#the RIIING. THE RING

[basementlovers]

thinking abt thank u for the venom by vampylily i dont think they intended it as awaycest colored but it came across like. loud n clear

[ph0enix-12]

Ready to go punch some homophobes, be right back ✌️🥰

(For legal reasons, this is a joke)

[osachiyo]

✦ BAD TIMING? ✦

⟣ ──┈ · · · + including : dazai, chuuya, fukuzawa, fyodor x fem!reader

⟣ ──┈ · · · + c/w : nsfw content (mdni), teasing, petnames, degradation, rough sex, prone bone, cowgirl, mating press, nipple play, cursing, cockwarming, mentions of nikolai + non consensual vouyer in fyodor's & more

⟣ ──┈ · · · + a/n : i wrote this with my pussy.

synopsis. . . you're getting your guts rearranged when− 'riiing!' the annoying sound of his phone ringing caught you both off guard, snapping you out of your dazed state as you both paused your nightly rendezvous. what's even more surprising to you is when he reaches over to grab the tiny device, answering the call− ugh, seriously?

.001 — Dazai

You whined at feeling Dazai's hips slow down, now completely flush against your ass, as he picks up the phone. "What could kunikida-kun possibly need from me, at this hour?" He muttered to himself, voice breathy and warm against the shell of your ear. Fuck, it was kunikida?

"Hello~ ku-ni-ki-da-kuunnnnn?" Your co-worker said in an annoyingly sing-songy voice, making the man in the other end of the line grumble in frustration. They began talking about some..mission? Anyway, it had been around 20 minutes since they've started talking? You couldn't exactly tell− or cared, honestly. The only thing in your fucked out mind was for dazai to close the damn phone and just fuck you already!

You showed your frustrations by huffing and angrily kicking your legs− turning your head to look back at dazai with a glare. He only smirked in response, shrugging before turning his attention back to the call.

You had no idea that dazai was aching to move right now, the feeling of your warm cunt pulsating around him was almost too much to bear. The way sweat gathered at the dip of your back, the way you arched for him− shit.

It had been a few more moments, you were so close to whine out complaints when dazai's hips started moving again, cock easily brushing against your sweet spot. You could still hear his voice from behind you.. he− he wasn't done with the call?!

You were about to ask him what the hell he was planning now− when long, slim fingers entangled themselves in your already messy hair− shoving your head down against the mattress to shut you up as he kept his pace, voice straining a little while he contuined his "very important" conversation with your other co-worker.

Lewd "pap! pap! pap!" noises of dazai's balls hitting your ass filled the enclosed room as you tried your best not to let any moans slip out− god, if he found out− "oi dazai, what're the weird noises coming from your side?"

Fuck.

"Oh uh− nothing, nothing at all, kunikida-kun," he breathed, free hand now coiling around your waist to rub at your neglected clit− making your back arch even more as you gasped out loudly.

"What the− are you sure? You better not be scheming anything bad right now, idiot."

"Of course not! mmh− so tight−!" he whispered the last bit, large hand now cluntching the flip phone in a vice grip as he watched his cock disappear inside of your slick folds− a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock.

"Huh? what's so tight? Dazai−"

That was the last thing you heard from kunikida before dazai's poor phone was thrown somewhere on the bed, the hand coiled in your hair now dragging you up− arching your back even more for him as he muttered soft curses into your ear.

You let out a pained mewl at your hair being pulled, desperate hands scrambling to claw and tug at the sheets as your back was flush against dazai's chest. "Ah− shiit−!" your eyes rolled back as the thumb circling your tiny clit sped up, the bed creaking loudly with each thrust of dazai's narrow hips against your ass.

"Yeah? you gonna cum, 'donna?" Dazai mocked, breath hot against your neck as he moaned lewdly at the way your pussy gushed around him− spraying the sheets with clear fluid. Dazai only groaned in response, "oh shit, fuuuck!− g'nna cum inside you, yeah? y' wan' that?" He slurred, you didn't get to answer before blunt nails meanly dug into your hips as he stilled− balls tightening as spurts of white filled your cunt before he fell on top of you.

You two laid there for a few moments, his cock slowly softening inside you− chest heaving as he finally got off, hissing from the loss of warmth. Dazai pressed a gentle kiss on your temple before walking off, most likely to grab a wet rag to clean you up. You got up with a sigh, running a hand through your messy hair when your eyes land on dazai's phone− it wasn't too far away from you.

You crawled closer to it, taking it in your hands when it lit up− "call ended now."

.002 — Chuuya

You were happily bouncing on your boyfriend's dick when the annoying ringtone of his phone went off. He sighed, lifting his head from the sofa as he reached over to grab the device, brows furrowing at the contact name.

You were sitting idly on his lap now, still impaled on his cock. "Who is it?" You panted, out of breath as you tried not to clench around the ginger's fat dick.

"It's.. boss. be quiet f'me, okay doll?" His voice was soft, but you know he meant it as a command.

You nodded innocently, urging him to answer the phone call. and he did, the way he immediately put on a professional voice sort of baffled you but hey, he was a mafia executive.

But the moment he put the phone next to his ear, you clenched around him tight— making him almost double over with a gasp as he gripped your hip for stability.

"Argh!— I mean- y-yes, boss!" He stuttered, face flushing as he grit his teeth, glaring at you as his fingertips dug into your plush hip, veins appearing at his temple as he mouthed to you to "behave."

Like hell you'd listen and torture yourself by cockwarming him. You only grinned mischievously before lifting your hips up and slamming down on his cock, his eyes shutting tightly as he tried his best not to moan out— he couldn't. Especially not with Mori on the line.

You kept pleasuring yourself on his cock without a care, even going as far as putting a show for him— your hands reaching to play with your tits as you softly moaned out his name, reaching to grab his hand but he only smacked it away, cock dripping with need as he tried his best to keep things professional.

"Chuuya-kun, everything alright on your side? I keep hearing these..noises."

The man in question knew he was fucked— he knew Mori already figured everything out, "uh— y-yeah, boss. I'm fine— fuck—!" Panting out the last part, Chuuya gripped his phone so tight that you worried it would shatter.

"Uh-huh.. Anyway, you had better call me back once you're finished with your.... current predicament. Have fun."

And with that, the Port Mafia boss ended the call, making Chuuya groan in annoyance before chucking the small device somewhere— "what the hell was that?" He growled, hand coming up to wrap around your throat as he forced you to stop your movements, cock nestled deep inside of you once again as your hips stilled. You whined from the loss of friction, the sound only making your lover's right eye twitch in annoyance— "such a poor, needy slut, ain't ya?" He held you down firmly before thrusting up, fat cock nudging against your sweet spot as you threw your head back.

"Ooh, f-fuck— my slutty fuckin' girl can't even stand a few minutes without cock, huh?" He stuttered, other hand reaching up to land a gentle but firm slap on your face. It didn't sting much, but was enough to move your head to the other side. You only whimpered in response, clenching around him even more as his thrusts sped up— growls and groans of pleasure escaping his own lips as he suddenly parted your lips with his thumb before shoving two gloved fingers down your throat— your eyes stinging with tears as the digits hit the back of your throat, tits bouncing up and down as he practically manhandled you like a ragdoll— settling you on your hands and knees without even pulling out fully.

"Argh- fuck—!" He moaned, burying his face into the dip of your shoulder, landing soft kisses on the smooth skin. "Ch-chuuya— s'good, feels s'good—" you slurred, eyes rolling back as one hand found your breasts— the soft flesh jiggling with each brutal thrust of his hips as he basically slapped them around, harshly pinching your nipple as his other hand found your clit— rubbing quick and fast circles on the delicate bud— making you clamp around his cock once more before gushing all over his cock and the expensive leather couch. Your juices ran down his balls to his thighs— the force of your orgasm making you limp against him. You'd probably fall face first onto the couch if not for Chuuya's vice grip on you. Whimpers and borderline pornographic moans left his swollen lips— before biting down hard on your shoulder, spurts of cum flooding your insides as you laid flaccid in his hold— a drooling, shivering mess.

Chuuya fell on top of you, the both of you laying in each other's warmth when—

"Riiiing!"

.003 — Fukuzawa

A pout graced your pretty lips when your husband reached for his phone— picking the tiny device up as he drew soothing circles on your hip, motioning for you to be quiet.

You tried your best to be quiet as he took the phone call, you really did! But the way his cock was nestled so deep inside you and the way you could practically feel him throb inside of your gooey walls— you really didn't wanna bother him or interrupt his phone call but... you couldn't help but whine softly, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit, clenching down on the older man's impossibly hard cock. Fukuzawa's eyes widened when his eyes finally focused on you, underneath him— little pants and huffs of his name rolling off your tongue as you played with yourself. Your other hand was playing with your nipples, softly tugging on them as you bit your bottom lip— which was already swollen. Your eyes were glossed over, hips dying to move on their own.

His jaw was clenched— free hand coming down to lift your legs and put them on his shoulder before he started thrusting inside of you with more vigour than before. It was like he was in a trance— the way your pussy fluttered around his pulsating cock, and the way his tip kissed your cervix with each thrust had you both panting. Your head spun with pleasure as he reaches down to press at your tummy— feeling his bulge. Fuck, he was huge.

The phonecall still went on, of course— but you know all Fukuzawa could think about was you, and the way your pretty cunt swallowed his cock. The noises leaving his mouth told you exactly what you needed to know— the slight stutter in his voice, usually gentle tone now gruff and slightly higher in pitch as he tried his best not to blow his load right then and there.

Not like you were any better either— hair disheveled, sweat dripping off your body as tears stinged at your eyes from the sheer size of this man— it didn't take long for you to cream and gush all over his cock— some of it even spraying on his abdomen. He saw the way your glossy eyes rolled back, your jaw slacked open as your high hit you like a truck.

To hell with the phonecall — he thought.

He cut off whoever was on the other line with a quick but curt, "I'm a little busy— I'll call you later", not even letting the other person respond before ending the call and placing the phone away— all his attention back was on you.

"Putting on a show f'me, sweet girl?" He grunted, dragging his hips back before slamming them against yours— "mmh! K-Knew it'd work— fuck!" You moaned, now feeling both of his hands pushing your legs back, knees almost touching your ears as he forced you into a mean mating press. You felt your high coming closer again— balls slapping against your ass, cock bullying that spongey spot inside of your gummy walls as he groaned sweet nothings into your neck— gruff voice drowned out by his own growls.

You could only babble nonsense and his name as you came hard for the second time that night— pussy clenching around his length and he could feel something snap inside of him— hips speeding up to an inhuman pace, losing their rhythm as he bottomed out fully. Balls pressed against your ass while he spurted out so much cum— some of it ran down your ass and on to the sheets as he slowly got up, pulling out of your cunt with a hiss and watching his cum gushing out of your cunt in spurts.

.004 — Fyodor

You were finally bouncing on Fyodor's cock after hours of teasing and cockwarming— your hips and thighs burned but it didn't matter to you at the moment, because you can finally reach that release that Fyodor has been dangling in front of you— or at least you thought.

Your heart dropped to your stomach once the ringing of his phone echoed through the room— an annoyed sigh leaving Fyodor's lips as he gently slapped your thigh, a silent order for you to stop and stay still.

"A noise and you're getting punished," Fyodor's voice was smooth, but the threat made you gulp, "o-okay," you nodded, accidentally clenching down on him from nervousness and he hissed— blunt fingernails digging into your soft hips. He let out a shaky breath before picking up the phone, it was sort of unsettling how his voice switched from breathy to normal in a second.

You didn't know the phonecall would last so damn long.

It had been almost 30 whole minutes since he had picked up the goddamned phone— and this was pure torture to you. The occasional twitch of his cock inside you made your head spin, oh and the way he'd glare at you when you clenched down particularly hard— it did nothing else but make you even wetter. He, on the otherhand, was completely fine— not a hair out of place as he spoke so casually about.. something. The only time he'd react is when your pussy contracted around him— which would only get a hiss, or hitched breath from the man. It pissed you off.

It was too much for you— your juices running down his cock and onto the leather chair, god - you were leaking so much.

Fortunately for you, he was done with the call soon enough— quickly placing the phone on the desk before whispering into your shoulder as he placed gentle kisses on your skin, "go ahead, myshka - move." His voice was soft, as if he was proud of you for obeying his order and being a good girl— fingers that were previously digging into your flesh now reached between your bodies to rub and flick at your clit, while you happily bounced on his dick. He may have been quiet as a mouse during the phonecall— but he couldn't help but let out soft grunts and pants as you expertly milked his cock, dry lips even letting out one or two whines as you kissed his neck, down to his collarbones— pale skin now adorning a heavy flush as your thighs smacked against his own.

Lewd squelches and noises of skin smacking against skin filled the dark room of his office— Fyodor's jaw clenching as he feels your walls - so soft and warm, squeezing his cock as if you were trying to milk him. He was going to cum soon— but he couldn't possibly finish before his darling, could he? Lithe and slim fingers sped up their movements on your clit as he bit on your shoulder— free hand pinching and pulling at your hardened nipples as you gasped, your own pace turning sloppy and uncoordinated as you clenched your eyes shut— cumming all over his cock as he held your hips down firmly, shooting ribbons of white inside of your walls, some of it dribbling down his balls to the leather of his seat.

You both were left panting, shivering as Fyodor drew random shapes into your shoulder— trying to come down from his own high. He pulled you closer after you both calmed down, your head resting on his chest as he placed soft kisses on the crown of your head, whispering how good you've been for him.

If only you knew the man also coming down from his high on the other end of the video call— white hair disheveled as he came all over his screen.

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note. ik i said i'd add jouno but I lost motivation for this thing :( jouno will be added to another work, so sorry jouno lovers </3

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[anasunny]

Should be illegal to be this talented ✨

I liked my pdp's ✨️vibe✨️, but it didn't really represent my artstyle well anymore (especially since I draw traditionally once in a blue moon)

So have a little redraw :

And here it is next to the old one for comparison :

[shooting-love-arrows]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎'𝐬! 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

SYNOPSIS: It was a beginning of a new day for 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 and he'd make damn sure it was just as perfect as every other one. PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 x reader (gender not specified) tw. possessive/obessive behaviour, control problems, decieving, yandere tendencies. A/N: It is an Alternative Univerese and based on a scene from a TV series "Amazing Mrs Maisel"

masterlist

He had to be quick and sleek. 

It was early in the morning, just some time before your alarm clock would ring. It was the sunrays that woke 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 up, bringing him back into the heaven on Earth he has come to know by your side. It’s a little trick he does the night before by leaving the curtains slightly open, since he couldn’t set an alarm clock himself.

You can’t know his little secret. 

So with one look filled with tenderness and love thrown at you, under the cloak of the early hours and shielded by you sleeping like a rock, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 sneaked out of your warm, shared bed.

He shivered, feeling cold only wearing his nylon*, frilly nightwear. Goosebumps appeared on his skin which he currently had no time to take care of.

"The winter is coming alright." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 thought, noticing how the windows in their bedroom frosted. He made a mental note to turn on the central heating as soon as go downstairs. But that’s for later, for now he carefully maneuvered his way to the bathroom right by your bedroom. 

The magic happened after he quietly closed the door, for now separating you from him. Left alone, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 began to make himself presentable for you. 

Starting with a cap of strong mouthwash, he then moved on to brushing his teeth so that his breath won’t stink and his teeth will continue to be clean and white. Then, he deeply cleaned his face of any leftover night creams he applied shortly after you fell asleep the previous night and applied a finish lotion. A dash of makeup on his eyelids, cheeks and lips so it’ll look natural. Then he proceeded to free his hair of curlers and brush through them until they laid into a certain hairstyle he always wore. And lastly, a few pumps of the perfume you gave him for his birthday. (He simply adores your choice of scent and never fails to wear it with pride)

Before walking out, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 took a moment to take a look at himself one last time. Anyone would say that his reflection showed a perfect image of the househusband you could often see in the magazines. Yet, the only opinion that mattered to him was yours. 

Everything he did – created and keeps creating – is for you. Only you. And he will gladly continue to do so for as long as you live.

With that, just like he left, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 re-entered your bedroom. Now after his morning routine, looking fresh and all pretty, his appearance was anything but a person who just woke up. He looked beautiful but at the same time, unreal. Unnaturally beautiful...

Swiftly, yet gracefully so that you wouldn't wake up before the alarm clock, he climbed back on your bed. Quickly, he adjusted the sheets around him, laid down on his side so that his back was turned towards you and took a deep breath, before finally closing his eyes.

Riiing! Riiing! Riiing!

The sound of your alarm clock rang precisely at 6:00 A.M. Blaring sound ripped away the peaceful silence and slowly aroused you from your deep sleep. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 had to refrain from smirking, as he felt the bed shift behind him. You were awake! 

And that meant one thing…

Seconds later, just like everyday, he felt your lips plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. A soft smile appeared on his face instead and a soft plush appeared under the blush he had applied. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 ‘woke up’ to your kiss, fluttering his eyes open. Much to his heart's joy, his gaze connected with yours. 

Your face was something he always wanted to wake up to. Your eyes were still sleepy, your face so lovely to look at and your hair all messy. In those mornings, you could just be you. His to admire, to touch, to experience. 

His, his, his…

"Good morning, sweetheart." Your raspy voice broke him out of the daze he fell into. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 eyes burned with love for you, gazing up at you like you were the only person existing in this world. He lifted his perfectly manicured and soft hand, placing it on your cheek and rubbing it affectionately.

"Good morning, darling." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 sent you his signature million dollar worth smile.

"Is it me or are you getting even more devine day after day?"

Yes, it was the beginning of another perfect day.

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[kurishiri]

95k bonus . . . Liebe geht durch den Magen

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ warning ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ none; it’s really just vogel being silly! hope you’re ready for the dari, nica, and ring galore, hehe.

Kate: A tea party with all of the members of Vogel…?

Victor: Mhm, it seems like all of them have taken an interest in you. So they asked for a chance to speak with you.

Kate: Well, seeing as I’m the only one who isn’t Cursed, I guess it makes sense they would hold an interest.

Victor: Indeed. …How would you like to answer? It’s completely up to you.

V: …However, both parties hold their own secrets.

V: And we do often take care of them, seeing as they are diplomatic guests.

V: Should there be anything making you anxious, or you feel even slightly you don’t want to do this, or anything of the sort, then you are always free to turn them dow—

Kate: …Victor. I will attend the tea party.

Victor: Wait, really? Are you sure?

Kate: Since they have come here to deepen relations between the organizations, turning down an opportunity like this wouldn’t leave a good impression, I’d imagine.

K: And besides, I would like to be of some use to you and Crown, for extending such hospitality to me.

When I expressed my honest feelings, Victor’s expression softened in turn.

Victor: I’m grateful for your honesty. Well then, it’s about time I give them a response.

V: Ahh, but… I’ll have Roger listen in from nearby, so if something happens you can just give a shout, okay?

V: No matter the time and place, I’ll come running.

After Victor’s words resonated in my heart, several days passed——

Darius: Thank you for accepting our invitation, miss fairytale keeper.

D: Did you perhaps prepare everything on this table?

Lined up on the table was filled to the brim with snacks, causing Darius to blink.

Kate: Victor and I prepared them. We were hoping it would be nice if you could eat these…

K: And that we can be on more friendly terms as we’re chatting like this.

Ring: You want to be on more friendly terms with the ones who might kill you? I don’t see the point?

Kate: …Gh.

Nica: Riiing, now don’t go saying gruesome things like that. You’ll bother the Spatzi.

N: So sorry about that? Ring is a Jungfrau [1] who tends to get a bit more nervous around cute girls.

Wearing an amiable smile as he faced me, Nika lifted the heavy air around us.

Kate: Jung…?

Ring: Y-you don’t have to ask what it is! …And also, it’s not like I’m nervous.

R: But, I won’t deny… that you are… cute…

He was simply cautious around me; it was not as though he was really doing me any harm for now.

…Even so, though, I myself had become ever so slightly anxious.

(The members of Vogel are also Cursed, if I recall, right…)

(If they had such intentions, they could easily take my life.)

The fear that I had first felt when I started working for Crown started to paint over my heart, when…

Darius: …Are you nervous, by any chance?

Donning a childlike innocence, Darius looked into my face.

Kate: Ah… umm…

Darius: Well, well… if we did possess a strong ability much like Sir Rex…

D: I wouldn’t blame you for feeling powerless even while simply conversing.

D: But you can relax around us. My ability will not kill you.

D: ——In fact, there is absolutely no way it will. Okay?

Nica: Oh, me and my brother’s abilities aren’t really harmful too.

N: That said, it can probably make you feel really good and maybe make you feel a bit fuzzy, but that’s actually a good thing, isn’t it?

Kate: R-right…

(Just what ability does that entail…?)

Although I still held my doubts, I knew that their abilities didn’t pose a danger to my life, which ebbed my fear.

Darius: Now then, now that you know we mean you no harm, how about we partake in these?

With Darius’ encouragement, Ring quickly reached out to a cake in front of him.

Ring: Mm…! This is really good.

Taking large bites, the cake was gone before I knew it, and Ring then reached out for another snack.

Nica: Geez, Ring, why are you just taking whatever’s in front of you? Pick the ones that especially look good.

While saying so, Nica reached for a baked pastry diagonal of him.

Nica: I recognize this shape. Isn’t this from the high-class bakery near the castle?

Kate: I’m surprised you know of it! That shop——

Nica: Mn… hm? It’s good, but did it really come from that shop?

Kate: Well, what I wanted to say was that shop’s pastry shapes were the inspiration for these homemade sweets.

That said, this time, Victor and I did make our rounds around a variety of bakeries, and put this together.

And I tried to make homemade pastries here at the castle that were freshly made or were hard to obtain.

Nica: They’re ‘homemade’? So they’re basically cheap foods, in which case I don’t want any.

Kate: Eh—

Nica: Here, Ring, say ‘ahh.’

Nica pushed his half eaten pastry into Ring’s mouth.

Ring: Mn… this is also really good…

When he was eating it, Nica said it was ‘good,’ but maybe he’s actually not good with homemade pastries…?

Darius: Hey, miss fairytale keeper, this is Baumkuchen [2], isn’t it?

This time, Darius called out to me while pulling on my sleeve.

Kate: That’s right. We figured since you’re here, we could prepare some German pastries… or that’s what Victor said.

Darius: Ho-oh…

Darius used a knife to lightly cut a slice before he carried it to my mouth.

Darius: Here, have a bite?

Kate: Mn… mmm, it’s really fluffy and delicious!

Darius: I’m glad to hear. Then it’s my turn.

With layers of the Baumkuchen spilling, Darius brought it to his mouth.

Darius: Mm, it’s delicious. …But, I take it it’s not something made in most of England. So where did you get this?

Kate: Actually, while I was racking my head on how to make Baumkuchen…

K: Victor made a gadget that could make it.

In order to make a delicious Baumkuchen by the tea party, I practiced baking it day in and day out.

…I feel that I can keep the fact that for some time the castle’s snacks consisted of nothing but Baumkuchen to myself.

Darius: He made a whole gadget just for this? Hmm… he’s quite strange, I’d say.

Kate: I can’t argue with that… but I’m sure it’s just that he was happy.

K: Happy that you guys, who are also Cursed, have come to England——or rather, to Crown.

Darius: …The pleasure is ours. I’m delighted at how warmly we’re treated here.

D: I do like the Baumkuchen, so do make it again sometime.

Kate: Alright!

I was so glad he liked it that I gave an immediate answer, but…

(Making it is quite time consuming and requires skill… but I’ll try my best.)

Nica: This topic’s all well and good, but what I really want to hear about the Spatzi [3] herself.

N: You know, like what fragrances you like, or which types of guys you fancy, that kind of thing… what about you, Ring?

Ring: Mngh…!? U-uhm…

R: ………M-maybe, like, which color of the sky she most likes?

Nica: The sophistication’s lacking, I see.

Ring: And what’s the problem with that?

Darius: I do agree with Nika here though. I would also like to get to know you better.

D: But simply asking would be a bore, so how about we play a guessing game?

Nica: So, Ratespiel? Now we’re talking.

Darius: Let’s make it so each person can make a single guess, and until then, we can continue asking questions…

D: Come play with us, why don’t you, miss fairytale keeper?

D: If possible… I would prefer you choose a topic that pertains to yourself.

Kate: Alright, then…

K: Out of the foods on this table, which one is my most favorite?

Darius: Hehe, that’s quite a charming topic? Then let’s start.

Nica: Sounds good to me, though I’d like to propose another twist.

N: The first person to guess the correct answer will be able to ask the Spatzi out on a date. Well, how about it?

Ring: A date…!? [surprised]

Darius: You do make a good point. A competition does call for a prize of sorts… well, miss fairytale keeper? Are you fine with this?

Kate: U-um, I think a date may be a bit——

When I tried to speak up, though, the three of them looked at me, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

Ring was looking at me with a guarded look, as though he were a guard dog who could tear my neck apart with a single order.

Nica was looking at me with a scrutinizing look, as though he was thinking about how to play with a toy.

And Darius was wearing an amiable smile, but his eyes alone were sharp, like that of a predator aiming for its prey——

With the three of them looking at me in their own way, I couldn’t bring myself to disagree, feeling myself surrounded by a heavy air.

Darius: ‘I think a date may be a bit’ what was that now?

Kate: …Nope, never mind. That works for me.

Overwhelmed by the pressure, I could only nod, and Darius returned the gesture with an angelic smile.

Like a signal, the tense atmosphere became more lax.

Darius: Thank you. Then, let the game start.

With that, the tea party proceeded such that Darius, Nika, and Ring asked me questions.

While the discussion occasionally went off track, this peaceful time continued to pass by——

Ring: I got it!

The one who had his answer ready first was Ring.

Darius: A friendly reminder that you only have one chance. If you miss the mark, that will be the end… are you sure you would like to answer?

Ring: Don’t worry, I’m sure of this.

R: The answer is——that fruit before your eyes!

Kate: …Miss.

Ring: Wh…!? I-I see… so it was wrong…

Ring looked a bit despondent at my answer, and though he looked like a guard dog before, in an instant, he looked more like an abandoned puppy,

and I had to desperately fight the urge to say ‘actually, it’s a hit.’

Nica: …Hey, Ring. Mind if I say how you got to your answer?

Ring: ‘How I got to my answer’?

Nica: When you were about to grab that fruit, the Spatzi said ‘go ahead’ to you with a smile and put it on your plate,

N: and so you held a positive association with that fruit, leading you to your answer?

Ring: N-now that you mention it… that might’ve been the case… it was completely unconscious…

Darius: Ahaha, you’re so adorably honest, Ring.

Nica: Well then, it’s about time I guess too. The correct answer is… this chocolate.

N: It’s a bit on the mini side, and it looks cute too, and not to mention the packaging is also intricate. It practically oozes the traits a girl would like.

Kate: Miss.

Nica: Oops, too bad.

As opposed to Ring, who seemed down upon getting his guess wrong, Nika didn’t show any signs of caring, even if he did.

It was as though he knew from the beginning his answer was wrong.

Darius: I would prefer you make a serious guess, or this game will really end up in a bore.

Nica: But I thought long and hard about what girls would like and picked based on that?

N: Besides, this is where a subordinate hands the torch to the master.

Nika gave a smug wink, and Darius shrugged his shoulders in response.

Darius: It seems I bear a great responsibility now. If I’m unable to answer correctly, I’m afraid the little miss fairytale keeper——

D: And Crown as well would be disappointed in me.

Kate: Don’t worry, I won’t be disappointed even if you don’t answer correctly. It’s just a game, after all.

Darius: Hmm, so you believe I won’t get the answer right, is that it?

Kate: That…

(If I’m being completely honest, yes, I did think that.)

(Because the answer to this question is… a bit special.)

Darius: Hehe, seeing you have such low expectations of me makes me want to try my utmost hardest.

D: Alright, I have my answer.

D: I see you were trying not to eat this chocolate cake, right?

D: Because you like it, you saved it for last, I take it. So, my answer is that chocolate cake.

I was about to reply with an immediate ‘miss,’ when he opened his mouth before me.

Darius: …is what a normal person would say, but that would be incorrect.

Kate: Eh…

Darius: The answer to your question is——-

D: ‘Everything here on the table.’

Kate: …That’s a hit.

Ring: A-all of it…!? Is that answer even possible?

Nica: Well, we never established that the said thing had to just be a single thing, so yeah, it’s fully possible.

N: But even so, way to bend the rules there, Spatzi. I didn’t think you had it in you.

N: …You really are an interesting one, aren’t you.

Darius: I did think it was a strange answer, but considering the little miss fairytale keeper’s character, it wasn’t too difficult.

D: Perhaps you thought something like, ‘If I’m preparing something for guests, I would choose the things I believe are the most delicious’… am I right?

Kate: It is as you say…

While consulting with Victor, I chose all of the pastries here.

So, that’s why if I were to choose my most favorite among these, the answer would naturally be ‘everything.’

Kate: It was a bit of an underhanded answer, so I didn’t think you would get it.

Darius: Hehe, but I did. Oh, but, I don’t think it’s underhanded.

D: After all, I take it you thought up of such an answer so that you didn’t have to assign winners and losers, yes?

Kate: Yes, there was also that. Since it was such a fun tea party, I didn’t want to label anyone as winners and losers…

Darius: To see you try to put us on an equal footing without assigning a winner…

D: You truly are sweet to the point it’s cloying… and kind as well.

Ring: B-by the way… will Darius ask her out? O-on a date, that is…!

Darius: Ahh, that nearly slipped my mind. Well, miss fairytale keeper, will you go out on a date with me next time?

Kate: …I will.

I didn’t have much reason to turn him down, and now that I got to talk with them like this, I started to become more interested in the members of Vogel.

(…And going out together with them seems pretty fun too.)

Nica: Okay, then, when you’re done with your date with Dari, let me know, okay? We can plan a date of our own then.

Kate: Eh—

Nica: The prize for the game was the right to ask you out on a date, but there’s no need to hinge something like that on a game, right?

N: Besides, if the answer to the question is ‘everything on the table,’ that would technically make my answer right, too, yeah?

Kate: I… guess so…?

Nica: And you caught my interest too anyway…

N: …Ah, that’s right. Since we’re talking about this, why don’t you invite the Spatzi on a date too, Ring?

Ring: O-on a date…!? I… I’ll pass.

R: …But when you go on your date with Nica and Darius, I’ll tag along behind you guys.

Nica: Wait, why though?

Ring: If she’s around, you’ll let your guards down and lose sight of your surroundings, right?

R: So I’ll cover those bases during your date.

Nica: Ehh…

Darius: Hehe, thank you, Ring.

D: …Hey, miss fairytale keeper. I must say that half a day isn’t nearly enough.

D: Why don’t we take our sweet time chatting on our date, the two of us?

A smile played on Darius’ lips, and I couldn’t look away from his honey-colored eyes.

Just then, I remembered Victor’s words from before I went out.

—— Flashback ——

Victor: Ahh, that’s right, Kate. There’s one thing I should say.

V: If you wish to return to your normal everyday life after this month passes… you mustn’t let your heart get stolen by them.

—— End flashback ——

(It’ll be alright… I think I was able to enjoy this time today when I tried talking to them.)

(This feeling won’t blossom into love. Surely…)

Fin.

will vs darius jude vs nica alfons vs ring

NOTES:

[0] according to our handy google translate, the title of this story, Liebe geht durch den Magen, translates to “love goes through the stomach.” I assume this may reference or be the equivalent to a similar English saying, “the way to one’s heart is through their stomach.”

[1] “virgin” in German nhdkshfds

[2] and here we have a quote from Wikipedia: Baumkuchen is a kind of spit cake from German cuisine. It is also a popular dessert in Japan. The characteristic rings that appear in its slices resemble tree rings, and give the cake its German name, Baumkuchen, which literally translates to “tree cake” or “log cake”.

[3] originally, I had Rotkehlchen, which is like the literal translation for “robin” as far as I know. Spatzi means “sparrow,” but can be used as a term of endearment in the same way the Crown members call Kate “robin” out of endearment. In his collection story event, he mentions that the word he used is German for robin, but it could be localized to something like “it is a German-equivalent term of endearment for robin.” Thanks to @.citrusmornings for providing this link!

END NOTES: did you enjoy this story? because i know i did, haha. i really enjoy all the vogel characters so far; they all have interesting personalities, and they bounce off each other in a fun way as well.

honestly, i’m still trying to sort of get an idea of how i want to sort of translate and write these characters. overall, though, i tried to give darius a more innocent air, with some hints of his nobility, while also having a strong sort of presence. and i tried to capture nica’s sort of casual and flippant (but also clever and sharp) air, which contrasts with how ring gets shy and flustered pretty easily.

i’d love to hear your thoughts!

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(Prologue) Stinky Showoff

(I will continue Andy at some point, I promise! I just wanted to do something different today, and this is one of my fav gifs, sooooo... time to use it!)

(Also, just like last time, idk the person in the gif, mxm fart fetish warning, yadda yadda, was originally gonna be a one shot but I got really invested with lore so now this is gonna be a story LOL)

Honestly, I've lived a pretty good life so far. I finished high school with decent grades, and I still have a few close friends in my life, not many but enough to keep me happy. Started college and got lucky to be roommates with one of those friends, Jacob. Well, partially lucky. I've honestly always had a thing for Jacob, so it's a bit hard living with him when it feels like I'm constantly holding a secret from him, but at the very least at least it's someone I like and not some whack-job so... I'll take it. We've been staying here the whole semester, and nothing crazy has happened, I've been a little distant from him so that I don't accidentally do something stupid, worst cases have been me maybe staring a little too long when he's in his underwear chugging milk at the fridge in the morning, but he usually is too busy gulping it down to notice me staring at his body. The weird thing is... he also seems distant from me, and I'm not sure how to feel about it. Sometimes he seems so excited to catch up with me and talk, but then his face just scrunches up, and he suddenly bolts out as fast as he came. Maybe he senses I like him and just wants to play nice with me so that I don't think he hates me or get my feelings hurt. I wouldn't be surprised. He's always been very sweet with me. I'm honestly the only one in our friend group he never teases... well, at least not meanly. He also used to always carry my lunch for me in high school when I was on cruches (i sprained my ankle at P.E.). Honestly, I think little things like that are why I fell for him, but seeing how he's acted so far in college, it's hard not to feel like he only sees me as a sorta-friend in his inner circle.

On the bright side, we won't have too many more awkward encounters for a bit. With the semester ending today, we're both packing up to go home. I think Jacob said he had plans with Diane and Damien, 2 people in our group of friends, twins to be exact, to head to their "family condo" or something, I don't know I guess they're filthy rich or something and just wanna have a small college vacation. I'm probably just gonna head home and lay in bed for a week, I know my fam is out of town so all I have going for me right now is some alone time at home... or at least, so I thought

riiiiing riiing, riiiiing riiing

I had been silently helping Jacob fold his clothes so he could pack when his phone started ringing on his bed.

"Hey, is it alright if I answer that, I feel bad just making you slave away with my stuff, haha." He gives me a sly smile. He isn't plotting anything he kinda just always has a 'smug' look about him. It's part of his charm.

"Yeah, go ahead." I say, continuing to fold his underwear. God, it's taking way too much willpower to not shove one of these straight into my nose. Sure, they've been washed, but with how much he works out.... god, I need to stop thinking like this. He's my friend, my perverted fantasies can wait for when I'm home alone-

"Yeah, what's up?" I hear Jacob say into his phone. "What about him?... Oh, I didn't know he was coming... well, how was I supposed to know? You never asked me to-.... s-shut up!" I see Jacob blush and look over to me with his last statement, I'm not sure what to make of it, but considering his mannerisms, it's probably Diane. She is the only person who knows how to fluster Jacob, and honestly, it's so fun to watch. It's kinda a guilty pleasure of mine to see them go at it. "Fine I'll put it on speaker hold on-" I watch Jacob stomp over to me, he stands to my side and puts an arm around my shoulder, relaxed. I tense a bit at his touch, not expecting it, but I don't move. He lifts his phone up infront of us and puts it on speaker, and I hear Diane's voice

"Y'all there?"

"Yeah," Jacob says

"Ty?"

"Y-yeah, I'm here." I say

"Okay, good, so, Ty, I'm assuming you from Jakey about how we're staying at the condo with everyone, right?"

"Well, I heard about you two and Damien staying there, yeah"

I hear her get frustrated on the other end of the line. "Jacob, you SERIOUSLY not only forgot to invite your own roommate, but also failed to even mention the rest of the group was going to be there?"

Jacob's voice gets slightly irritated next to me, I hear him release a breath before speaking. "Dude, how was I supposed to know? All you asked me was if I wanted to come stay with you two during break. I didn't know the whole gang was coming. Also, you never told me I was supposed to talk to Ty."

Diane groans, but then I hear a small chuckle from the line, it sounds like Damien. "To be fair, Jacob." I hear damien speak "She did say pack the essentials" this triggers a laugh and response from Diane "True and we both know there are some things you'd HATE to live without-"

Jacob gets flustered next to me and turns the phone off speaker, putting it to his ear. "Can you two chuckle nuts shut the fuck up" Despite the speaker being turned off, I can hear their laughter blasting out of the speaker on the phone, I can't help but giggle, which causes Jacob's face to get even redder as he grips the phone tighter "Can you two dorks just tell me who all is gonna be there, clearly I didn't get enough of the memo..."

Jacob walks into the bathroom to continue their conversation, and I continue packing for both of us, I guess I'm going on a trip? I never really said yes, but considering all the arguing and the fact I never really got to respond... I kinda have to? I'll talk to Jacob first, though... he seemed kinda upset... I hope he isn't sick of me or something, maybe that's why he never asked me to come.

[30 minutes later]

Jacob walks out of the bathroom, and I hand him his suitcase and backpack. "All done!" I smile up at him proudly, he looks down at the stuff with wide eyes and then looks back at me

"Ty, you didn't have to finish everything for me, you still have your own stuff to do-"

"I already finished it" I interupt him. "Besides, I offered to help in the first place, I really don't mind doing stuff for you."

Jacob just nods at this, clearly grateful. He's never been the best at letting people help him, or saying thank you. I never really noticed it before, but I'm usually the only person he lets help him with stuff.

"Hey, Jacob?"

"What's up?"

I look down at the floor, a little nervous to ask this, "Do you not want me to come?"

"What? Why would you think that?"

"Well, you seemed a little upset and-" before I could continue, I heard a... gurgling sound? Some weird rumbling... i think... i think it came from Jacob's stomach? I see him scrunch his face in the same way he does when he's about to dodge me and go somewhere else

"Look- *gurgle*" i heard him mumble a faint 'damn it' before sighing "Look Ty, I need to go do something real quick, but I promise you I'm okay with you coming, I was just mad at those two doofuses for assuming I'm some sort of psychic. You're my guy, and nothings gonna change that, k?"

I nod "K..." honestly, I'm not convinced. Jacob's not really the type to dodge conflict, but seeing him do his face scrunch and then dodge me once again basically confirms to me he doesn't want me there. He'll probably be too stubborn to admit it, though, so... I'll go. I'll just be sure to not bother him while I'm there, it's the least I can do.

I watch Jacob bolt out of the room and into the hallway. While picking up my own suitcase, I heard a faint rumbling sound outside followed by a yelp of some kind. I hear some dude yelling "EWWWW" and another going "Gnarly!"

It's not hard to tell they're a bunch of bro's. One probably ripped some ass and that was probably the sound I heard, the thought honestly getting me a little hard. That's the one downside with Jacob, I've never heard him rip one. At least Damien and the other guys in our group let loose sometimes. I'd trade not having my fart fantasies fulfilled to be with him any day, though. Considering the trajectory of my life, though, probably not gonna have either.

ppprbrbrbmrmmrmtt

I hear another faint rip, followed by a clapping sound (probably a highfive) and a "You're sick dude." Sounds like the guys who live 2 doors down from us. I bet the rips are way louder up close, it's honestly impressive I can hear it in here. Maybe I should get to know them better next semester... then again, I head both of them react, so it must be one of our other neighbors ripping ass, shame, guess I won't get to meet this awesome blaster.

[15 minutes later]

I hear the door creak back open and see Jacob waltz in and toward me, I go to speak, but I feel his (slightly sweaty) wrap around me first, my face nestled into his chest as he hugs me. He then pulls away and looks down at my blushing face.

"I mean it dude, you're my guy, sorry about that it was an... emergency. But really, I was so excited I got you as a roomie, and I'd love to be able to hang out with you more... I feel like we haven't gotten much of a chance here since we've both been so busy with school, this might be a good chance for us to get comfy together, whaddya say?"

Hearing this made me grin, although I had to contain just how giddy it made me to see how genuine he was being about wanting to hang out more. "I'd say... I'm packed and ready to go! You driving?"

"Pfft, always" he flicks up his keys and starts twirling them around his fingers. "Ready to go?" He lifts up his arm and a wave of his sweat smell lingers to me, I watch as he peck-bounces at me, signaling for a response with that goofy grin on his face, he always pulls shit like this and it always makes me laugh and turns me on at the same time

"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready... stinky ass showoff. "we both chuckle at this. He holds the door open for me, and we both walk out, and as he shuts the door, I can hear him mumble a "You have no idea...'

(The way I was originally gonna have this just be mostly farts and like a one-day thing, and then suddenly, I created an entire narrative in my head- like OOPS, lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading. There will DEFINITELY be more of both AndyxReader and JacobxTy in the future, and I'm both nervous and excited to continue writing LOL. One day, I'll figure out how to do a little to no narrative story and just let the men rip in peace trust)

[discourse-slenderman]

*CAW*

*they slam their hands on the table once more and frenziedly examine the ring*

HOLY SHIT SCORE!!!

I want it I want it I want it I want it I want IT-

*A knock on the door*

Hello? Discourse?

My apologies for the delay....one of your Proxy's delivered a letter inviting me for tea and...shiny trading? Some....unforseen circumstances came up, I hope now isn't a bad time.

( @pinkslenderman Ooc the 'unforseen circumstances' being magic anon cramps.....and not me forgetting/silly anddddd @icelandic-slenderwoman)

*loud, rapid sounds of running towards the door*

-heYYY.

uh nah, no it’s uh.. not the worst time-!

just. ignore those weirdos in here. Okay? Got it?

[s3rych]

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Zaida Ben-Yusuf

Portrait photographer Zaida Ben-Yusuf was born in London in 1869. Ben-Yusuf photographed some of the most prominent literary, political, and artistic figures of her time, including Theodore Roosevelt, Grover Cleveland, Jacob Riis, and Leonard Wood. Instead of following traditional portrait conventions, she drew inspiration from artists and pictorial photographers of her day. The famous, exclusive Linked Ring photography society included Ben-Yusuf's work in an 1896 exhibition. The following year, she was included in F. Holland Day's exhibition at the Royal Photographic Society. In 1898, Ben-Yusuf exhibited at the Camera Club of New York.

Zaida Ben-Yusuf died in 1933 at the age of 63. In 2008, the National Portrait Gallery hosted an exhibition devoted to her life and work.

Image source: Library of Congress

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38 - The Updated Dress Code

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Attention all students of Be Lift High,

In light of recent events regarding our school’s dress code, it has been brought to the attention of the school board that some changes need to be made. As an education facility, we wish for our students to feel comfortable and safe in our classrooms and hope that these recent changes will allow that, without disregarding our school policies. Below is a list of our updated dress code.

Shirts and tops:

All tops must meet or cover the waistband of chosen bottoms when standing normally (exposure of midriff when arms are raised will no longer be called out on)

Spaghetti straps are now accepted as long as undergarment straps are not show

Strapless tops, backless tops, midriffs and low-cut necklines are still prohibited but may be worn if covered by a cardigan or sweater

Clothing must not display graphic images of violence, alcohol, drugs, gang symbolism or sexual references

Bottoms:

Skirts, dresses and shorts must be mid-thigh or lower

Athletic shorts and leggings are now permitted as long as they are in good condition

Pants are to stay up at all times. Low rise is acceptable if midriff is not showing

Any pants with rips above the knee are prohibited - rips from the knee down are acceptable

Outerwear:

Hats, hoods and beanies are permitted on school grounds but may be asked to be removed in the classroom - teachers will set their own expectations of this.

The same rules apply to coats, wind-breakers and other outer layers

Hair:

Hair must be kept tidy and out of one’s eyes

Rules surrounding hair colours no longer apply but styles must be school appropriate

All hair shoulder length and below must be tied up during physical activity and in science labs

Jewellery:

Piercings are allowed but must be kept tidy - studs and small rings are acceptable. 

All piercings must be taken out during physical activity (excluding lobe piercings)

There are no limits to jewellery as long as it is school appropriate. Jewellery with inappropriate words/images is prohibited

All jewellery must be taken out during physical activity

Our staff will also be more mindful of what is/is not breaking the dress code to minimise unfair punishment in the future. We have set up a new system to prevent violations of the dress code:

Breaking the dress code once will result in a warning

Breaking the dress code twice (same offence) will result in said item being confiscated

Breaking the dress code a third time will result in an after school detention

Once a student has received 5 detentions for the same offence, a meeting with the family will be called to discuss further punishment (which can result in suspension)

We have done our best to listen to our students' concerns as well as uphold our school’s expectations and hope that this updated dress code is satisfactory. If there are any concerns or queries, students and families can report to our Council Dean, Mr Jeon Wonwoo or Be Lift High Principal Bang Si Hyuk.

Be Lift High Faculty

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(For legal reasons, this is a joke)

[sims-for-semi]

The Aitken-Huffs

Marjorie: I wonder if Nevil told the delivery guy to leave the groceries at the door instead of ringing that annoying loud bell... Doorbell: RIIING Marjorie: I guess not...

[hellparkri]

Esther

"It was the worst day of my life." Esther repeated herself in her mind as she walked home. Getting to this was not something I truly longed for... 

Nothing to do... 

No one to get to see... 

Esther couldn't stop thinking about how empty she was going to feel from now on. Her thoughts stopped when she finally reached the door to her home. A few seconds passed until she was able to open the door and finally enter her house. . Everything was the same, obviously, it's only been a few days... although to Esther, it may have felt endless, she took a sigh before heading to the couch,

 "I need something to distract myself"

She said in her head, she took the remote and turned on the television, she put on a movie channel and sat back, she didn't even care what she was watching, as long as it distracted her from her entire life it was going to work. What was he even seeing? Not even she knew it, each image that passed on the screen simply became more blurry in her mind, little by little Esther felt her eyelids becoming heavy, her body finally succumbing to fatigue. It was no surprise, he hadn't been able to sleep in the last few days, hours, maybe it would be better if he took a short nap…

-Esther? -

 Just before the girl could fall asleep she could hear a very familiar voice, it sounded like... 

"Oh no, oh no no no, it's the dream, it's just the dream,"

 Esther repeated to herself, that's not it. It's possible, she was just imagining things. Esther closed her eyes again, trying to ignore that feeling of uneasiness she felt for whoever she thought was listening. 

"I'm fine,"

 Esther took a deep breath and began to force her body to sleep, with little result. 

"I'm fine, it's just the shock, this is normal, I'm going to be fine..."

The girl moved from side to side, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep, trying to let her body just rest, small footprints making her way. They could heard in the distance, evidently the lack of sleep was destroying her sanity, her body slowly left behind any thoughts and insecurity, and allowed her to sleep... The hours passed normally, until the sound of a loud lightning bolt interrupted her short time of peace.

Esther suddenly opened her eyes only to find the TV screen with the image of no signal, 

"How long have I slept?"

 Esther looked outside and saw that it was already quite dark, the rain falling so hard that it caused the trees to move from side to side, as if they were convulsing, there was not a single house on and silence abounded throughout the town, only interrupted by lightning that fell from time to time. Esther tried to turn off the TV, but it just started flickering before turning back on, Esther tried repeatedly to turn it off, each attempt resulting in the same thing with the TV turning on again. Finally, Esther got up and unplugged the cable that powered the television and went to sleep again. But as if both actions were connected, the phone in the room began to ring. 

"Riiing."

The black haired girl looked up, now staring at the phone,

 "Who could?" "Riiiing"

it was already very late....

 "Who could call at this time?" 

Her parents weren't home right now, but...could it be them? 

“Rilliiiiiiing.”

 ...No. Normally they would call her directly, it's not them, 

"But then who could-"

 "Riiiing"

 Even though the situation was nothing out of the ordinary, Esther's heartbeat was pounding, nothing was wrong, But then why did she feel so much? .. 

"Riiiing"

The phone rang again... Shut up, shut up, she couldn't take it anymore. Esther picked up the phone. 

-Hello? - 

-

—

-Sorry?-

-

—

 -Ha.ha..., very funny, go to hell.-

Esther put the phone in its place and began to head to her room, her legs could barely keep her standing, she was accompanied by a buzzing in her head along with a feeling of restlessness that simply refused to go away. God. I felt like I was going to vomit. Esther's eyes narrowed constantly, a feeling of tiredness invaded her. I felt like I was going to fall unconscious at any moment. 

"knock" 

Esther stopped her breathing for a second, all that tiredness she felt almost completely dissipated when she heard someone knocking on the door. door 

"knock knock"

That same sound again, it seemed that it was not coming from the front door, but from the back garden, Esther made her way towards the source of that noise. She couldn't even turn on the lights when she saw a humanoid shadow standing in the middle of his garden. 

-Kevin...?- 

Esther immediately got closer to see the figure more clearly, completely forgetting to turn on the lights, now she could see her brother in greater detail, his clothes were exactly the same as the ones he had on when he died, Esther contemplated that image for a few seconds, completely In disbelief, she blinked several times to check if she wasn't hallucinating, but there it was still…

-Kevin? - 

Esther repeated as she looked at the figure that seemed to be her deceased brother, the girl walked until she opened the door. 

-Esther!-

 Kevin approached Esther as if he were trying to give her a hug, but she backed away. The figure, unfazed by Esther's reaction, simply continued speaking, 

-Wow, what a day, right? - 

Esther was extremely confused, “What is happening? What was she seeing?” Everything was happening so fast, she couldn't understand anything, Kevin's voice sounded strange, like the mere fact of articulating a sentence was a challenge in itself.

 -Sorry for not going through the other door! You know how I am, it seemed simpler to come here - 

again that voice that felt wrong, it **WAS** wrong, it wasn't Kevin's voice, it barely felt real. 

- Oh yeah? - 

Esther spoke sarcastically, she didn’t know why she said that, perhaps nerves, or the discomfort of the situation, or the fear of not knowing if what she had in front of her was human or not.

-Look, I'm looking for someone, y’know? - 

The figure proceeded to pass by Esther, entering her house and walking casually as if she had lived there all her life.

 -He's a little short, annoying, he always wears obscenely bright Hawaiian shirts.-

Kevin continued talking casually while Esther looked at him strangely, that thing didn't look like her brother, it didn't sound like her brother, this is a nightmare. 

"Oooh, yeah, I almost forgot, he wears green glasses all the time, even when he’s in the dark. I'm sure he thinks he looks soooo cool, but sister, we both know that's not the case."

Esther felt like her blood was boiling,

 -Don't call me.-

-Oh? What happened, Sister? -

 It wasn't Kevin, this "thing" was trying to trick her, she couldn't even see his face, the room was so dark that she wasn't even able to see that. 

-D-Don’t call me that!! - 

Esther backed away, slowly making her way towards the kitchen. 

-Get out of here!-

 Esther screamed, backing away further as the figure only got closer and closer.

-Please, Esther...- 

Said in an almost artificial voice, Esther collided with the kitchen drawers. Without taking her eyes off the figure, she began to open one of them and stealthily took out a sharp knife. 

-You have helped me.. many, many nights…-

The figure came closer and closer. He was cornering her.

 -Please help me again, that's all I ask... Just one last time... Please-

That being no longer even bothered to imitate his brother's voice, a strange, almost robotic voice could be heard coming out of his mouth, whatever this was, he was just playing with her. Esther took up the knife that she held carefully in her hand. Without taking her eyes off the shadow. 

-Tell me... Where is Damien Thorn?-

 -Y-you're not my brother..-

 Esther said before quickly raising the knife and stabbing it at the thing that claimed to be her brother, the knife easily tore the creature's stomach... Silence.

-Ouch- 

The figure laughed sarcastically, Kevin began to slowly remove the knife with which he was stabbed.. 

-What a way to treat your brother…-

 The lights throughout the house began to flash strongly, Esther closed her eyes quickly , she felt her own head throb, she just wanted this to be a bad dream.

 -Esther...-

The girl felt her brother's cold hand forcefully take her neck and begin to choke her, the girl opened her eyes, almost at the same time the lights stopped flashing and Esther could finally see... the face of… her brother.

-It didn't have to end like this-

Esther saw her "brother" slowly approach her, his disfigured face serving as testimony to the fate that awaited her. The girl screamed with all her might...

But no one could hear her…

[ivorydragoness44]

Gazerbeam x Reader: Birthday Kisses

Word Count: 626 Warnings/Notes: established relationship, Gazerbeam/Simon J. Paladino giving the Reader cute kisses, fluff, domestic bliss Summary: The Reader wakes up to Simon (Gazerbeam) kissing them.

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  Morning. The honks of cars were left muffled by the walls of your apartment. Thankfully. A softer, but deep sound, however was much closer.   It was more than a little bit of a struggle to open your eyes. Much less to keep them open.   “…four…five…six…”   Simon.

  You hummed, questioning the situation without words. It was much too soon for that. An established language at such an hour? Hardly.   “…seven…”   It was in that moment that you finally comprehended at least part of the situation. He was pressing soft kisses around your face. His lips were warm and comforting against your skin.   “…eight…”   “Why are you counting?” You squinted, determined to remain awake. Your partner was typically busy, so spending such time with him was precious.   Simon chuckled quietly. Little wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes from his joy. “A kiss for every year you have lived.”   “Oh.”   The counting continued, and with it sweet kisses to your face. His lips ventured from your forehead and cutely to the tip of your nose. Those sincere eyes of his held their usual quickened pace, darting around your face.   You bundled your fingers into his sleep-shirt and sighed faintly. Surely, he would reach your new age at some point. The thought made you internally laugh to yourself. No one would find a single complaint from you of course.   Delicately placing a hand to the side of your neck, his thumb caressed along your jaw. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, up to your temple, and back down again.   “This might take a while at the pace you’re going.” You smiled at the upturn of his eyebrows.   “I am in no hurry. Are you?”   The sleepy baritone in his voice sent a chill down to your toes. “No,” you smiled wider.

  Simon hummed and focused his kisses to your lips. Each one was soft and loving. It was not unlike any other morning when he was home. However, there was just something extra special expressed into each one that day.   His hands glided over to rest on your shoulder. As you lay resting in front of him, he rubbed his thumb gingerly over a small section of your shoulder.   The quiet intimacy was enjoyed by you wholeheartedly. The warmth in your chest felt almost palpable with the time you spent with him.

  Finally, he reached the number of your new age. With a lopsided grin, he looked directly into your eyes. It was brief, but it sent a wave of emotions through you. “I love you.”   Eyes closing for the final kiss, you were not about to let that one be short. Cupping your hands on either side of his face, you intended to lengthen it extensively. And with a push of your body, you tipped him over onto his back. A smile threatened to pull your lips from his. Happily so, you dove your fingers into his dark hair.   A contented sigh echoed out from Simon. His warm hands caressing up and down your back until bare skin contact was made.   “Simon?” You murmured into his lips. “May I request one thing from you on my birthday?”   His hands stilled, focused. “Certainly.”   RIIING   “Not that!” You whined, burying your face into the crook of his neck. It was that one phone. The phone that you never answered or used. Hidden from your sights.   “Perhaps when I return, I can fulfill whatever it is that you have in mind,” he reasoned over the ring of the phone.   “Really?”   Simon nodded. “But for now, I have to answer the phone, or it’ll keep ringing. It could be urgent.”   “You’ll have to move me first,” you mumbled into his skin.   And move you, he reluctantly did.

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[seaofolives]

🎭 #torokatober2024 day 5/31: goggles 🎻

Ring, riiing…ring—

Click!

“Trowa! My gog—”

“I have it. Sorry, I couldn’t tell you sooner. I just got back.”

“What a relief! I’d been searching everywhere…”

“As soon as I saw it in my luggage, I figured you might have panicked. Do you need it back now?”

“No, just keep it safe…I can fly over and get it in the weekend.”

“…ha, ha…mission accomplished.”

“What?! Trowa, did you steal my—”

“No, it really was misplaced. Well, Sis would be happy to see you.”

“…just her?”

“Can’t say. Let you know when I fetch you from the spaceport.”

find the list of prompts here!