#cancer crew fanfic

[opens-up-4-nobody]

hi so so sorry if this sounds genuinely deranged but I need to know did you write a fanfiction in like 2014 that was set during ww2 where zoro from one piece was sent to a japanese internment camp and sanji went to conversion therapy I remembered it recently because it blew my mind at age 13 and I had to reread it + need a kind of where are they now with the author so if that's you 1) what's your stance on the fic today 2) how much of the research was done during writing and how much did you just know beforehand and used as inspo 3) did you have any ideas for where the other characters ended up because I did always wonder if like idk chopper overcame the trauma of being in the war and also just what usopp's situation would be in general what with the political climate. once again. if you didn't actually write this fic so sorry this must look like the ravings of a crazy person. godspeed

Hi. Uh, yeah I did write that fic. I would have been like only 17 at the time. I did do A LOT of research, like the fic was basically an excuse for me to research Japanese internment and WWII history in general bc I thought it was super fucked up. I was absolutely hyperfixated on the topic and my parents probably thought i was nuts for my ability to talk at length on this particular area of history. I just finished skim reading back through the fic and woof. What a bleak fucking story. I was very cruel to everyone. It's frustrating bc I think it's an interesting and compelling idea for a story. But to me it feels like: here is all the research I did and also characters talking in what feels like a too modern way. Plus, I was 17 and didnt understand people very well. I wish I had the energy and motivation to rewrite it. Although, I forgot I used to do song lyrics at the start of each chapter and the tonal dissonance of Owl City lyrics at the top of a chapter of harrowing events around the time of WWII is unfathomablly unhinged.

[punks-never-die205]

Hey 😊, thanks alot. I really enjoy reading your answers. They're so much fun. 🥰😁 A very different question: would you tell us sth about yourself? I mean your age, your profession (are you a professional writer would interest me) for example and how you get to like the Kid Pirates so much. 😊

Awww how sweet, sure anon - I’m pretty open about my age on my main blog, which is linked in the pinned post for this, so I don’t mind sharing some stuff.

I am an Ancient Internet Being - I was a netizen in 1993, when my dad got a home computer for me for Christmas. AOL was the new big deal, and yeah. It was a time.

Anyway, I was 12 then and I’m 42 now - gonna have a big birthday request bash again this year on the main blog to celebrate hitting 43 this July. (I celebrate my age without shame because “old” is a privilege and I look forward to actually getting there in 20 years)

By day I’m a mild-mannered pun slinging tech liaison of sorts for my team. I do a lot of translating between IT and Business, and I do some tech work too. I have down time at work cause when things compile or meetings stall out there’s not much else to do.

I’m a rock star though, by my boss’ own admission, so I have the great luck of not being stressed and being able to write a bit during work.

I was once a professional writer, but that was… not my best time, honestly. I’m not cut out for it xD I’d rather write fanfic honestly, or do a re-write of my OG story and have it be what I wanted.

Fun fact, I guess, I don’t have a degree of any kind. I was working toward a criminal psychology degree out of high school, dropped out, worked, went back to college to get an IT degree - ended up with cancer, withdrew and spent all my college savings money on surgery instead of school and ended up finding a solid job.

Went back to college a THIRD time, had a 4.0, was rocking being on the dean’s list and then work changed our hours, and I had to withdraw again. (I had 12 credit hours and was working 56 hours a week - don’t do that. It’s fucking nuts.)

Just wasn’t in the cards.

I almost got denied a job because the hiring manager thought no degree meant I wouldn’t be able to compose emails, despite two published books….

But things are good now \o/

Oh! And the Eustass Kid - ah I got into OP April 2022 (my return to fan fic was October 2022 \o/ ) and fell in love with the entire show. My focus moved from Luffy to Zoro to Law at Shabody.

Sir Crocodile coming back in at Marineford got my full and undivided attention, but then I read a reader insert story with Kid in it. Went back and rewatched scenes for him and really paid attention and was hooked.

I loved everything alluded to about him, the personality, the view point he had. Post time skip he bulked out and that voice just grabbed me by the throat.

I couldn’t ignore him xD

Marco, Kid, Crocodile we’re pretty much it, but I love writing so many characters 😄 hell I have like 8 sideblogs to keep all the stories organized.

Kid is a beast of a character though, and I love him, and then I met people because of that and that love grew. Seriously Check out @swampstew - she’s passionate about the crew even more than me and I love what she writes.

@wyvernslovecake has an amazingly cute OC for the crew and lots of stuff about them.

I could list a dozen more, but you asked about me so I’ll reign it in for now. 🥰

[galraluver]

This fic is the fifth and final part of this post

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During an archeological trip in Egypt a young woman named (Y/n) (L/n) was getting herself ready for the day in her tent; the group she was with was there to study hieroglyphics in the pyramids which she enjoyed quite a bit. She'd studied ancient Egyptian culture in college and actually getting to see hieroglyphics was a dream come true for her. There wasn't much to do near the site that day since the rest of her crew went to the nearest town to get food and supplies, meaning she would finally have some alone time for a while because she was put in charge of keeping an eye on everything. One camel had been left behind in case something happened, that way she could go get help or escape. After feeding the camel and giving her some water (Y/n) planned on watching some episodes of Voltron Legendary Defender she'd downloaded, it was her guilty pleasure.

Her ultimate favorite character in the series was Gyrgan, the original yellow paladin; he seemed like a great guy and he had a sense of humor, if (Y/n) could meet a man like him then she'd definitely consider marrying said man. Being out on an archeological trip didn't really give her time for dating, not that it would do any good since hardly anyone showed any real interest in her. (Y/n) made sure to put plenty of sunscreen on before she went outside, not wanting to risk catching skin cancer from being out in the heat for too long. She fed the camel who was waiting in a temporary stable, gave her water and spent time with her since she enjoyed receiving affection. After spending time with the camel (Y/n) went back to her tent and turned her phone on, quickly navigating to her downloaded videos so she could watch the episodes of Voltron since there wasn't an internet signal.

She was on season eight, the final season and there were a couple of episodes that included Gyrgan; she thought the series would have been better if he had more screen time, unfortunately he didn't and finding fanfics where Gyrgan was the main character were rare. About halfway through the second episode of season eight (Y/n) noticed how the wind outside seemed to be picking up, if a sandstorm was coming then she would take the proper precautions and get to safety. A crack of what she thought was lightning seemingly above her tent startled (Y/n), it wasn't often lightning storms showed up out of the blue like the one outside did. It wasn't a storm, though; what was going on outside was a phenomenon that never happened in the real world because there was another factor at play. (Y/n) tried not to worry too much when the wind blew faster outside or when the lightning continued to crack loudly in the sky, she'd definitely never heard a storm like it, anywhere.

While the young woman remained in her large tent something amazing yet frightening was going on outside, a portal had opened up in the sky during a certain battle that took place in an alternate reality. The remaining four paladins of Voltron were fighting off Zarkon and Haggar who came back from the dead and intended on getting revenge for the destruction of Daibazaal. During the fierce battle Haggar opened up a one way portal and sent a certain paladin through, not even she knew where he would end up. The storm in the real world only got worse before it started to get better and not until the paladin, Gyrgan, had been sent through the portal and landed on the sandy ground outside before getting partially covered with more sand. After the portal in the sky disappeared the storm slowly dissipated, only leaving minimal damage behind.

(Y/n) had paused the video on her phone when the storm outside started getting bad, ready to go out and do what she had to, although she was confused when the wind died down and the lightning stopped. She waited for a while before she put her phone down and put her boots on, ready to go see what got damaged during the very unusual storm. Thankfully there wasn't very much damage to anything where she and her group were camped out, although then she spotted a strange lump partially buried in the sand several feet away; she couldn't tell if something got unearthed or if the lump was a person, so naturally she went to go check it out. Upon landing on the ground after being sent through the portal Gyrgan went unconscious, the large man completely unaware of where he'd been sent. As (Y/n) got closer and saw who was laying on the ground she gasped in disbelief; there was no way he could be there, but when she knelt next to the armor-clad yellow paladin and felt him she knew that she wasn't going crazy.

"No way. How did you get here? Did you come here during that storm? Hold on, let me get you to my tent." (Y/n) spoke frantically when she saw that Gyrgan, the original yellow paladin, was laying in the sand; she quickly dusted him off with her hands so she could somehow get him to her tent.

Gyrgan couldn't give her an answer, of course, because he was unconscious, although he could still hear her. (Y/n) knew that she had to hide him in her tent so no one else would find out about him, if any government found out that a very large alien man fell through a mysterious portal then they would want to take him apart and study him. Dragging Gyrgan back to her tent wasn't as easy as (Y/n) thought it would be, he was huge compared to a human which meant he was far heavier as well; since he was unconscious anyway she rolled him the whole way, she would tend to his injuries once she had him in her temporary home. She could hardly believe Gyrgan was in the real world, (Y/n) didn't know how such a thing was possible but she had a feeling it had something to do with the storm that came out of nowhere and went away soon after. Until he woke up (Y/n) would make a comfortable bed for him to sleep on and get something for him to eat.

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(Y/n) knew that the rest of her crew wouldn't be gone forever and she hoped Gyrgan would wake up before they came back, otherwise there would be the risk of them actually finding out about him. While the large man was unconscious she took the opportunity to remove his helmet and the upper part of his armor, only unzipping his bodysuit halfway so she could check him for any injuries. There were only a few bruises on his torso which was lucky, especially since his armor cracked during the fall, although he had a cut on the left side of his head that she cleaned and bandaged so that it wouldn't get infected. (Y/n) rezipped Gyrgan's bodysuit so that when he woke up he wouldn't think anything suspicious happened, but she didn't zip it up before admiring his muscular torso. The large rygnirathian man wasn't handsome by the usual human standards, but (Y/n) personally thought he was the most handsome man she'd ever laid eyes on.

(Y/n) wasn't entirely sure how much time passed since she brought Gyrgan to her tent, but at some point he finally started to wake up. She had a cup of water ready for him and she had a bag/box with her favorite snack in it, she didn't mind sharing it with him. After what he'd been through in his universe Gyrgan was surprised to find himself in what looked like a tent; one minute he was fighting against Zarkon and Haggar and then the next he'd been sent through a portal. Gyrgan looked around the homey tent and his gaze ended up on (Y/n), he felt even more confused when he saw her. (Y/n) smiled softly at him when he looked at her, hoping that she didn't come off as threatening.

"By Willow, what- What happened?" Gyrgan groaned when he attempted to sit up only to end up feeling dizzy, feeling the bandage on his head when he touched it.

"I'm not exactly sure what happened before, but I found you laying outside, partially covered with sand. I'm (Y/n), by the way." (Y/n) replied to the best of her ability, introducing herself first so he knew her name.

"The last thing I remember is being shoved through a portal. My name is Gyrgan." Gyrgan responded in confusion prior to introducing himself, even though she already knew who he was.

"A portal? That must have been that storm earlier." (Y/n) said mostly to herself in realization, it only made sense for him to have come from a portal, one of which sounded like a storm to someone who didn't look outside.

Gyrgan didn't know what to think or how to feel, he'd been transported to an alternate reality with no way back, he felt as though he abandoned his friends when they needed him most even though he didn't exactly have a say in the matter. (Y/n) offered him the food and water and he graciously accepted them, he wasn't too hungry or thirsty during that moment in particular, but he didn't want to seem rude. He drank all of the water and ate some of the (F/s) from the bag/box, leaving the rest for his kind hostess who went out of her way to take care of him. They sat in silence for a while since there was a lot to think about, Gyrgan could never return to where he came from and it was a lot for him to take in. He didn't know what dangers the reality he found himself in had, although he tried not to think about it too much so that he wouldn't stress himself out.

"I know that this is a lot to take in, but you can live with me if you want." (Y/n) said after a few minutes, offering Gyrgan a place to stay since he didn't have anywhere else to go; it would be an adjustment, but she couldn't just not give him a place to live.

"That's very kind of you, thank you." Gyrgan thanked (Y/n) for her kindness; he couldn't go home and she seemed nice, he knew that she would keep him safe.

(Y/n) smiled at him, happy that he accepted her offer for him to come live with her in her own home, although until then she would have to keep him secret from her crew. She began telling him about where they were and what she was doing there in the first place, he seemed to enjoy hearing about the things she'd learned thus far. Gyrgan thought her research sounded interesting and occasionally asked questions when he thought something was particularly interesting, he'd never met an archaeologist like her before. After (Y/n) finished telling him a little about herself and her job Gyrgan told her about him being the yellow paladin and some of the adventures he had, ones that were never shown in Voltron. (Y/n) eventually told him about how she knew him, luckily he took it well and they had a great time talking to each other.

[brandyllyn]

Hello!

I thought about you. Just checking in :)

Well let's see...

I was supposed to start a new job but it requires an extensive background check that is taking FOREVER so I'm in a weird holding pattern where I can't get a full time job but also I'm not employed. This has been going on for (check watch) seven months.

After years of not buying a mandoline (kitchen slicer) because I know myself and know I'm injury prone especially in the kitchen, I finally got one and purposefully got the one with all the safety features and cut-proof gloves. I then immediately, literally the first time I used it, got a potato stuck on the blade and while trying to figure out why it was stuck it became very unstuck and I sliced about 90% of my fingertip off. I was standing next to the cut proof gloves when this happened - they don't work sitting on the counter. That was a 9 stitches trip to the ER. They just came out yesterday.

But! I swear to god the epilogue / sequel novella to Love Nor Money is going to come out on December 1st if it kills me. So I've been writing and this will serve as both a bonus story for the Love Nor Money crew as well as setting up a possible sequel for Nico and Jess should I ever get my life together to get around to it.

Also my dad has untreatable lung cancer and is now in a Phase 1 clinical trial and well that's a whole other thing.

So yeah, that's how I'm doing. If you were ever wondering why there's no fanfic moving from me this is all why.

[themaskstayson]

Since I have no one to talk to about this Deadpool fanfic I'm writing, imma just post it here to get it off my chest.

Trans!Deadpool cause I wanna write something that hurts and be very queer.

Okay! SO!!!

It's a trans AU where Wade powers won't allow HRT and he never got to transition before getting cancer and his powers. And while he can still look masculine enough, the Avengers still misgender him cause they're jerks. The idea is how some cis people will misgender trans people that they hate cause "they don't deserve it". I plan on adding another trans character that the Avengers do gender correctly and there will be some drama on that. It might be Spidey cause 2ish years ago my plan was to write t4t Spideypool and then I got sucked into COD fandom for too long and then BG3.

Spider-Man doesn't misgender him, he's kind of part of the Avengers in this AU but not really and I think imma have Daredevil and Moon Knight be part of Spidey's "crew" since in the comics they all are kind of are meh about the Avengers. Like yeah they'll help the team out but mostly cause they're in the neighborhood.

I'm leaning towards Moon Knight was part of the Avengers and got kicked out because of the shit he pulled. Also I'm leaning towards Spidey and Moon Knight dating cause why the fuck is this line of thought canon:

LIKE MARC HAD TO HAVE THOUGHT THEY DATED ON SOME LEVEL TO THINK THIS! BTW this run is trash, do not read, I'm suffering through it just for more Moon Knight content. (Like I get it's a joke but I'm RUNNING with it)

I also am one of the very few people that ship Moon Knight and Deadpool and something about that pairing fuels me but tbh I ship Wade with almost anyone just to think about him. BUT I don't want this fic to be just about romance, like it'll happen cause I'm a sucker for romance drama, but I want Wade to have friends that care about him.

Like stomaching your coworker heroes being transphobic to be civil cause you got your dream job finally and feeling like your worth as a human being be in the gutter while also having low self-esteem totally sucks. And Wade doesn't have that many friends and the few he does use him like he has no feelings cause he makes so many jokes. Honestly I'll probably have him fall in love with his friends to get the drama going but probably will settle for them being polyamorous cause Wade deserves all the boyfriends

Anyways, I decided to combine another Deadpool fic I started where he was on secret mission and he was a stripper LOLOL so I'm moving some of those ideas over but instead of Wade being excited to be a pretty boy, Wade is depressed cause he's a lady stripper who "looks like Barbie with depression".

[duck-in-a-spaceship]

say it back

More House M.D. fanfic! This time with ~chapters~ Also, this is mostly pre-written, so I should update pretty regularly. It's just four chapters, but if anyone wants to be tagged in future updates, lmk

Summary: What if when House tells Wilson he loves him, Wilson says it back?

Well, naturally they turn to humor until “I love you”, “I love you too” becomes the most convoluted, gayest inside joke ever. And then of course they realize they mean it.

Word Count: 2373

Warnings: Near-death experience

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Chapter 1: Diagnosing the Afterlife

House is dead.

Well, alright, he probably isn’t, but he’s definitely on his way there.

And, in a way, that was his goal, so… hooray for him. If he ends up not-dead, he’ll have to host a celebration. A celebration where he proves that the afterlife, right before it collapses into nothingness, is just his office painted in a stark white.

Every pen, every picture, every fiber of carpet has had its color sucked away. Little details, grooves on the wood and dust on his knick knacks, have been consumed by the startling lack of color. Static, the one exception in the room, fizzles on House’s computer.

Outside of his office there’s true nothingness. A void of white shines on the other side of every window, every stupid pane of glass that surrounds him. If House’s body gives up, it’s easy to imagine me might end up walking out the glass doors and disintegrating into nothing.

It’s a tempting offer, if he thinks about it for too long, so House decides not to entertain it.

Instead, he pushes himself to his feet with his cane (it’s an action of habit, he notes; no pain burns in his leg) and crosses the room to his whiteboard.

“Alright team.” House addresses no one, uncaps the marker with a flourish. “Differential, go.”

“It’s not cancer. If it was, we wouldn’t be seeing-”

“No, not the patient.” In big, messy letters, House titles the board ‘Afterlife’. He taps the marker against the writing, turning around to face his suddenly materialized crew. Every single one of his potential employees is crammed into that room, shoulder-to-shoulder, knee-to-knee. One of the twins is sitting on the other's lap. If he looks at Big Love out of the corner of his eye, he starts to phase into Kutner. Not enough room in purgatory, apparently, for everyone to exist without physics breaking down. It was Cutthroat Bitch that felt the need to start giving him the wrong differential, and House points an accusatory marker her way. “You’re lucky that wasn’t actually you saying that, otherwise you’d be fired.”

She has the skill to look confused and offended at the same time. “That’s our patient. Who else are we supposed to be…?”

House turns back to his whiteboard.

“Right now, there’s not much I can do to help Toto and crippled Dorothy, and since none of you are real-” ‘White nothingness’, ‘Physics breakdown’ and ‘Familiar scenery’ are all added to the list as symptoms. “-there’s nothing you can do either.” The tip of his cane slams onto the ground to punctuate his point. It passes right through Taub’s foot. “Come on people! Differential!”

“You’re dead.” It’s Thirteen that pipes up that time, and House mentally fires her too.

“No I’m not. I’m almost dead. I’m on the tightrope with death, and the next person that says something stupid is going to be pushing me off.” Forget euphoria, forget the most ‘intense thing he’s ever done’, House’s version of almost dying was just a more migraine-inducing taste of reality.

“You’re having a near-death experience,” Taub corrects.

“Obvious, but not incorrect,” House grants him. “So, if this is near-death, then what’s that?” The tip of his cane moves up, through Taub, and points out the glass door into the shining abyss.

“That’s Wilson.”

“What?” House turns his head. Wilson is standing at the entrance to his office, the glass door to death still swinging closed behind him. He looks more real than anything House has seen since he stuck a knife into a socket. The applicants disappear. “Are you happy?” Wilson asks. He steps further into the room, bringing the gravitational pull of reality with him. Color flows into House’s office, shadows deepening every time Wilson’s foot hits the ground, details filling out where House hadn’t even noticed they were missing.

House blinks, and he’s suddenly seated at his desk, one foot propped up like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his cane mid-twirl in his hand. The only evidence that the past several minutes happened at all is the whiteboard still titled ‘Afterlife’, and the unnatural white still shining in from outside.

House fumbles with his cane, and it slips out of his fingers.

“Well?” Wilson demands. “Are you happy with yourself? Did you get your answer?”

“Well I was going to, if you hadn’t interrupted my differential.”

Wilson rolls his eyes. “Oh please, you were practically holding Taub’s hand. You already had your answer.” He leans down and picks up House’s cane, offering it to him by the handle. House drums his fingers on the desk, ignoring the gesture.

“Sure, but it’s more fun if you let them figure it out too. Sharing is caring, that’s what I always say.”

“House, take your damn cane.”

Well, it would be rude to turn down such a polite request. House snatches his cane from Wilson’s grip, and slams it into his foot.

“Ow! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Huh, real enough to feel pain, even. Take that, Taub. “This is the land of near-death,” House announces.

“Was that really necessary?”

Wilson’s question goes unanswered. “And that-” House once again points towards the white void that shines outside his windows. “-is death. All that nothingness. No God, no long-lost family members, no paradise, no heaven or hell. Just nothing.”

“And do you feel better now, with your proof that every dying patient clinging onto a little bit of hope is a moron?”

“Oh for sure, real weight off my shoulders. They’ll be thrilled to hear the news.” Pain runs up and down his leg like wires carrying electricity. It feels like his foot fell asleep, and now it’s waking up again, lighting his nerves on fire. House rubs one hand over the muscles, trying to relieve some of the tension, but it only makes him realize the pain is not limited to his leg. It burns in his hand as well, tingling in the palm and spreading out to sizzle in his fingers.

“Of course! What dying person doesn’t want their final comfort taken away?” Wilson is prattling on. “You should tell them their existence was meaningless next. That’ll really… Are you okay?”

“Well, I’m about to start living again, which is annoying.”

Wilson sighs, a comfortingly familiar sound. “Better than the alternative, at least.”

“We could just compromise. No dying, no living, I’ll just stay here. Become the new Coma Guy that my replacement can use as a table for his sandwiches.”

“Why would you want to stay here? I mean, no cases to solve, no Cuddy to torture, no team to play games with. You’d hate it here. It’s nothingness, it’s banal, it’s everything you try so hard to avoid.”

“Well the lack of pain has been nice. Besides, you’re still here for me to torture. I’d have you.”

Wilson shakes his head, briefly looking up at the ceiling before his eyes settle back on House. The pain in his leg is reaching reality-levels of excruciation, and the pain everywhere else is catching up fast. It makes it hard to focus, when Wilson walks around House’s desk, when he leans down so their faces are nearly touching.

He looks like he’s about to say something. He doesn’t, so House thinks about taking up the mantle instead. There’s something to be said here, he knows that. It’s what that eludes him.

Then again, maybe there isn’t something to say, because all the sudden, Wilson is kissing him.

House’s brain has run over time again. It skipped the part where Wilson settled on his lap, stuttered over the seconds where he placed one hand on House’s cheek, ignored the moment where he moved his other to House’s leg.

They must have happened, because they are happening, but the connective tissue is gone.

House decides it’s not really worth questioning, not at the moment at least.

Imagining kissing Wilson isn’t something House has liked to make a hobby of, but if he had ever given it a shot, he probably would’ve come up with something like this. Something with soft lips, with overeager zeal, with just enough gentleness to make House want more.

After a moment, a moment too long and a moment too soon, Wilson pulls away. House doesn’t know what to do but stare up at him in shock. He’s pretty sure he’s dying, now, but he doesn’t know how to say that, either.

Wilson sighs, pulling his hand away from House’s cheek. House tries to stop him, tries to grab onto his lingering fingers, but he must grab onto his sleeve instead, his hand closing on soft fabric. One of his ears is ringing, pulsating in what sounds like high-pitched beeps.

Wilson shakes his head, at least, he probably shakes his head. It’s getting a little hard to see, through the blinding white suddenly shining through the windows.

“You’re an idiot.”

It takes a moment for those words to sink in. More accurately, it takes a moment for House to realize that Wilson has said them out loud, that the brightness he’s squinting into is not a white void, but simply the hospital’s lights shining above him, that he’s not sitting at his desk, but in a bed. God it’s bright.

“You nearly killed yourself,” Wilson continues, as if they weren’t just having an entirely different conversation, an entirely different scene.

House blinks. Wilson is dressed differently, a simple dark green shirt instead of the lab coat he was just wearing, but other than that, he’s identical to the pseudo-Wilson House was just talking to, down to his expression: frustration mixed with annoyance mixed with concern. “That was the whole idea,” House points out.

“You wanted to kill youself?”

“I wanted to nearly kill myself,” House corrects. Wilson just stares, incredulous, the concern in his expression multiplying. Which is ridiculous. He should be relieved, all things considered. Trying to nearly kill himself was much better than the alternative.

House looks away. “Is he… better?” He has bigger things to worry about than Wilson’s concern. He can’t let this experiment have been for nothing.

Wilson just shakes his head, defeated. “No, but he doesn’t have cancer. We think it might be eosinophilic pneumonia. Maybe you didn’t want to die-” Oh great, he’s back on this and he hasn’t even answered the question. “-but you didn’t care if you lived.”

“You insisted that I needed to see for myself.”

Wilson pushes away from the stand, takes a couple steps to the side. Another admission of defeat.

“Was he discharged?” House presses.

“No, he’s dying.” Wilson comes to his bedside, turning to face him. “You’ve already had two near death experiences.”

“Not that guy.” Why does everyone think House wants to talk about his patient? “The- the guy in the car accident. With the knife. I… I need to talk to him.”

“He… died almost an hour ago.” Wilson says it like it’s obvious, like he’s confused why House would even be asking. “Apparently it’s bad to electrocute yourself within days of suffering massive internal injuries.”

Goddamnit. House presses his head against his pillow, closing his eyes. The one person he might like to talk to right now, have questions for, is dead.

“Why did you need to talk to him?” House doesn’t give Wilson an answer. What the hell is he supposed to say? I diagnosed the afterlife in my office? You were there? We made out at my desk? “Did you see something?” Wilson presses, and if House was just a little less rational, he would’ve swore that Wilson knew, somehow. Knew what he had seen, had been there, even.

“Eosinophilic pneumonia.” House opens his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. It’s easier, currently, than looking at Wilson. The old, dirty tiles are a strange comfort. The blinding lights are all-too familiar.

“House? What did you see?” Wilson asks. House doesn’t need to look at his face to know he’s switched to full-blown concern; it’s practically leaking out of his vocal chords. Can’t be healthy, really, having that much care for another human being.

“Nothing,” House answers on instinct. He looks over at Wilson. “Whose idea was that?”

“Brennan. Nothing you don’t want to talk about it, or nothing-?”

“Which one’s Brennan?” House cuts him off, and they’re back to their old dance, two conversations fighting for dominance. “Is he the ridiculously old guy?”

“House, you gotta talk about this.”

“If it’s aggressive enough, it might have gotten past the steroids.” House flexes his burnt hand, testing how far he can push the pain. “Start him on cyclophosphamide.”

“I already did.” Regret taints Wilson’s voice, although House isn’t exactly sure what he’s regretting. Encouraging him to try and get a taste of the afterlife? Not being able to convince House to open up about what he saw? Becoming friends with him in the first place? “Just looking at you hurts,” he continues, grabbing the clipboard from the side of House’s bed. “I’m gonna order up some extra pain meds.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” It takes Wilson a moment, it seems, to process what he’s just said. His pen slows on the paper before stopping completely, cutting whatever he was writing off short. “I mean- ah. Well you… you know what I mean.” He starts writing again, like that will somehow do away with the pink that has spread across his cheeks.

“Do I?” House tilts his head to the side, like he’s really considering the question, like it’s really something that needs his consideration. “Honestly, I’m not sure I do. Care to elaborate?”

“You’re an ass.” Wilson glares at him, but the effect is entirely ruined by how completely flustered he is.

“And yet, you love me.”

“You said you love me too!” He gestures with the clipboard, brandishing it at House like a weapon. “I can’t-” He cuts himself off with a sigh. “I’ll come back later to make sure you haven’t found some new way to kill youself.”

“I’ll miss every second you’re away, darling!”

“Goodbye House!” The glass door clangs shuts behind him.

House smiles, looking back up to the dirtied tile and bright lights. Maybe his little brush with death wasn’t such a waste after all.

[are-we-really-doing-this]

17 Questions

Tagged by @goddamnedamericanjedi thank you!!!

Nickname: Snowy (not on Tumblr, here I'm just a lil acronym)

Sign: Cancer (emotional boyo)

Height: 5'11" (in shoessss I swearrrrr)

Last thing I googled: "man angry at phone" I did it for a meme, it's like the last post on my blog, check it out-

Song stuck in my head: As we speak? Blind Man by Black Stone Cherry, I heard it on the radio this morning and it's been haunting me all day.

Number of followers: 186, I just realized that's so many people holy fuck-

Amount of sleep: Anywhere from 4 to 9 hours of sleep depending on the day. I've been on the short end recently.

Lucky number(s): 1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, etc.

Dream job(s): Child psychiatrist, part-time musician, pro wrestler (in the childlike dreamer kind of way), clothing designer/stylist, makeup/tattoo artist, and lowkey? s///ugar b///aby

Wearing: Big swishy athletic pants (black with red + white lines), white t shirt with black sleeves (rolled up), black form tank (underneath), my most comfy pair of boxer briefs, crew cut Puma socks, diy bootleg Adidas (courtesy of me), camo bandana, crucifix, holy medal.

Movies/books that summarize me: Dogma (for lapsed Catholic and stoner comedy reasons among MANY things)

Favorite song: Right now? What Color Is Death by Acid Bath also holy FUCK was I not singing the right words to that shit-

Favorite instrument: if you know me you know I'm a bass boy

Aesthetic: y2k, skate, hick, softcore gorecore (on my sideblog)

Favorite author: I say fanfic authors count so fuck you, my answer is glitchesaintshit on Ao3

Favorite animal noise: The meow my cats make when I go to let them outlside, it's like they're complaining in the most polite way

Random: I've never gone farther west than Pensacola, I hate cinnamon extract, I'm a fantastic cook, I write pretty good amateur poetry, and I should probably go to bed right now!

I don't think imma tag anyone because this is a lot of questions, so feel free to answer how you like if you see this :)

[shoutydwarf]

btw nobody would punch him because A) they don’t care but also B) none of them actually have a canon close relationship with thane, mistrusting him is actually the right and smart thing to do because your shepard hasn’t read 400k words worth of fanfic about drell dick & the reality of thane is that he IS an assassin hired by money, and jacob didn’t even say anything especially out of pocket but even if he did? even if he looked thane in the eye and said “cancer frog boy lol”? i would do the bioware lean and supportively gaze at him during thanes half cocked response the same way i did during miranda & jacks and tali & legions pissing matches because i have critical thinking skills and appreciate a crew that didn’t come straight out of disney world and has some nuance to their relationships

anyway

[elianasdesires]

NEW OUTERBANKS FANFIC ON WATTPAD

Consume- Jj maybank Fanfic, Elianasdesires on wattpad

Georgina Forbes. She was easy to understand when it came to her likings. She was fond of pretty things. Dainty bracelets , shiny dangling earrings, polished manicures anything that sparkled in the light, you name it. The thing she was fond of most? lipgloss.

At first glance she seemed like any other dirty rich Kook on figure 8.

But she wasn't.

She used to live down at the cut as a kid, spending her days hanging round' a certain group of boys. They were her friends—no, they were her family. Growing up Georgina never truly had present parents. They present in the sense that they were alive and well but were barely present in her life.

She could only count on her crew. The pogues.

She met John B, Pope and Jj in the second grade. The boys were so sure Georgina or "Gina" (as they called her) was the coolest chick they'd ever known.

Gina was 13, slightly hormonal and angry at the word when DCS; Kildare Islands Detective Child Services came to do an overall assessment on her environment and living conditions after rumours that her parents had skipped town came afloat to the other residents of the cut. It was true. She was an unanticipated minor living by herself with no Guardian whatsoever, and DCS figured that out too.

The Forbes girl was placed into the system, before some kooks on figure 8 saw an opportunity to 'do the world some justice'  and take in the 'damaged girl from the cut'.

She wasn't damaged but she was from the cut.

These days she seems to forget where she came from while she's sipping on those Martinis down at the Country Club turning her nose up at passing by pogues like any other kook.

Her friendship with the pogues got cancer and died an unwavering death. 'Gina'— the girl they once knew dying alongside her Pogue identity.

As time passed Georgina realised she did enjoy the luxury of Figure 8. She enjoyed having her nails always perfectly manicured to her liking and she liked knowing she practically had an unlimited stock of lipgloss too.

Georgina Forbes enjoyed being the Kook princess. She might have turned into a major bitch,

but atleast she was rich and pretty!

[hylianengineer]

Ooh, hey I have weird asexual kink recommendations! Starting with everything @sigynpenniman has ever written, but also I have more. (Pretty much entirely fanfic because that is what I spend my time reading.) And yes you should totally write some asexual kinky stuff yourself, it's awesome, but I find that reading and writing about it are both satisfying and fun in different ways.

Also, I'm not entirely clear on where the line is between asexual kink and non-kink stuff so I'm taking my best guess. I think it kind of means different things to everyone.

Medical Stuff

Tales From the 212th Medbay - Star Wars The Clone Wars, very realistic depictions of medicine except for the fact that it's, well, Star Wars. It's not as soft as Sigyn's stuff but it deals with consent, medical trauma, bodily autonomy, etc. Everything else by this author is also fantastic, but you'd better read the content warnings because some of it is intense.

🦷 Toothache 🦷 - this is a series of OFMD oneshots featuring anxiety related to dental care

pushing through (it's only pain) - we're all in agreement that hiding injuries out of fear of being a nuisance and then someone finding out and caring for them anyway is shrimp emotions, right? The fandom for this is the Greatcoats series but I read it completely fandom blind.

A Most Malignant Technology - this is DS9 Garashir, and significantly less asexual than anything else on this list. In that it does become sexual in later chapters, but the sections before that are just about medical stuff - extremely intimate and explicit medical stuff, but not in a sexual way.

sometimes the past gets in the way - yes I AM still out here reading Sherlock fanfic in 2024 and I have no shame. This is about medical anxiety and trauma, but goes in a very unexpected direction with the source of that trauma.

Time to Rest - it's a pokemon fic about being gently persuaded to take care of yourself, what more do you need?

I'll treat you decent - OFMD fic about learning to accept help and let people take care of you. It's kind of medical but that's not the main focus.

The Healing Properties of Felt-Tip Pens - This is an Avengers piece about the trauma of super-healing, when you've been through something horrible but have no scars to show for it.

In His Hands - Lord of the Rings, focuses on trust and loyalty

connective tissue - Star Trek Discovery

Non-medical stuff

Slight Softness Included - a series of Doctor Who oneshots about platonic intimacy

Do you even lift? - random physical intimacy is kinky, right? This is about Una from Star Trek Strange New Worlds carrying her crew members for various reasons.

Fringe Benefits - A Strange New Worlds Fic about Pike and Una sharing a bathroom and bonding over it. Including Pike braiding Una's hair. It's just lots of platonic intimacy.

Into the Air - Batman fandom, nonsexual and nonromantic ABO dynamics. There's a lot of similar fics in this fandom and I kind of have A Thing about them but I'm not gonna spam this list by linking all of them.

easy mornings - massage fic which could be interpreted as platonic or romantic but is definitely not sexual. The fandom is a podcast called Just Roll With It but it works fandom blind.

Tensionamento - similar to the above but with a definite lack of romance. In place of that, there is platonic male/female friendship.

Dozed - Star Wars. Platonic sleeping together.

Embrace of Darkness - strangely tender Eldritch horror. Sander's Sides, but works fandom blind. And everything else by this author is also amazing.

Love Is For Children - Avengers series based on nonsexual, nonromantic ageplay and found family.

Stuff That Isn't Fanfic

New Amsterdam, for warm fuzzy actually caring medical care. The whole thing is one giant middle finger to the current state of the USAmerican healthcare system and it's about doctors who work really hard to do better. Please check the content warnings first though because Jesus Christ (cancer, grief, and drug addiction are the big ones but there is. a lot.)

Queer Eye. I've only seen the modern version so I can't speak to the old one but I assume it's similar. Emotional intimacy, people taking care of each other and being vulnerable, platonic affection, etc.

Any weird asexual kink recommendations?

OH I LOVE YOU to be honest I mostly write it because I often find that I can't find a lot of what I like/want already made. so be honest my best recommendation for weird asexual kink is crack open a google doc and find your bliss. chase that warm tingle in your limbs. and give yourself permission to really chase that even if what you end up creating seems deeply strange or confusing, even if you don't understand why it works for you. sometimes you're scratching an itch in your own brain buried so many layers deep even you can't really see it.

and as someone with a med thing, I can't say enough good things about the tv show mystery diagnosis, which is not in any way anything other than just straight up TLC level medical docudrama but i certainly enjoy it deeply. that's a weird comment but it's my truth

[cancercrew-filth]

“I love you.” (Joji)

Anon Request: Joji with a childhood best friend who he's in love with but she has a boyfriend. The only thing that's stopped him is the fear of rejection.

Joji’s POV

I sat at the edge of the front porch steps chewing on my fingernails, a nervous habit I tried to quit multiple times but had no success in doing so. I couldn’t sit still, I couldn’t think…I could barely bring myself to eat this morning. I don’t really wanna do this, right? I thought to myself. No, I can’t. This back and forth battle between my brain and my heart was starting to make more sick to my stomach than I already was. If I leave right now, she’d never know I was here…now’s my chance to just forget this and go home. She hasn’t even responded to my text yet. I thought about going for a walk since the weather was meant for one. Not a cute little small walk, but one of those long hikes that take your mind off of something that by the time you notice you’re lost, you no longer are thinking about why you started walking in the first place.

I exhaled heavily and stood up with my back towards the door and the stairs. I took one step forward and began to walk away from the apartment complex slower than I thought I would, almost as if I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t make it very far until I heard a soft voice from behind me, “Joji?”

My heart came to a halt as I froze in place. Turning around quickly, I tried to wipe the worried look I had on my face and replaced it with a toothy smile, “Y/N! Hey…” I beamed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t read your message right away.” she heaved as I made my way over to her, “I was driving and there was a shit ton of traffic, but I had a feeling you were gonna be here so I came as fast as I could.”

I took ahold of her large duffel bag as she walked up the steps to the door and unlocked it in a rush. I held the door for her to walk in ahead of me and I shuffled into the foyer quickly behind her while the heavy door shut behind us. 

“How are you?” she asked smiling at me as we entered the elevator.

“Um…” I cleared my throat, “Pretty good…can’t really complain.”

I avoided her gaze and looked either at my feet or straight ahead, awkwardly.

“You sure?” she questioned, hugging herself due to the sudden coldness in the elevator.

“Yeah.” I chuckled, “I’m great.”

We reached her floor with a sudden jolt followed by a loud dinging sound. Y/N was brief to get out of the elevator, squeezing through the doors before they even had a chance to fully open. I trailed behind her light steps as she swayed flawlessly down the hall as she jingled her keys. We finally reached the end of the hall and were face to face with her door. Entering her large apartment, I set the duffel bag down on the couch as I shut the door behind me. 

“Thank you for carrying my bag.” she giggled, “I found it kinda heavy.”

“Yeah, it is a little heavy.” I admitted.

“Yeah, I stayed over at Kevin’s for a few days.” she spoke from the kitchen, as she was getting us some water, “His parents were in town and since he lives nearly on the other side of the city, he somehow convinced me to stay for a few days so I didn’t have to constantly go back and forth.”

The sick feeling washed over me again. Kevin. I looked at the picture she had of her with him on nearly side table, polaroids she posted of the two of them on her walls, pictures of them on her TV stand. I sat on the couch and tilted my head back, licking my dry lips as I shut my eyes tightly, I felt the room spinning.

“Here you go.” she practically whispered.

I jumped at the sound of her soft voice. I opened my eyes to see her holding a glass of water in front of my face. I lightly grabbed the glass and mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’. I took slow, small sips and placed the glass on the coffee table in front of me once the glass was half empty. Y/N sat next to me on the couch, her back against the armrest as she sat with her legs crossed, cradling her glass of water with the palms of her hands in between her crossed legs.

“Hey,” she searched for my gaze, “What’s going on? I know you said you were good, but you can’t really lie to me. You’re my best friend, I know you.”

For the first time in a little over two weeks, I looked into her eyes and took her features all in. She was fresh faced dressed in her cuffed overalls, her messy hair reminding me of the first time I had ever met her:

We were eight; I had just moved into the small suburban area that became my new home from Japan. I sat on my front steps squinting at the sunlight, trying to take in my new surroundings. Without noticing the frisbee that was being thrown at me to my right due to the sudden blindness of the sun, I was hit on the side of the head by the flying disk.

“Im sorry!” she shouted from the lawn next to mine, her small feet whisking through the uncut grass as she made her way over to me.

“Ow…” I mumbled as I picked up the frisbee that crash-landed next to my foot.

“Hi…I’m sorry…I wanted to be nosy and make it go over there but it hit you…I’m sorry.” she admitted, blushing from the embarrassment as she pointed to an area on my front lawn.

“It’s okay.” I said as I handed her the frisbee once she was stood in front of me.

She was beautiful, dressed in cuffed overalls and tennis shoes. She slightly squinted as she looked at me, her hand shielding her eyes.

“I’m Y/N.” she introduced herself, “We’re neighbors, I live right there. I’ve never seen you around before.” she pointed to the house right next to mine “…Do you wanna come over and play? I have an older brother so he’s probably into the cool stuff that boys are into.”

“Uh…okay…I have to ask my mom first, though.” I said confused, I wasn’t used to people being so open and friendly.

“Okay!” she smiled, “I’ll wait here.”

I opened my front door and prepared myself to go in before she asked, “Wait! What’s your name?”

“George.” I answered.

“Okay, nice to meet you George.” she smiled.

By the time we were sixteen we were inseparable. Movie nights were nearly every night, I used to hear our moms talk about us growing up and getting married and complain when we wouldn’t “give in” and date each other. At eighteen, newly graduated from high school, we decided to go on a road trip since we wanted to leave the dumbass suburb we were in. We made it a little over forty-five minutes out of town and the car broke down in the middle of the highway. I pulled off to the side of the road, not being able to see with the smoke coming from the from of the car. I looked over at her in the passenger seat and she looked at me wide eyed before clenching her lips together and bursting into a fit of laughs.

“I know I should not be laughing right now but I think we’re cursed.” she giggled, “We’re meant to be in the suburbs. This would happen to us.”

I let my head hit the headrest and laughed along with her. After a few minutes, I tried to get a hold of AAA but I had no service, and neither did Y/N, so we weren’t able to come into contact with anyone for the time being.

“We are literally being assfucked right now.” she groaned as she got out of the car and slamming the door behind her, “Come on, Joji.”

“We’re walking it?” I asked her.

“Well, duh.” she smiled, “We’ll be fine. I know where we are and once we get service, we can call our parents and tell them what happened. And we can get ahold of AAA.”

I got out of the car and followed her lead, staying as far away from the road as possible.

“How long are we walking for?” I asked.

“About an hour and a half, give or take.” she sighed as she kicked a couple of rocks out of her, “Depends on how fast we walk, slowpoke.” she joked, looking at me and smiling.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized.

“For what?” she laughed, “It’s just not our time to leave town yet, I guess. Plus, we’re getting a daily dose of exercise. We’ll be fine.” she shrugged it off.

An hour into our walk, the air smelled of rain and I felt a drop of water hit my forehead, “Shit.” I whispered.

“What’s up?” she questioned, looking over at me.

“It’s gonna rain.” I said before the drops became frequent and heavier.

Y/N grabbed my hand once she heard thunder roaring and we ran the rest of the way home through, what seemed to be, some sort of tropical storm. We reached my front steps and stood there panting for a couple of minutes before she burst out laughing once again. I looked over at her like she was crazy, but I saw her rose-colored glass view: shit like this would happen to us. She was drenched in water, her hair sticking to her face and her clothes dripping water. She took her shoes off as I unlocked the door, we bumped into each other, thinking we would fit through the doorframe together as we tried to get through.

We both took a step back, but we were still close enough that our fingertips slightly touched. I looked at her wet face and I moved strands of her damp hair out of the way and behind her ear, my heart felt like it was skipping beats as I felt a fluttering feeling in my stomach. She looked into my eyes, and without even realizing until the last minute, I noticed myself slowly moving in, our noses almost touching. Suddenly I took another step back and stuttered after I cleared my throat, “You-you can go on ahead first.”

What if she didn’t kiss me back? Or what if she stopped me? I can’t ruin our friendship due to my selfishness.. 

The fire in the fireplace was blazing slowly as Y/N and I sat in front of the warm flame huddled under a large fuzzy blanket together. I had lent her some clothes to change into so she didn’t have to sit in her wet clothes or get sick from being in her wet clothes too long. With her eyes glued to the fire and her small hands clutching some of the blanket, I looked at her somewhat frizzy hair, the strands glowing from the firelight. Her lashes were curled perfectly without the need of mascara, her eyes shining underneath them. She turned her head to look at me.

I swallowed hard, not knowing what to do. I had gone years without telling her I was in love with her for the sake of our friendship, yet here I was staring at her like it was the only thing keeping me alive. My eyes went from her mouth, back to her eyes. Again, I noticed myself getting closer to her like an absolute idiot. I shot up to my feet quickly, “I’m gonna go make tea.” I blurted out as I ran to the kitchen leaving her with the rest of the blanket.

“George?” her voice broke me out of my thoughts, “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know…” I breathed out.

“Is it that new girl you’re seeing?” she asked, confused.

“No. I stopped seeing her two months ago.” I answered, “I need to tell you something…and you don’t need to say anything or respond to it, but it’s been bothering me and I won’t stop hating myself until I let you know.”

She’s happy with Kevin, he makes her happy and that should be enough for me to see her content, and I know she will never feel the same and it frightens me to think that way but for the sake of preserving my mind, I need to tell her.

“Wh-“ she stopped herself, “Joji? What’s going on.”

I buried my face in my hands and rubbed my tired eyes before I turned my body to face her. Y/N had worry in her eyes, she seemed scared, and I knew that she would go from worried to disappointed if I told her.

“The last thing I ever want to do in this world is lose you.” I began, “You’re happy, and you have no idea how thrilled it makes me knowing that you have someone in your life that cares for you, but Y/N…I…I’m in love with you.”

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I wanted to give my soul just to get them back. Y/N outstretched her arm to put her glass on the coffee table but she missed by a centimeter and the glass shattered on the hardwood floor. She looked like she was going to be sick.

“What?” she whispered, ignoring the mess on the floor.

“I have been in love with you…for years.” I whispered in a breathy voice. The lump in my throat returned and the feeling of nausea washed over me, but somehow I was feeling a weight being lifted off of my chest, “I thought that seeing other girls would take my mind off of me thinking like this but it did nothing…they’re not you. They’re not who I want to see first thing in the morning, they’re not who I want to spend days talking to…I can’t eat, I can’t sleep because my thoughts are keeping me awake and it’s not your fault…it’s mine for feeling this way but I can’t help falling more in love with you every time I see you. I search for you in every girl I meet and I fail to realize they’re not you, nor will they ever be you. I spent years hiding it from you, scared that you would reject me but I’m losing my mind keeping it a secret. I try to distance myself from you in hopes that I won’t love you anymore for the sake of our friendship but it doesn’t fucking work. Nothing works. What fucks me up more is that you’re happy with someone else, and I’m beyond happy for you, and I feel like I shouldn’t tell you because you’re happy and I don’t want to ruin our friendship, but I can’t…I can’t just keep this to myself anymore. I didn’t choose to fall in love with you, Y/N, it just happened.”

I felt a single tear slide down my face and I quickly wiped it with the back of my hand and sniffled as I got up off of the couch. I looked down at Y/N and she was stuck staring at the spot that I had just gotten up from, she had tears streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized softly.

“I…I just need some time.” she whispered, wiping her face with her hands.

I took it as my cue to leave. I drove home while my mind and heart battled each other, part of me regretted telling her but the other half felt relieved…but at what cost knowing that I lost my best friend.

Y/N’s POV (one month later)

I knocked on the newly painted front door with shaky hands, immediately mentally cursing myself at what I was doing. I tugged on the hem of my oversized jacket as I examined the eggshell colored door, I missed the light periwinkle color the Millers had before on their door. The paint before was beyond chipped from Joji and I peeling the paint off as kids, and what sucked more was that they discontinued the color at Home Depot so they had to settle for this somewhat crappy color. I heard shuffling footsteps approach the door, it was too late to run back next door now. I took a deep breath as I heard the doorknob twist. The door slowly opened and I was met with George’s mother, “Hi, Mrs.Miller.” I nervously smiled.

“He’s upstairs in his room.” she smiled warmly as she took me in for a tight hug.

“How’s he doing?” I asked in a low voice as I shut the door behind me, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets.

“Better…sort of. He doesn’t leave the room unless no one’s home or if we’re asleep. I’ll hear the door sometimes in the middle of the night but that’s about it.” she informed as she lead me to the stairs with her hand on my back.

She told me she was going next door to talk with my mother and I just gave her a slight smile and a nod. Going up the stairs made me want to throw up, the thought of seeing Joji after so long made me nervous and extremely embarrassed. I hadn’t called him or texted him in a month. I was angry, hurt, and confused. Why wouldn’t he tell me how he felt? We told each other everything, no matter how bad it was, but for the same reason I didn’t tell him how I felt. I was hurt for him as well…how could I have not known? If anything, I thought he didn’t like me. I tried making moves on him before and I felt like he’d rejected me on several occasions, or maybe if we had just communicated things without fear, we’d probably be okay, but it’s easier said than done. I’ve always loved Joji…but I thought it would never happen, and so I moved on.or tried to… I broke up with Kevin the week after George came to visit me. I had love for Kevin but I wasn’t in love with him, we would have arguments nearly everyday and he just wasn’t George. I didn’t know what to do…I was contemplating on calling Joji and I didn’t, I was scared and I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to be alone and have time to myself so I could think. So I went to the only place where I knew I would be left alone and away from everyone for some time: my parent’s house. Little did I know, Joji was next door doing the exact same thing.

I reached the top step and made my way down the hall cautiously. I felt like the hallway stretched out for miles as I walked towards Joji’s door. My breathing quickened, my heart nearly falling out of my chest as I finally stood in front of his door. I held my breath as I knocked. There was no answer. I sighed and placed my hand on the doorknob and entered his room. He was sat on his bed looking out his window with a notebook next to him. The walls were decorated the same: posters of artists, pictures of us and his family members, a couple post-it notes still lingered on the walls told me that they haven’t lost their stick. His room hadn’t changed one bit.

“Hey.” I said, trying to catch his attention as I tenderly closed the door behind me.

He turned around quickly, his eyes looking into mine. That’s when I felt it all over again: the butterflies. His hair was wet and I could smell his shampoo from across the room. He wore a gray long-sleeved shirt and a pair of sweats with some fuzzy mismatched socks to complete his ‘homebody’ look.

“I see you’re still a mama’s boy.” I lightly chuckled as I sat down in his comfy desk chair, “I can’t really blame you, I went home to my mom too.”

“Yeah…I know you did.” he said quietly, as he began moving to the edge of the bed, slowly, so that he sat across from me, “I could hear you crying most nights from my window.”

“Yeah…” I sighed in embarrassment, “I was doing some digging the other day while I was cleaning my old room…and I found some stuff.”

I reached into my jacket pockets, not taking my eyes off of his face. I was happy to see him well rested, but the ashtray full of cigarette butts told me he was stressed out of his mind. He stared at the carpeted floor blankly as I searched my pockets.

“Do you remember this?” I asked coyly, retrieving a gold locket from my pocket,”You gave it to me on my eighteenth birthday once everyone left my party.”

“I drove hours for that thing.” he chuckled softly, “You told me you always wanted one but the good legit ones were impossible to find.”

“Do you remember what you put in it?” I asked.

“A picture of us from when we were ten.” he answered.

“I’m a complete dumbass.” I spoke in an unsteady voice as I pulled out a small note from the same pocket with shaking hands, “I couldn’t get the locket to open the other night…I like looking in it when I’m sad but I couldn’t get it open ‘cause it was stuck. It’s an antique so it’s normal for it to get stuck sometimes, and every time it gets stuck, I’d open it cautiously. Well, I tried opening it the other night, and I broke my nail, so I got angry at the damn thing and I threw it at the wall…the picture fell out…and so did this.” I held up the note and I read it, “‘I choose to love you in silence…For in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness…For in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance…For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind…For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams…’“

“For in my dreams, you have no end.” he finished the poem.

“Rumi…” I said, shocked that he remembered my favorite poet from the one time I told him when we were sixteen.

“I didn’t want you to find it, but part of me wanted you to. So I hid it behind the one thing that meant the most to me, inside something that was special to you.” he explained, “It was the only way I felt safe and comfortable telling you how I felt…even if you never got a chance to read it. People say that some things are better left unsaid, and I believed them, but I went crazy when I thought about how I’d have to live with feeling this way forever and not having you know, I just didn’t think I’d lose you in the process…but I can’t lose what was never mine.”

I took a deep, hesitating breath before I spoke, “I fell in love with you when we were sixteen, and every time I ran to you crying about a boy breaking my heart or hurting my feelings was because they didn’t treat me like how you did…they didn’t make me laugh like you did, they didn’t take care of me like you did…they weren’t you, George. I thought about how there were times that I almost told you how I felt…but my fear stopped me. And I can’t begin to imagine how you felt, and I’m sorry for that. Being older now means looking back at all the times we shared when we were younger…and I know that there were times were I felt like you were going to kiss me but you didn’t…but I know now why you didn’t…”

Joji looked down at his hands before he looked back up at me.

“But I really wish you did.” I admitted, “I found love in places where it shouldn’t have thought to grow because I was upset with the thought of being in love with someone who I thought didn’t feel the same way…I know that feeling of being rejected or feeling like you’ll be rejected, George, that fear.” I wiped my tears with the sleeves of my jacket.

I got up from the chair and put it back under the desk before I decided to face him again. I was slightly alerted when I saw he was standing now in front of me. He pulled me in for a tight hug and I gladly hugged back. To feel his warmth, his presence, just to feel him hugging me again after not seeing him for a long time made everything feel right again. I buried my face in his chest, taking in his scent as he rested his chin on my head before he kissed my cheek and hid his face in my neck. We were stood there for what seemed to be hours embracing each other. I rubbed his back softly and I finally whispered, “I’m still in love with you…I never stopped.”

Joji pulled away from the hug and smiled at me, “I love you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on the tips of my toes so I would be able to reach his lips. I stared at his lips as I bit mine thinking about how I’d been waiting to kiss him for the longest time.

“Are you gonna kiss me or what?” he smirked nudging me gently.

“Shut up.” I laughed.

He dried my wet eyes lightly with the sleeves of his shirt, holding my face in his hands, he leaned in and kissed me softly. It felt right and more than anything I felt safe and home.

[maxhoemo]

hello new followers! I know most of you don’t use desktop so here is a guide with links to my personal favourite fics i have written on this blog!

All I Want For Christmas: Max/Ian Max and Ian spend Christmas together. Fluffy and cute. [LINK] 

Beyond the Veil: Max/Ian. Ian and Max were a happy couple until Ian is killed on his way home from work one night. He becomes a reaper, and must watch Max move on without him. Multipart [LINK] (contains scenes of murder)

Creature From Another World!: Ian/Max Max is a lonely college student who doesn’t fit in. That all changes when a mysterious alien named Eeen crash lands and asks Max to help him learn about Earth. Romance. Cute. Multipart [LINK] 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Gotta Catch Em’ All: Max/Ian. Ian pulls the rainbow Charizard and Max will do anything to get it. Smut. [LINK] 

 Human Cake Post Party: Pure smut. Drunk Max gets fucked by Ian, Joji and Chad after filming the Human Cake video. [LINK]

High School Blues: Max/Ian Max/Joji. Max, Ian and Joji are all high school friends. Lots of smut and also emotional p*rn. Multipart [LINK] 2 3 4 5

Just My Imagination: Max/Ian (one sided). Max is stuck in a loveless relationship. one night, his escapist thoughts of Ian betray him. Sad. Emotional p*rn [LINK] 

Like, Totally Gay to the Max!: 80′s AU. Ian/Max Ian is a nerd who works up the courage to ask out the cute retail worker he always checks out during his lunch break. [LINK]

Lovers to Strangers: Ian/Max. Ian and Max have been secretly together long before either of them got girlfriends. But Ian wants to take things with his GF more seriously and decides he can’t see Max anymore. Leaving Max alone and isolated with his abusive girlfriend. Sad, Depictions of domestic abuse, healing (eventually). Multipart. [LINK]

Lovely Boner: Ian/Max. Ian is a serial killer. Max is his hapless victim. Horror. Contains scenes of murder. [LINK] 

Max and Ian Make a P*rn*: Max/Ian. p*rnstar AU. Max is a popular camboy who is hired to star in a professional shoot with Ian, a seasoned professional. Smut. [LINK] 

Princess M’xx From Planet Penis: Max/Ian Arranged marriage AU. Takes place in the far off future. Humorous and smutty. [LINK]

Roaring 20′s: Max/Ian. Max is a lower class bartender and former prostitute. Ian is a powerful mob boss who takes a liking to him. Romance/adventure. Multipart [LINK] 

Those Sad Eyes: Max/Ian. Renaissance AU. Ian is a painter who spots Max on the street and asks him to model for him. Pining, tragic backstory, sexual tension. [LINK]

[maraudeerrs]

Do it

If y’all like filthy frank/ George/ joji send me some fanfic request for him

[meatycancercrew]

Joji Smut #2

His lips caressed your neck softly, occasionally pulling away to start on a new spot or kiss you, leaving a string of spit. You knew you’d have to put a lot of work and concealer on your neck tomorrow.

You never understood how you and George got this hot and heavy so quickly. Maybe it was the smoking. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was the pent up sexual frustration neither of you could drive away.

His hands groped you mercilessly - but that’s exactly how you liked it. In fact, you loved it when he’d leave a slight bruise on your hips from the tight grips. You knew if one thing got him more riled up than anything, it was teasing.

Pulling your warm skin from his, you stood up and walked to the bathroom (with emphasis on your hips and ass, of course). Closing the door behind you, you could practically hear the steam shooting out of your boyfriend’s ears. But so what? Angry sex was good sex anyways.

Quickly, you turned the dial on the shower and stripped down so when he entered he’d find exactly what you wanted him to. His naked girlfriend, water running down her body and steam building up.

You barely got to remove your jeans when George was already in the room, pressed up against you. Nowhere to go, you had the delightful option of grinding against his already bulging crotch.

Groans escaped his lips. Taking advantage of the situation, you slid from his grip and plunged yourself into the falling steamy water.

“(Y/N)…your body is amazing.”

He smirked and replied with a sassy ‘I know’ before George finally got in the shower with you. To be honest, you never knew steamy water cascading down his neck and chest could look so hot.

“And? Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

George had just been staring at you for a couple of seconds while barely touching you. After all, he still couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to get you.

He grasped your jaw and pressed his lips to yours, instantly feeling the warm sensation of his tongue. It wasn’t long before your back was pressed against the cold tiles of the wall roughly and your nails were scratching pathetically at his back in an attempt to relieve your frustration.

Suddenly goosebumps starting appearing by your thighs - a clear side effect from George slowly edging hand closer and closer to your region. It wasn’t long before–

“Ah! G-George!”

His skilled fingers rubbed your clit with precision and care, while his mouth continued to make purple bruises on your neck. He payed no attention to your pleas of mercy, and never went any further than doing that.

If you were being honest, you were mad. Time to get your own back. You grabbed his length in your hand, squeezing slightly and pumping it minimally without even realising. His face instantly pulled from your flesh and started intently at your eyes.

“Someone’s feeling bold today, huh?” He retorted, pulling your hand from him.

His crotch grinding on yours, he rubbed your womanhood with his tip, ultimately driving you crazy.

“Please, just…” You started, but couldn’t finish.

“Please what? Say it to me.” He demanded, going even slower.

“Please fuck me!”

“That’s more like it.” He chuckled, and so he pushed himself into you.

You groaned in satisfaction; finally!

With a right grip around his neck, your body continually bounced up and down the wet wall as his thrusts jolted you.

It didn’t take long before you felt yourself loosing control and feel a coiling sort of feeling in your stomach.

“I’m close, baby, I–”

“Me too. Just hang on a little longer.”

His thrusts became sloppier, and faster et slower, and not to mention eratic. And then finally…release.

White cum shot into you, just after your climax, before dripping down your thighs and legs.

“God I love taking showers with you.”

[fraks]

let's break down harry's old cases redemption list.

- "defended fletcher maxwell's opioid empire" ✔️

- "jason crawley's weak and deadly buildings" ✔️

- "perkins case" — so this must be the one harry was working on at the start of the show, before he joined the crew, right? cause when parker breaks into his office in 1x02, she says to his former boss she's working on the "perkins discovery", doesn't she?

- "defended illegal fugu importer" — this seems potentially the most harmless case, though it wouldn't have made breanna's list if it wasn't also Very Bad.

- "twenty frivolous lawsuits in one week - a state record!" — okay this one i gotta see. HOW EVEN, HARRY?

- "polluted waterways and gave kids cancer! come on, man!" — i really hope they'll tackle this one at some point, though it would probably cause a lot of tension given how nate's son died. :s ...GRABBYHANDS

- "paparazzi yacht debacle" — lmao this one sounds like something sophie could have been involved in. maybe with nate during the years after they left the team? 👀 fanfic, anyone?

- "cleared bioweapon patent" — as someone who knows some things about patent law, this... probably won't make a proper case for leverage.

- "freed bitcoin embezzler" — duuude your evil lawyering really was all over the place, huh?

- "tom hagen for the memphis mob" — my absolute favourite, i gotta know more about this IMMEDIATELY.

- "cobalt case" — this would also be fun to watch, given that harry won the original case. now to see him walk back into that company—they'd probably be super happy to see him, this guy who kept them from having to pay out millions of dollars, and then he goes and cons them out of perhaps billions?—would be very, very satisfying.

[brokenbutnotquiting]

Tears and Truth

A Nace Fanfiction where a truth curse on the Drew Crew causes some mayhem. Mostly for Nancy. (Post 2x18)

(it's my first fanfic and a little messy so whoever reads this, please don't send me hate)

There was something really seductive about the truth being revealed unless it was your ass that was on fire.

Wasn't it then the funniest thing to happen that a group of people who had mountains to hide—both from each other and the rest of the world—would be afflicted with telling the truth?

Funny.

So. Damn. Funny.

There was seemingly no upside to this. At least that's what it felt like at the beginning.

The truth about George's shortened lifespan, and her attempts to write a will, snapped out of her in front of Nick.

Bess revealed how broken she really was after her back-to-back heartbreak from Lisbeth and Odette.

Ace revealed how much he was really torn about his brother being forced to go back into Witsec, and the sadness he could feel from his father.

Nancy almost confessed what she really felt for Ace. In front of his girlfriend. And then she ran.

The shock on Ace's face told her everything, and she was horrified. So Nancy did the only thing she could think of. She ran for it.

She barely stopped at home, packing bare essentials, and left before anyone could pose any questions. Her phone blew up with calls and messages, no doubt from Bess and George, both of whom would have had to deal with the fallout from her dumb actions. They probably hated her too. They should. She was nothing more than a home-wrecker, Nancy reasoned.

So she drove away.

__________

Nancy was out of Horseshoe Bay when the first tears started building up, but she didn't stop. She knew she needed to put a distance between her and the wreckage she had left behind.

Distance.

Loads of that.

Perhaps the life of a hermit was the only way for her. She really shouldn't be close to people. Look at what happened to the ones she let get close.

Lucy died. Granted, it wasn't her fault, but it's the simple fact that she wasn't enough for her birth mother to want to live–the case made for itself.

Kate died. True, it was from cancer, but she died and she left her too.

Carson went to jail because of her journal – sure, Karen violated her privacy, and Nancy did save him in the end, but he wouldn't have needed saving if she hadn't been careless.

Celia died.

Owen died.

George died.

Ace almost died.

The whole Aglaeca situation happened. Enough said.

She was a beacon of death and destruction, and misery. She should have left after the wraith was gone, Nancy realised. She should have left.

And now she destroyed Ace's happiness. She was sure of it.

Nancy really didn't want to cry. She really didn't, but the loneliness and the sadness threatened to overwhelm her, and soon driving became too much of a hassle. She barely hit the brakes before her vision blurred, and crying was all she could do.

The light was fading fast outside her car when the tears finally stopped.

Taking a deep breath, Nancy got out.

The air was cool and crisp and helped clear her head. She stared into the setting sun, organising her thoughts into some sense of coherence.

Right. So she needed a plan.

Another deep breath.

And she couldn't just run. She wasn't a quitter.

Deep breath.

And she needed to apologise. Atone, perhaps. She couldn't give up on her friends.

Deep breath.

And she needed to get back to Horseshoe Bay. Her two dads would be wrecked if she left as she did. They deserved an explanation, if nothing else.

Deep deep breath.

And Ace deserved an apology. Along with perhaps the promise that she would stay far far away from him and his happiness.

Deep deep deep breath.

And Amanda. Jesus Christ. Amanda deserved better. Better than her wrecking havoc in her life. First with Gil. And then with her.

If anything, Amanda Bobbsey was far too good a person to be a mere casualty for Nancy Drew.

Deep breath.

Right. So she had plans.

Go back. Apologise. Resign from the Claw because Ace deserved his peace and sanctuary, and her friends deserved the reprieve. Explain to her fathers that she needed to leave. And then leave.

Simple.

Sitting back in her car, Nancy finally put her car back in reverse and drove back into Horseshoe Bay.

She would at least try to make everything right before she left.

A few minutes into the drive back home, Nancy realised the change. Her phone had stopped blowing up.

Huh.

Curiosity clawed at her, and she scrolled down the screen to get an estimate of what she was going to have to deal with.

Ace.

It was all Ace.

To say that she didn't feel her body go cold was an understatement.

He must be really mad at her if he had called and texted over fifty times, but hadn't tracked her down like he so easily could.

Damn.

Okay. Nancy calmed herself down. She could fix it. She would fix it.

__________

"I won't accept your resignation, Drew." George barked out before Nick could even open his mouth.

"How did you–" George interrupted Nancy before she could finish, "Take tomorrow off to stew in your emotions, but I want to see you fresh and early the next day for your morning shift."

Nancy looked at Nick helplessly, but Nick merely shrugged. The 'what you gonna do about it' remained unsaid.

"Bess, help me out here," Nancy said, looking at Bess who stood near the door.

"Just go talk to him, Nancy," Bess said with a sigh.

"You are all no help; you know that?" Nancy rolled her eyes at George who rolled her eyes right back and replied with a 'he's out back on the deck.'

So much for a plan, Nancy thought as she dragged her feet.

At least, she would apologise and then when he inadvertently refuses to forgive her, she would be able to get that resignation passed and be able to say 'I told you so'.

__________

He was sitting in the exact same place where she had sat that one evening when he had questioned her about working with the Hudson's.

Nancy stared at him for a while. At the powerful lines of his broad shoulders. At the wheat-coloured hair that curled slightly at his neck. At the long and powerful arms that were supporting the weight of his torso as he leaned back. At the long fingers, she had seen type on the keyboard at unprecedented speed whenever he hacked someplace on her request.

She was delaying the inevitable, and Nancy knew that. Yet, she didn't want the moment to end. To step into the ending that was surely coming her way. Even damaged, she wanted to hold onto his friendship—the only thing she could ever get from him, she was sure—a little bit longer.

"At least come closer–hear me out, before you run away again."His voice cut through to Nancy, and before she knew it, her feet were moving and she was standing in front of him.

Staring at his face was a powerful thing. Ace was handsome in a way that took your breath away. Not all at once, but the more you looked, the more breathless you became.

His light blue eyes looked at her, not in anger, and that was the only thing Nancy perceived before the apprehension left her.

He wasn't angry.

Not enough to cast her away.

If she could lie through her teeth and make him believe that whatever had escaped her mouth in the morning hadn't meant anything and that his friendship was all she cared about, then maybe she could make the awkwardness between them work.

Well, a girl could hope.

"Ace, I am so sorry. I swear, your friendship is all I–"Nancy began.

"Amanda and I broke up." His words took time to ingrain themselves into her brain, but when they did, Nancy felt none of the relief she had envisioned for herself.

Guilt, hot and thick, coated her, choking her next words.

"I didn't mean for that to happen, Ace. Please believe me. Ace, I–"She couldn't finish her words.

She did this.

She caused Ace to go through heartbreak, all because she was too weak to keep her damn mouth shut.

"Nancy," Ace's voice broke through her grief again, "Amanda and I broke up a few weeks ago. She came by today because I had promised her to look further into her mother's location."

"What?" Her voice was thick, and Nancy had to clear her throat twice before the word would come out right.

What was he saying?

Did she hear him right?

A few weeks ago?

"Weeks?" The word echoed out of her.

He merely shrugged. "I wanted to tell you—everyone—but I needed some time to think through a few things. Get some perspective, you know."

"I am sorry you are hurt," Nancy said. He was hurt. How did she not realise that before?

Of course. She was drunk in her own intoxicating feelings for him.

He shook his head, a tiny curve in his lips shutting Nancy up. She waited patiently for him to finish.

"It was mutual. We tried, but I think both of us tried a little too hard. She thought–we both did – that we were far better friends than anything else. It came slowly, that realisation. It was partly like being with Laura again, you know. She wanted different things. She wanted to get out of this town, and she hoped I would leave with her."He explained.

"You did leave," She reminded him, even if that wasn't permanently.

"Yes, and I kept feeling as if I left something behind," he explained, "Amanda kept telling me that everybody feels like that when they go out for a vacation, and that it will get better once we really cross the town limits, but that feeling just kept getting worse." He shrugged.

"I wanted to prioritise her, but I think it was me who was running away from having to face the truth." His eyes were staring into Nancy's as if he was fascinated with everything he saw.

"I was a burnout college dropout. I couldn't focus, and I couldn't find a direction in my life until I met you. Until you and me, and Bess and George and Nick, all of us, we got strung together for Tiffany's murder. Helping you solve mysteries has given me a sense of purpose, something I hadn't felt before, and I was willing to overlook everything else so as not to lose you. Amanda was easier to focus on than the chaos of feelings you usually leave me in," he finished.

"I went to your home." Nancy blurted out then. She waited for a heartbeat for him to say anything about that, but he kept looking at her like he usually did. With infinite patience and a grounding presence. She knew from experience that he wouldn't speak again until she had unloaded everything she wanted to say. Needed to say. Ace was great like that, and Nancy was beyond grateful. She wouldn't be able to say everything if she was interrupted.

"I went to your house to talk to you, but you had already left for your road trip by then. After Owen died, you asked me if I wanted to share my thoughts with you. I couldn't manage it then, but with the Wraith, it was different, and I needed to talk to you about that."Nancy took a deep breath. It was now or never. She had to let it all out once and for all. Those words and those feelings needed to be relieved. Maybe he would understand, and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't hate her for it.

"When I was fighting the Wraith, I was stuck in a dreamscape. My whole life has been shaken, and somehow I could categorise the trauma in four parts. And I couldn't defeat it alone. George was there. And Nick. Bess. And you."Nancy took another calming breath. Just a little bit further. She had to go and reveal a little bit more, and then she would breathe easier.

"You helped me with my most vulnerable self. I thought I was born broken, but you made me realise that I needed to transform the hurt I felt into something stronger to be able to live.

And we stood there, and you were holding me, and there was this moment where it dawned on me—although I think I had known for a while and had been subconsciously repressing it—that I loved you," Nancy revealed.

Nancy let out a shaky breath. She did it. She told him.

It occurred to her that, no, she didn't feel like a weightless person, as every other movie suggested. She didn't feel elated that now the decision about how they will move forward wasn't on her anymore. Nancy felt vibrant, if that was even a way to describe feelings– that the truth was out and couldn't be used against them.

She waited patiently for Ace to work through everything she told him. While she had had a few weeks to accept it and to process it– and make no mistake, she had needed every second of it– even then she had proceeded to freak out in the morning when she had blurted out 'I like Ace' under the truth curse. Ace had barely had a few hours, he would need time and a lot of space, and–

"Say it again," he breathed out, halting her internal ramblings.

He was looking at her with barely concealed surprise. Not shock, Nancy rationalized.

"I love you," she whispered as he tugged her to stand between his legs. He took her hands in his, twining their fingers together as the words escaped her.

"I think I love you too," he whispered, lowering his head towards her. A hint of a smile brightened his face. Softened it.

Nancy smiled back at him as quiet joy erupted inside of her.

"I think I love you too," Ace said again, but as he touched his forehead to hers, he continued speaking softly, "I want to be with you. I don't care what anyone says."

Tears welled in Nancy's eyes as she comprehended what Ace had meant to do. Those words hadn't been part of just some confession. They were Lucy's words. And Ryan's. The very same confession Ace and Nancy had read about in the library while they were trying to solve the murder mystery of Tiffany Hudson with an extension to the death of Lucy Sable. Those were the words–for all intents and purposes, the only known vows between Lucy Sable and Ryan Hudson. Nancy's birth parents. And Ace had sworn the same to her. He knew what those words meant, and he didn't shy away from it.

Nancy tipped her head and finally brought her lips to his, afraid no longer.

She kissed him as she had never kissed anyone before. She kissed him with every broken, hurt, jagged piece of herself, and he kissed her back as if none of that mattered more than the fact it was she who was kissing him.

She wanted to tell him so much more. She wanted to tell him that every healing part of her was for his taking, if he should so wish it. She wanted to tell him that he was the only one she had truly let herself fall in love with. That he was the only one she knew who had seen every part of her and had not demanded that she give more than she was willing. That he was the only one who had waited and had come back and had not left, all in different occasions and all within the time she had known him.

But talking about her feelings had never been Nancy's strong suit. But she felt that Ace knew of it with every touch and every kiss that they shared between them.

__________

There was something really seductive about the truth being revealed.

There had been seemingly no upside to this.

Hadn't been in the beginning.

But the ending sure was.