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Anna looked shocked “Mom was there when we arrived in the Bunker. But we only met for a short while.” She bit her lip, wanting to tell the truth so badly. Then she shook her head “I won’t, I promise.”

Looking around the office, she stared at it in awe. “Wow, it looks so familiar. It didn’t change at all.” 

“That’s good, honey. I’m glad you saw your Mom.” Ray’s heart broke at what he knew needed to be done. “You know me, never one to make much of a change.” He voice was thick with emotion as his hand caressed his daughter’s head. “Anna, I love you. I always will. I’m so glad that I had the chance to meet this you, but for the sake of the future – your future. I need to send you back.” A few tears streamed down his face as his eyes fully met Anna’s again. “I love you, Anna, and I can’t wait to get to know you. To watch you grow, to watch you learn how to walk, and talk, and discover the world around you. I can’t wait to watch you grow into this beautiful, young, strong woman.”

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I don’t know if I’ve ever said this on here guys, but 

I AM SO FUCKING GAME FOR USING THE SAME PLOT WITH MULTIPLE PARTNERS. 

someone messaged me this morning after I sent them a message late last night about a plot on their wishlist, saying that we couldn’t play it out because “somebody messaged me about it first”. I find that VERY rude, just because there are SO MANY WAYS you can go about a plot!! It doesn’t matter if you have the same plot with two people or twenty people BECAUSE there are so many angles you can play it at!! 

So I just thought I’d throw this out there, that if you see a plot on my wishlist FUCKIN MESSAGE ME. I literally do not care if I’m playing out the same plot with one person or ten people. Throw the fuckin plot at me guys. I want that plot from different angles. I do not care how many people I’m doing it with. THROW IT AT ME. 

this has been a psa. 

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Michael Scofield || Open Starter

Michael’s head was swimming. He was having a hard time distinguishing between his trauma from Fox River and the reality of living as a free man. He blinked a few times in hopes of clearing the memory, but to no avail. “What do you mean, we’re not getting out?” His voice was cool, but his heart was racing from the flashback.

I’ll be in the background for quite a bit, I have replies drafted to finish up later tonight!

PSA:

This week activity will be lower than normal, as I am singing in a dear friend’s wedding this weekend and there is much to prepare. 

IM if you wanna plot, or drop some asks in the inbox to boost my muse for when I’m back to my usual activity level!

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Waking up, she smiled “Hey, how are you out so early?” Amelia asked him curiously. “Not that I don’t like it, of course.” Rubbing her eyes, she stretched out a little. “I.. I am sorry I didn’t know. Else I would have cleaned up a little.” She apologized, still a little afraid of him. 

“Are these for me?” She pointed at the gifts. “Alex, that’s so sweet.” 

Alex smiled softly and glanced quickly at the chaperone. “Not out, just on a little visit,” he explained, wanting to ditch the chaperone so badly so he could be alone with his love. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassured her, more happy to be with her than upset at the mess.

“Of course, baby. Only the best for my girl,” he responded, grabbing the gifts and bringing them closer.

She already had seen Oliver staring at them and it wasn’t hard to figure out, why he was with them. But somehow it felt good to have her brother there. 

Unwrapping the gifts, Amelia smiled “Thank you, Alex. It’s really sweet of you, you got me those.” She hugged him. 

“I took some time off from school. Let everything heal for a bit. It’s why the apartment is so messy.”

“Of course, baby. You deserve the world,” he said, feeling Oliver’s eyes practically boring a hole in his skull. “I only have a little bit of time home before I have to be back. Curfew is at five.”

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“Don’t be so stubborn, please.” She answered. Ashley laid her low-temperature hand on his forehead. “Help will be here soon.” She promised. 

“Who’s coming? What do you see?” She looked worried. “What’s happening?”

Tom held his palms to his eyes, trying to wipe the traumatic vision from his mind. “I don’t know. I just had this feeling that I was in danger. I saw someone with my face. I didn’t hear anything, though.” He was breathing heavy, the headache lingering but becoming more of a dull ache rather than a sharp pain. “Wait, who did you call? I’m fine!”

“Yeah, sure. You are breathing heavily but you’re fine. I just called some friends, don’t worry.” She raised her brow, sighing. “They know more about Supernatural stuff than I do.” 

Ashley looking at him “You’re going to be okay but for now, please trust me.” 

Tom laid back against the uncomfortable hospital mattress and looked over at Ashley. “I am fine. I just need some rest,” he pouted, not wanting the extra attention. “What are they going to do? Promise they won’t hurt me?”

She shook her head “They won’t hurt you. Deaton would be here just to help you. And Derek… He will be here to help as well. He probably knows about this.” 

“Okay,” Tom whispered, feeling like a little kid, sick and unsure of what was happening. He sat quiet for a moment, thinking about what he saw and the things he felt. What if someone really was coming for him? His heart rate began to rise as the panic set in. His fingers grabbed hold of the sheet and clenched it in his fists as his vision swam, he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the other wouldn’t notice.

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