#rachel king x clarice stokes

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Dating House of Ashes characters

what would it be like to date House of Ashes characters? Here are some headcanons, for both monogamous and polyamorous relationships, hope you like them!

— JASON KOLCHEK: to say he is jealous is an understatement. As soon as he sees someone hitting on you, he pulls you closer and kisses you passionately. He loves to leave you quick little kisses on the forehead. He likes to go out to the park or to his favorite clubs. You often go out with his friends, especially Salim. When you stay at home, you watch action movies while eating popcorn. Every now and then you try to get him to read books together, failing. When you go to sleep, he is always the big spoon and, until he falls asleep, he gently caresses your arm. If you're in a gay relationship, he won't be entirely comfortable at first (yes, I love the headcanon about internalized homophobia in Jason). He will deny his love for you, but he will be reassured by you. Over time, he will accept it more and more

—SALIM OTHMAN: having already been in a long and important relationship, he knows how to flirt, even if he's feeling a little rusty. He always writes you long letters which he leaves on your bedside table, along with breakfast if he has to leave early. Sometimes, he even brings you flowers. Your dates take place in museums, where you explain the works of art to each other. Love to hug and cuddle you, fill your face with kisses. On the street he always holds your hand, as if he's afraid you'll leave. After all, he was left with the scar of leaving his ex-wife, but you fixed it. When you met Zain, he did nothing but analyze you. He wanted to make sure you were a good fit for his father and that you didn't hurt him. After her "search" came back positive, you immediately made friends. You often go out together or play pranks on Salim

—ERIC KING: being cheated on by his wife was worse than facing vampires. It took a long time to recover, and even while you were dating, he couldn't fully trust you. At first he was arrogant and conceited, but it was a wall that he had built to "protect himself". Breaking down that wall was complex, but behind it you found a sweet and cuddly man. At first, in public, he won't hug and kiss you a lot. Later, he will become more affectionate, filling your cheeks with kisses. He is quite obsessed with his appearance and how he should appear to others. As a result, your dates are often to fine dining restaurants and you will both be dressed up. He will often ask you if you love him, and hearing you tell him will be very reassuring. He loves to hug you in bed and fall asleep while you are in each other's arms. Over time, he recovered from his divorce with Rachel. In fact, you two hang out with Nick and Rachel from time to time

—RACHEL KING: dealing with her is complicated. At first she will appear distant, not very present. This is all due to her old relationships with Eric and Nick. She doesn't say it, but she is convinced inside that she is the problem. Gradually, she will open up more, showing her loving and passionate side. She is often busy with work, both abroad and not, but as soon as she can she calls you and chats with you. In her office, she keeps a picture of you. When you see each other, you start talking about her missions (she complains about Nick and Eric) and what you've been doing in the meantime. She brings you gifts from abroad, especially jewelry. You wear them during your dates. You like going to quiet places where you can spend time just the two of you alone. For example, go to the park with a packed lunch or go for a run at dawn. She says she's not jealous, but she makes those who flirt with you pay dearly. From an affectionate point of view, she likes to put her arm around your hips and kiss your forehead

—NICK KAY: after breaking up with Rachel, he had a lot of self-esteem issues. Thankfully, you have helped him regain confidence in himself and in others. Slowly he started to open up. At first, he didn't talk about his relationship with Rachel, but after a while he told you. He would occasionally make comparisons between you and her, but eventually he stopped, thinking they were annoying you. During the dates, he took you places he hadn't taken Rachel, making them special just for the two of you. He likes to be alone with you, without too many people around. As a result, he prefers to stay at home, watching some documentary (after the events with the vampires, he began to read up on ancient history). He also often invites his best friend Jason over. Initially, he didn't trust you. Not because you were a bad person, but because he only wanted the best for Nick. In the end, you two get along perfectly. He loves to caress you, especially your arms and hair, and whisper how much he loves you

—CLARICE STOKES: at first she will show herself as a presumptuous girl, but getting to know her better you will see her softer side. Every time you try to organize "science" themed outings, such as museums or theme parks. She likes to explain to you how machines or formulas work. She likes to attend concerts and hang out at her favorite clubs, of course doing all of this with you. She doesn't really like physical contact, so she shows her affection with tender words and small gifts

—NATHAN MERWIN: silly jokes are the order of the day, as well as having to put up with his big ego. Despite that, he loves you more than he loves himself (so he really loves you). You spend your time working out at the gym while he flexes his muscles to impress you. Sometimes you even stay at home, watching some action movie while eating some food prepared by Merwin. Unexpectedly, he is a very good cook. In public, he comes across as the "macho" of the relationship, but in private, he loves to cuddle with you. Sometimes you fight because he seems to be flirting with other people, but he will try to make it up to you by buying you something you like

—JOEY GOMEZ: right from the first date, he will do nothing but talk to you about his favorite movies. In fact, your outings will mostly be at home, hugging each other under a blanket, watching movies and TV series. He prefers to stay at home, playing video games with you, but occasionally likes to throw surprise dinners at your favorite places. He loves physical touch a lot. In fact, he likes to hug you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. Often you organize outings with Merwin, his closest friend (maybe you're the third wheel)

—JASON + SALIM: it seems to be between two opposites. On one side there is Jason, impulsive and lively. On the other there is Salim, thoughtful and moderate. Your outputs vary all the time. Sometimes you go shooting at a shooting range or drinking at a club, other times you go to a picnic in the park or visit a museum. You are the middle spoon or the little spoon. Jason will never admit it, but he likes being the little spoon once in a while. Salim, on the other hand, likes all kinds. However, he often prefers to be the big spoon, so he can embrace both of you. When you stay at home, you cook together new recipes taught by Salim. You and Jason often make messes, but Salim is patient and ready to clean up. At first, it felt weird for Zain to have "three parents" (what? Four parents? Does he have another mother? I don't see any other mother :) ), but eventually he warmed to both you and Jason. After he leaves for university in London, he often video calls the three of you. Jason and Salim are very protective of you, almost like they are your parents. Jason is also a jealous guy. As soon as he sees someone hitting on you two, he doesn't hesitate to put his arms around your sides, bring you closer and kiss you

—ERIC + NICK: sometimes you don't know if they hate each other or really love each other. Every now and then Eric and Nick fight and you have to act as intermediary or "messenger" between them. When they make up, they continually apologize for bothering you. Sometimes you go to the gym together and compete to see who is "coolest". After working out, go somewhere to relax. Eric occasionally takes you out to dinner at some fancy restaurant, arguing with Nick over the fact that he doesn't want to dress elegantly. When you stay home, Eric prepares delicious snacks for all three of you and you watch some TV series together. There are some ups and downs, like when Nick brings up the affair with Rachel while arguing with Eric, or when Eric gets arrogant around you and Nick. In the end, however, you always manage to talk calmly and resolve any quarrel. Eric and Nick often say "I love you", but between them the "I love you" is very different. We could consider them "love insults". As mentioned before, sometimes you don't understand if they love or hate each other, but in the end you give yourself an answer. Seeing how Eric and Nick support each other and support you makes you believe that they are truly in love

—RACHEL + ERIC: they took a long time to tell you about Nick and Rachel's history, but by then they were both comfortable with you. While there was a little bit of jealousy within your relationship at first, you all found yourself at ease in the end. Rachel is often away on business. When she comes back, you and Eric always throw her a surprise "welcome back." Although they look similar, they have their differences, especially in the love arena. On one side you have Rachel, more passionate and impulsive. On the other you have Eric, more romantic and quiet. They often tell you about how they met, the academy, their marriage, Iraq, the vampires. They have a bit nostalgic tone about those memories, but they are happy to be able to create new ones with you. Sometimes they look like your parents, protecting you against everyone and telling you how to behave

—NICK + RACHEL + ERIC: you feel like you are inside a book. What used to be a love triangle is now a great relationship. You are all different from each other, but in a way you complement each other. It's never quiet at home, but that's not a bad thing. You always have something new to do: Nick preparing something good, Rachel teaching new physical exercises, Eric reading a good book while you all embrace in bed. Even when you go outside there are different activities that you do. Rachel and Nick like to work out, so they will drag you and Eric to work out. Eric on the other hand will take you to nice restaurants, insisting on buying him dinner. Sometimes you also have nice picnics in a park or on a beach. If it's hot, you can even take a nice bath (lucky you, surrounded by two handsome men and a beautiful woman). There is no actual "big spoon" or "little spoon" in bed. Every night you change both order and position, especially Nick. Every time you, Eric and Rachel wonder how he sleeps in those weird positions

—CLARICE + RACHEL: they are both erupting volcanoes. With them you are never bored. Both always have great outings, like going to an interactive science museum or tree climbing. Even at home there is always dynamism: jump on the bed singing at the top of your voice, play with fake guns, experiment almost setting the house on fire. You look like three children. They are not very cuddly girls, but nevertheless they love to kiss you on the cheeks or on the forehead. You often travel together, especially to accompany Rachel on her missions. She always refuses, but in the end you convince her

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for the polyamorous relationships, I put the most popular ships, but if you want some more, you can ask me! <3

I think I’ll do also Until Dawn, The Quarry and The Devil in Me. For Man of Medan and Little Hope, I don’t have many ideas. I would like to do The Inpatient, but only to do Gordon😅 (I won’t do it also because not a lot of people know this game)

[fallenspirit]

i love replaying house of ashes because i’m instantly reminded of the insane chemistry between jason & salim and i love them so much

i also lowkey ship rachel & clarice

[kayla-marie-writes]

Another plug of my fics, because my writer's block is DEAD!!! KaylaMarieWrites on both Wattpad and A03!

[taylorshope]

House of Ashes text posts but it's mostly Eric and Clarice

[kindheartedgummybears]

dawwww look at these wives taking their dog on a walk aren't they just adorable???🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[ultrabananapudding]

Rachel and Eric didn't have the smoothest break-up to say the least

Reference:

[chokit-pyrus]

yeah. hoa

[prokrastinartiya]

[buoryok]

I love jalim, but I ALSO love clarchel a lot.

So why not mix em’?

[eddie-brii]

So here's the prologue for the OC story I've been working on for a bit now. I'm taking my time with this one. I really want her to feel like a character in the game so updates are going to be slow.

Charlie is also here so I've really made myself question my sanity. But, hey, it should be a fun experience.

Prologue

In a small village in Iraq, May 29th, 2003.

The lights in the safe house were low, the sun setting while two people stared at one another trying keep there minds off just where they and the film crew reporting on the locals’ reaction and recovery from the war are. Two were sitting across from one another at a crate in the corner of their little safe haven, using it as a makeshift table. The gentleman with the glasses shuffled the cards while smoking a cigarette, taking his time while the female fidgeted. The rest of the members in their little group were already laying down or not interested in social interaction with the woman opposite to the dealer.

“Charlie, will you just deal the damn cards already?” She finally demanded after brushing her bangs to the side. He’d lost count of how many times the twenty six year old had done so within the last hour and if she wasn’t doing that, she was biting her cheek.

“Temper, temper. You’re oddly on edge, Bree, have been all day. Is there a reason?” Charlie asked as he finally began to pass the cards one by one between the two of them. He was used to the others mood changes at this point. He stared at the younger woman across from him, one of the most unusual he’d met from a recent failed folklore film project. Helltown, Ohio had popped up on his radar as a possible new idea to get his name out there. It had enough potential to draw him across the pond to the US, or so he thought.

Charlie had hoped, when he arrived in the northern area of the state, he’d be able to track information easily enough. But everywhere he went no one wanted to talk about a ghost town with a possible Native American curse on the land surrounding it, only the war going on overseas. Finally while in Cleveland, he’d gotten someone to point him to a lead that had him heading south. Apparently the mountains of Appalachia were known for their strange goings on and the people there were quite familiar with the unusual. It made sense someone would know something about his little curse. After even more searching, he was pointed to the woman across from him as a “folklore expert”. Charlie wasn’t sure what to expect to say the least at the first meeting, but, then again, he imagined if he’d known the other title he found out she had, he might have felt underwhelmed until he had gotten to know her. A Paramedic in a rural area was not the occupation he pictured, though being a member of an integral part of the community gave little indication as to what she was practicing in her free time. He really had no idea what he was getting into when he walked up to the fire station that day.

One year earlier.

Charlie was excited. He’d finally managed to find this expert the unofficial group leader he’d found recommended. The older woman had been insistent that, despite his disbelief, her contact would be the one to talk to. He was sure the Fire Chief of the department had been as confused as him when he called requesting to speak with one of his members, but he equally couldn’t bring himself to care as this was the first breakthrough in the last month. As soon as he arrived he was taken aback by the activity he was seeing. A fire engine, another large truck that looked to be a small commercial water tanker and ambulance were outside with multiple people moving about. It all looked like organized chaos, with crew members still in the pants of their fire gear, laying out hoses and washing said trucks. The smell that seemed to permeate the area made it obvious that a fire had occurred. The stench coming from the gear laying out was enough to make his head begin to throb slightly and if he didn’t already partake in cigarettes, he imagined he’d be fighting off a cough. Charlie finally managed to spot the man he was looking for, or more so heard him as he yelled for someone to “bring the hose to the dryer”. Charlie worked his way over to the Chief, thankfully without tripping over something being cleaned or bumping into someone.

“Good morning, Chief Stewart, a pleasure to finally meet you in person!”

“Good mornin’ Mr. Lonnit, happy to have you on station. My crew’s just got back from a structure fire so you’ll have to excuse the mess. Always seems to happen when we expect company.” Charlie paid little attention to the last comment, he was just thankful he could understand the man. The accent in the tri state area could be difficult for him depending on how thick it was, and how much slang the locals used. He still didn’t understand what the waitress meant by the pie being “so good your tongue will slap your brains out” when he had asked at that diner.

The man that greeted him was weathered, heavy set and around his height. He didn’t give much time for Charlie to continue assessing him or the scene in front of him before he spoke again.

“Ms. Williams is this way.” The Chief started towards the squad.

“I’m not sure as to what you’re wanting to speak with her about but if it’s related to Fire and EMS Bree is one of our best and brightest members. A damn good firefighter and passed her medic with flying colors. Recently graduated from college with her pre-med, one of the only reasons we haven’t made her an officer. We joke she’s our resident good luck charm.” The older man stated, dodging equipment and personnel left and right.

“What exactly do you mean by good luck charm?” Charlie asked as he avoided a ladder being moved.

“Pardon the language but when we deal with shit shows and she shows up things go much better.” Finally nearing the back of the ambulance where the doors were open, they heard sudden shouting from a firefighter heading in the same direction with a couple others close behind him.

“Hey, Bree, I have medical issue that needs taken care of! I got pain in a certain area, I think I need ya to take off my pants and feel around!” The man in question began to gesture to his crotch and the other two tried to hide their laughter behind their hands.

“Sorry, Benson, can’t do anything for small dick syndrome,” came a female voice from the back compartment in an unimpressed tone. Charlie noted little to no accent. Surprising.

“Burn!” exclamation the young man’s friends at the same time as they finally lost the battle to keep themselves quiet, laughing at Bensons expense.

The Chief and Charlie had turned the corner of the vehicle where he finally was able to see the person he assumed he was looking for. The woman in question had her neck bent over a book that she was writing in as she put away items, apparently not even considering the comment made by the young man worth her full attention. She had to bend slightly in the back of the ambulance, but Charlie guessed she was around five foot six with dark brown hair tied in a ponytail, strands of it had escaped to hang in wild curls around the sides of her face with the bangs that were already free. She was dressed in a t-shirt proudly displaying the department’s emblem with dark blue pants and boots. He couldn’t see much more from where he was standing, Chief Stewart interrupted his chain of thought before it could go farther or he could move closer.

“Benson! Stop harassing one of our only medics! We have company for God's sake!” At the Chief’s shouting, Benson at least had the decency to look embarrassed at his behavior in front of a member of the public.

“Sorry, Chief, I, um, just wanted to joke around with Bree.” From what Charlie could tell the firefighter was just a kid, couldn’t be more than twenty, the blush on his face from getting caught making him look even younger.

“Get back to work, and remember, she’s a firefighter as well, with more experience than you and someone who won’t hesitate to save your ass. In and outside of a fire, she deserves respect!” The Chief finished his reprimand, each of the three youths gave a “Yes, Chief” scattering at the dismissal before they got into more trouble. Charlie heard a sigh and the sound of booted steps making their way out of the truck.

“Chief, that last part wasn’t necessary. He’ll figure it out eventually but right now he’s a kid who just got his fire card. He’ll grow out of it. Squad’s back up to par by the way,” Bree stated as she climbed out the back doors. Finally getting a better look at her, Charlie observed dark brown eyes with gold flecks set in a rounded face. A lighter, peachy complexion with high cheekbones and button nose. Her build was…. feminine but solid? Charlie was slightly surprised seeing the muscle apparent in her arms, however, he realized she more than likely needed strength for her job over a concern for appearance. Not a model, but, not bad either. Along those arms were tattoos, intricate and elegant, that disappeared under the sleeves of her shirt. He didn’t recognize the symbols throughout the designs. He made a mental note to ask about them if she allowed an interview, but for now he needed to get her to talk to him.

“Thank you for taking care of it,” he continued after a quick inspection of the back before she closed the door. “And, Bree, I made a promise to your father to look after ya. That means making sure the new pups don’t think they can talk to you like that. Besides we do indeed have company.” He stepped to the side to reveal Charlie. “Bree, this is Mr. Charlie Lonnit. He’s the one who requested to speak with you specifically.” The Brit moved forward at the Chief’s prompt.

“I’ll let you get to it.” Chief Stewart left the both of them as he began to see to the other department members.

“A pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Williams. You came highly recommended as a expert of a project I’m working on.” He presented his hand to the younger woman, moving past the awkwardness after the Fire Chief had left. He noted the strength behind her handshake when she took it, confident and firm. She gave him a confused look, with eyebrows drawn together, at the mention of why he was there.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Lonnit. I’m not sure as to what I could be an expert in that would make a gentleman from the UK come all the way over here, but there’s a picnic table we can talk at beside the fire house away from the noise.”

“Please, lead the way, and call me Charlie.” he stated before he followed her over to the area in question. She hummed in response.

“Go ahead and call me Bree then. Not even the kids here call me Ms. Williams,” she called over her shoulder. The noise becoming distant as they passed the corner of the building. She sat down at the table and leaned forward, arms crossed still eyeing him, unsure as he sat across from her.

“I really appreciate you taking the time to speak with me. I’m afraid researching the film I would like to shoot has been difficult to say the least. You maybe my only lead so far beyond the history records I’ve been able to dig up,” he started hoping to put her at ease.

“I’m flattered, but again, I don’t know if I can actually help you.”

“I was assured you would be, by a source that seemed to know you fairly well,” he continued on. “You see, there’s an area north of here, in Summit county, that has a certain reputation that has caught my interest and I would like to look into putting together a film crew to shoot a documentary series about the location. I’m afraid it’s been hard to find anything besides public records. I was hoping you’d fill in the blanks, if not a possible interview.” He had had his head down throughout the rest of his explanation, trying to find his notepad and pen but her response finally caused him to look up.

“Fuck no! You’ll get yourself killed going up there.” She was looking at him incredulously, her arms uncrossing as her back straightened to full attention, a stark difference to the uncertainty he’d seen not moments ago. She looked around to make sure none of the other members had made their way even close to the table. She turned back to him finally as he swallowed the lump that was now in his throat, unsure of how to take her reaction.

“Who the hell gave you my name and in what context?” she leaned forward with a serious look directed at him. Charlie held up his hands in surrender, leaning back to try to diffuse the situation’s sudden tension, thoroughly confused at her behavior and feeling pinned under her glare.

“An older woman gave it to me, Mrs. Ria Cottrell. She assured me you were the person to talk to and assist me. That’s all she said,” he answered quickly. It seemed to make her loosen up but the strain remained in Bree’s shoulders as she gave him a hard stare before sighing, running her hand through the hair that had fallen from the tie holding it back. She took a moment to stare at the table afterwards, eyebrows drawn together again and hand now rubbing her forehead.

“What the fuck, Ria...” she muttered under her breath. She finally looked up at him, breaking the stillness.

“Alright, if she sent you here, then there’s a good reason. Unfortunately, this isn’t the place for what you want to ask. Are you opposed to meeting later at my home? I don’t want to risk others hearing any of this.” He quickly nodded, dropping his hands, confused but hopeful for answers.

“I have to let Chief know I’m leaving early. If you want to go grab anything you think you’ll need, go ahead and do so. I’m only answering these questions once. Plus I need to get the smell of smoke out of my clothes.” Bree stated getting up. She grabbed a small note pad from one of her side pockets and quickly wrote her address.

“Meet me there in two hours. Until then Mr. Lonnit.” Walking away he heard her yelling to Chief Stewart but quickly got up himself. Making a mental checklist of everything he needed while he walked to his car, his focus now on the woman that seemed to know a great deal more than what she initially let on.

Later he found himself knocking on the screen door of what he hoped was the right home, barking soon followed as he heard footsteps coming to the door. Bree was indeed the one who opened the door but she barely greeted him. She seemed preoccupied thanks to their earlier conversation. She had cleaned up well and he was slightly shocked to see her in a sundress with her hair down, curls on full display now, giving her a soft look that wasn’t present before.

“I’ll make some tea if you’d like to sit down,” she said leading him to a small sunroom with plants decorating the space and bookshelves filled with knick knacks and different volumes. A few he recognized and others he didn’t. Some of the titles made him raise his eyebrow questioningly. He’d have to add that to the list of inquiries. He moved to sit at the small table letting his eyes further take in the room. It felt warm and cozy, making him feel at ease despite his apprehension at the strange behavior of his hostess. Charlie was attempting to read more titles of what books he could see when the sounds of shouting and paws coming his way interrupted him.

“Jinx! Get back here!” was all the warning he had before his lap was filled with a very large K-9 attempting to lick him to death. He tired to put up some form of resistance but he was finding it futile.

“Get down! Now!” Finally the furry attacker calmed enough to allow Charlie to look at her, now sitting at his feet with a wagging tail and tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. A mutt, but obviously well taken care of and loved, if the friendliness and grooming were anything to go by.

His hostess appeared in the doorway, a little out of breath from what he guessed was a sudden chase. She straightened up after a moment of taking in her dog’s demeanor, a note of surprise in her expression before it softened.

“I’m sorry, normally she doesn’t bolt like that. At least she’s somewhat remembered her manners,” she stated with her hands on her hips, turning her gaze to the dog now looking back at her, tail still wagging.

“It’s quite alright. I’m not worse for wear, if you don’t count the hair,” he assured as he reached down to pet Jinx’s head, the pet leaning into his hand and enjoying the attention. The action caused Bree to pause. It seemed seeing how well he’d handled the sudden furry intrusion seemed to oddly confirm something to her, if her knowing smile was anything to go by.

“Since you seem to be handling her well, I’ll be right back with the tea.”

Bree disappeared momentarily coming back with a tray and tea service, surprising him. As he found it difficult to find a decent cuppa since he arrived in the US, he hoped it would have some caffeine to help with the headache he still had from the smell around the fire equipment but, from what he could determine, it was herbal. Still, hopefully a step up from the restaurants he had frequented recently. As she poured the tea he moved to pull out the note pad he had written all of his questions in. She offered him the first cup she filled along with moving a honey jar closer to him, an unspoken offer to sweeten his, if so desired. She finished pouring her cup before Bree herself sat down, taking the honey jar after he was done with it. Jinx now contently laying across her owners feet.

“So, if it’s alright with you I’d like to go ahead and start,” Charlie finally said after a he took the first sip. Admittedly the questions he had initially been planning to ask were already thrown out the window, changing when she reacted so bizarrely earlier. He felt he’d inadvertently stumbled onto something. He just needed her to clue him in as to what exactly it was.

“Certainly. I’m sure you have many questions, though I get the sense they may have changed direction.” Giving him a knowing look, she continued to sip her tea.

“Indeed. Now, I gather from our conversation earlier that you are very well informed of the sightings in the area of Boston, Ohio?”

“Yes, while I have not been there myself , we at one point had a similar, though smaller, issue of our own here.” At this admission, he was taken aback.

“What exactly do you mean by that?”

“You really think that’s the only place that Natives possibly cursed?” She asked, giving a questing look over her tea cup. He’d heard of a few local legends but hadn’t found anything in recent records.

“You said “at one point,” are you implying you no longer have such issues?” This earned the reporter a smile.

“Yes, it’s been taken care of,” came Bree’s enigmatic reply.

Confusion flooded Charlie’s mind again. He was starting to think he’d leave with more questions than answers if this kept up. Apparently he had paused long enough it had given his hostess time to plan another proverbial bucket of water to drop on his head. The next words she spoke were with a smile and they sent his eyebrows to his hairline.

“By the way, how’s the headache?”

“I beg you’re pardon?” He didn’t think it was so obvious. He ran through his actions in the past few hours since they met and couldn’t find a single time that he’d done something to possibly indicate he’d even had one. He’d been too caught up in everything happening to pay it much mind and now that he thought of it, it was gone rather suddenly.

“You really have no idea who you talked to or who she sent you to, do you?” She leaned against the window sill beside her when she said this, the amusement at his expense obvious. He was trying to keep a poker face but knew he failed when she chuckled.

“Why do I feel it has something to do with the fact you have a book called The Encyclopedia of Magickal Herbs?” he finally asked, nervously shifting his glasses. She smiled again, seeing his bewilderment and finally took pity on him. Leaning forward after setting her cup down, she gave him a thoughtful look before she spoke.

“Mr. Lonnit, how familiar are you with Witchcraft?”

He was pulled from his thoughts when said witch made a disgruntled noise as she looked at her hand. She hadn’t changed much in the last year, her hair growing a little longer and her starting into medicine. He was glad both of them kept up through phone calls and emails.

“Maybe I should have dealt the cards.” She was trying to distract from his question about her edginess. In her defense, the rest of his crew didn’t know the particulars of their meeting and beginning their unlikely friendship. She made it clear she wasn’t comfortable with her practices being common knowledge.

“No, I’m not going up against you when you’ve pulled your card tricks.” He groaned, remembering the amount of times he’d lost to her.

“I can’t help that I’m in Lady Luck’s good graces,” she said with a smug smile. He rolled his eyes at that. If that’s what she wanted to call her offerings to Fortuna, he wouldn’t argue. He just also wouldn’t let her shuffle. The goal was to get Bree to tell him what was bothering her, not lose most of the money he’d brought with him. He knew it was getting worse when she began to play with the medallion she wore. A family tradition she had explained, it was made of carved dark red wood, one side held the image of a roaring lion, the other a scorpion posed to strike. She usually left it under her shirt to keep wandering eyes away from it due it’s personal nature.

“In all seriousness, what’s bothering you? You’ve been short tempered all day. Poor Andrea was about ready to cry when you snapped at her over simply handing you dinner,” he pressed hoping to get to the heart of what was going on. After all, if Bree was on edge there was a reason.

“Maybe it has something to do with being several thousand miles from my home and dog?” she offered.

“Understandable but you know Jinx is well taken care of thanks to your mother. This isn’t your home sickness,” he stated with certainty.

“Stress from the fact that even though you hired me to be medic for the film crew, you’ve been pimping me out to most of the small villages that haven’t seen a doctor in who knows how long?” She shrugged her shoulders, a pointed look on her face as she leaned forward to rest her elbow on her knee.

“Although I wouldn’t use such a crass term, I’ll give you that one and I’m forever grateful you went through the extra training to do so.” He sighed as he leaned forward before he continued, lowering his voice. “You’re having another one of you’re feelings again, aren’t you? I’ve asked you to tell me about when they happen.”

At that his friend sighed and leaned back against the wall behind her. She didn’t know when she’d gotten so easy to read by the Brit, but here she was. She didn’t have to be happy about it though.

“I’ve just had a knot in my stomach for the past few hours. I know it’s not something I ate but I keep hoping it is.” Bree crossed her arms, rubbing them to try to sooth herself for the gods knew how manith time since the pit in her stomach stated growing.

“Do we need to move?” he asked concerned for the group as whole. He didn’t care if he seemed crazy for doing it but if Bree said to move, they moved. Her and Charlie had already discussed these feelings. They always seemed to happen before something hit. Last time she managed to help them avoid getting caught in a bombing by having Kevin, their driver, pull over for an extra few minutes to “stretch her legs.” It was getting to the point the others were noticing. Bree knew they were going to start asking questions soon, and honestly she was surprised they hadn’t already.

“No, I don’t get the feeling it’s something like that,” she said, not used to not being able to pick up what was wrong. She’d hoped that between her little ability and the good will they were building, they would be left alone, but now she was worried it wasn’t enough. She started fanning herself with her shirt, to try and get air flow to cool herself down, the medallion around her neck slipping back out of sight. She really hated the warm weather and even after the month they’d been here she still wasn’t used to it.

Charlie was looking at her again. It wasn’t the first time he felt guilty for calling her up when he was offered to do the job of reporting in the middle of this war. After she had answered all of his questions over the course of a few weeks, he had always gone back to her for advice and a read on things to ensure he wasn’t getting ready to make a mistake. That had been exactly why she was the first person that came to mind when the news outlet mentioned he’d need to make sure his crew had someone for first aid. What had surprised him was how quickly she agreed to it, but all Bree could offer was that something told her to come. At the end of the day, he’d take any help from whatever deities she had watching her back.

“Alright, then prepare for me to finally get my money back from last week.” Bringing them both back to the present.

“I’d like to see you try, Lonnit.” Bree finally pulled back from the wall behind her looking at her hand again to see what she could work with. Her friend won’t know what hit him.

After a few rounds, Charlie was staring at her incredulously.

“I thought you said it only worked if you shuffled the cards yourself?!” he said as she took the wad of cash off the table.

“Did I say that?” Bree was trying to look innocent but knew she was failing at his expression, so instead she opted for her best cheeky grin. All the other could to do was huff at her antics.

“This is normally the point in time I’d recommend strip poker but I love you too much as a brother to want to see you naked, even for comedic purposes.” She smiled as she heard him snort.

“And I, you a sister, but that still doesn’t make up for the alarmingly large amount of money you’ve manage to wring out of me since coming to Iraq.” At his statement she gave him another pointed look.

“Consider it payback for the last house call I had to make, that you insisted on, I might add!”

“In my defense, I had no idea that Badra and Mandali still had an active Republic Guard. You know that old man wouldn’t have gotten better without you.” He had a point. It still didn’t make having to be smuggled in and out of the city any better. There had honestly been a moment when she thought they would get caught but luck was on their side. They ran into two boys willing to help them, one only wanted cash, but the other honed in on her Mothman keychain. Apparently he had an interest in legends and mythology, to the point his degree would be related to it when he went to university overseas. It’d hurt to say goodbye to Monty but it meant their safe passage out of the city. They had stuck to small villages for a reason since then.

“In all seriousness, one of these days doing that is going to bite us in the ass. People are still hostile even with the fall of Saddam and you can bet the US military wouldn’t be happy with our little stunts either.” Bree was shaking her head when she thought about the trouble they’d be in if anyone outside the crew knew what they’d been up to. It was bad enough the locals were starting to purposely seek them out for assistance, and the network had to be getting suspicious of the medical supplies she was using. Thankfully she had taken the time to read into any local herbs but in the face of what the country was going through right now, no matter how much magic she worked, it would only go so far.

“Everything’s going to be alright, Bree, you’ll see.” Charlie reassured her before starting to yawn.

The sun had almost fully set now, with the approaching darkness they began to pack up the cards and hopefully settle in for the evening. Their nightly routine was stopped, though, when a knock came to the door. Kevin answered it leaving only a small crack, enough to hold a conversation with whomever was outside at this time of night. Bree’s stomach was doing flips and she was beginning to wonder what was going on the longer the two talked. She could understand only a little of what was being said, having no time to fully learn the language. Kevin finally moved aside to let the man through, dressed in the simple clothing of a shepherd.

“Bree, he says his mother is in bad shape, something about weakness and a bad stomachache for the past few days. They’re not far from us, an hour or so. You up to going tonight?” Kevin asked as he pulled away from the door.

“Is there anything else she’s suffering from? That could be a number of things.” She said already reaching for her packs. Her body oddly settled, not with a feeling of ease but finality. She heard him speaking with the man at the door again.

“You can’t avoid it or them, not anymore.” Came across her mind, sending a chill down her spine. She wasn’t sure who said it but they had never steered her wrong.

“No, nothing else. Sounds simple enough,” their driver answered, breaking her train of thought.

“Who do you want to go with you, Bree?” Charlie asked, he never let her leave by herself, but tonight was going to have to be different. If what they said was true, she wasn’t dragging anyone else into this.

“I think I’ll go on my own on this one. Something tells me I’ll be back before sunrise.” She moved to grab her canteen and put her ball cap on to make sure he didn’t see her face. She hated lying to him and tried to avoid it. She went to grab her kukri, a present from Charlie before they started the job. He thought she would enjoy the superstition related to the knife and wanted to make sure she had some protection when she came here with him. Securing the sheathe to her thigh, she may not be about to prevent whatever mess she was getting into, but she was not going unarmed.

“That’s… not like you, are you sure?” Charlie wasn’t convinced, the thought of her going alone making his own stomach twist.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” Finally looking up at him, she smiled to reassure him. “I’ll be back before you know it,” she said, walking towards the man who’d called on them.

“Bree, I don’t like this. I’m going with you” She stopped and turned to stared at him, something about it making the knot in his stomach worse, but for once, he would not be backing down. He wasn’t letting anything happen to her, not because of him. She sighed as she closed her eyes and shook her head at the expression on his face.

“Okay, but make it quick. I really do want to be back for breakfast.” She finally lamented. He went to grab everything he needed for the trip. It may be a quick one but he still would bring a camera just in case. After he grabbed everything, he turned to Kevin. He’d hoped they wouldn’t need them but he had at least had the foresight to make sure information was put together on everyone in the crew in case a missing person report needed to be sent. Thankfully they’d always been back by the time Bree figured on but this time something felt off, her behavior putting him on edge.

“If we’re not back by sunrise, send those packets into the US military.” Kevin nodded, looking unsure himself. Charlie turned to where Bree and the shepherd stood, motioning for the man to lead the way. The three stepped out of the safe house and turning down the street, slowly walking out of sight.

When six am rolled around everyone in the crew now had that same pit in their stomachs. There was no sign of Charlie or Bree. Kevin started heading as fast as he could to the closest US unit they knew of with the information packets in hand. He was silently cursing when he finally made it to the soldiers after an hour, something had gone horribly wrong.

[prvttystvr]

House of Ashes headcanons🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Jason Kolchek: bisexual, he/him

there’s no way this guy is hetero. The way he smiles at Salim, the way he looks at him. Even if you chose the “bad options” it seems like they’re flirting (we can also see Jason’s choking kink eheh). I like to think that he has a lot of internalized homophobia, probably because of his childhood. I also like to think he signed up in the military just to see muscular men and women✨✨

Salim Othman: bisexual or pansexual, he/him

same as Jason, he can’t be hetero when he’s with the marine. He probably doesn’t have internalized homophobia, but didn’t realized easily he was queer (probably because ofhis family). My indecision between bisexual and pansexual comes by a fanfic I read where Salim said he didn’t care about the gender of who he loved. Besides that, his son accept him and just wants to see his dad happy <3

Rachel King: bisexual, she/her

House of Bisexuals. Jokes apart, I love to see how she immediately began to take to heart Clarice. I both ship her with Clarice and with Eric+Nick (when the love triangle becomes a polyamorous relationship>>>). In both cases, I can see the passion she puts in all her relationships, which are different compared to the ones with Jason, Joey or Merwin. Also mommy vibes

Nick Kay: questioning, he/him

my man didn’t know he would eventually fell in love with both a cute blondie and a badass blondie. As I said, I really love to see Eric, Rachel and Nick as a polyamorous relationship, but with some other things. Rachel is totally ok with this and with her sexual orientation, but Eric and Nick needs to understand a lot of things. Eric is ok with his sexual orientation, but it would take a little while to understand that he’s polyamorous. Beside, Nick is ok with the fact that he’s polyamorous, but still needs to understand his sexuality

Eric King: bisexual, he/him

my man has more mommy issues than water in his body. Probably his friends understood he’s bisexual before himself, and when he understood it he was scared. Rachel always supported him and wanted him to be ok. After a while, he accepted he was bisexual, but was still a little scared to talk about it to the others

Clarice Stokes: lesbian, she/her

you can’t tell me otherwise, I refuse to hear she doesn’t like girls. You can say she is bi, pan, omni and so on, but you can’t say she is hetero. I read somewhere that at the start she flirted with Jason, but I didn’t see it (maybe because I’m dumb)

Merwin: hetero, he/him

I like to think he acts like a homophobe and makes a lot of jokes about the gays, but when he discovers a friend of his is queer, he’s going to protect them with all himself. Still a misogynist, but maybe not a homophobe

Joey: gay, he/him

he didn’t come out to anybody except for Merwin. This is way he makes a lot of jokes about the two being together and doing things. Maybe someone understands it, but doesn’t say a word. He’s too scared to come out

Dar Basri: hetero, he/him

he’s homophobic, I just know that

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sorry for my English :’)

I did the edits, fell free to use them!

[best-supermassive-character]

Pairs from Round 1:

1. ‌The Curator x Dr. Hill – Nick Kay x Salim Othman x Jason Kolchek – Jacob Custos x Nick Furcillo

2. ‌Fliss DuBois x Julia – Laura Kearney x Hannah Washington – Kate Wilder x Julia

3. ‌Hannah Washington x Jessica Riley – Matt Taylor x Ashley Brown – Salim Othman x Dar Basri

4. ‌John x Angela – Conrad x Jacob Custos – Kate Wilder x Jamie Tiergan

5. ‌Mike Munroe x Jessica Riley – Conrad x Beer x Rachel King – Conrad x Fliss DuBois

6. ‌Daniel x Taylor – Hannah Washington x Emily Davis – Nathan Merwin x Joey Gomez

7. ‌Charlie Anderson x Hodgson expedition – Rachel King x Clarice Stokes – Nick Kay x Salim Othman

8. ‌Jeff Whitman x Marie Whitman – Emily Davis x Ashley Brown – Revenant Carver x Judge Wyman

9. ‌Abraham Alastor x Tabitha Milton – Alex Smith x Julia – Nick Kay x Rachel King

10. ‌Kurum x Balathu – Lady Bradshaw x Ellis van Huyten – Hannah Washington x Ashley Brown

11. ‌Emma Mountebank x Kaitlyn Ka – Eric King x Nick Kay – Eric King x Nick Kay x Rachel King

12. ‌Beth Washington x Emily Davis – Beth Washington x Sam Giddings

13. ‌Jason Kolchek x Salim Othman – Erin Keenan x Rachel King

14. ‌Mike Munroe x Jessica Riley x Emily Davis – Conrad x Brad Smith

15. ‌Granthem Du'Met x Kate Wilder – Granthem Du'Met x Jamie Tiergan

16. ‌Mark Nestor x Kate Wilder x Jamie Tiergan x Erin Keenan – Adam Jones x Jonathan Finn

17. ‌Emily Davis x Jessica Riley – Kate Wilder x Erin Keenan

18. ‌Joseph Lambert x Amy Lambert – Mark Nestor x Kate Wilder

19. ‌Joe Roberts x Charlie Anderson – Tanya Clarke x Vince Barnes

20. ‌Danny x Olson – Ashley Brown x Chris Hartley x Josh Washington

21. ‌Emily Davis x Sam Giddings – The Curator x Player

22. ‌Dylan Lenivy x Chainsaw – Tabitha Milton x Taylor

23. ‌Brad Smith x Fliss DuBois – Emma Mountebank x Abigail Blyg

24. ‌Beth Washington x Laura Kearney – Conrad x Brad Smith x Fliss DuBois

25. ‌Kaitlyn Ka x Ryan Erzahler x Dylan Lenivy – Jamie Tiergan x Erin Keenan

26. ‌Laura Kearney x Kaitlyn Ka – Granthem Du'Met x Erin Keenan

27. ‌Laura Kearney x Max Brinly – Sam Giddings x Jessica Riley

28. ‌Conrad x Josh Washington – Emma Mountebank x Kaylee Hackett

29. ‌Matt Taylor x Jessica Riley – Brad Smith x Dylan Lenivy

30. ‌Rachel King x The Ancient One – Dar Basri x Eric King

31. ‌Ashley Brown x Jessica Riley – Kate Wilder x Erin Keenan x Jamie Tiergan

32. ‌Chris Hartley x Ashley Brown – Ryan Erzahler x Dylan Lenivy

33. ‌Kate Wilder x The Curator – Becky Marney x Felicity Graves

34. ‌Sam Giddings x Hannah Washington – Nick Furcillo x Abigail Blyg

35. ‌Josh Washington x Chris Hartley – Laura Kearney x Travis Hackett

36. ‌Max Brinly x Laura Kearney x Travis Hackett – Nick Kay x Jason Kolchek

37. ‌Josh Washington x Jessica Riley – Kate Wilder x Shelby

38. Fliss DuBois x Julia - Mark Nestor x Joseph Morello 39. Emily Davis x Ashley Brown - Kate Wilder x Michelle Morello

[thefanficmonster]

Save a Bullet

Rachel King x Dr. Clarice Stokes [The Dark Pictures Anthology: House Of Ashes]

Warnings: SPOILERS for the game House of Ashes, Swearing, Injuries, Monsters, Canon-typical violence

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Romance,  Alternate Ending

Summary: What if there is a way to save Clarice? Well, you can bet or Rachel to bend backwards to save her friend.

Requested by @lavadoge  Hi darling! Here’s your other request! I hope I managed to capture what you had in mind and I really hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

Yes, she’s a CIA field officer. Yes, she’s been trained to handle basically any level of hostility of any assailant and/or enemy. But has Rachel been prepared to face winged demons? It would seem she hasn’t been judging by this unfortunate position she’s found herself in, desperately trying to ward off a winged vampire creature with an emptied rifle.

The second she feels another one of them lingering behind her, she knows she’s a goner, silently praying for the rest of her team who’s not in any luckier of a position, most of them running low on ammo which seems to do little damage when not shot in the proper point on the creature’s body. A perfectly aimed shot is not easy to execute with the dim lighting and the disorienting flipping of the creatures’ wings and their constant movement.

In short, they’re all goners.

A growl is heard from behind Rachel, one not typically in character for the monsters. Suddenly, the creature behind her is removed from the equation, distracting the one that’s barely two feet from her enough for her to whack it with the rifle, putting a significant amount of distance between herself and it. In that space slips Salim who uses the metal pipe he’s wielding to stab the vampire through its heart, buying Rachel some time to pump the last three bullets in the rifle as she turns around to see what became of the other enemy.

Her eyes widen at the sight of the weakened, pale and slightly turned Clarice who’s managed to take the thing down and rip its heart out with her bare hands.

“I told you I’m not out of the fight yet.“ She says, her voice gravely, coming out more as a growl but still comprehensible enough for Rachel to grasp onto what she’s implying.

“I never said you were.“ She gives the girl a small smile of reassurance, “We’ll get you out to the surface in time, I promise.“

Clarice nods before balling her fists, holding back a screech of pain as she backs away from the woman, afraid of hurting her.

“Rachel! There’s an opening on the other side of that drop!“ Jason exclaims as he too takes down a vampire, “Get to the ledge and climb up the rocks! There’s a team already up there, they’ll help you the rest of the way up! But...I doubt any of us could fit through...“ He looks at Eric, Nick and Salim, seeming making an important decision this very moment, “Go! We’ll hold these pieces of shit back!“

Both women turn their head to where he’s motioning to see a small sliver of light peering through the jagged rocks, barely reaching through the tiny gap. Although as it is it’d be impossible for a human to squeeze through, they can both agree it’s worth a shot to try and carve a bigger hole to be able to get up.

“What do you say?“ Rachel asks the young doctor who’s already fought her way to her feet and has made an unstable step forward.

“It’s better than just standing around.“ Says Clarice who still hasn’t taken her eyes off the possible exit, “But then again I could also die. Still better than turning into a monster though.“

Taking that as good of an answer as she’s gonna get, Rachel takes Clarice by the wrist, dragging her behind her as she runs to the ledge where a climbing rope is already dangling from their earlier descent. She hands it to the younger woman, giving her an encouraging nod to battle her insecurity before sending her swinging over the seemingly bottomless abyss beneath them, separating the two ledges. 

The tightness leaves Rachel’s chest when Clarice’s feet land on the ground, letting out a sigh of relief. She quickly follows after her, sticking the landing and making sure the rope is sturdy enough to get them back in case the plan doesn’t end up working. By the time she’s turned around, Clarice has already began the quest of widening the climbing space so the two could get through. Rachel rushes over to help her, doubling the force with which they crumble the rocks beneath their grasp. Using the hooks of their climbing gear they make headway, enough for that sliver of light to now seem like a small spotlight, no wide enough for them to get their bodies through to their shoulders meaning they’re only small ways away from the surface. 

And just then, one of those creatures slips past the force of the four men holding back the rest, charging towards the two. However, Rachel’s having none of it. With a bullet to its chest, it topples down to the bottom of the abyss. It all happens within the blink of an eye, not even allowing Clarice to turn and look but that doesn’t stop her from sending her message loud and clear to her partner. 

“Save one of those bullets. Your meds might not work.“ She says, not even bothering to look although the reason she doesn’t is because she’d much rather not let her see the fear in her eyes. Fear of those meds actually not working like her pessimistic side predicts. It’s quite difficult to be optimistic at a time like this but she’s trying, desperately so.

Reluctantly, Rachel nods, hoping she’ll end up taking that bullet out of the rifle and chuck it somewhere far from them and not have it end up shot into Clarice’s body. With that thought in mind, she leads the way, struggling her way up the tight space as she calls out to the med team Jason radioed to. The helmeted head of a Marine medical staff member appears, looking down at the blood-soaked CIA officer who’s asking for their help quite urgently, suggesting it’s an emergency that requires them acting quickly.

With that, the person offers Rachel a hand which she immediately takes, using the pull to help her up to the surface, her legs kicking against the boulder, pushing herself up the best she can. When she manages to make it up, she turns around, looking down the hole at Clarice, signaling for her to start climbing up as well. Her and the med worker do their best to drag her out of there which is when Rachel realizes she should’ve probably warned the worker of the state of her friend. The worker, although repulsed, doesn’t show it as he helps the blond woman carry the turning scientist to the tent they had set up making quick work to tie her down as she starts thrashing the animalistic instincts of the infection kicking in but luckily not strongly enough to break her out of the restraints.

Rachel is basically pushed out of the tent where she settles on going back down to help the others instead of waiting around to drive herself crazy. But, even as she slides down the hole she knows her mind will remain up there, in that tent.

*  *  *  *  *

Nick helps Eric up the climb space, following the first Lieutenant and the CIA officer who’ve already made a run to the tent. Eric stays behind to help Salim but calls after the team, telling them the two will catch up. Rachel doesn’t catch his words though, running to throw the fabric of the tent open to see the a-lot-less green and monstrous Clarice, lying where she’d left her. She looks a bit pale and exhausted but she also looks quite content to be alive and...well, human.

Hearing the whipping sound of the fabric getting pulled roughly, she opens her eyes, mildly alarmed but is calmed down instantly when she sees Rachel with Jason and Nick’s heads peering over her shoulders, looking in.

“What’s up, folks?“ She drawls, tipping her cap with the arm which isn’t hooked up to an IV, “Glad to see you all alive.“

“Likewise.“ Says Rachel with a grin as she walks in, followed by the four men. “Knew I wouldn’t need that bullet.“

Clarice chuckles, “Keep it, I’ll shoot it on my way out. You know, in a celebratory way.”

Rachel laughs, tapping the rifle she’s strapped to her hip, “You got it, boss.“

She wasn’t wrong to tell Rachel to save the bullet, it’ll help them leave this place with a literal BANG.

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[kolchekyourweapons]

Jason: I’m texting Salim, I’m gonna ask him to dinner. How should I text it? “Let’s get dinner” or “Do you wanna get dinner?”

Nick: Go with “let’s get dinner” so you’re like, assertive and confident -

Jason: For sure -

*pause*

Nick: Actually no, now you sound a little aggressive, cause you don’t wanna be the guy that’s like “LET’S GET DINNER” like you’re some sort of caveman

Rachel: You’re supposed to ask him to dinner, not tell him to dinner -

Eric: Just say “Do you wanna get dinner” -

Jason: Perfect -

Merwin: Actually wait now you sound kinda like a pussy

Jason: This is tough

Nick: The last thing you wanna be is like the overly masculine guy like “LET’S GET DINNER I’M THE BREADWINNER BITCH” -

Clarice: But guys also love assertiveness -

Eric: Say “dinner would be something that I would enjoy taking you on if you were also interested in attending the meal” -

Nick: More words the better -

Joey: No wait, say “I would like nothing more than to take you to the finest restaurant in town for a lovely meal that we call dinner” -

Jason: Should I send that in a voice memo - ?

Merwin: FUCK THAT, say “Dinner tonight, 7pm, take it or leave it you BITCH” cause he’s playing games now, sign it, seal it, deliver it -

Nick: I don’t know why guys are so difficult all the time -

Eric: Definitely don’t say that to him -

*text from Salim*

Salim: Hi Jason, would you like to get dinner?

[kindheartedgummybears]

this is...

this is........

this is bullshi-

[ultrabananapudding]

Rachel x Clarice my beloved......