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IV. “Let me make this good for you,” Ruth said, straddling his hips in nothing but a pair of cotton panties. The room was filled with the kind of golden light you could only hope for filming on location, and there was a scent of citrus, not oranges though, dust warmed by the sun, the musk of their sweat after sleeping easily night after night, fearlessness that couldn’t be bottled. Ruth was pressed right against his dick and he could reach up and rest his hands at the curve of her waist or stroke along her thighs and she thought there was something else she needed to do, to make what was already the most exceptional morning of his life somehow better, alone with Ruth in a stone cottage in Sicily, a reality he’d never have let himself imagine, not high, not hazy in the hospital bed after what his doctor called “your cardiac event,” his stupid fucking tell-tale heart oddly distant in his chest. He said the only thing he could, hoping it wouldn’t sound too much like a line. It wasn’t a line.
“You’ll spoil me,” Sam said.
“No, Sam, I’ll ruin you,” she said, a faint echo of the voice she’d used for Zoya just audible. It was more in the timbre than the accent, and something else, because she wasn’t acting. God, he hoped he never heard this voice when she was on camera, even if it won her a fucking Oscar. He’d always been a selfish man and nothing about the past few years, becoming some sort of actual father, some sort of actual lover, partner, friend, would ever change that.
“I’m not sure I deserve that,” he said, wanting her so much. Loving her more.
“I am,” she said, confident. Reassuring. She was wrong, but he wasn’t going to argue with her. Maybe she could convince him. Or maybe he’d find a way to make her right. He reached out a hand and took hers in his, surprising her with the chaste gesture, threading his fingers through hers. She wasn’t wearing a ring and he suddenly thought I’m buying her one. Something gold, something antique, the setting a promise. Not one of those goddamn poesy rings. He’d be the one to say the fucking words, whatever they were.
She’d only ever remember his voice when she looked down at her hand.
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(the guys are trying to think of how to get Iceman and Maverick together)
Hollywood: We could make one of them jealous?
(everybody stares at Hollywood)
Hollywood:...What?
Wolfman: We can't do that.
Merlin: There'd be mass casualties.
Wolfman: Maverick would run over his competition with his motorcycle.
Slider: Ice would kill his competition with a LOOK.
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What your favorite Hatchetfield ship says about you.
Paul x Emma: You just want good things for Paul.
Paul x Ted: You Just want good things for Ted.
Ted x Bill: You are a connoisseur of the enemies/Rivals to lovers trope.
Ted x Tinky: You used to ship Billdip. And/or you're a monster fucker.
Paul x Bill: You are a connoisseur of the best friends to lovers trope.
Ted x Charlotte: You Believe cheating on your husband is ethical in some circumstances. You're correct.
Mr Davidson x Carol: You really wanna be choked out in bed.
Ted x Emma: You love sarcastic asswholes.
Deb x Alice: You are an angsty teenager.
Sam x Zoey: You think morally grey people are hot.
Sam x Charlotte: You are clinging hard to that broken Relationship and/or the child of a divorce you never really got over.
Ethan x Lex: You think a sweet delinquent is the best thing ever, and you just want Ethan to be happy. You also live for angst.
Tom x Becky: You believe that no matter how your first relationship is you can find love again.
Linda x Gerald: You think Morally grey women and their supportive husbands are hot.
Dan x Donna: You really like background ships, and think characters are more interesting when you have to work to learn things about them.
Peter x Steph: You're incredibly wholesome and just want them both to be happy.
Ruth x Steph: You just want Ruth to be happy.
Peter x Richie: You Believe in Best friends to lovers and you are an awkward teenager
Ruth x Richie: You love nerdy best friends who support each other when no one else will.
Peter x Ruth: You think joke flirting should always lead to real flirting.
Grace x Steph: Why have enemies to Lover or friends to lovers when you can't have Frenemies to Lovers.
Ruth x Grace: You love unhinged girlfriends.
Max X Richie: You want good things for Max.
Max x Grace: You think a couple who could take over the world together is the best kind of couple.
Brooke X Richie: You definitely have a whole personality and backstory for Brooke conducted in your head. You love background Characters and Desperately want Richie to be happy.
Linda X Becky: You love Enemies to Lovers and Absolutely stan Linda as you should.
Let me know if I missed anything!
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A continuation of that one baby Sam and Max comic I did! (It’s really long I know, I hope that’s okay)
Tw: Misgendering/misnaming? Not entirely sure-
Comic continues after cut
(Yes I’m aware that Max’s old name is the same name that genderbent Max has, but her old name is Maxwell, so it all works out)
(Also yes, Max’s mom is named Megan now)
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