#wc: 1751

[joelalorian]

Under False Pretenses - Epilogue

Stepdad!Dave York x f!reader | wc: 1751 | masterlist

Summary: A challenging mission, whirlwind marriage, and an unexpected yet captivating stepdaughter push Dave York to the brink as secrets, feelings, and loyalties collide.

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ mdni. Stepdad trope (but also not really). Unspecified (small) age gap. Soft, sexy, and intense Dave. Nicknames and terms of endearment. Cursing. Lots of love. Unprotected p in v. Marriage! Honeymoon! Forever starts today!

A/N: Just a tiny epilogue to bring this one to a close. Thank you to all who have enjoyed this story and stayed patient through some slow updates. This story holds a huge piece of my heart, and I'm sad to see it come to an end.

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Frothy waves crashed along the shore, a breeze sending small whisps of sand along the quiet expanse. The beach was empty except for you, Dave, the girls, and the small circle of people who truly mattered in your lives – Ari, Resnik, Kovac, and the two girlfriends you grew close to over the past year as you settled into life in North Carolina. The men stood in the golden afternoon light, their pant legs rolled up and sunglasses perched on their heads, while the women wore sundresses and flowers in their hair. Ranger sat proudly near the driftwood arch you spent hours artfully setting up, donning a bowtie Alice and Molly insisted he wear.

You stood barefoot in the fine quartz sand, your ivory dress simple and flowing to just past your knees, the fabric fluttering like sea foam. Your hair and makeup were done up more than you normally preferred, but you felt beautiful, nonetheless. You smiled radiantly at Dave as he stood at the end of the short, seashell-lined aisle, his own smile laced with disbelief and wonder.

This… this was the wedding day of your dreams.

Instrumental music played from Ari’s phone as you moved with eager, yet exceedingly patient footsteps through the sand. When you finally came to a stop, Dave stood in front of you, sun cutting lines through his dark hair, hands steady as they took your trembling ones. His suit jacket lay abandoned on the sand, sleeves rolled to his forearms. A thin layer of sea salt clung to his calves from dipping his toes in the water to calm his nerves earlier.

“I didn’t think I’d ever get a second chance at love,” he whispered softly so only you could hear. “Especially not a love like this.”

Your throat tightened, tears stinging the back of your eyes. You swore you wouldn’t cry today, but… “I didn’t think I’d ever feel like I belonged in a family, but you showed me what a real home could be.”

Resnik took his place in front of the two of you, ready to play the officiant. Neither of you thought he was serious when he insisted he had the right certification to officiate the wedding. Now, Resnik ended up being the perfect person to marry the two of you. The vows were whispered, barely spoken over the sound of the waves crashing ashore. Alice and Molly giggled when they saw their dad tear up, and your friends dabbed their eyes with a tissue passed back and forth.

There was no wedding march. No fanfare. Just laughter and the sound of the sea, and Dave’s lips brushing yours in a kiss that sealed the deal, saying everything without words.

You were officially a York now, and you couldn’t imagine anything better.

“Is it time for cake now?” Molly called out, her sweet voice carrying over the wind and drawing your first kiss as a married couple to an end with a chuckle.

“Better feed the bottomless pit,” you teased, swiping the hint of lipstick staining Dave’s lips with your thumb.

“She has been waiting very patiently,” Dave quipped. “I saw her eyeing that cake hours ago.”

“Let’s not make her wait any longer, then.” The pair of you led the way back to the house, the girls skipping behind you, making their dresses sway in the breeze.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter until Dave dragged you away for the honeymoon getaway. The location was a surprise – he even went so far as to pack your luggage for you so you couldn’t guess based on the clothes needed. He chartered a private plane and made you wear a blindfold as the plane dipped beneath the clouds.

Dave York was very lucky that you trusted him so completely. You weren’t particularly fond of being blindfolded or restrained after being abducted last year, but you knew Dave would never hurt you. Still, your heart pounded like a drum in your chest as Dave drove, your body swaying with the curves of the road.

After an hour, the car finally came to a stop on gravel.

“Stay right there,” Dave murmured as he shut the car off and got out. A moment later, the passenger door opened, and Dave’s large hand grasped your smaller one. “Come on, sweetheart.”

He guided you out of the car and stood behind you as he gently pulled the blindfold from your eyes. A log cabin made of dark wood and a pitched roof sat before you. The rustic porch, wrapping around the structure, boasted two handmade rocking chairs and a gorgeous view of the mountains behind you.

Your breath wafted visibly as you gazed open-mouthed at the surroundings. Finally, the crispness of the air caught up with you, and you realized you weren’t anywhere you’d been before.

“Where are we?”

“Where do you think we are?” Dave shot back, a playful arch in his brow.

“Well, certainly not in Kansas anymore,” you snarked.

“Clearly.”

Taking your hand, Dave led you up the steps to the porch and into the cabin. If the outside was rugged and unassuming, the interior was downright luxurious with a soothing palette and an inviting fire roaring in the hearth. The furniture was brown and plush, cream colored throw blankets draped artfully along the arms and back. You immediately wanted to snuggle with Dave on the cloud-like cushions and make love long into the night.

“Do you like it?” There was a twinge of vulnerability in Dave’s voice, like he was afraid that he had gotten it wrong somehow.

“It’s perfect,” you breathed, turning to him with wide, round eyes as they slowly filled with tears. You pressed your lips to his, infusing the kiss with every ounce of love you held in your heart for this wonderful, complex man.

You spent the day doing just as you hoped, making love on a pile of blankets in front of the fire, sharing bottles of wine and food Dave had stocked before your arrival, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

“Are you ever going to tell me where we are?” you asked the next morning as the sun peeked through the curtains, casting shadows across the room.

“Banff,” Dave grunted as he came to wakefulness next to you.

“We’re in fucking Canada?!”

The Canadian Rockies were gorgeous. Snow covered the mountaintops, cascading down into the valley below in wintery bliss. Ski slopes were perfectly powdered, allowing your skis to slice through the snow as you and Dave weaved back and forth down the hill. The streets of the village were cleared, allowing you to explore the various shops and dine in the finest restaurants. Each meal more decadent than the last, Dave spoiled you each and every moment.

Your favorite moments, though, were the ones shared between just the two of you in the cabin. Discussing everything and nothing simultaneously, it was beautiful, intimate, and loving.

On the third night, you had a surprise for Dave.

Stretched back on the bed, he gazed at your naked form as you hid something behind your back. Dark eyes drank you in, the heat of his gaze warming your skin. Sliding up the length of him, your tongue darted across your bottom lip when his cock twitched to full hardness. He reached for you, but you merely shook your head.

“Nuh uh,” you said, holding up a finger to stall any further movement without your order. “I’m in charge tonight. Is that clear?”

Dave’s cock throbbed beneath your weight and those glacially dark eyes blazed with fiery interest. “Crystal.”

“Good,” you pulled a pair of cushioned handcuffs from behind your back. With an air of authority, you added, “Raise your hands over your head and grasp the headboard.”

His eyes narrowed, but he dutifully followed your command after a beat of hesitation. “Enjoy this while it lasts, kitten.”

Placing the cuffs around his wrists with a click, you tested the give. The headboard held strong, limiting Dave’s movements, and you winked at him cheekily. “Oh, I definitely plan to.”

Sitting back, you admired the sight before you. Dave stretched back against the pillows, hands cuffed to the headboard, dark eyes glittering with a mix of trust and heat, and maybe a bit of patient retribution hiding in the depths. You straddled his thighs with slow and deliberate movements, trailing your nails across his skin, before leaning over to lave your tongue over the same spots with little kitten licks, teasing and tasting.

With graceful movements, you plucked the vibrating cock ring from the spot you hid it in the bedside table, licking all around the rubber while staring straight into your husband’s widened eyes, and slid it over the head of his hardened cock. Once in place, you pressed the little button three times to get it to the setting you liked most and slithered further up his body until his cock begged entry into your pussy.

“Are you ready for this?” you murmured, using one hand to glide the tip of Dave’s cock through your folds, sharing the evidence of your arousal.

Dave let out a breathless laugh. “I was born ready, my little firecracker. Lay it on me.”

You sank onto his hardened length at once, both of you moaning at the sensation. You ground down on him, letting the vibrator work its magic on your clit before you began bouncing on your husband’s cock. What a lucky woman you were, to have this beautiful cock to yourself for the rest of your life.

The first orgasm came quickly, and Dave begged you to free his hands so he could touch you – oh, how he longed to touch every part of you in that moment, but you refused. Bodies moving like poetry written in sweaty skin, you took your time as you both gave every bit of yourselves over to the passion.

When the battery died and your bodies were wrung of every last orgasmic drop, the cuffs finally clicked free, and Dave wrapped you in his arms, never wanting to let go.

The rest of the honeymoon was a dream – a full week in wintery Alberta where you spent the days skiing and snowshoeing and the evenings exploring each other in every corner of the cabin. You never wanted to leave, yet you missed the girls and Ranger too much to stay. When you arrived home to that beach house in North Carolina, your life truly began.

fin

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[aryburn-trains]

Headed for Hearst

AC/WC train number 1 is about 40 minutes into its all day journey to Hearst as it skirts a cliff north of Heyden. 1751 and 1750 are in charge on June 8, 1997.

[20th-century-railroading]

Christmas 1998 by Chuck Schwesinger Via Flickr: A couple days before Christmas 1998, WC 582, AC 1751, AC 1756 and WC 4011 head SOGBA out of Trout Lake with 44 cars. The crew has a Santa mounted on the low nose of 582 to celebrate the season.

[cloneshipping7567]

Romantic Confessions Part 13

Part 13/30

13. "I can't fathom the idea of my life without you in it."

Pairing: Hunter x Crosshair (As requested by LuminousBug on Ao3)

Rating/WC: T/1751

Warnings: None

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“This is what happens when you let a kid call the shots,” Crosshair drawls, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Hunter.

Hunter rolls his eyes in frustration, glad for his helmet being firmly in place. He and Crosshair have been arguing this entire time, and the sniper is really starting to get on his nerves. “That kid saved your life,” he points out, not bothering to hide his annoyance anymore. “Unlike the Empire, who left you for dead.”

“That’s your problem, Hunter. You take things too personally.” Crosshair steps closer, ignoring the others’ uneasiness. 

And you don’t take things personally enough, he doesn’t say. “They destroyed an entire city,” he says instead. Their home. All of the clones’ home. They left them all for dead, including Crosshair. It feels pretty karking personal. 

“They did what needed to be done,” Crosshair says, leaning into Hunter’s space. “Kamino, regs, the Republic. Their time is over. The Empire will control the entire galaxy. And I’m going to be a part of it.” He shakes his head, and Hunter scoffs openly at him. “Hunter, you made the wrong choice.”

“That’s all you care about?” Hunter finally asks, unable to contain it anymore. “Power? Control? You aren’t important to them. Don’t fool yourself. All you will ever be to them is a number.” 

Crosshair’s chin tilts up, giving away his annoyance. “And what am I to you?” he challenges, the sneer on his lips obvious in his voice. 

“Everything,” Hunter hisses, without missing a beat. 

Crosshair staggers a step backwards at the single word, taken aback. It’s almost satisfying how surprised Cross is, how Hunter could so easily knock him off his game. He stalks off to one of the couches in the far corner of the room.

Fine. Let him sulk. Hunter’s nerves are still fried from the amount of times Crosshair has almost died today. He’s beyond annoyed with the amount of fights they’ve had in the last few hours. 

And, Crosshair is right about one thing: Hunter has no idea how to get them out from this mess.

He turns to look around the room, trying to come up with a plan. He ignores Crosshair and Omega, despite their harsh words to each other, and discusses using the medical capsules as an escape to the surface. 

It takes them a while to figure out how to safely do it, but soon enough he and his brothers are on the surface. Hunter looks down into the water, impatiently waiting for AZ to push Omega’s capsule above the surface. 

“I’m going after AZ!” Omega’s voice suddenly chimes into the comm. 

“Omega, don’t!” Hunter yells, his heart stopping in his chest. Of course she would risk her life to save a droid; it’s just who she is. Why does she have to be so good?

Hunter takes his helmet off and grabs onto the side of his tube, causing Crosshair to shoot him an annoyed look. 

“I don’t see her,” Echo says, worry pitching his voice. 

“I’m going in,” Hunter decides, looking over the side and breathing heavily. He almost jumps, when he sees it out of the corner of his eyes. 

He turns his head to see Crosshair pointing his rifle directly at his face. He looks up at Crosshair, betrayal clearly written across his face. 

He hardly has time to analyze Crosshair’s expression, before he’s shifting the rifle and shooting off a grappling cable. Hunter breathes a deep sigh of relief as it connects to something and starts to reel back in, and leans over the tube. He pulls Omega in, helping her settle. “I’ve got ya,” he mumbles softly, before turning around to raise a brow at Cross. 

Crosshair doesn’t say anything at all, just looks behind him to see Echo, Tech, and Wrecker all aiming their blasters at him in Hunter’s defense. He throws his rifle to Wrecker, who catches it, and sits back down with his arms crossed. 

Hunter pats Omega’s back, helping her cough up the small amount of water she managed to breathe in and catch her breath again. 

Once she’s settled enough, he turns to look at Crosshair once more. He wants to say something. Anything. A simple thank you would be nice right now, but none of the words he can think of seem deep and strong enough to convey what Hunter is feeling. 

Gratitude for saving Omega, yes. But there’s more to it. It makes him feel…something that Crosshair wouldn’t let Hunter dive in after Omega. It makes him feel hopeful that Cross gave Wrecker his rifle-Hunter is sure that signifies something. Some sort of progress. 

And the way Crosshair looked at him, for that millisecond between aiming the rifle at Hunter’s face and aiming it at the water--what was that? What was Cross thinking, what was he feeling? What does it mean?

Hunter thought he had gotten good at getting over Crosshair in these last few months. That he had accepted Crosshair’s absence, had accepted that he needed to move on. That Crosshair didn’t want to be with him anymore, and didn’t even want to be in Hunter’s life anymore. 

“I have a visual on the Marauder,” Tech says suddenly, startling Hunter. He looks back at his and Echo’s pod, shaking himself out of his thoughts. “I suggest we start paddling.”

Hunter looks back at Crosshair once more, wishing he could say something, wishing he knew what he wanted to say. Instead, he turns back around, and starts paddling towards their ship. 

The journey there is long, and the sun has almost completely risen by the time they reach the landing platform. But they make it eventually, and they all take a moment to stand and stare out at the ruin that used to be their home. 

“It’s…all…gone,” Omega says, her voice sad. Hunter walks over to her, putting a comfortning hand on her shoulder.

“We should leave before the Empire’s scouts show up,” Tech suggests, looking to Hunter for approval. Hunter nods once, squeezing Omega’s shoulder. 

“You coming with us?” Wrecker asks, turning to Cross.

Hunter almost scoffs. Of course he is; where else would he go? He doesn’t have a ship other than theirs, and the Empire just tried to kill him. They won’t come back for him. Of course Crosshair is coming with them. 

Except, “None of this changes anything,” Cross says, making Hunter’s breath catch in his throat. 

No. No. He isn’t leaving Crosshair behind again. He isn’t getting back on that ship without Crosshair in tow. Even if it’s kicking and screaming, or limp from a stum blast; Crosshair is leaving this platform on the Marauder with the rest of their batch. 

“You offered us a chance, Crosshair. This is yours,” Hunter says, offering him one more chance. 

“I’ve made my decision,” Crosshair says, turning away from them. 

Hunter crosses his arms over his chest, and listens to his siblings pile onto the ship after accepting Crosshair isn’t coming with them. Omega looks up at Hunter, before looking at Crosshair. She looks back to Hunter and nods once, before following the others onto the ship. 

“What?” Crosshair practically growls, tilting his head over his shoulder to look at Hunter.

Hunter steps closer, and waits for Crosshair to finally give in and turn to face Hunter. “Come with us, Cross,” Hunter says softly.

Crosshair scoffs, but his eyes aren’t cold and closed off like they have been. “I told you, I choose the Empire.”

“Cross,” Hunter says, stepping closer and uncrossing his arms. He’s close enough now that he has to tilt his face up slightly to look the other in the eyes. “Come with us. Come with me.”

Crosshair breathes in a sharp breath, eyes quickly darting between both of Hunter’s. “Why? You have your happy little family. Why are you being so persistent?”

Hunter hums softly, keeping eye contact despite how much he wants to curl in on himself and refuse to let Crosshair ever see him as vulnerable as he’s about to be again. The past several times have proven that Crosshair will hurt Hunter again, that his vulnerability will be unwelcome. 

But he can’t expect Crosshair to sacrifice everything while he keeps all his cards close to his chest. So he takes a deep breath, and lets it out in a controlled sigh. “Because I’ve never stopped loving you.” Crosshair’s eyes go wide, and his lips part in shock. Hunter pushes through. “Because I think about you all the time, and I miss you. Because I’m tired of waiting for you to come back on your own. Because I can’t fathom the idea of my life without you in it. I love you.”

Crosshair blinks, eyes wide. “Hunter…”

Hunter reaches one hand up to cup the back of Crosshair’s neck, the motion familiar and comforting even after all this time. Crosshair’s hands automatically land in their practiced places, one on Hunter’s hip and the other on the place where his neck meets his shoulder. Hunter hums softly, leaning forward so their lips are almost touching. “Cross,” Hunter whispers, eyes flicking between his eyes and lips. 

Crosshair swallows thickly before connecting their lips with a soft press forward. It’s chaste at first, simply testing the waters. 

But Hunter has missed Crosshair, and they both almost died about fives times each today, and he’s tired of fighting, and of keeping himself at a safe distance. He wants to be reckless, he wants to risk it all, he wants to take a leap of faith and land safely in his former lover’s arms.

He smiles into the kiss, deepening it enough to get the point of everything he can’t find the words to say without pushing too far. It feels like coming home in a way nothing else has ever been able to make him feel. 

Crosshair pulls away first, breathless, looking at Hunter with wonder in his eyes. “Hunter.”

“Come with me,” Hunter whispers, squeezing the back of Crosshair’s neck lightly. “I miss you. I love you. Come with me.”

Crosshair leans in and connects their lips again, just a soft touch of their lips, before he steps back. “Okay,” he says, looking towards the ship where their team is very unsubtly peeking around the entrance to the ship. “Okay. I’ll come with you.”

Hunter smiles, taking Crosshair’s hand and turning towards the ship himself. He rolls his eyes at the expressions on their faces, leading Crosshair back to their ship. To whatever future awaits them.

[birdflashweek]

Title: Shirtless in Summer Author: HonorableLiar Rating: Teen WC: 1751 Prompts: “Have we met before? I swear I know you.” | Identity Reveal Summary: It’s beach day! Wally is extremely excited and Dick is nervous.

If only Dick wasn’t in love with his best friend. After all who could even stand to look at someone who is so small, so shrimpy when there are so many better options available.

DAY 2!

Remember to @birdflashweek for anything posted here on tumblr. We're very excited to see what everyone creates <3. Any fic posted you want us to promo will be reblogged here with it's stats, so keep a look out for that! Reminder of today's prompts (NSFW under cut)

[fmdsungheearchive]

10 things i can’t live without. (base online) self para 011. 

location: a studio in seoul date: october 2021 notes: sunghee filming their ten things i can’t live without video. featuring their manager. warning for some talks of body image and dieting. 

During the early days of debut, Sunghee had struggled considerably with being in front of a camera completely by themselves. It was awkward, to say the least, having to stand there and speak to a camera and stare at the staff that stood behind it. No amount of variety training during their trainee years had been enough to make Sunghee comfortable with it. What had done the trick though, to the point where now they could easily go through an entire filming for a personal reality show — like Sunghee’s Sincere Cooking Show — was just having experience. Their year as an MC as well as the gigs as a radio host plus the reality had truly taught Sunghee how to be more comfortable in a situation like this. 

They still didn’t enjoy talking about themselves all that much, but Dimensions had insisted they filmed this video now so it could be released during the down time between Unity’s comeback and the repackage. Sunghee relented, took the things they were supposed to, and arrived at the studio thirty minutes earlier than the scheduled filming so they could go through the whole process of getting their makeup and hair done. 

It felt weird to have so much preparation be done just for their sake, but Dimensions did have a lot of money to spare when it came to Unity, considering how much money they made for the company, so. Sunghee would just accept it for what it was. Once everything was set up and the cameras started rolling, Sunghee smiled. 

“Hi everybody, it’s Unity’s Sunghee,” they bowed their head, hands resting on the table. “And I’m here to talk about the ten things I can’t live without. Honestly, most of my list is pretty boring and kind of obvious, but I think the fans are going to think it’s fun to know, at least?” Sunghee chuckled, reaching for the first item. “The very first item is well, my phone. I think I can say the brand, right?” The director nodded and their question. “Okay, so, my phone. I use my phone for everything. Calls, e-mails, speaking to my family, all of that. It’s always with me. I have an iPhone 12 that I got a few months ago. I know the fans joked about me getting an iPhone after so long using other brands, but I have an explanation for that, actually! It’s because my laptop stopped working last year and I ended up buying a MacBook. For compatibility reasons, after my last phone stopped working, I decided to get an iPhone, but I think the other phone was just as good as an iPhone. It was mostly for work, I swear!

“And from there we can go to the next item, which is my laptop,” Sunghee put down their phone, reaching for their laptop. They had to cover some of the stickers with a weak adhesive as they were slightly inappropriate for broadcast and they showed the laptop to the camera. “Like I said, I got it last year. It’s a MacBook Pro, I carry this with me everywhere as well. I work on my music here, and I also watch films and all of that. It was difficult learning how to use it after so long using a PC but now that I’m used to it, it’s also pretty good.”

Returning the laptop to the table, Sunghee tugged on the sleeve of their shirt to show the next item. 

“I swear I’m not getting paid to do this promo!” Some staff chuckled behind the camera and Sunghee smiled. “But the next item is my Apple Watch. I’m not really good at remembering everything I have to do and there’s a limit to how much my manager noona can do it for me, so the watch just reminds me to do things like drink water or eat. I’m a very forgettable person and these reminders pretty much save my life.”

Shaking off the sleeve, Sunghee grabbed the next item. “Also I promise there are things other than tech here, but I also cannot live without my headphones. I don’t really like those in-ear phones? I know everybody owns Air Pods nowadays and I do have those as well which I use mostly to go to the airport and stuff like that, but I prefer these bluetooth headphones. They fit on my head nicely, they aren’t tight so they don’t give me a headache and, most importantly, their noise cancelling is really good, so I can work on music in peace.” Sunghee also wore them even if they weren’t listening to music, just for the protection the noise cancelling offered. 

“Stopping with the tech for a bit,” setting the phone down, they reached for their necklace. Sunghee had pondered whether to talk about it or not, but they had noticed how much the fans spoke about their necklaces and their bracelets, so they thought it would be better to address it some way, even if it wasn’t completely honest, to get the rumours to settle down. “I used to have the really bad habit of biting my nails,” false. “So I started using these chewable necklaces instead. They are really good for settling nerves and making me feel less anxious,” true. “And I own them in a bunch of different colours, so they can match whatever I’m wearing.”

“On the topic of nails,” Sunghee dropped the topic as fast as they could, reaching for the pouch on the table. “I didn’t know whether to show these or not but my manager noona encouraged me too, so here it is.” Opening it, Sunghee took out a couple of bottles and a few pack of stickers. “These are the things I use to decorate my nails. It also helps me not biting them, but I just like making my nails colourful. I used to be insecure about it, but seeing how much the fans enjoy them, I decided to learn how to pain them myself and now I carry these with me everywhere. It’s really good to pass the time when we’re backstage, and whatnot. Some of the make up noonas will even let me paint their nails sometimes, and I’m getting better at it, so I’m proud of myself for it!”

“Going back to tech real quick,” Sunghee put the bottles and the stickers back in the pouch, pushing it aside and grabbing the console. “My Nintendo Switch. I have both the normal one and the lite that I usually take with me to work, but I brought the normal one today because I wanted to show you that it’s customized.” Sunghee moved it closer to the camera, showing it around. “I managed to get it in a maroon colour, because of Unity, and I thought it looked pretty cool, doesn’t it? I play video games all the time, it’s my favourite way to pass the time and what I usually do during my days off. Most of my friends have it as well, so I also play a lot of co-op games, and it’s very fun. I recommend it to anyone who wants to play games.”

Putting the Switch down, Sunghee realised their throat was starting to hurt so they asked to pause the filming for a moment so they could get a glass of water. A hair stylist came in, fixing their hair a little bit, as did their manager with the vitamins they should’ve taken an hour ago. Sunghee downed them, slightly embarrassed, and the woman patted their shoulder and chuckled at them. 

Starting back again, Sunghee grabbed one of the last few items. “Okay this is a bit silly, but the other thing I can’t live without is pumpkin juice? The fans know that my cheeks are very chubby still, no matter how much dieting or exercising I do, and they get very swollen sometimes. The best thing to get them to go down a little bit is to drink some pumpkin juice. I do like the taste too, so I always carry these around with me or have my manager carry it for me. If you haven’t tried it you should because they are really good!”

“On the topic of food,” Sunghee let out a nervous laughter, reaching for the massive bag resting on the side of the table. “So. I usually prefer to work during the night and I also struggle a lot with insomnia, so I end up taking a lot of late night snacks. My favourite snack currently is Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal. I don’t eat it with milk or anything, just pretty much straight out of the bag, and I currently have this bag that is almost done and another full one at home.” Sunghee looked behind the camera and laughed again. “My manager is shaking her head at me, she keeps telling me to eat healthier snacks, but I can’t help it. I’m not really good with food textures, but the taste in this one is so good that it doesn’t bother me as much.”

Sunghee took a deep breath. “Last but not least,” they reached on the floor for the rest item, setting the pair of sneakers on the table. “High top Converse. I have almost one of each colour at home. I wear these with everything, I swear. The only thing I don’t do with them is practicing because they are uncomfortable for dancing, but I usually switch out of my practice shoes and straight into one of those as soon as we’re done practicing. Yeah. I just really like them, I think they are comfortable and they match any outfit.”

“Oh, we’re done, are we done?” As the staff started clapping, Sunghee released a sigh of relief, smiling at the camera. “Well, those were the ten things I can’t live without. Why don’t you share what your ten things are? I can’t wait to read all your lists! Bye!”

As the director screamed cut, Sunghee’s shoulders sagged and they allowed themselves to rest back against the chair. Their manager was the first to show up at their side, offering them more water and a Capri Sun, which they drank eagerly. 

“Do I still have more to do today?” They asked, standing up, putting their phone in their pocket and helping their manager gather their stuff. 

“One meeting and one quick photoshoot for company stuff and you’re free,” she patted Sunghee’s side as they sighed. “Come on, you can do this.” 

[momoiiiyume]

like heaven

modern fantasy au risa x limbo wc:1751

cw: minor blood, too much kissing, attempted spicy scene (still practicing) note: - this was based on a comm i got from a friend on twitter! pls perceive it. i love so much orz - there are some things that are not explained here but i will explain next time. please bare with me. - tiny reference to tale of the nine tailed bc this au was partly inspired by it and i love it so much!!

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It had been 5 days since Limbo last saw Risa. He was in his castle throne room lamenting about not seeing her. It hurt him. According to his subordinates and Helvetica, it seems she just suddenly disappeared and left. She wasn’t at the church with her nun duties nor in the town doing whatever Risa does in the last week. He was truly baffled. His vampiric powers weren’t much help, it seemed like she somehow cut herself off from him.

Closing his eyes once more, he tried using them again, however, this time there was a faint presence. “Risa?!” His eyes widened and sat up. At the same time, the great double doors to the throne room opened to reveal one of his subordinates. He ran up to the prince and kneeled down, not daring to look him in the eye. No one ever looked straight into the eyes of the royal family. 

“Y-Your highness…!” He yelled. Limbo hated when they do that. He could hear them fine. “What is it? I’m extremely busy right now. This better be good news.”

“I-It’s about your mate… It seemed like… she has returned.” So it was true. “Where is she right now?” 

“She’s currently at the church. One of the guards off duty had spotted her entering the building.” 

Without hearing another word, Limbo was instantly headed to the church. 

Once he reached the church, he paused at the door. He was kind of nervous. Would she be okay with seeing him again? She suddenly stopped talking to him for reason. He never knew why. And then she just vanished into thin air. Amazing just as he was truly falling for her as her, she had just left him. 

And then he realized something was wrong. He realized he was close to the door. If he recalls, the wards of this place were placed so any vampire or other creatures could not come in. So why was it he could come even close to the door? He then sensed that only one person was currently in the church. It was Risa. 

Without hesitation, he reached for the doorknob to open it, hoping it was locked. Unfortunately for him, it was unlocked. Why was he able to open the door? He then walked into the church. It was the first time he’d ever been in this church since it was built in the 1920s. He thought something like this was something beautiful to behold. 

He kept on walking down the aisle when he saw a figure at the altar with her back turned to him. Risa. In all her beauty.

“You must be wondering why you’re walking freely in the church.” She suddenly spoke, causing him to freeze in his path. Risa still her back turned to him, looking at the stained glass windows in front of her. They were her favourite part of the church. It was beautiful to look at. “I was the one who took it down. Don’t worry, it’ll be back up in an hour but your presence will remain hidden for a while. I…” She paused, now turning around to face him, “I... I think it’s time we settle this and talk without any interruption because I’m tired of running and I,” She cut herself off, holding back the tears that were threatening to come down when she put the wards down.

She took a breath before continuing. “I… just wanna know what I mean to you.” She stared Limbo deep into his beautiful blue eyes. “From the moment I met you, I was truly taken away with you. You’re the first guy I ever encountered that stole my heart. Something about you has really captivated me. I’m the daughter of the head priest and a nun, I was told to never have these thoughts, that I was to remain pure and holy. To devote myself to God. But you come in and invade my every thought. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. You’re a vampire, an enemy of the church. Someone I shouldn’t even be talking to. Despite that, we’ve talked for a while, you show me kindness every time we see each other and I fell in love with that but I know there is something more that you’re… were hiding from me…” She took a breath once more to calm down, wrapping her chest with her arms as if to steady her. 

“I’m your soulmate right?” That made Limbo’s breath hitch. “I’m the one you’re destined to be with? That’s why you’re talking to me, going on dates with me. You even kissed me at one point. But not with me right?” He didn’t like where this is going. The guilt was eating him away. 

“Beatrice was someone special to you, wasn’t she? She seemed very lovely.” Risa took a step toward Limbo, while he took a foot back. “I know she was my past self.” 

“How did… you...” 

“Know? When I was at your hideout, I kept on seeing flashbacks to memories that weren’t mine… I wasn’t even sure who she was but I just kept on seeing you in them…It was only confirmed to me when someone approached me about it when I went to the circus.” Limbo’s eyes widened. Someone told her…? “After that, I wondered if you kept seeing her in me and just ignored me altogether. It hurt realizing that. I know you loved her but let me tell you something, Limbo.” One more step toward him. “I am not a shadow of your past. You can either see me as me or keep living in the past.” 

Limbo didn’t say anything but walked to her until he was right in front of her. He was very much taller than her but he did like the way she stood for herself. It was something he admired about her. The nun had tensed up, bracing herself for his answer. Her eyes look down, not at him. “Sorry.” He said, before pausing. “No amount of apologies can ever make me be forgiven but I’m sorry for treating you this way. You’re right, the moment I found out you were the reincarnated Beatrice, I was reminded of the past and kept clinging to that, forcing you into a role that you didn’t want to play. This was unfair to you and I hurt you for it.

You don’t have to forgive me, but just know after that kiss, the memories of Beatrice began to fade and spending more time with you was everything I ever wanted. After you disappeared, I became lost without you, I didn’t know how to live with myself. I tried everything to find you but to no avail. I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Limbo stood still, perhaps too still as she forgot vampires can do that. She sighed and then wrapped her arms around him, causing him to tense up.  “We can start over, start fresh. I love you but that’s not going to change. For what it’s worth… I’m glad I’m destined to be with you.” She laid her head, resting on his chest. She suddenly started humming Canon in D nonchalantly. Limbo gasped at the tune, tears coming out. “I know you’ll still think of Beatrice, I can’t be her at all. She’s not me. I’m not her. However, I hope to be the woman who can be with you forever. Even if I die, you’ll find me in the next life… right?”

No longer able to hold back, Limbo pulled her closer to him and desperately kissed her, swallowing her mouth. Risa’s eyes widened at the kiss but leaned forward to kiss him back, “R-Risa…!” Tears formed in his eyes. “I love you…” He said breathlessly. “You’re everything to me. I'll find you anywhere, in this life and the next! Please don’t leave me again. I can’t lose you again.” Risa giggled at his desperation but pulled him closer. “Limbo, I’m right here. I won’t go anywhere.” She pressed her lips on his, proving that she is there for him. They kissed hard leaving no air for both of them. Limbo then picked her up and moved them to the table in the middle of the altar and placed her on the table, making her unable to escape his hold. 

“L-Limbo…!” She gasped, feeling self-conscious about the position she was in. “W-wait…! I don’t thi-think–” She was then cut off by him again, as he left trails of kisses on her neck, making her gasp at the sensation. His hands were on her thighs, eerily close to her core. “Shh…” He silenced her before continuing the assault. She suddenly became aware of her surroundings and the position she’s being currently held in. “You knew what would happen when you let a vampire in a church, right? You should take responsibility, Riri.” She whimpered at the nickname. She was truly ruined.

He was right. A vampire or any other creature wasn’t allowed in a church. The wards were placed to protect it from harm. She willingly let him, a vampire, in and was suffering the consequence. She fully accepted it, ready to take him in. God be damned. She was ready to live in sin. 

“Keep going, Limbo…” Risa wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him into another kiss, a more heated one. He smiled in the kiss at her consent before she felt his tongue go inside her mouth, swirling his with hers. The nun moaned at the sensation, her face was flushed with lust. Despite her lover being an enemy of God, it felt like heaven to her.

As if something controlled him, Limbo then pulled back to pull her holy dress to reveal her bare shoulders. He put his lips on her shoulder and licked around it before plunging his fangs into her skin. He’s biting me?! It took her a second to realize what he was doing but Risa tried to hold his dress coat to pull away from her but she was too flustered and powerless to stop it. She could feel her blood leave her body. Oh God, why did it feel so good? She was getting addicted to this sensation. She closed her eyes to feel. She didn’t want this to stop.

She was about to pass out from the blood loss when the doors of the church were thrown wide open and in came the members of the hunters’ association. Both Risa and Limbo stopped and looked at their intruders.

[stephanericherthanyou]

2016 fic year in review

i didn’t xpost a lot of these to tumblr...tbh i have no idea how many people read this blog/are here for any fandom other than knb & sometimes i’m just too lazy to log on so yeah. this is more for me than anything else (it would be SO nice if ao3 had deeper analytic features) but if u have thoughts lmk

ALSO! if you write and you want to do this lmk when you do i love hearing ppl talking about their writing...or if you’ve already done it lmk you did....

also this is only whatever’s on ao3 & totally published in 2016.

JANUARY Saccharine (kylux, 1137) Victory (kylux, 1219) Luxury (kylux, 1149)

FEBRUARY Perihelion (kylux, 1751) Drift (kylux, 2195) Like Fireworks (garciraki, 1128)

MARCH Even Keel (aomido, 1216) More than Worth it (nijihimu, 1002) Treasure Trove (midokise, 1017) We’re In Too Deep (haikaga, 1029) Possibilities (aomido, 2769) Eccentric Orbits (kagahimu + alex, 1265) Patience (mayuaka, 1054) Checkmate (akamido, 1003) Stupid Questions (aomido, 1120) Too Much (nijihimu, 1485) Fathoms (himumibu, 1066) Beneficial (iwakasu, 1070) Tangled Up (aomurakagahimu, 1034)

APRIL Stay (nijihimu, 1877) Date Night (himualex, 1096) A Little Bit (susaima, 1151) Surrender Unconditional (kagahimu, 1187) We Never Go Out Of Style (haikise, 1283)

MAY Deserving of the Best (kiyomibu, 1362) Double Reverse (aomido, 2187) Afternoon In (nijihimu, 2406) Sweep of the Sword (garciraki, 1130) Unimpressive Tactics (kenkou, 1010) Supersaturate (aohimu, 1073) Stuck on You (129, 1177) Sinusoid Curves (nijikise, 1126)

JUNE Paranoia (kylux, 1025) At the Point (akahimu, 1027) Walking Home (yuutaka, 1169) Nuit Blanche (kagahimu, 1153) Dimensionality (aowaka, 1512) One More (liuhimu, 1048) It Takes Two (nebumibu, 1628) Split the Bill (haikise, 1084) Flex (garciraki, 1726) The View From Here (nijao, 1364)

JULY Alone in the Crowd (garciraki, 1243) Close to Perfect (nijihimu, 1052) Context (himualex + taiga, 1822) Higher Ceilings (aomura, 1234) Snowbound (garciraki, 1003) True (platonic!kagahimu, 1463) Flock (kiridai, 2142) Back and Forth (kagahimu, 2123) Swing Away (aomido, 2343) Sticks like Summer (nijihimu, 1188)

AUGUST Unintentional Switching (haikise, 1029) Fame (kagahimualex, 1884) Trust Me (haikise, 1549) From Me to You (haikise, 1053) Satisfactory (haikise, 1160) Young and Beautiful (haikise, 1026) As It’s Meant (garciraki, 1301) Bloom (sheith, 2439) Stay Calm (shance, 1587) You Can’t Go Back (lance, 1244) Preserve (sheith, 2007) Special Delivery (vld ensemble, 1896) Sticky Eyes (sheith, 1535) Not this Second (sheith, 1015) Trust Me (sheith, 1805)

SEPTEMBER Incentive (sheith, 1420) Within Reach (sheith, 2954) Contained (hance, 1025) Buoyancy (hance, 1148) Clarity (sheith, 1392) Ranger (sheith, 1403) Here’s Looking at You (susaima, 1252) Stay the Course (alforan, 1059) Vicissitude (hance, 1592) Sedulous (nijihimu, 1064) Log (September 2016) (various, 6038)

OCTOBER About Geology (sheith, 1146) Re-Reflect (kagahimualex, 1836)

NOVEMBER Destination Unknown (liuhimu, 1968)

DECEMBER Selfish (sciencepilot, 1029) Something as Simple (sciencepilot, 1789) On Happiness (sciencepilot, 1155)

STATS (not actually part of the meme but i wanted to) Most frequent ship: sheith (10) Shortest fic: More than Worth it (1002) Longest fic (not including log): Within Reach (2954) Total words: 122923 (i’ll try to do better this year) Average WC: 1463 Average WC not including log: 1408

idk it’s all in excel i can fool around with it more later

QUESTIONS (actually part of the meme) My favorite: Saccharine. it’s just a really long-winded explanation of coffee headcanons.....and people liked it.....amazing..... My best: One More. It actually explored places I wanted the characters to go and some ideas I’ve been kicking around for the epic wish-fulfillment yosen-wins-the-winter-cup fic i am never going to actually write. it worked well; i got the ideas across without overexplaining; the fic did what i wanted it to. Story most underappreciated by the universe: idk Special Delivery? For once my jokes were actually on target.....i wrote it specifically for one person (who liked it) so i don’t really care if anyone else does? but i think it’s funny so yeah more people should read it Most fun story: Special Delivery by far. Sexiest story: Sedulous is the only one with a sex scene lmao. other stuff can be sexy too but u know. Hardest story to write: Sweep of the Sword had been in my wip folder for a very long time (months? a year?) by the time i actually got around to finishing it. for a long time I just had a vague idea of Masako teaching Alex something about swords and i didn’t know what to do with it. Most unintentionally telling story: uh. idk...any unintentionally telling ones are so unintentional i can’t even see it now lol

[fmlfpl]

Down the Rabbit Hole with Scott

Team of Shadows

Episode 3 -  GW 31 Wrap-up, Now With Even More Self-Loathing!

Greetings, all!

How’s it going, y’all?  Ready for another installation of my experiment in public embarrassment? This is the reverse demonstration of that guy who says “Dude, I almost brought in Lukaku to cap him right up until the deadline and then I changed away before his haul.  And I almost brought in Mkhitaryan that week too!”  And then he tells you how many points he would have had but ignores all the other knock-on effects that might have happened in the following weeks.  Yeah, whatevs.  This parallel universe shows what happens down each fork in the road, even if one fork leads into a really bad neighborhood.

If you missed the previous two find Episode 1 with an explanation as to WTF is going on here, here, and from last GW - Episode 2 - is here.

The Moves

The Early WC team decided that they just had to have a piece of that delicious tasty morsel named Wilf Zaha.  He had dazzled against Chelsea and no longer seems to be a prancing show pony.  Two goals and an assist in his previous three matches was good enough to be a replacement for Barkley, who has no doubles coming up and who had an away match at United on deck.  They still had a marginal Gabbiadini injury, but had depth to let that ride.  The armband went to Alexis, the best of the home options at hand.  The Late WC team had two moves banked and used them both to bring in Alexis for the rest of the run.  They ditched the injured Mane and used an Azpilicueta to Sakho move to pay for it.  The Gabbi injury was going to have to get covered up by Baines.

The Teams

The Early Wildcard team is in the table below, as is the Shadow Team that is currently kicking my ass and that will play a Late Wildcard in GW36.  The prices are at the deadline going into GW31 and the points in parentheses were on the bench.  

The Verdict

Did the Self-Loathing Express continue?  Sure as hell did.  This week it was Alli who stuck the knife in with his 12-pointer.  He came into the Shadow Team back in GW29 when this thing started, and has produced 7, 6, and now 12 points since that point for a total of 25.  Holdover Coutinho also titted along again and now has 22 points in three weeks since his stay of execution.  Those two led the Shadow Team to a 47-36 margin over the Early WC Team.  The only ones of my brilliant WC purchases who can come close to those totals are Ward-Prowse, with 20, and Yoshida, with 19.  And given the fixtures, those guys had been sitting on the bench.  Some of the points have come in for injured Gabbiadini, but not nearly enough of them.  As for this week, I could moan and groan about the Yoshida 11-pointer sitting on my bench, but was I really going to start him against a newly-energized Palace side, especially when I had a couple of Spurs defenders facing Swansea, plus Alonso and Valencia’s attacking potential ahead of him?  Nah, sometimes you just end up with points on the bench.  Don’t whine about it.  Newcomer Wilf Zaha did squat for my real team, while newcomers Sakho and Alexis did equal squat for the Team of Shadows.  Except that Alexis’ presence probably kept me from giving the armband to somebody who would have scored better.  Well done Princess Alexis, well done indeed!

Before I started this experiment, my overall rank was 19,971 Early WC team:  36 points, overall points 1730, overall rank 24,249 Late WC team:  47 points, overall points 1751, overall rank 13,433 Real team gets a red arrow;  Shadows get a green.

Coming Up

Quick turnaround again with games this weekend right upon us.  The Shadow Team just has one FT in hand and 0.3 ITB.  They are mulling over the timing of a Siggy to Mane move.  Both have appealing fixtures in 32.  The Early WC team has two FT and 2.0 ITB and needs to take a long hard look at the people who came in on WC, and also see what is going to happen with this Gabbiadini nonsense.  Can’t leave your roster with a dead striker very long, even if he is allowing his higher scoring Soton mates to come in off the bench.

Good luck everybody!  Let’s hope this parade of public embarrassment takes a turn for the better.

Scott (@tempebug)