… I don't think there's any shameful in being gay or doing gay things… I can't explain better… I just hope you understand at least half of what I try to say At this point I don't really know what to do when I'm not around you… I kinda end up just sitting and starring at whatever my eyes falls upon… mostly thinking of you… I see whole new sides of you… or maybe new angles of things I already knew? Sometimes I even catch myself smiling just thinking about you… I have never felt like this towards a man before… and only few times towards women… I had a really great time with you tonight, and I apologize I acted the way I did when we ran into Gaby and George at the cemetery. It was just unexpected and very sudden, and I didn't know where to put myself in it all… I apologize I left you like that. I hope you understand it wasn't about you, but about my own insecurities. I will try to do better next time, although I beg to whatever force is at play that next time wont happen any day soon, cause I just simply don't have the nerves for it. But at least I will try to do better around Gaby and George, now that they know the secret anyway. Just for tonight I need to hide a bit extra and try to restore my pride… ego… whatever it is… Just know that it's not you… it's me… and I know that's such a kliche thing to say, but it's the honest truth… I didn't mean to hurt you, and I'm sorry I did…. I never meant to hurt you with any of this… I just sometimes get really scared… and then I just don't know what to do or how to act or even what to think about it all… I guess it was like that for you as well… although I still don't think I'm gay…and so far Gaby agrees but I do admit there are some feelings there… and you mean more to me than ever before just know, that no matter what happens, I don't ever mean to hurt you… I only wanna bring you happiness and love cause that's what you deserve honestly and you make me happy too Are you there?

Andy: Yes

Evan: Okay. I was starting to worry you had left after I freaked you out… sorry about that

Andy: No, I was listening.

Evan: Okay, thank you.

Andy: Are you done?

Evan: Uh… yeah… I guess I am? Did I talk too much or say something wrong?

Andy: No, and no…

Evan: Okay, you just seem a bit distant? Is there something wrong with what I said, or something wrong in general? Andy? Now you are kinda freaking ME out Are you okay?

Andy: Yes

Evan: will you then please talk to me?

Andy: Yes :)

Evan: What are you thinking?

Andy: I was thinking why you haven't asked me to come kiss you yet?

Evan: Andy, will you please come down and kiss me?

Andy: I thought you would never ask :P

It was the very first time he really opened up towards me and the possibility of having something with me. Of course I was ecstatic! But I had to keep my cool not to overwhelm him in any way. Some days I was good at keeping my cool. Other days…. not so much.

January 26, 2015. Andy: I'm sorry if I caused you trouble. I'm once again terrified this will all end. I love you man. More than you know. I don't want it to end, please. I know I probably shouldn't say this…. but… I'm in love with you… Like, really in love with you. And I know I have Congo and all, and you know I love him more than anything. He is my soul… my mate…. my husband… and I don't wanna replace him with anyone in the whole universe, not even A… But… maybe if you can find it in your heart… maybe you could give this a chance? I mean…. not like a relationship or… you know… I know that's too much to even dream off…. but, maybe you could just find it in your heart to stick around a little longer? Just be me and you, a little longer? If you can? I don't mind hiding…. if that's what you need. Its okay. We can be a secret, And we don't have to be around people that can walk in on us. We can just meet at a motel or something. I don't know. Whatever you need to feel safe in this all. I'm just so sad and terrified of losing what we have had. I love you. I'm in love with you. A lot. I'm sorry.

It was past midnight, and he never answered. I guess he was sleeping. But he never answered when he woke up either. So later in the evening when I woke up, my nerves got the best of me, and I decided to write again. Hoping I wouldn't have scared him off already. After all it was the first time I had admitted being in love with him.

January 26, early evening. Andy: What are you doing?

Evan: Finishing up a phone call with my manager….

Andy: Oh… am I interrupting?

Evan: No. Go on?

Andy: I miss you

Evan: I miss you too

Andy: I want you

Evan: Yeah?

Andy: Yeah.

Evan: I want you too

Andy: :3 fuck!

Evan: What do you want then?

Andy: Fuck!!! I wanna get on my knees in front of you, unzip your pants, while you are sitting on your couch, buried in that phone conversation, and slowly start licking your dick…

Evan: You make me hard!

Andy: I really need you inside me right now! I'm so fucking horny! That new profile picture of yours!!!!!

Evan: Andy, you were the one who posted the picture… It's your own fault

Andy: Yeah, but you didn't have to put it as your profile picture!

Evan: I know but I like to tease you

Andy: :3 DAMN!

Evan: Tell me what else you want…

Andy: Fuck!!! I wanna take you deep into my throat… feel you big and hard as my saliva runs down your shaft

Evan: Keep going

Andy: Are we seriously doing this?

Evan: Yes Keep going…

Andy: God!!!! I wanna suck you like you have never been sucked before. Grab you by your hips and pull you closer to me so you can reach further down, making me gag…

Evan: yes…

Andy: I wanna hear you moan and say my name as I pull back out and twirl my tongue around your head

Evan: go on……

Andy: FUCK!!!! I need to cum!!!! I wanna look you in your beautiful eyes, as I pull you even closer and gently let a finger caress your hole

Evan: …….

Andy: Gliding you inside my mouth again, swallowing you whole… feeling you pulsate in me as you are ready to cum….

Evan: ………….

Andy: So I slowly let just the tip of my finger glide inside you as I pull off your pants and bite your inner thighs

Evan: Go get a shower in the small bathroom downstairs! I'll be there in a minute!!

Andy: FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!

It was the first time we had phone sex… or sexting as it seems to be called these days. And I was majorly relieved to find out my little declaration of love hadn't scared him off. Quite the opposite as he fucked my brains out in that shower when he arrived less than a minute later. It was long time before I entered him the first time, but at least the messages gave me the idea he was not hostile towards maybe trying it out one day. And it drove me mad! February 7, 2015. Evan: I want you.

Andy: I just really wanna kiss you right now. Can I kiss you?

Evan: Not here.

Andy: Can we go outside a bit?

Evan: People will notice. I'm sorrry I can't that doesn't mean I don't want to

Andy: I know…. this is just hard…. I would really love to lean over and kiss you right now… or touch you at least…. just grab your hand and caress it

Evan: I would really love that…. I miss touching you… it's so hard being so close to you, but not able to touch you… that's why I drank so much

Andy: fuck! please go outside with me! I can't stand this any longer!!!!

Evan: Please Andy…. I'm not ready I'm scared

Andy: I'm sorry. I forget sometimes. I understand, and I wont pressure you. I'm sorry.

Evan: Its okay. Thank you. I know it's hard for you too. Jut please don't doubt that I want to. I love you.

Andy: I love you too. Please don't drink more.

Evan: Okay.

I worried about him. The family dinner had taken hard on him. I think he was nervous about my parents maybe figuring out about us, and Daniel of course. He had been on to us since before we left the ranch, and always tried his very best to spy on us. Of course it was bound to put a pressure on poor Evan, so he had been a little too eager with the red wine.

February 12, 2015. Evan: I'm sorry I haven't stopped by yet… I'm freaking out big time right now

Andy: Why???

Evan: Daniel found out about us… I mean we had a joint and some beers I got really high Uh I went to bed, thought I would sleep so tomorrow could come faster and I could get to see you and then he came in to my bed, you know, like always wanting to just talk and talk and talk and I just looked at him and felt so guilty lying to him has just alienated us He asked why I wasnt at your place an I told him about the couples date day he asked if I was jealous I told him no he said I looked jealous apparently I blushed so he asked if I had feelings for you… I almost said no… but it just made me feel even more guilty, so I just nodded He flew up from the bed, 'holy shit!!!' and so on He asked if we had kissed more than that one time, and I said yes… he asked if we had had sex… and I just couldn't handle sticking him another lie so I told him yes he asked if you had fucked me or only the other way around I answered that as well We had a long talk about it, and he seems understanding as to why I wanna keep it a secret I have told him if he wants to talk with someone about it, he can talk to Congo, Gaby or George, but beside that no one else, not even me or you I told him I don't wanna hear about it until I'm ready, and that I don't want him putting pressure on it by talking to you So far he seems fully understanding and actually very gentle with the information. But you know him so naturally now when the weed is wearing off, my brain starts freaking fuck so I don't know if it would be wiser to wait over here till the morning and have another talk with him? I mean, he is sleeping… who can he tell when he is sleeping? But what if he wakes up? I'm just really scared now Are you there?

Andy: Yes

Evan: I'm sorry, I know you don't need this, you have enough to battle already…

Andy: But I need you…

Evan: I need you too :) Still there?

Andy: Yes…

Evan: are you mad at me? you don't speak?

Andy: No, of course I'm not…. I'm proud of you. I think you did the right thing and it's a huge step I think that's the main reason you are freaking out Daniel has changed a lot, and he hasn't said more since Congo had that convo with him… let's try to have a little faith in him besides, he knows if he causes me trouble on purpose, the Andy amusement park closes ;) that should be enough to keep him at bay

Evan: I wouldn't mind if it were to close anyway…

Andy: What? Are you jealous of Daniel?

Evan: A bit?

Andy: Fuck! :3 that's hot! And totally unnecessary! Fuck :3 Anyway, sorry I was quiet, I was just thinking about what you told

Evan: okay

Andy: Evan for fuck sake… just come over please

Evan: Okay. I'll brush my teeth and be over in a few

Andy: And you are really gonna show up this time? Not change your mind like last?

Evan: Yes, I promise.

Andy: Thank you :* See you soon :*

Evan: See you soon :* Andy?

Andy: Yeah?

Evan: I love you <3

Andy: I love you too <3

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I was so madly in love, and it seemed Evan was definitely falling for me too. I ached for him. To be closer. And when he wasn't around, I ended up missing him so much, it was almost torture.

February 20, 2015. yet another awkward family dinner

Andy: Are you okay? You're blushing… well you look flushed….

Evan: I have a massive boner!

Andy: WHAT?! :3 fuck yeah!!!! I want it so bad! Please let's go down stairs and fuck our brains out!!1 I'm so horny I'm gonna explode!!!!

Evan: Andy… you aren't helping me! We aren't supposed to… and even if we could I can't stand up!

Andy: fuck! :3 I wanna get on my knees and disappear under the table :3

Evan: Don't!!

Andy: how did you end up this horny anyway?

Evan: *inserts a picture I posted on Facebook* And this…. *inserts another picture from Facebook*

Andy: Fuck!!! :3 :3 :3

Evan: yeah and this… I don't know why but it's kinda like I keep seeing the brown haired dude as me *another Yaoi picture*

Andy: :3 mmmm yeah you have some similarities :3 wait… does that mean you right now are getting horny, watching yourself getting fucked? :3 O.o o.O

Evan: I guess so?

Andy: Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!

Evan: Andy…. I gotta have you!

Andy: !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I moaned softly as I read the last part. Fuck!! I was hard as stone!! Since the memories of the graveyard fun we had back in the early winter of this year, my boner had been growing, and this last part!!! Nnngh!! As I looked up from my phone, and down on the living room windows, I saw him, sitting in his boxers in front of the fire place with a book in his left hand, and a cup of something steaming hot in his right hand. I HAD to have him! So I got up fast, ran all the way down to our home, burst through the door, man he was surprised, spilling some of his hot drink on the couch as my quick burst through the door startled him. And as I reached him, already unbuckling my pants, he moaned softly, and invited me with a cheeky smile. Quickly placing his drink on the coffee table, and allowing me to pull of his boxers. After 5 minutes of licking, stroking and biting, I entered him with a satisfied moan. We had come long since then. We were creating a bond. A mate bond.