#i mean as someone who loves coffee this is bitter 😭

[jaegerisim]

Just tried boba tea for the first time

[awbublie]

wait my mc lore just dropped 🙀🙀

mc lore is here >.< fret not!!

they are a glorified self-insert i am shameless and will insert myself into my favorite media!!!

though she isn't a complete rip-off of me, maybe like 60% me

though i do love napco figurines

(edit: im so stupid and thought mx stood for mexican😭😭😓)

relationship charts!!!

caught mc on a good day!:

essentially means mc got a higher score than 60 on a test and just got a sweet treat.

feeling like contributing to society, she helps this rando return a phone.

seven:

both work with computers, he's just levels ahead of them.

inferiority complex kicks in til he starts helping her with assignments and omg im in love with this man.

likes his jokes and his robots are sooooo cool, "you think you can make one look like this? :3" insert image

calls him so he can practice his english and she can practice her korean.

the flirty banter really kicks up and they get their hopes up

gets butthurt day 8 when he turns them down.

jaehee:

desperate for female friends mc is overly-sweet and clingy.

jaehee is overwhelmed and explains in order for them to be proper friends time is needed.

they are now bonding over coffee beans and how mc brought some from her last Mexico trip

i WANT THEM TO LIVE TOGETHER SO BAD

yoosung:

misses her siblings so he's the closest to a little brother.

finds out guys don't typically like that when you tell them that, especially if they are older.

they make up and bond over their no-life life

trains in LOLOL for the next couple days bc DANG IT SHE WILL PLAY IN HIS LOBBYS!!!!

share shoujo recs

zen:

when he flirts at first, her heart flutters.

till jaehee gives her the warning, and atp jaehees word is bible

finds him silly but like in a older man kind of way

finds his costumes interesting and asks about the type of fabrics they use

during 707 route, she leans into the whole big sister zen and LOVES IT

jumin:

not too big with rich people and was quick to form an opinion

finds out ab Elizabeth and everything that they had thought gets thrown out the window WHAT A NICE MAN!

til shes asking about the area and he says something along the lines of "why move to a country you know nothing about? You are simply asking to fail. "

YEAH HES RIGHT BUT HE DIDNT HAVE TO SAY THATTT 😭😭😭

is bitter for the next 2 days before she gets over it

caught mc on a bad day!:

felt with the daddy issues (we cannot control our fathers we have nothing to do with our father's errors they do not define what we do or who we become we can disagree with them and still love them)

the professor was moving too quickly during class, her computer was working, she fell behind and her brain is fried. it feels like it's been happening more and more....honestly it feels easier just to rot in bed sleeping.

getting a random message just worsens her mood. "i cant even help myself and im supposed to help you?" rolling over to try to make sense of the class notes.

saeran:

got kidnapped and had their laptop open

"you follow me on github?"

mc BEGS for him to teach them everything he knows

ends up becoming an intern and moving their classes online

but wait...this guy is lwk kinda cute....

and he's taking the time to teach me??? >.<

blind to their situation mc follows instructions and fufills small tasks

saeran gives her badge "ID:10T"

cleaning his code to filling up the office waterbottle, all in payment for bootcamp-saeran™

V:

reminds her of a teacher she had once, ick

finds him to be kind of a doormat, but so is she

doesn't enjoy seeing how others might view her

(707 route bc i forgot to mention him there) can't help but feel sorry for him, she may not trust him but i mean cmon they can't help but feel bad dude lost his fiance and now seems like he can't keep his life together

rika:

again, desperate for female friends, but this one IS SO DIFFERENT

this is like when you make eye contact with someone of a similar group and you kinda expect automatic friendship but they are cold to you

mc is either ignorant of mint eyes operations or is slowly being indoctrinated, they don't meet rika very often.

they form a kind of bitterness towards her, rooted in her insecurities

"how can someone be so loved?" "how can someone just 'create' a world of their own" "whats so special about her, i'd be able to do something like that too"

by only hearing of her through saeran they feel so insignificant to her influence, it weakens them

[scoobysnakz]

heyy girl i think if u haven’t what abt u write a dbf miguel x reader ik i see so many but theyre so gd to read they get me so invested every time🤷🏽‍♀️

summary: you’ve just come home from college for christmas but there’s a stranger in your bedroom

a/n: dbf as in dads best friend or dad boy friend? 😭 i’d do either but for this i’ll do dads best friend bc… yh. also tysm for the request it means sm 😚😚😚 also I guess this is a fic now? Bc I kinda hate one shots bci can never cut down on lore and stuff.

❤️

You hadn’t realised how easily college had managed to seep its way into every aspect of your life, pulling you away from both your family and social life, until you came home for Christmas.

Everyone looks so different, your mum is more colourful and chirpy, your father is healthier and your brother is surprisingly mature. But what takes you most by surprise is the lack of silence that has taken them by storm. When you had come home for the summer most of your stay had been filled with an uncomfortable but unfortunately familiar silence following you around but now, you can’t shut them up.

The entirety of the drive home from the train station is full of chatter, and for once they include you. They seem so genuinely invested about you that you don't even question the randomness of their questions, ranging from the journey home and the local shops that surround your campus.

“I heard that there's one of those pretentious, hipster coffee places nearby,” your dad claims from the driver's seat, not bothering to look around at you.

“Vegan?” you offer dryly, unsure of it he knows you work there or not.

“That's it!” he clicks proudly, resulting in both you and your brother sharing a sigh.

Part of you hopes that it’s because of you; that maybe they realised how much they loved you while you were gone and now feel overjoyed at your return. There’s a feeling of doubt floating around in your mind, telling you that this is just a random occurrence, but you push it to the side, wanting to focus on the positive and unrealistic.

***

Your brother helps you lug your suitcase into the house claiming, ‘It’s the least I can do’ which is surreal coming from someone who hasn’t written to you the entirety of your time away. You hand him your antler clifton all the same, glad you didn't have to carry it across the drive as well as up the stairs.

The warmth from the house welcomes you in, the softness of the heated air a stark difference from the harsh bitterness from outside. The sweet smell of cinnamon and gingerbread candles lures you in so soothingly that you don't even notice the extra pair of shoes neatly paired together with the rest by the front door.

“I'll leave it here,” your brother mutters before sliding across the floorboards towards the living room on the heels of his feet- not as mature as you presumed. You smile half-heartedly with a small nod, jealous of how easily he can dismiss himself.

And suddenly you’re alone again, left to your own devices as your parents go start dinner and your brother now yelling into his mic from the living room. It hurts slightly, moments ago they were all over you, so invested in you and your life that you forgot what they're truly like. It's the way it always been and you're a fool for thinking otherwise.

You scold yourself for being so naive as to believe that they'd changed, that they weren't as self-absorbed as they used to be, before pulling yourself away from your sea of negative thoughts.

You stare at your suitcase, bright white light shining on it from the lamp hanging above your head, and decide to leave it there, too tired to carry it upstairs to your room.

The steps creak under your weight as you slouch up the stairs, one hand idly dragging across the chipped bannister. You can't count how many times your dad’s tried to repaint it, how much money he's spent on overpriced glosses and varnishes, how many hours he's spent sanding the thing down.

As you cross the landing, thick carpet dampening the sound of your steps, you the bathroom door left ajar and the soft heat emanating from it. Which is… weird because both your parents and your brother are downstairs. But you shrug it off, too fed up to care, and drag yourself over to your bedroom, head drooping downwards with fatigue.

Casually, you push your door open, expecting the room to be empty and your bed freshly made as it often is when you come home for the holidays. Except it isn't.

Soft jazz music hums throughout the room, playing from a speaker you can't quite place, and the smell of an intoxicatingly strong aftershave clings to the air. Your walls are still decorated with the wallpaper you had when you left but it's covered in various posters. Some are boring and presumably scientific based on the array of symbols, whereas others are insanely niche but you don't really put too much effort into trying to understand them- you're too distracted by the man standing in the middle of your room, half naked and dripping with water.

He's tall, intimidatingly so, but the soft dimples that form in his cheeks as he smiles down at you soothe your nerves- slightly.

“Hey,” he grins down at you, head now cocked to the side and pats his ear causing water droplets to drip onto your carpeted floor.

You blink at him, completely dumbstruck and unsure of what to do. “What the fuck?” you breathe shakily, palms clamming up as your brain desperately flickers between arousal and fear.

The man’s brow furrows at your anxious tone and his smile falters slightly. “I think I should be the one cursing here,” he jests, tone annoyingly light, “you’ve just walked into my room without knocking or anything.”

“You're room?” you scoff, arms folding across your chest. “You're the stranger here, not me.”

He grins at your attitude, those dimples presenting themselves again. “I’m offended, has it been that long since you've last seen me?” he questions, large hand splayed across his chest feigning offence.

You pause for a moment and let your gaze scan him for a moment. He looks familiar, dark slicked back hair and mahogany eyes that are simultaneously scrutinizing and sympathetic.

“A la mierda, querida, have you really forgotten me?” he teases.

And then it clicks. You feel so embarrassed now, for not recognising him. Miguel, your dad’s best friend who you haven't seen for years, is finally visiting again.

He does look different now, though. He's still tall and his face is as chiselled as ever, though there are creases in his skin from when he's smiled too often or squinted too hard at the sun, but he's bulked up a considerable amount. His biceps look bigger than your thighs, tensing and relaxing with every slight movement and shining with the shower water in the yellow light of the evening sun. In fact, his entire body is covered in muscles, and what you can see of his lower half is toned, covered in dark tufts of hair, yes, but the curvature of each muscle is still visible.

He clears his throat and you realise that you’ve been staring longer than intended, shame burning hot on your neck.

“Sorry,” you mutter, “about not recognising you.”

He shrugs off your apology, which irks you slightly but you push past it, and smile once again. “I look different, old age is catching up on me.”

That's definitely what's different.

> next

[kutner-elegist]

flash fic request: kutner and wilson go on a date

I am so sorry this is late and it isn't what you requested, but I just. didn't know how to write this 😭 like I couldn't come up with how Kutner and Wilson would go on a date and what they would do and how it would go. I will come back to it if I get a better idea 😭 This is something I wrote instead but it's kinda sad...

“Tell House I’m not coming back,” Wilson said to Kutner the moment he opened the door.

“Uh, okay. I’ll pass on the message.” Kutner’s eyebrows furrowed into his confused frown.

“House didn’t send you?”

“No. I wouldn’t bother you just because House told me to.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Someone you love died and you don’t want to see or talk to House, so I thought you might need someone.”

“Oh.” Wilson’s face softened. “Sorry.”

Kutner’s body language was nervous and shifty, fidgeting with his hand in his pockets. “I know it’s hard to have other people around at a time like this, but believe me, being alone is worse. I’ll leave if you want, though.”

“If you want to come inside for a minute …” Wilson stepped aside so Kutner could walk in.

Wilson brought out some whiskey. They sat on the couch, respectful distance of awkward silence between them. The drink was bitter on his tongue, but it gave him a reason not to speak.

“This is nice.” Kutner spun the glass around and watched the liquid swirl.

“Thank you for coming.” Wilson broke the silence. “And sorry about the House thing earlier. I just …”

“Don’t worry about that.”

But once he started thinking about House, Wilson couldn’t stop the floodgate. “I just don’t think I can forgive House. I know it doesn’t make sense, but—”

“Who says you need to forgive House?”

“I mean, there’s really nothing to forgive. It was a freak accident. He did everything he could to save her.”

“You just lost Amber. Worry about House later.” Kutner put the glass down on the coffee table. “You will forgive him, because you’re Wilson and he’s House. But everything you’re feeling right now, you won’t reason your way out of it.”

Wilson poured himself the more whiskey. The first round was circulating throughout his body now. “Then how am I supposed to get out? Because if I don’t, I don’t think I can survive this.”

“But you will.”

The drink spilled over when he slammed down the glass. “How would you know?” he almost yelled.

“Because I did.” Kutner looked Wilson directly in the eyes.

Wilson retracted into his seat.

Kutner continued, “You think if you have to get it out even if it means cutting into yourself or it will consume you, but this isn’t oncology. It’s more like rehabilitation. You keep going until it gets better. It’s gonna suck. And I’m sorry.”

“How does this rehabilitation work?”

“Right now you’re at what if. What if House didn’t call her, or just let her drive him home instead of insisting that she get a drink. Then she wouldn't have been on that bus, and none of this would have happened. What if my parents didn’t have a convenience store. What if the gunman picked a different place to rob. What if I wasn’t six years old. What if I was old enough to do something. None of that matters, but it doesn’t matter that it doesn’t matter. It takes time to get over, but you’ll get over it because it’s the easy part.

“Then you get to will never. Mom will never sing again. Dad would never dance again. We’ll never go to Disneyland. I’ll never be the same.

“Should have is the hardest. I should have thanked them more. I should have been a better son. I should have gone to bed when they told me to, instead of running around and giving them trouble.

“And then, I wish. I wish I had one more hug. I wish I told him that I love him that night. I wish I remembered her bedtime stories.”

“Would have is easier. They would have told me that it was okay. They would have wanted me to be happy. They would … be proud of me, I think. It’s kinda like Kübler-Ross. Denial, anger, bargaining, all that. The point is, you come to terms with their absence more and more with each stage.

“Eventually you’ll realize that you have to remember them for who they were. Not how they died, not what could have been. They loved you and you loved them and that is all you have and you’re going to cherish it.”

Wilson could no longer hold back the tears. He’d thought Kutner had lost a girlfriend or a friend as an adult. Now he could see the six-year-old boy, scared, bereaved, and alone.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it all about myself.”

Wilson threw his arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder. He was shaking. Kutner still smelled like hospital antiseptic, and it made him think about Amber. How at peace she was. That she didn’t want anger to be the last thing she felt.

Kutner placed one hand on Wilson’s shoulder. “Are you gonna be okay?” he asked when Wilson finally stopped crying.

Wilson was still too choked up to speak, but he nodded yes.

“Feels better when you cry.” Kutner smiled. “Uh, I have clinic duty in the morning.”

“Oh, of course.”

“But if you wanna talk, you know how to find me.”

Wilson followed Kutner to the door. Kutner waved goodbye and disappeared into the stairwell. Wilson stumbled his way back, feeling the haze of the whiskey. He sprawled across the living room floor, where he once lay with Amber that time he got a waterbed and hated it. The thought made him smile. He fell into an easy, dreamy slumber for the first time since her death.

[wolfanddragon98]

Dude...

I would read that book in a heartbeat tf.

Aww, damn. Those classmate love letters. You just gave me a flashback to a time where one of my classmates approached me with a note, he said something along the lines of "Hey (name of a mean girl in our class) told me to give you this." and thank fuck he told me that because this stupid mean girl tried to make it seems like this guy tried to confess his feelings for me in a note. She thought I really fell for it and started giggling with her friends, but after I threw the note in the nearest trash, made direct eye contact with her, gave her a fake smile and flipped her off as I walked away her smirk and laughter died. Nice try sweetie.

Prose: Ooooh. Good question. As of right now my favorite song comes from my home country and it's this little number.

It's just so full of sass and bad bitch energy. It came out in like 2003 so it's definitely an oldie, but I LOVE IT. The girl basically sings about how she belongs in heaven AND in hell. She can be nice and sweet, but she can also bring the thunder so you better watch out. I usually listen to it when I'm out and it's sunny outside. It just gives me so much positive energy.

Rain: Washing the dishes in the WORST chore. Some people say how theraputic it is and shit and I'm like what? Girl, give me a vaccum, I'll clean the entire bathroom, I'll wash the floors, etc. I would much rather do that than wash the dishes. There's no worse feeling in the world than some soggy leftover food touching you as you try to clean the plate. *tries not to gag*

Journal: *looks away* Popping pimples. I know it's gross but it's so fucking satisfying. When I see pimples I grab some ear sticks (because it's easier to remove all the gunk that way) and I just go wild. 😭

Sweaters: I don't drink coffee as much (I try to limit myself) but when I want to treat myself to one I add one teaspoon of coffee maybe one and a half, two teaspoons of sugar and some milk. When it comes to tea I'll have any kind: green tea, fruit tea, etc. I'm not picky. But I usually drink black tea and I like it BITTER.

Desk-Sets: I mean...money would be convenient. 😅

Pens: I would say a perfect person is someone who feels like home. You just look at them and think: 'Ah yes. I can be my ugly, stupid, and annoying self around that person.' Sounds cheesy as hell, but listen I'm an introvert and homey vibes are the best. XD

Tears: Read, read, read, order some good food, watch a comfort movie, read, read, read.

White-Towels: I can be quite messy, but even I have my limits. When it gets really bad I literally have to clean EVERYTHING in my room because I want to feel good about myself. When I clean I like to go all the way. Wash the windows, dust, organize my desk, cupboards, sweep and wash the floors. My parents often joked that I'm one of the laziest people they know, but when I'm committed to something (like cleaning the entire room from top to bottom) I take no prisoners. When you see me with gloves and a bandana in my hair you know it's cleaning time. XD

<3 a dead poets question tag! <3

prose - what's your favorite song and why? lake - what would you change about yourself, if you could? parchment - if you wrote a book, what would it be about? secrets - what is your favorite fictional character and why? rain - unpopular opinion flower crowns - share one thing you'd like to happen this year journal - share a secret or guilty pleasure sweaters - how do you like your coffee or tea? if you don't like neither, what is your favorite drink that you have regularly? saxophones - what do you love most about your best friend? cinnamon - something or someone you miss window - how does the perfect date look like for you? hands - what's your favorite season and why? favorite weather? phone calls - is there something you wish you would've/not said or done in the past? turtlenecks - tell me about the person who influenced your life the most. a teacher, a friend, a partner. desk-sets - what do you want to get for your birthday? pens - how does the perfect person look like to you? not physically, but how does their aura blend in with the air? what color do they emanate? tell me all about it tears - what's your favorite thing to do on a lazy day? frost - what does rain remind you of? minimum 100 words! caves - share your favorite poem, either written by yourself or someone else freshly-cut grass - what color-palette would you paint your loved one in? creaky stairs - how does the perfect life sound like? past, present, future. what would you spend the rest of your years doing? dusty book shelves - write a letter for someone right here. something you wouldn't be able to say to their face. spit it all white towels - are you more messy or more organized? if you're messy, what's your excuse?

[ranposbabe]

Infidel | Johan liebert x Reader

Chapter 2

A/n : I literally forgot to post this last night so here it it’s 😭

"Apologies for my late arrival, sir." You sigh, hurriedly rushing to your seat near the window. "No need for apologies. The professor states, raising his hands in defence. "I understand your father struggling to get cases over and done with so they're practically getting anyone these days to achieve that." He laughs, taking a swig from the old and bitter cup of coffee.

Old and bitter...sounds quite familiar.

You slyly raise a brow at his remark yet nonetheless sat down, placing your folder out on the dainty small coffee table in front of you.

"So down to business. I understand someone you were in contact with recently passed due to suspicious circumstances, correct ?" You ask, flipping through the folder. "Well yes I-

The man suddenly stops, his breath hitched as he stares down at the photographs before him. You slowly raise your head, not understanding what caused his sudden distraction.

There laid a photograph of a man being victim to a acid attack. Fragments of the skull exposed with parts of the flesh starting to rot along with somehow the eye still being intake despite the eye socket lolling to the side of the blood covered skin.

"This isn't too much for you is it ?"

"I've been doing this for a few months now, sir. I'm wise now to know not to have porridge before examining evidence photographs." You shrug, flipping through the photographs.

"Ah ! Here." You stop, pointing to a photograph of the victim associated with this particular case.

"Do you see the little marks here around the eyes ?" You ask, pointing to around the eyes "Those are clearly marks left from finger nails digging into the skin." You sigh, taking an exhausted breath.

"Seeing how deep they are and how short and curved they seem, I would suggest it being someone who looks after themselves well, meaning manicures regularly, assuming it's a woman maybe."

You suggest, staring out the photograph carefully. Despite acknowledging the quiet man sat across from you, you couldn't notice the man sat in shock at just how quickly you could come up with an answer to the questions other detective would struggle to answer. But then again...he didn't even have a chance to ask you about the man as you had already dived in . The man couldn't help but to wonder was it due to your intelligence or rather your interest in finishing the case and leaving as soon as possible.

"It's definitely not his of course." You continue.

"So to that I say he probably attacked said woman and in self defence she tried to scratch his eyes out and failed but she isn't responsible for his death." You state, shaking your head.

"If you look closely you see around the lower collar the skin has marks left of a rope-

"So he was strangled to death ?" The man inquires.

"Ha ! No !" You suddenly exclaim.

Oh how you love the sudden look of confusion on a persons face.

"Do you really believe a young girl with dainty fingernails could take out a man with a fat neck like him ?"

.

When you found yourself returning to your disdained and somewhat falling apart apartment you couldn't help but feel slightly gutted. You understood rather early on in this unwanted job that men long in or out of the career would rather slice a finger off than to admit a woman was right.

Despite having all the evidence to suggest the cause of the cause. You were shot down like a rabid dog and left with "interesting inquiry, y/n. Now let the rightful people deal with this."

Men.

"Ah !" You groan, reaching up to rub your temple. You manage to throw your belongings down onto the lonesome couch before practically climbing over rubbish that laid on the carpet. Clean it later.

You can't help but sigh as you crouch down to the height of the small kitchen fridge. Peeling off the sticky note from the fridge that states "CALL ME ! - FATHER"

Yeah right. Do your dismay and disgust the fridge was almost empty besides the-

"Holy shit that's gone off !" You cry, pinching your nose in horror as you practically run to the sink to throw out the expired milk. "I need a bath." You moan, stretching your tight arms as you head down the minor corridor.

.

They say that baths are suppose to be a calming experience to not only relax the body but also the mind. What bullshit.

Your brows furrow as you stare up at the ceiling. The dull light keeps flickering every few minutes and making a buzzing noise.

Ah the noise. Your tongue clicks in irritation as your head lols to the side, your eyes catching a glimpse of a opened folder. A case.

You couldn't really recall every making a decision so fast. You step out the tub, feet touching the awfully cold tiles, grabbing a towel before heading down to your bedroom. But not before grabbing the file along with you. Your wet fingertips smudging the papers.

.

"Usual ?" The bartender asks as he cleans off a glass. "Yeah." You state, sparing him a quick glance. You don't recognise the man, however you lack care as you already start to flick through the folder.

Your hand reaches up to place your hair behind your ear. You could feel that your hair was slightly damp.

You rub your temples in hope of soothing the aching headache. Yet to no avail.

The lights, aw the lights gleamed as bright full as always. The sound of chitter chatter filled the wholesome pub as those gathered together in harmony.

However that dreadful heavy buzz and the ringing in your ear never went.

But then it stopped. As soon as your ears picked up the daunting sound of the stool beside scratching against the floor as someone sat down. Slowly but surely, raising your tired eyes they momentarily widen at the intimate sight. Unsmiling blue eyes met your bewildered eyes and suddenly you feel the strong urge to look away yet your curious eyes betray you.

[georgiapeach30513]

Jennifer now I really wanna see Ransom convincing Nick do join kitten and him in the bedroom . Omgg imagine Ransom saying it jumping on bed instead of using the word sex while convincing Nick or maybe some other time when they be doing the nasty stuff 😭🤣🤣🤣 Mr. Flower can do any nasty thing he wants to kitten (with obviously with ransoms permission) Now to think about it whose gonna be incharge Jenn!!!! Is Mr. Flower going to fuck both of them or just our kitten !?? Kitten will be fucked by both of them at the same time that I know !(screaming!! this will happen right Jennifer!? We saw the chapter where Ransom was training her 😏) or will it be like Nick fucking kitten and Ransom just jerking of to the sight !? Will Mr. Drysdale and Mr. Flower will be doing with somethings to each other too!!!!? Please Jennifer just give us the threesome we have waited long enough now! Pretty pretty please:)

You poor, pitiful, little baby...you’re foaming at the mouth for them aren’t ya?  

The term jumping on the bed will eventually come up...There will be some HEAVY stipulations with Mr. Fowler, and he's not going to fully get a taste of Kitten the first time 😏 he's going to have to earn that. This is going to be Kitten taking back all her power with sex, is what I'll say. But Mr. Fowler is also a stern teacher 🤷🏻‍♀️ Will she be able to handle both at the same time? She was getting a bit overwhelmed when Ransom was training her. So let's take a peek into how Ransom propositioned Mr. Fowler...I mean I didn't put out anything specifically for Kitten and Ran, it was mostly just Ran

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Call Me

Summary:  Ransom sees Nick out and about

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Nick Fowler

Rating:  mild

Warnings: mentions of a threesome, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Desperate Love Masterlist

Ransom walks up to the counter at your favorite café ordering your perfect brew.  It had been a late night with Lucy, and he knew you were tired, and wanted to do something nice for you on a Saturday morning.  And lo and behold the man he had teased you about for over a year now, strolling in beside him to get his own cup.  “Mr. Fowler?”

“Oh, Mr. Drysdale, please call me Nick.  Haven’t seen you or Mrs. Drysdale since Story moved up a grade.”

“You can me Ransom, no need for formalities since she’s no longer in your class,” Nick agrees, and before he can pay for his coffee, Ransom hands the barista his card.  “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“My wife,” Nick gives a fake cough, while his eyes drift down to the counter.  

“I heard you two had another one.  Congratulations, five kids, that’s a lot.”

Ransom grabs both of their cups, and Nick reluctantly follows when he sits down at the table, “Yeah, she’s a bit obsessed with me,” Nick nods his head and slowly takes a sip from his cup.  Tasting a bit more bitter today.  “No, I had been begging her for a fifth child for years.  Story was a difficult pregnancy and birth, but enough of that.”

“Ransom I don’t know if talking about your wife is appropriate.”

Ransom gives him a little smirk, bringing your drink to his lips, he’ll just buy you another of the rancid drink.  “Wouldn’t be if Story was still in your class,” Nick lifts up and eyebrow.  His eyes looking all around the café, and luckily it’s too early for most to even be in here.  “This isn’t going to be an appropriate conversation, and I’ve been patient and waited until you were no longer my daughter’s teacher.”

“I have plans to move up to the upper grades.”

“Are you declining my offer before I even give it to you,” Nick leans a bit closer to Ransom.  Him being someone who has always been able to read people well, sees the curiosity in Nick’s eyes.  Saw his neck pulse at the mention of you.  “Deny that you always check her out when we would meet you.”

“I can’t.”

“Honesty.  I like that, so let me cut to the chase.  I have always had a desire to have my wife fully taken care of.”

“Should she not be here for this conversation?”

Ransom smiles blowing out air, before taking a slow drink of your coffee.  Nick’s body switches around in the table, and he leans even closer to him.  “You are interested.  I’ve had many conversations about it with her.  It’s my job to make you the offer.”

“And what’s the offer?”

“Your name has came up multiple times while we’ve been jump...engaged in adult activities,” Nick’s tongue pokes out of his mouth, while he gives a slow lick to those petal pink lips; bringing his bottom lip in to bite.  “It’ll start off slow.  I’ve had a few training sessions with her, she’s willing to take both.”

“At the same time?” Ransom nods.  “So, the both of us?  Always?”

“Getting greedy already?  You think I’m just going to let you fuck my wife?”

“Is that not what this conversation is?”

“First things first, you’ll need to be tested.  You can not spill in her.  If you’re the only one involved, I’m present and watching.  We can work our way to a tag team.”

Nick finally leans back in his chair, tracing his finger around the top of his drink.  “And if I refuse?”

“You won’t,” Ransom takes another slow drink to watch Nick.  His eyes still casted down to his coffee cup while he thinks, “There’s also the subject of a NDA, if there is to be recordings, it will only be on our camera, and it’ll only be available to watch at our designated location.  Here’s my card Mr. Fowler.  Give me a call,” Ransom walks up to the bar to order you another drink, his gaze constantly turning back to Nick who studies the business card.

“Ransom?” Ransom stops as he walks his table.  “If I agree...it’s just...?”

“Do you really think she’s going to leave me, the love of her life?” Nick shakes his head no, not used to Ransom being so talkative, never seeing the arrogant side of his personality.  “Exactly.”

“Your children?”

“Oh, we won’t be at our home.  My grandfather lives there, and that’s our family space.  We have a few other properties.  They’re secluded, and safe.  Plus my children don’t sleep in those beds.  Did you think we were going to a hotel?” Nick gives him another nod, “My Kitten doesn’t know how to be quiet.  Give me a call, we’ll go over the fine details.”

“The first time?”  Nick’s eyes finally roam up to Ransom’s.  His mind already made that he is in fact going to join them.  It’s worth it.  With how cocky Ransom is, he’s sure he could take both of them apart...slowly.

“You’ll be watching.  You can demand us how you want, you can touch her with your fingers, unless she’s comfortable with more.  We shouldn’t be talking about such things in a public space though, Mr. Fowler.  You’re a teacher, and I’m a very powerful man.  Call me.  Oh, and don’t wait too long.  I get impatient, and Kitten is getting about tired of me teasing her about you.  She’s getting ready for you.”

Nick lifts up an eyebrow as Ransom walks away.  Thinking to himself that it’s good to know that you had been thinking of him sinking in your pussy just as much as he has.  Rubbing his hand across his stubbled jaw he sends out a, ‘Give me all the details.  I don’t want to wait.’ text to Ransom...

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🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

*sigh* ...I have three candidates: Miserably Loving You, The Catalyst, and my unnamed time travel shenanigans WIP. If crossover fics count, we can add @bitter-sweet-coffee 's and my prequel WIP to this list as well. But let's focus on the three that are just mine for now.

Let's get the Catalyst out of the way now, because it's the simplest one to explain: I stole the Snap from Marvel. So uh... Lots of carnage there. I've apologized to the survivors in previous posts... Because the method I used to pick who goes and who stays is BRUTAL.

Next simplest is MLY: it's mostly just Ursa being a grade A bitch. Let's run through a brief list of SOME of the shit she pulls:

-This one's a major long story as to how this would've been accomplished, but she does try to get Jewel and Bean killed (and Bean was a for shits and giggles, while she was at it target!), but my idiot archaeology puppies prevent this from occurring without totally realizing it. (Dinah is also, through the same means Ursa was trying to get them killed with, responsible for Patience existing. I might explain if someone asks. 🤪)

-She stalks Bark and Jewel for an unknown amount of time.

-She attempts to get Bark and Jewel to break up by several means. Including trying to get an "other woman" involved. (Luckily Tiara Boobowski, our "other woman", was pretty much long conning Ursa for the hell of it, so that plan did not work out LOL. Also each member of Team Hooligan tried their own interference on that plan, and Jewel enlisted Wave for an... Interesting solution)

-Through her absolute careless, despite SEVERAL warnings from Jewel, Infinite, the Chaotix, and the Babylon Rogues, almost gets all of North Island destroyed by Eggman and the Deadly Six. (And you know you've fucked up if the ROGUES AND INFINITE are going "Don't do that!")

-She and Opal get into a huge fist fight. Luckily, Opal broke her collarbone and she has to drop out of the snowboarding competition. 😈😈😈

-She never thanks Jewel for fixing HER mess, by the way. Closest thing she gets is the offer to help find a surrogate mother for when she and Bark decide to have kids. 🙄🙄🙄

And finally (of the just me candidates), we have the time travel fic. Most of my OC kiddos (some of them are too young to appear and/or do not exist yet, Patience is the cutoff line!) snuck off to go bother Eggman, resulting in everyone (including Eggman) being flung back in time to IMMEDIATELY RIGHT AFTER THE EVENTS OF SONIC GENERATIONS LOL!!! (Like seriously, the second that final cutscene ends is when all these guys come crashing in, poor Sonic can't enjoy his birthday in peace.) Here's some of the shenanigans that ensue:

-Several people are introduced to each other way earlier than they should've.

-Fang goes on a mission to mug Briar and Ivy after they stole his airbike, because he mistranslated them calling him "Uncle Fang" to mean they were his sister Nic's kids.

-Briar accidentally told Tangle and Jewel everything. Well, almost everything. He left Patience out, because he barely has enough sense to realize Jewel would hit the roof at that news.

-Espio loses a battle of wits to his own daughter. To be fair, she did cheat. 😂😂😂

-Eggman tricks my idiot archaeology puppies Team Cerberus into thinking Sonic and Co have kidnapped their future apprentice (Patience) and they roll up to the party to (attempt) to fuck everyone up and rescue her. As usual, Team Chaotix kicks their asses instead. 😂😂😂

-Future Eggman does his own timeline meddling while everyone else is distracted by the kids mucking around, and creates a "darkest timeline". Let me put it this way: All the biological kids fade away the second they enter it because he prevented their existences in the first place. So only the adopted kiddos are left to fix things. To give another idea of what exactly he's done: Orbot and Cubot no longer exist. (I know, I'm sad too. 😭) None of Eggman's helper robots (Scratch and Grounder, ...the ones from Sonic X I keep forgetting the names of..., Ergo, etc.) ever existed. He's been holding a certain beetle captive for a LONG time he makes do that work...

So, uh, yeah... Those are probably my wildest rides. 😬