#(what did he actually do in the dow?)

[mississpissi]

so we know carlos wasn't originally intended to be cecil's love interest. in an interview in 2018 cecil baldwin said, "He was meant almost as a foil to Night Vale; he was the outsider who wanted to quantify everything in this town where nothing is quantifiable." (and i'm pretty sure this has been repeated by finknor too iirc) carlos. was an outsider who wanted to quantify everything in a town where nothing is quantifiable at first. kinda... familiar sounding. maybe.

the only thing that changed this was cecil. falling in love, finding community, starting a family- without cecil, would carlos be another lubelle? obviously he has some core personality differences to lubelle, but without cecil vouching for him, framing his as a good interloper, immediately telling night vale that carlos was a positive addition to their community, who's to say how carlos would react to night vale?

what if he was instead greeted with hostility, with distrust? what if cecil hadn't been so enraptured by him and told the town the scientist was dangerous? would he have dug in his heels and sought for answers more aggressively? would he try to leave (he would probably try to leave...)? would night vale let him leave after luring him there? would he decide to stay because he needs answers? would he find himself making decisions like lubelle out of desperation? would he think of his mentor/coworker's(?) ruthless persistence and try to call upon that when he realizes he's stuck? just- who would carlos have become without cecil's immediate intervention? would he be threatened or would he become a threat?

[cyrsed]

found a guy with the weirdest misconception about dead space which is that upgrading health doesn't actually give you more health it just makes the health bar look longer, but now it's making me paranoid that like. what if that's true. what if what i've been assuming are health upgrades aren't actually doing anything and in reality the "health upgrade" is just the improved armor from when you buy a new suit and any kind of advantage i thought i was getting from upgrading health directly is just psychological ghlskdjflksdjf

[mydemimonde]

'Honey, Are You Coming?' (Baby Said, Part 2) — Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

divider is from @plutism

a/n: hello! i'm soooo so sorry for taking too long in doing the second part of baby said, college and work are driving me insane and i barely have time to write. i really hope you like this

Summary: After that mindblowing night after the bar, you find yourself waiting for Aemond's call, growing slightly disappointed.

Words: 4691

Warnings: +18 (minors dni), female reader, no use y/n nor specific physical description, swearing, dirty talk, hand kink, praising, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slightly dominant aemond, riding, no proof reading! english is not my first language, i apologise in advance if there are any mistakes.

It’s been five days and you haven’t heard anything from Aemond. Not a call, not even a text message. Nothing. You started to feel a little bit anxious and somewhat offended. Perhaps he didn’t like you that much, or worse, he had a girlfriend and still had sex with you. You shake your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts, focusing on the task at hand.

A year before your graduation, you got a job in a small publishing house, working as an editor. You didn’t earn a fortune, but it was more than enough to make ends meet and pay rent. Still, you were trying to find a job in a bigger place, freelancing didn’t appeal to you and you were actually looking for a new flat, closer to the capital, which meant higher prices.

“For fuck’s sake,” you hear Arianne curse next to you, making you startle. With a frown, you lift your head to look at her. “You have been eyeing your phone for the last fifteen minutes, it’s quite annoying,” she says, half serious, half joking. The brunette tilts her head and places a hand on her hip. “He hasn’t called you yet, has he?”

You shake your head, pursing your lips. “I don’t know why it affects me so much… it was just a one night stand” you explain, running a hand through your hair and sighing.

“Perhaps he’s busy…” your friend tries to reason with you, seeing how defeated you looked. She gets on her knees and grabs your hands. “Hey, I don’t want you to feel like rubbish, you shouldn’t feel like this, even if he was a mindblowing fuck.” She says, quoting the words you said when you told her about that night, giving her all the nasty details over a cup of wine during dinner. “Have you checked his socials?” She asks, to which you nod.

“Yep. Private account on Instagram, no Twitter. Didn’t even bother to check Facebook, no one uses it nowadays” you move your hand in the air. “And before you ask, no, I didn’t ask a following request.”

“What’s stopping you?” She asks with a frown and clicks her tongue in annoyance when you shrug. “I swear to God…” she mutters under her breath before plopping down on her chair, opening an incognito tab in her browser, as if what she was doing was illegal.

You frown and move your chair next to hers. “What are you doing?” You watch as she types his name on the search bar. You read the first few results with narrowed eyes. They scan the many search results populating the screen, but they focus on one particular title. Meet the Targaryens: The Powerhouse Family Behind ‘Valyrian Press’

Oh God. “Click that one…” you point at the title and Arianne immediately clicks. The webpage loads quickly and a big picture pops up on the screen. Your eyes fall to Aemond’s figure in the family picture. He was looking into the camera, a serious expression on his face, his hands into the pockets of his black suit. He wore all black.

Arianne turns to look at you. “You didn’t tell me this snack was the son of Viserys Targaryen…”

“I didn’t know!” You whisper-shout, shrugging. “I had no idea he was the son of Viserys Targaryen, though the surname did ring a bell.” Just when she opens her mouth to speak, you interrupt her, lifting your index finger in the air. “Hey, it wasn’t a date, it was a fuck, okay? We didn’t just sit down to talk about our families” you explain, defending yourself. She lifts her hands in surrender.

“Didn’t say anything at all.” Your friend turns again and skims the article. “Well, my dear friend, you had sex with a single billionaire, son of the owner of one of the most important publishing houses in the country. If you don’t send that Instagram request, I will do it.” Just when she finishes saying that, your phone vibrates. Your head jerks and you extend your hand to grab it, your eyes widening when you see the notification. Arianne frowns. “Is it him?”

You nod, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Arianne gasps and chuckles as you open the text message.

Hi. I apologise for not writing sooner. May I call you?

You fight the urge of jumping up and down and screaming of happiness, and instead you take a deep breath to calm down the butterflies in your stomach and type an answer, your hands shaking in excitement.

Hi there :) Sure, you can call me.

Just a minute after you sent that message, your phone vibrates once more, and you take the call, eager to listen to his voice. “Hi?”

“Hello, gorgeous.” Gorgeous. You hear him hiss. “I’m so, so sorry for not calling you back. I have been quite busy these days, travelling and accompanying my father to so many meetings…” you can picture him moving his hands around, explaining things to you. “I meant to call you right after that night, but work got in the way. I hope you accept my apologies…”

You smile against the phone. “Don’t worry, Aemond. It’s okay, I suspected you were busy,” you reply, biting your lower lip to try to stop a laugh, seeing Arianne making faces at your words and mouthing ‘I told you’.

“Anyways, I’m in the city right now… are you at work?” He asks after a soft sigh and you find yourself twirling a strand of your hair like a high school girl. How pathetic, you think.

“Yes, but I finish my shift at 5pm. We can grab a coffee or a sandwich, if you want…” you suggest.

“Of course, darling. Give me your address, I can pick you up and we can go to Honeyholt Bakery, they sell delicious lemon cakes.” You beam, lemon cakes were your favourites, but you never told him that. You give him your job’s address before saying goodbye and hanging up.

You plop down on your chair, a dreamy look in your face as you look at the ceiling. You feel Arianne’s gaze on you, and you look down at her. She slowly shakes her head, a smirk making its way on her face. “I sooo envy you, lucky bitch” she jokes, making you giggle.

Knowing that you were hours away from meeting Aemond was all the motivation you needed to get down to work quickly, going over the document you had to edit before sending it to the executive editor. You finish a bit earlier than expected and grab your jacket and purse, kiss Arianne’s head and head towards the exit to wait for Aemond. You leave him a message letting him know you were ready, and not even a minute later you receive his reply. On my way ;)

Less than ten minutes later, you see a black BMW with tinted windows steering around the corner, slowing down and parking right in front of the doors of the building. The driver’s windows roll down and you see Aemond, with his hair combed back and wearing sunglasses. Fuck me.

He smiles at you and you smile back. “Hello, darling.” His voice is smooth and it makes you swallow hard. He steps out of the car, not before shifting the gear level into park mode and pulling the lever so that the car stays right in place.

“Hi, Aemond” you reply, your eyes sweeping over his lean figure clad in some brown polished shoes, black trousers, black shirt and black leather jacket. A lot of black. He looks delicious. He leans in to kiss your cheek, his expensive cologne filling your nostrils.

He places a hand on your lower back and indicates you to get into his car, opening the door for you, which you thank. He closes the door and walks around his vehicle to get inside, and you take a moment to look around, noticing how clean it smells. There’s music playing, the electric guitars and drums echoing in the small space. When Aemond gets inside and closes the door, he turns the volume of the radio down, but the music is still audible. You can recognize the song very clearly.

Meet me there where it never closes

Meet me there, I'll give you your roses

All is fair in love, oh-oh-oh

Honey, are you coming?

He takes his glasses off and begins driving the car at a normal speed as he talks. “How have you been, gorgeous?”

“I’ve been great… I have a lot more work now, but it’s so fulfilling,” you reply, your gaze falling to his hand on the steering wheel. He looks so confident as he drives, and you suddenly feel your cheeks getting hot, so you move your gaze to the window, watching the shops as you pass by.

Aemond smirks and glances at you. “I’m happy for you. The most important thing is enjoying and loving what you do” you hum at his answer, showing your agreement. “You work at a publishing house, right?”

“Yeah, I work as an editor, have been doing it for a year now” he raises his brows and nods.

“So I take it that you’re comfortable in that place…” his eyes are fixed on the road, concentrated on driving.

You purse your lips to the side, humming. “I’m actually looking for other publishing houses. I’m thinking about moving closer to the capital, and the rent is obviously higher in those areas, so I need a better wage.”

Aemond nods, taking in your words. “Well, my father has a publishing house. Valyrian Press, you might have heard of it.” Your eyes widen in surprise —fake, of course,— at his words. “There are some vacancies, and the pay is really good.”

“Your dad owns Valyrian Press?” He hums. “Oh, that’s why your surname rang a bell…” What a big fat lie.

Aemond huffs a laugh. “You’re telling me that you didn’t google my name?” How the fuck does he know things?

“Not me, my friend did.” He chuckles. “It never crossed my mind to google anything… but perhaps I did look up your social media…” you trail off.

Aemond chuckles again, the sound making your heart flutter. “Well, I barely use social media, I have an Instagram account but I’m not very fond of those apps…” You look at him and shake your head, letting out a soft chuckle. He parks the car outside the café. “What do y’wanna eat, darling?”

You. “Uhm, a cappuccino and some lemon cakes would be fine.”

He winks at you and smirks. “Excellent choice. I’ll be back soon” and with that, he exits the car. You watch him as he walks towards the bakery, biting your lip at the sight. You rest your head against the back of the seat, sighing and thinking about that man you barely know. You don’t know why, but you feel so drawn to him and you want to kick yourself because you’ve never felt like this for anyone. Not even your ex, for God’s sake.

You see Aemond getting out of the shop with two cups in one hand and a small white box with a yellow bow on top on the other hand. You stretch to get the door open, making it easier for him to get into the car.

“Thank you, beautiful” he offers you a smile and you sit comfortably in your position. He hands you the coffees and sets the box in the middle of your seats before closing the door and starting the car. “Where would you like to go?” He asks you, grabbing his cup and taking a sip from it.

“Wherever you want, Aemond… is there any specific place you wanna go?” You ask as you look at him, your eyes momentarily drifting to his hand on the steering wheel, the other one wrapped around the cup. Fuck, how is it that his hands were enough to make you go wild, the mere though of having them roaming over your body, pushing your legs apart, grabbing your hips, squeezing your tits, choking you… and his fingers, God, his long fingers.

“Hey!” He calls you, startling you. His glances at you once again, smirking when he sees you blinking and wide-eyed. “I asked you a question…”

You blink a few times more, frowning. “Uhm, sorry… what?” Your voice comes out meekly as you try to gather your thoughts. He stops at the red light.

“I asked you if you wanted me to take you to your apartment…” when you don’t answer, he huffs a laugh. “Cat got your tongue, hm?” He murmurs in a husky voice. He places his cup on the cup holder and extends his arm, his left hand coming up to your face to cup your cheek. “You like my hands, don’t you?” Aemond looks at you, giving you a smug smile when you mutter something inaudible. “You think I didn’t notice how you were staring at my hands, love?” You swallow hard as his thumb grazes your lower lip and you take the opportunity to open your mouth slightly, the tip of your tongue licking his digit before sucking it, the sensation going straight to his cock.

You hear him curse under his breath, his chest heaving. He sees the light going from red, to yellow, to green out of the corner of his eye and, reluctantly, he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, fearing that if you did that again, he might lose control of the vehicle. Before he retreats his hand you take it and guide it inside your jeans, letting him feel you.

“Fuck, you’re soaked” he mutters as he feels your wet folds, his other hand gripping the wheel tightly, his knuckles going white. You keep him there, pressing his hand against your cunt to get some relief. “Holy shit, babygirl, wait…” he retreats his fingers from your cunt and you whine. “Shh, relax…” he shushes you, his fingers quickly undoing the button of your jeans and pulling down the zipper to get more space.

He hisses when he gets his hand inside your lace panties again, his middle finger trailing up your entrance, gathering some of your essence to rub your clit with his digit. “Oh, fuck” you curse, throwing your head back and closing your eyes as the pad of his finger rubs lazy circles over your bud.

“God, love, you’re really wet… thinking about my hands turns you on, huh?” He taunts you, a low growl rumbling in his throat when he feels your cunt sucking his finger in. Aemond slides his finger inside you and you mewl as he starts pumping it. He continues driving, his gaze focused on the road ahead, his mind racing. “Want another finger, baby?”

“Hmm… ngh… yes, Aemond- oh!” You squeak when he inserts his index finger. You grip the grab handle above the window, trying to hold onto something as his fingers continue his work. “Fuck, right there” you moan when his fingers curl up, hitting your sweet spot with ease.

Aemond hums, curling them again and increasing the pace of his fingers. You were thankful the windows were tinted, otherwise passers-by would see what you were doing inside that car. Aemond’s grip on the steering wheel tightens as he feels your cunt tightening around his fingers, you are so close to cumming so he slows down the movements.

“N-no, Aemond, don’t stop, I’m so close…” you complain in a whine, and he groans lowly.

“Baby, I’m so fucking hard right now and if you continue making those beautiful sounds I might cum in my pants and crash this vehicle. I need you to tell me where you wanna go, I can’t focus on the road if I have you squeezing my fingers like that…” he explains, panting a little bit.

“Pull over… drive to a parking lot, I don’t know…” you plead, bucking your hips slightly. You don’t know how long you can last, not when the heel of his palm is pressing against your clit, eliciting whimpers from you.

Aemond drives towards the nearest parking lot he finds, his fingers moving inside you again at a relentless pace, making you gasp. “Fuck, baby, I can feel you getting closer, you’re squeezing my fingers so tightly…” He says through gritted teeth, smirking when you let out a high-pitched moan the moment his fingers reach that rough patch inside you, making you jolt. “C’mon, pretty girl. Cum all over my fingers, wanna feel you…” he coaxes.

He grunts when you press your legs together as you come, head thrown back and jaw open, incoherent words and moans spilling past your lips. His fingers continue working inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm. He pulls them out, and you nearly choke as you watch him, through half-lidded eyes, how he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean and moaning at the taste.

“You taste incredibly sweet, baby. You have no idea how much I need to put my cock inside you” you moan in response, head spinning at his words. He enters the parking lot and rushes to find a spot, parking the car immediately. “Come to the back” he orders, and he peeks around to check that no one sees you in the almost empty place.

Both of you get to the back of the car, almost throwing yourself at him. His lips capture yours in an intense kiss, his hand cupping your neck to pull you closer and angle your head to deepen it while the other rests on your waist. The tip of his tongue presses slightly against your lower lip and you gladly part your lips, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. You can taste the strong coffee in his mouth.

Your hands trail down his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your palms. Aemond growls into your mouth when one of your hands cup his evident bulge, palming him through the fabric. “Holy… shit…” he mutters against your lips. You take the opportunity to leave open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, all the way to his earlobe.

“Want to suck your cock, Aemond…” you purr in his ear before taking his earlobe between your teeth, nibbling softly as you lower the zipper of his jeans, slithering your hand under his boxers.

“F-fuck…” he curses through gritted teeth, closing his eyes for a moment as you pull down his jeans and boxers in one motion. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock straining against his stomach and you move in your place, bringing your legs up to kneel next to him, your ass propped up in direction to the window. Your index finger grates the weeping tip, making him shudder. “Don’t tease… put your mouth to work, needy girl” he instructs, his hand landing on your ass with a loud smack, making you yelp.

You swallow hard and lick your lips as you lean forward, your right hand wrapping around his base. Like a lollipop, your tongue licks his cock from the base to the tip, eliciting a hiss from him. The hand that smacked your ass comes to rest on the small of your back, hiking up your blouse and rubbing circles on your skin.

Your lips wrap around his tip, sucking it gently and swirling your tongue around it. “God… yes, like that…” he breathes out, his voice rough. You stroke his shaft with your hand in rhythm with the movements of your mouth, up and down his length. Your hair falls to the side but Aemond is quick to grab it, putting it in a ponytail as your head bobs up and down. He resists the urge to buck his hips up, trying not to hurt you.

You stop stroking him and move your hand to cup his balls, which ignites something primal in Aemond. He can’t help but thrust his hips upwards into your mouth, making you moan. “Fucking hell, you’re taking me so deep into that wet mouth… love it” he coos, biting his lip at the sight of your mouth around him and your head bobbing up and down. His cock is covered in your saliva, glistening under the dim lights of the parking lot.

You hollow your cheeks as you go up, your hands wrapping around his base again, adding a bit of pressure. That makes him growl and pant, the sounds he makes going straight to your cunt. He continues praising you in choked, needy moans, telling you how good your mouth feels on his cock, how he’s going to wreck your pussy immediately afterwards, his hand guiding your head up and down his length. You feel him twitch in your mouth, the signal that he’s close to cumming.

“Are you coming, Aemond?” You ask, your hot breath fanning against his length before taking him deep into your mouth, gagging around him.

“Y-yes… s-stop… I’m so close…” he warns, the obscene wet sucking sounds that fill the car making him let out a strangled moan. He pulls you away from his length, a trail of saliva still connecting your mouth to him. You use the palm of your hand to wipe your mouth, licking your lips and looking at him.

“Why did you want me to stop?” Your hand presses on his inner thigh, making him sigh deeply and let go of your hair.

“Because when I cum, I want to do it deep inside your cunt, alright?” He explains as he leans his back against the seat, his words making your jaw drop. “Now, get rid of those jeans and ride me.”

You eagerly do as told, putting your legs down and shimming out of your jeans and soaked panties. You toss them aside and straddle him, your bent knees on either side of his hips, your chest pressing against his given the constricted space you are in. His hands immediately land on either side of your hips, guiding you to sink down on his cock.

Both of you moan at the contact, your eyes close as he lets you adjust to his size. When you open your eyes you find his hungry gaze on you, his pupils dark with lust. He licks his lips, bringing one hand to cup your neck and pull you down to kiss him. The kiss is slow but passionate, sensual. You find support on his shoulders and you start moving your hips, finding the right rhythm.

Aemond pulls back to breath, his lips hovering over yours as you rest your forehead against his. His fingers grip your hips tightly, certainly leaving marks. “Hmm…” he hums, feeling how your cunt sucks him in, engulfing him. “D’you feel me deep inside you, baby?” He murmurs against your lips.

“Y-yes… you’re so deep, Aemond,” you reply in a shaky whisper. You feel his breath against your face due to the close proximity, hearing the low grunts and whines that leave his lips. His hands move from your hips to your abdomen, lifting your blouse to feel your skin, his touch setting your body on fire.

“No bra?” His eyes widen in surprise and he smirks. “Naughty girl, I might have to punish you…” He taunts as he pulls the straps of your blouse down, freeing your breasts. He mutters a curse and dives into your chest, his hands bringing your tits together, squeezing as his tongue swirls around your right nipple, making you arch your back against him. “You fit perfectly in my hands, baby…” he squeezes your tits once more, making you throw your head back. Aemond leans forward and leaves wet kisses on your throat, sucking the junction between your neck and shoulder as his big hands knead your tits.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you increase the speed of your movements, letting out desperate whines as the tip of his cock bullies the rough patch inside you. You’ve never been this wet before, the squelching sounds making you blush furiously in embarrassment. “Fuck, you’re so wet… can’t wait for when you soak my cock as you come” those dirty words  he mutters against your ear have you gasping loudly and furrowing your brows. Aemond rests his forehead against your shoulder, the sounds escaping his lips coming out muffled.

“Aemond… I’m… fuck, I’m so close…” you speak in a choked moan, your arms wrapping around his neck as you bounce on his dick.

You feel him smirk against your skin, his teeth nibbling your collarbone. “Yeah, I can feel that… you’re so tight, love, you feel so fucking good” he praises, his voice hoarse and deep. Aemond lifts his head from your shoulder, looking up at you, his eyes roaming over your face. “Look at me” he demands in an authoritative, stern voice. You do as told, locking your eyes with his. “Do not tear your gaze away from me, you understand?” You nod frantically, your brows knitted together in pleasure.

His hands lower to your backside, gripping your ass tightly, helping you as you move on top of him. He brings his legs together, plants his feet on the floor and starts bucking his hips up, meeting your movements. Your eyes close shut involuntarily, wanton and sinful moans spilling past your lips as he pounds into you. “I said, fucking look at me” he says through gritten teeth, and you obey, as hard as it is to do so.

His eyes roam over your face, committing every detail to memory. “Y’gonna cum all over my cock, hmm? Can feel you squeezing me.” You nod, unable to speak. His hands grip your ass tighter, his nails digging into your skin. “Come, baby… let go and soak me, c’mon,” he gives your ass a loud smack, and that does it to you. His mouth is agape as he watches you come undone above him, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and lips parted as you gasp for air. “That’s it, baby… I got you.”

You feel blood rushing through your ears, your eyes flutter close and your legs tremble. You feel Aemond’s hard grip on your ass as he keeps pounding into you, chasing his own release. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna…” his hips stutter and his arms wrap around your waist tightly as he cums deep inside your cunt, a guttural groan coming out of his lips, the sound muffled as he hides his head in your shoulder.

Both of you stay there, panting and holding each other as you come down from your intense orgasms. You feel like you’re walking on a cloud, feeling boneless. Once you finally catch your breaths, he lifts his head to place a kiss on your lips. He pulls back and huffs a laugh.

“Shit… are you okay?” He asks, placing soft kisses along your collarbone, bringing you back to earth. You struggle to find the words, but eventually open your mouth to speak.

“Yes… I feel amazing…” he chuckles at your answer, your voice coming out croaky.

“I’m glad. Did I fuck your brains out?” He smirks when you nod, and places another kiss on your lips as his hands rub soothing circles on your back. He rests his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. You untangle your arms from around his neck and place your hands on either side of his face, admiring his features. “I was serious, you know. About the vacancies,” he explains to you. “I can ask my father to arrange a job interview. I’m dead serious, darling.”

You chuckle, the sound of your soft laugh making him smile. You tilt your head. “Hmm… I think you’re just trying to get into my pants…” you tease, to which he chuckles.

“But I already did. Twice” he replies in a low voice, making you giggle. “Oh, and one more thing.” He adds, looking at you, his playful expression turning into a soft one. “Would you go on a date with me?”

Your lips curve into a smile. “Yes. I would love to.”

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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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Watching Mingi flirt shamelessly with the two women on his arm was actually amusing. He had the charm, the charisma, and yes- the big dick energy that made sense. The two were hooked on his deep voice, his tongue flicking across his thick lips, and the promises he whispered into their ear.

But you were also aware that he wasn’t oblivious to his surroundings, noticing his attention on you and Felix more than once. He was as subtle as you were with your own glances, but whenever you were caught you just offered a coy or shy smile, attempting to be flirty.

You were getting quite concerned when Hyunjin took his time, eyes scanning around for the man in drag only to spot him at the bar chatting it up with target number two. You expected Mingi to be dressed with the intent of picking up girls, but the fuckboy fit on Yunho? It took you by surprise.

Hyunjin was clearly liking it, laughing at something he said and sharing a grin. You nudged Felix, nodding in the direction. “Our dear friend found herself someone, maybe we should too?”

Felix's eyes went wide, leaning in for your ears only. “You want me to flirt with a guy like this?”

“Mhmm. Maybe dance.” You laughed at his expression. “Come on Lix, we are still here to have fun and you agreed to this. Gunna let poor lil me try and jump on someone's dick alone?”

He scoffed, fixing his tone. “I am here to be a wing woman only.”

“Fine, fine.” Sighing dramatically you collapsed back against him, laughing when he fell back. You kept your tone, voice, even your laugh a little different so as not to be recognized. You did want to see how long you could fool the other two.

Considering Mingi was paying more attention to Felix, you figured you were going under his radar. Rude, but fair, Felix did make such a pretty woman all dolled up. He also had two other women still sandwiching him, but you noticed one was getting impatient.

“When is your friend coming back with the drinks?”

“Soon, baby girl. See, he's coming now.” Even you could hear Mingi, the booths around the floor were surprisingly easier to talk in, no need to shout over the music. You tried not to make it obvious when Yunho approached, but considering Hyunjin was on his arm you bounced up.

“You finally made it back with our drinks! Yes!” You eagerly made room for him as, surprisingly, Yunho set your drinks down.

“You didn’t tell me your friends were just as cute as you.” Yunho let his hooded eyes look you both over, his smile turning sly before he turned back to Hyunjin. “Must be my lucky night.”

Hyunjin giggled, scooting into the booth next to you and smirking up at him. “Maybe it’s mine.”

Whining, you placed your chin on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “No fair, you got a head start on the hottie.”

“Well maybe you should’ve gotten the drinks.”

“And leave sweet Lixie alone with you?” you whined again, turning to Yunho and batting your lashes at him. “Hi there, I’m Nabi, the hotter friend.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes but was grinning. “Just because you have the better tits doesn’t make you hotter.”

“Just because you have thicker lips doesn’t either, honey.” You retorted, not taking your eyes off the tall man before you as you sat up a bit straighter just to show off the tits in question. “Wanna make your night luckier and join us?”

Mingi had his eyes on you now, the two women as well but you didn't waver from Yunho's gaze. His flirty smirk widened further, tilting his head towards his friend without pulling his eyes from yours. “What do you think, Malik? Should I?”

“But you promised-” The woman closest to Yunho whined, detaching herself from Mingi to reach for the other.

Yunho glanced down at the hand she grabbed him with, pulling it away roughly. “I don't recall promising anything.”

“I can keep you plenty company, come here.” Mingi motioned her back, the woman pouting as she curled back under his arm. 

Yunho shot him a grateful look before returning his full attention towards you and your friends. “Mind if I sit?”

Hyunjin wasted no time in standing up and letting Yunho slip into the booth next to you. You shared a flirty smile, letting your eyes wander and expression turn coy, ignoring when Hyunjin sat down with a whine. “Nabi~”

“I'm playing fair Jinnie, so shush.”

“Ladies, no need to fight over me, there's enough of me for the both of you- or three.” Yunho slung his arms over the back of the booth, easily encompassing the three of you; a reminder of how big he was.

Felix grumbled no thanks, freckled cheeks pink even in the dim lighting as he grabbed his drink. Even with him being shy, it didn't put a damper on the heavy flirting that enveloped the table, which got more risqué as the drinks kept coming.

Hyunjin was bold with his statements, between hyping up your body to just what his mouth could do- much to Felix's chagrin, seeming too innocent for this kind of talk. Of course, neither of you wanted to seem too desperate, slipping away from the booth to dance, taking turns dancing with Felix and Yunho.

Hyunjin played it smart, made sure Yunho wouldn't feel something he shouldn't, and at first you had played it a little hard to get but clearly enjoying being chased. At first. Several drinks in after an hour of “getting to know them”, you let him touch you more: a hand on your back, arm, or knee when sitting down. He got more physical as time went on as well. 

That's how you found yourself in your current position, dancing with him and his hands on you. Particularly running the length of your sides, down over your hips as you moved them to the music, his head hovering above your shoulder, breath on your skin raising the hairs on the back of your neck. It was far more intimate than you wanted to get, and somehow not intimate enough. You didn't question where such thoughts came from, scared of what you would find.

You glanced up at Hyunjin across from you, somehow he had grabbed Mingi's attention and was dancing with him now; probably because the two girls he had been with left him for someone else. They had gotten impatient with him for flirting with you and your ‘girlfriends’. You were grateful for that, you didn't want to hear them fucking once you went home. You assumed he latched onto Hyunjin since Felix hadn't been giving him the time of day.

“Why are you looking at them?” Yunho breathed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Trying to hide his effect on you, you gave him a coy smile, “wouldn't you like to know?” A gasp left you when he pulled you firmly back against him, hand on your lower stomach to hold you still. “H-hey!” 

“Come on, tell me. I'm right here, baby girl, and yet you're staring at my friend. You want me to touch you like he's touching your friend?” Yunho brought his mouth closer to your neck, mimicking Mingi's lips on Hyunjin's neck. Damn, he moved quick. “Or is it his lips?”

You groaned, tilting your head and letting him run his nose over your skin. “Why would I want him when I have you right here?” Your hips never stopped moving, bringing a hand to place over his on your stomach. The way he was touching you, moving with you, certainly had some wires in your brain short-circuiting but you were blaming that on the alcohol and your lack of a sex life.

He chuckled, nipping at your earlobe “I didn't say you had to have just one of us.” This time you couldn't hide the shiver that ran down your body. “Oh you would like that huh? Two mouths on you, four hands and two cocks to do with as you please. Naughty naughty girl.”

That shouldn't sound so damn good- shouldn't have you pressing your thighs together- but it did. Reeling from your own body's reaction, you didn't reply and he rolled with it.

“That's so hot.” He pulled his lips away and motioned for Mingi. The other man muttered something to Hyunjin before your friend winked in your direction and headed off towards Felix.

Feeling far more intoxicated than you did a bit ago, you didn't question when Mingi closed the distance, standing just before you with an expression of awe. “Want to share her, Malik? I think she would like that? Wouldn't you, butterfly?” You nodded to Yunho's words without even fully processing what was said.

Mingi chuckled, running his hands up the bare skin of your arms before pulling them up and around his neck. “She does look quite nice pinned between us like this.” Hand on your hip he pulled you up against his knee, sliding your skirt up in the process.

“Oh you do work fast.” You couldn't tell if you were still moving along to the music anymore, nor did you care. Their hands on your body, Yunho's lips so close to your neck as Mingi leaned in. You were enveloped by them, physically and in all senses. They were all you could see, feel, smell, hear- and suddenly taste.

“No need to play when I know just what I want.” The brief touch of Mingi's lips on yours had you reacting almost desperately. You pulled him closer to you, whimpering against his lips and going so far to push yourself further up his thigh. 

Yunho followed suit, pressing against you so you were even more sandwiched between them, his lips on your neck, continuously nipping just under your ear. You could feel his cock beneath his pants right against the curve of your ass, just exciting you further. Fuck you were throbbing already, aware of just where their hands were and you wanted them lower.

You whined when your lips were pulled away from Mingi's, the noise getting swallowed up by Yunho's lips. They had your body alive and willing to melt to their every touch, molding it to their will. Mingi's hands slid up your dress, digging his nails into the soft plush of your cheeks as he pulled you further up his thigh, running you over it and pulling another moan out of you. Part of your subconscious screamed at you to stop, asking you just what you were doing with these two?

The only answer you could muster wasn’t a good one, blaming your shameless behavior on the alcohol and just how touch-starved you were. You told yourself you needed this, moving your hips for more friction, panties rubbing on the jeans of Mingi’s thigh. Riding his thigh to get off in the middle of a club was definitely something you never thought you would do, typically far too prideful to do this sober and with someone you liked.

Yet every thought of pulling away, as well as every moan, was swallowed by their lips. As soon as Mingi pulled his lips away to groan and praise you, Yunho’s took your breath away. “Fuck you’re soaking my jeans pretty girl. So needy, so hot.” His deep voice in your ear had the words fuzzing up your brain and making it that much harder to focus. You couldn’t go home with them, better lighting would be harder to hide just who you were and they would never let you live it down at the office.

Pulling your lips from Yunho’s, your lipstick smeared on his, you began your protests, stopping the rhythm of your hips much to your disappointment. You shouldn’t be, you could get off on a pillow just as well, a toy even better. Mingi pulled away first, letting you fall back against Yunho as someone garnered his attention.

“Sorry to interrupt, you all seem to be having a grand time-” Hyunjin spoke clearly over the music, right into your lust-addled brain and finally shaking some more sense into you, “-but I have to steal my friend back. There is a, hm, situation she has to help me with.” Oh Hyunjin, swooping in to save your ass before you did something absolutely shameful. You could practically kiss him with gratitude.

“I’ll be right there Jinnie.”

“Right, better fix your clothes before the whole club sees your undies. Black lace right?” Hyunjin winked, turning on his heel before heading back to Felix who, now that you could see him, seemed far too drunk. Shame hit you like a ton of bricks as you began to scramble to adjust your clothes, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

Yunho helped you right your skirt while Mingi was beginning to protest. “Just a little more and she would’ve gotten off. Do you really have to go baby?”

“Course she does, but we can continue this tomorrow after work.” Yunho released you, letting you step away from them with a knowing smirk on his face. “I’ll call you again if you’re late.”

“Tomorrow? What do you-” Mingi was clearly confused, looking between you and Yunho as if one of you would give the answer away. You didn’t stick around to see him figure it out, a fire under your heels lit by the realization that Yunho had and you had no idea when.

Did he kiss you, touch you like that knowing who you were? You banished the thought as quickly as it came, knowing that was a dangerous route to go down. At least right now.

Rushing over to Hyunjin and Felix, you diverted all your attention to them. “Thanks for the save, Hyunjin, let’s get out of here.”

“I can totally take Felix back home if you want to go take those two home.” Hyunjin giggled, watching over your shoulder no doubt the two in question.

You didn’t get a chance to retort, Felix grabbing your hand with a pout. “Let’s just go, please?” He looked distressed, tears brimming his eyes. Something was wrong, you just didn’t know what.

“Y-yeah, let’s go. Hyunjin, you’re coming back to my place right?” You double-checked that you had all your belongings, pulling Felix towards the door with your best friend following.

Your escape out of the club wasn’t speedy enough, Mingi catching up quickly, calling out to you. “Wait! Nabi!” He grabbed your hand just as you stepped out, the humid night air barely hitting your sweaty skin when he said your actual name.

“Just stop!” You yanked your hand out of his, glaring up at him. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

His face dropped, brows pushed up together in shock. “It really is-”

“Mhmm and you were all over her.” Hyunjin laughed, stepping in and putting some space between you and Mingi. “Sucks to suck pretty boy.”

“Can we just go.” Felix whined out, deep voice grumbling and getting Mingi’s shocked expression next. The full events of the night must be hitting him, the realization that he had no doubt thought about fucking a guy in drag settling in. You didn’t think he minded, considering that the eight back in the office clearly were sexual with each other. If he minded anything it was that he was fooled double time.

Mingi didn’t seem to let it get to him for long, turning back to you with a vulnerability you didn’t like seeing on his features. “But- you kissed-”

“Kissed both of you and tried getting off on your thigh. Yep, she definitely did that.”

“Hyunjin, you are not helping.” You hissed at him, pushing him away from the crowd that was starting to pay attention to the four of you. “Kissing is nothing Malik, so just drop it.”

His eyes somehow got wider, head tilted. “Nothing?”

“You do it all the time I’m sure. Just a kiss. You’re hot, so what, I can separate your shitty personality from your cock just fine.” You got defensive, attempting to walk away.

“Doubt it. Buttercup, can we talk for a second. What the fuck?” His confusion and vulnerability were twisting to anger, clear in his snippy tone.

Felix blocked him when he tried to get close, glaring at him as Mingi glared back. “She said to drop it, find someone else to fuck. Come on Angel.”

Mingi seemed to recognize his voice, “You- ah I heard you earlier.”

Getting fed up with the conversation, you pulled a stunt that in hindsight, was stupid. You pulled Felix by the chin, capturing his lips in a kiss and purposely deepening it. Not how you ever wanted to kiss someone you were in love with, just to prove a stupid point, but tonight seemed to be the night of stupid actions you usually would never.

You pulled away just to do the same to Hyunjin, knowing damn well you didn’t have the parts he liked but he caught on to your dramatics, kissing you back happily. “See, just a kiss. See you at work.” 

You left him flabbergasted, dragging your two friends down the street and away from him. What was his deal? Why did it matter so much to him about a stupid kiss?

A kiss, that you had to admit, left your stomach in knots and so damn eager for more. A kiss that, if you actually let yourself admit it, felt like fireworks in your blood and a passion you don’t remember feeling before.

“Well I would hate to be you tomorrow, Boo, you have to go back to that. And at work. Why’d you get so into it anyways? Thought you didn’t want to fuck em?” Hyunjin’s mouth ran a mile a minute while Felix had been deadly silent since the kiss. To be fair, so were you until Hyunjin gave up the questions.

They tried to stay the night, but you had them changed and out the door before it got too late. Hyunjin went to grab the cab while Felix was slow with his goodbye, no longer in drag. “Listen… about the kiss…”

“I meant nothing by it, Felix, don’t overthink it.”

“But I-”

“I mean it. You’re still one of my best friends and that doesn’t change anything okay? Go head home and rest. Please?”

He reluctantly nodded and left. Truly you had meant nothing about it, it was no different than kissing Hyunjin. There was no spark, no chemistry, no feelings- nothing that the kisses shared with the two dickheads had brought out. You hated to admit it, hated this realization. Felix was sweet, honorable, a really good person and you did love him.

So why had your body reacted the way it did?

It was going to keep you up all night thinking about it. And when that didn’t, hearing Mingi’s moans a bit after you rested your head on the pillow definitely did. More so the fact it was only his voice… and he was moaning your name.

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[starlightseraph]

house md is actually a love story with a bunch of medical jargon layered on top and no one will ever convince me otherwise.

the first episode is all about whether or not house cares about wilson. it’s proven that he does.

through the first series, it’s established that they’re the only two people who put up with each other.

in series two, house nearly gets back together with his ex. he tells her to leave him. then wilson gets his third divorce, which, like the others, was because he was never fulfilled in his relationships with women. he stays with house. he’s in a hurry to leave, but house tries to make him stay. he eventually moves into a hotel to get away.

in series three, wilson obsesses about trying to ‘fix’ house. to teach him humility and gentleness. when house doesn’t change, wilson is willing to go to prison to protect house.

series 4 sees wilson enter a relationship with a woman, and house is crushed. he can’t share wilson. when the woman is dying and she can’t be saved, wilson asks a gravely injured house to risk his life. house does it, but he can’t save her. house is willing to take that risk because he thinks that, given two options for companionship, wilson would be happier without him. house nearly lets himself die, because he’s afraid to live in a world where wilson hates him.

wilson tries to cut house out of his life in series five. it doesn’t work. he realises that house makes him happier than anyone or anything else in his life. later, house has a psychotic break, and wilson saves him from himself.

series six changes everything. house moves in with wilson. their lives revolve around each other even more so than before. wilson risks his life, and decides he wants house with him. they buy an apartment together, for them and only them. wilson proposes to house as part of a scheme, which he never would’ve done, even as a joke, several years before. wilson no longer gets afraid or angry when people notice his closeness with house. house tries to get wilson to come out of his shell, to stop relying on his relationships (specifically his relationships with women) to define him. wilson realises that he doesn’t know what he wants for himself, just that he wants house to be happy.

in series seven, house and wilson no longer live together and are both in committed relationships with women. yet, somehow, they still choose each other. when both of their relationships end, they lean on each other more than ever.

in series eight, they start off on bad terms, but they quickly realise that their connection is stronger than their anger. wilson gets cancer. house does everything he can to help wilson fight it and to convince wilson to keep trying. then he decides to let wilson have a peaceful death. they plan to relive all their best memories together. when it looks like they might be separated for the last months of wilson’s life, house nearly kills himself. he can’t stand living without wilson. he thinks about all the people who’ve cared for him and all the possible happy endings that he could’ve had. he thinks about how he sabotaged them all, he never let himself be happy and he never did right by the people he loved. at the last minute, he decides to go against one of his core beliefs, that people can’t change. he decides that he’ll change, he’ll save himself for wilson. he’s never been about to do it for anyone before, but he does it for wilson. they quite literally ride into the sunset together.

in the early seasons, wilson is deeply denial about his relationship with house. he gets defensive and angry and scared when people make assumptions about their relationship. he only ever wants to be around house, but he also tries to distance himself. he slowly becomes more comfortable just being with house and very clearly loving him. he becomes more comfortable with casual intimacy and domesticity, when he had fiercely rejected before. he’s spent his life clinging to this idea of getting married to a woman and settling down. but he realises that he doesn’t need that, he just needs house.

house is always ready, he is always receptive to anything wilson gives him. throughout the show, he eggs wilson on, pushing the boundaries of their relationship. when it’s his last chance to be with wilson, house does what he thought was impossible.

they’re in love. they want to fuck so bad. they get their (sorta) happily ever after in the end. they change their souls for each other, they break out of the boxes that they’ve lived in, they break down the walls they’ve put up. they balance each other perfectly, they become better people when they’re together. they save themselves so they can save each other.

i’m gonna have a breakdown just thinking about it.

[slayfics]

You and Obanai take a shortcut through the Entertainment District.

Warnings: Some suggestive themes due to the nature of the Entertainment District

It was an unexpected surprise for Obanai to be assigned to the same mission as you. With both of you working together the demon was taken care of in what might have been record time. Now you both had the long journey back to your estates.

"I almost feel bad for the demon having to deal with both of us. It never stood a chance," you said laughing sweetly. If it was anyone else Obanai would have harshly argued that demons are creatures not deserving of pity. However, your sweet laughter rang in his ears and squeezed his heart in a way he couldn't deny.

"This was a rather quick mission," he agreed.

"It took longer to get here than it did fighting the demon! I'm not looking forward to the journey back," You said with a heavy sigh.

Obanai looked you over and noticed how exhausted the mission had left you. Wanting to help any way he could he suggested a shortcut before he thought it all the way through. "We could take the shorter route through the Entertainment District," he suggested.

"Oh, is that really shorter? Let's do it, I've never been there before!" You said, bubbly as ever.

Your precious enthusiasm was almost enough to make Obanai overlook what he had actually signed you both up for.

The Entertainment District was unpredictable and full of people. Particularly men, and those looking for young women to work in their houses. Obanai wasn't worried about anything happening to you, not with him there. Anyone would be lucky to survive even looking at you.

However, that was the problem.

You were undeniably attractive and it would go without saying that you would catch a lot of attention walking through the district. Obanai took a deep breath to calm himself, reminding himself that you both were just passing through, and he would be by your side the whole time.

"What is it like there, Iguro?" You asked, becoming excited to see the district slowly coming into view.

"It's busy, so just stay close to me ok?" he said.

"Sure!" You said making it a point to match his strides and stay next to him.

When you both came upon the entrance of the district, it was busier than Obanai had ever remembered. He had only passed through once for a mission before but tonight seemed to overflow with people.

"Wow!" You mused, looking around taking in all the lights and sights to see. You quickly noticed some beautiful ladies up on a balcony seeming to call out to get Obanai's attention.

"Hey it seems like they want us to go in there," You said curiously pointing and waving back at the ladies.

Your innocence both captivated and pained Obanai. How was he to tell you what this place was actually about?

"Best to keep moving, we have more missions to worry about," Obanai decided to say hoping to pull your attention away.

"Right," you agreed, continuing to match his strides, not that he would ever let you out of his sight regardless. Becoming painfully aware of all the eyes on you Obanai took off his haori and handed it to you.

"Put this on please," He said, wanting you to cover up more from the on-looking gazes.

"What for?" you asked.

"It is a bit cold and I don't want you to get sick," He lied. A blush tinted your cheeks at his concerns.

"Oh, ok Iguro," you said and slipped your arms through the sleeves. Even with the added clothing the eyes watching you pass by were beginning to enrage Obanai causing him to protectively place his hand on your shoulder.

You looked at his hand on your shoulder feeling even more flustered. It was rare for Obanai to touch you outside of helping during battles with demons. "Just keep walking, we are almost through," He instructed.

Right as you were nearing the end you both were approached by an interested buyer.

"Sir, is she looking for a house? I would pay you handsomely," the buyer offered.

"Hu?" You turned to look confused about the statement. What you saw sent shivers down your spine. Obanai's pupils had all but disappeared and it seemed as though heat was radiating off of him. Before you could even gasp Obanai had the man's arm twisted behind his back.

"DON'T YOU EVEN INSINUATE SHE IS FOR SALE!" He yelled, as the man apologized and pleaded for him to let go.

"Iguro!" You yelled, shocked that he would attack a civilian. You had only seen him use force like that with a demon. Hearing your voice seemed to snap Obanai's senses back and he released the man who took off running.

Obanai swiftly grabbed your hand and led you out of the district.

"Are you ok?" He asked, still holding your hand.

"Of course, no one touched me! What was that about though? He asked if I was for sale. I don't understand."

Obanai looked down, now aware of still holding your hand. He let it go, and a blush swept over his cheeks as he took in a deep breath.

"You should just stay clear of this place ok," he explained.

"Do people really sell girls here?" You questioned further.

"It's not a good place." Was the only further explanation he gave. "I would never have let anyone come near you though."

"I know Iguro," You said, grabbing his hand back, causing his blush to appear again. "I never worry when you're next to me."

Obanai pulled his hand away and looked to the floor, "We better keep going." he said.

"Oh- I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You said, trying to hide the disappointment on your face caused by the Hashira retreating from you.

Uncomfortable.

You could never make him uncomfortable. That was not the problem. You deserved so much more than him. He would die to keep you safe, all while knowing he would never be deserving enough for your love.

Uncomfortable.

He just passed all the beautiful women in the world, but they were nothing compared to you. He would give any one of them up just to graze you, but he could never admit that. Instead, he kept his burning affections to himself, in hopes that in the next life, he would be worthy of your affections.

Here it is, my first Obanai x reader. I’ve had this idea for awhile so I’m excited to finally share it! As some of you realized Obanai also has a very special place in my heart. I hope you enjoyed it, and thank you for reading~

Shout out to the lovely @snowmist-hashira for helping me gather some words. Please check out her fics if you haven’t~

[ornii]

Hi I requested the irish heimdall one a while back if ya are still accepting requests would ya be open to doing one where he's high on really strong painkillers after an accident and Wednesday is trying to help him but his foresight is active subconsciously and he's dodging her until she kisses him and when she grabs his jaw to kiss him it makes him whine and she uses that as something to tease him about after

A God In Need?

it is Seldom that a God would be asking for help, but some things simply cannot be done alone. After an incident in Biology class that left (Y/n) with a torn muscle and a few cuts on the body. He can think his girlfriend for the incident as an argument between the two left a scathing message. Sitting in his room, (Y/n) poured a tall glass of water with his one good arm, the other in a sleeve and a bandaged up abdomen. He struggles to open up a pill bottle and fumbled it, reluctantly pouring a few in his hand he swallows it chases it with water. There is a knock on their door. (Y/n) hobbles over to it, and opens the door.

Waiting for him was his girlfriend, Wednesday Addams, she had a small black doctors bag in her hand. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not dead yet, you can’t perform an autopsy.” He said.

“Silence, I came to reapply your gauze.” She says.

“Really? No kiss on the cheek for me? No, “Hello (Y/n).” Just storm into my room?” He scoffs, Wednesday calmly leans in and gives a peck on his cheek.

“Hello (Y/n), now move.” She was a force to be reckoned with, and (Y/n) was in no position to fight. He side steps and she strolls into the room, closing the door behind him (Y/n) follows.

“So the doctor’s allowed you to work on me?”

“No.” Wednesday replied.

“No?”

“No. I’m doing this of my own volition.” She explains. And places the bag down upon a desk and begins to rummage through it. Pulling out tape and a few pieces of medical supplies she turns to (Y/n).

“Strip.” She orders, (Y/n) reluctantly sighs and attempts to struggle to remove his shirt. Wednesday watches him fumble around it.

“You are truly helpless.” Wednesday grabs his shirt and lifts it up, her eyes trail down his abdomen and for a moment in her life she was actually a bit flustered. She shakes it off and helps him remove his shirt. Her eyes look him up and down and hesitates.

“Beautiful figure, like a god I know.” He said smugly, Wednesday pulls off the bandage wrap with a quick tug, (Y/n) bites his lip not to yelp. She begins to unwrap. The bloodstained bandages fall on the floor as Wednesday sees the scars along his chest.

“Your wounds are healing faster than I expected. In a week I can finally stop listening to your incessant whining.” She applies fresh bandages as (Y/n)’s medicine begins to kick in. As she reaches to remove his arm sleeve he instinctively steps back. She hesitates for a moment, she looks into his purple eyes to see the lack of clarity within them, hazy.

“And how many did you take?”

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about…” he stammers out. “Your medication, you took to many, didn’t you?”

“Of course not, I don’t need any help counting.” He retorts, trying to shake off the lack of response time from his body to his brain, as if traffic is being blocked off there. Wednesday just dragged him to a chair to sit him down and looked him in the eye.

“Dilated pupils, Slow response time, cold clammy skin..” she thinks and he checks off the list.

“(Y/n), I need you to focus.” She reaches into her bag to retrieve an alcohol swab and a needle.

“You know… you’d make a pretty hot doctor, or a nurse.” (Y/n) admits, Wednesday continues to prepare as he looks around the room, his brain slowly moving forward. “You could be like, “Oh (Y/n), it’s time for your bath?”

“I wouldn’t debase myself for someone’s sexual pleasure.” She said sternly. (Y/n) scoffs, leaning back. “ar ndóigh ní” he mutters angry.

“What was that.” She responds.

“I said.. of course not, because it’s all about you, isn’t it? Hey (Y/n), help me track down a killer, Hey (Y/n), help me figure out where Crackstone is by lying and endangering Enid, Hey (Y/n), almost get yourself killed trying to protect me.” (Y/n) rants off, in disbelief of his stupidity. Wednesday turned to the boy, who was falling asleep

“Since you’re under the influence of pain and medication I’m going to allow that to slide.” She walks over and reaches to check his face, but his body jerks his head away. She reaches again and he moves again, she attempts to catch his head but his body moves.

“Quit being childish.. stop it.” She orders and grabs his jaw, a muffled whine comes from him. “Owwwws” he drones on until her lips connect with his. Letting go she looks him in the eyes.

“I was selfish back then, and you still took your time to love me. I am forever grateful for that, I apologize for it. So will you stop pussyfooting and let me put your bandages on?” She asks, a laugh comes from him and he sits up, still a little drowsy as she begins to wrap his body. She has to get close to his chest to do so, his good arm gently caresses the top of her head.

“You know, Tyr would love to meet you.. and Baldur and Thor.”

“You mean literal gods?” She said. (Y/n) nods, “All Father would be blessed to meet you.”

“So you intent to take me to a realm of gods?” She asks, looking up at him.

“It’s a place where you belong.” He replies, Ladykiller wasn’t a skill that was taught at Asguard, that was all skill. Wednesday gave a soft nod.

“Fine. As long as you don’t whine like that in front of them.” She replied in cheek and goes back to wrapping his wounds

“In front of my lady? Never.” He gives her a soft hug with his one arm, Wednesday halted her wrapping to feel his warmth against her, and returned the favor with her own hug. A God Asking for help was rare, but a god finding true love, one in a million.

[skinbeneaththeskull]

THIS IS A POST FOR THE HALLOWEEN THING I WAS TALKING ABOUT giving it to ya'll early cus i can't wait until october to actually post it

TW FOR KNIVES N BLOOD 🏃‍♀️

imagine going to a costume party in the 80's, dressing up as a slutty, revealing outfit just so you could get everyone's attention. you went with some of your girlfriends who basically begged you to go, and tried convincing you to go because hot guys were going to be there, so of course you agreed.

when you finally showed up, everyone was wearing something and practically already drunk and high on whatever they were smoking. you all split up, trying to mingle with people. everyone you met were boring, so you decided it was time for a drink. you went over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer, while another hand grabbed one as well, you staring at the figure. you smiled at them, someone dressed up at ghost face. it was probably the most "accurate" halloween costume you've seen all night.

"you chose to dress up scary, huh?"

you chuckled, popping open your beer before actually deciding to talk to the other, "yeah, i guess so. thought it made sense," the voice coming from behind the mask sounded higher pitched and nervous, kinda like a pre-teen. it three you off guard a little bit, but there's not way he could be that young to be at a college party.

"what's your name?"

"er- Kirk,"

he was hesitant, but you just shrugged it off, "why do you sound so nervous? did something happen?" you asked, getting closer to him, bodies accidentally rubbing up against eachother. he paused for a long moment before answering, "oh uh- no, no. you just look really nice.... that's all." he said a little sarcastically, you crossing your arms, looking up at him.

"sooooo.. are you saying i don't actually look good, Kirk?"

"wh- no!! i really do like it- looks hot, that's all,"

you couldn't hide the rosiness from your cheeks, Kirk getting closer, extending an arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, walking with you like a guard dog.

"can we get a room?"

you laughed at how straight to the point he was, but you agreed, him taking you to an empty room, locking the door. he hesitated to take his mask off, but he did, showing how much of a literal angel he was underneath.

"sorry, should i put it back on?"

he immediately pulled it on by the jaw dropped look you were giving him, the rest of him shirtless with only boxers on. you stripped as well, only staying in your bra and panties.

he got on the bed, you immediately straddling him, grinding against his knee, his hands slithering up your body to land on your hips, squeezing at the flesh that spilled out of his fingers.

he pulled himself out of his boxers, slapping the tip against your thigh, "can i put it in?" he asked before you hummed in approval. he didn't waste any time before burying the tip inside your seeping cunt, him throwing his head back as he let out a relieved, loud groan.

"mmh.. so wet. fuck yourself on my dick, baby.."

while you were doing that, he pulled out a pocket knife, immediately getting startled because you thought he was going to murder you, but he was softly teasing your skin with it. soon enough starting to lightly press down, carving "kh" into the flesh of your thigh. when he did, you were whimpering and whining at the blade. he ripped the mask of, him already looking fucked out.

you two were going pretty slow and he couldn't take it anymore, ripping you off of him and putting you onto your back, forcing your legs open before going down on you without any warning. you were squirming and moaning at the touch, gripping at his curly hair, pushing him down and thrusting your hips up.

he chuckled at your desperation, him closing his eyes before sucking harshly around your clit, earning a few high pitched gasps and name moans from you. the slurping sounds were getting louder and messier before you came in his mouth.

your legs were shaking and involuntarily closed when he pulled away, him wiping his mouth. he bent down to lick over the blood on your thigh before he kissed you.

"so good, felt so good.."

he said softly before laying next to you. you felt bad for not making him cum, so you decided to blow him too, just to return the favor. the fast pace made him whine, pushing your head down softly before immediately shooting his load down your mouth. you choked a little but then brought your head back up to rest your head on his chest.

you had a fun time, and maybe you should listen to your friends more often. you two both passed out soon after that, Kirk holding you close and bringing a blanket to cover the both of you.

[dearestro]

Heyyy love your work could I request maybe a james wilson x reader where they're trying to have children but she miscarries and like maybe their keeping it a secret but of course house finds out and is all supportive and them maybe like a happy ending where they do have a child

Tears and Fears

Warnings: Miscarriages, childbirth, innuendos, crude language, and angst. I apologize if I forgot anything!

Disclaimer: I know nothing about healthcare, diseases, childbirth, miscarriages, etc. Anything I have written has been found on the internet, so I apologize if it is incorrect!

Summary: After receiving some upsetting news, the reader and James are faced with a heartbreaking situation. But at least they have each other and just maybe...House?

Wilson's Pov

"Yeah...yeah. It's alright hun...I'll talk to Cuddy and see if I can get the rest of the day off...No, I'm coming to meet you...I-I love you..." I was still talking to my wife when House came in. "I'll see you soon. Bye." I hung up and dragged my hand down my face as I sighed in frustration, desperately trying not to break down. Not again.

"What's wrong? I haven't even started talking, and you already look like you want to kill yourself." House said as he walked over to my couch. 

"Nothing." I said a little too defensively. He quirked a brow at my seemingly unwarranted anger. "Look, I've got to talk to Cuddy so I can get someone to cover me, and I can take the rest of the day off. I'll see you tomorrow." I got up and started packing my things and headed for the door before turning around and looking at House. "Lock up for me." I said before leaving. After all, with all the pranks he's pulled on me throughout the years, there's no doubt in my mind that he already has a copy of my key.

I made my way to Cuddy's office. She was doing paperwork but looked up at me and smiled when I entered. 

"Dr. Wilson. To what do I owe the pleasure?" She said before a look of distaste came over her face. "Please tell me you are not here to try and convince me to follow through with one of House's harebrained schemes." I tried to smile, but it came out more as a grimace.

"Actually, I need the rest of the day off." Her eyebrows furrowed. "It's a...family...emergency." I tried to cover up the fact I started to choke up at the word 'family' by coughing and averting my eyes. She smiled sympathetically. 

"Of course. I'll get someone to cover for you." She nodded as I started to the door. "And Wilson. I'm really sorry." I nodded and hurried to the car.

After a long and grim car ride, I finally arrived at the hospital. 

"I'm looking for my wife? Mrs. y/n Wilson." The receptionist quickly directed me to her room. It took everything in me not to run when I saw the doors to her room. Upon getting closer, I picked up my pace and rushed into the room. She jumped at the sudden movement before looking at me. Tears streamed down her face, but once I met her eyes, we both fully broke down. I quickly knelt beside her and took her in my arms. "I'm so sorry, baby." I shook my head as she pushed hers into the crook of my neck.

"I was so close!" She cried as my heart wrenched at her words. 

"I know...I know sweetheart." I whispered as I stroked her hair.

"One more week! One...more...week...and the risk would've lowered to 2-4%." She shook her head, her face still buried in my chest. "It's not fair! I thought I did everything right..."

"It's not...it's not. You did do everything right it's not your fault. It's-it's just...bad luck." I could feel her tears seep into my shirt as my own fell into her hair.

Eventually, the hospital discharged her, not before offering their condolences. I asked her if she wanted me to pick her something up on the way home, but she just shook her head and continued to stare out the window. Clearly, we both had lost our appetite for today.

Once we got home, we sat for a second before I went over to her side of the car. We made our way into the apartment, and I sat her down on the couch. I sat down next to her, and she leaned on my shoulder as I held her.

"We-we can always try again." I rubbed her arm and kissed her hair, but she shook her head.

"What's the point?" She said she sounded defeated. "It's the second one in a year...maybe-maybe I wasn’t...meant to be a mother." Her voice wavered as she held back her tears. "Maybe it's for the best. I probably would've made a terrible mom anyway." She laughed bitterly. 

"No! No. You'd be the perfect mother! You're sweet, kind, caring, nurturing..." I tried to comfort her as we both cried. "We don't have to give up. I'm-I'm willing to try as many times as possible. All the time. I'll take off work, and we'll just-just make babies all week."

"Are you sure you could handle that?" She shook her head as she laughed.

"Well...maybe give me a few minutes between tries, but..." She laughed harder, her tears temporarily stopped. I smiled hearing her giggle even if it was at my expense.

"I really thought it'd work this time..." She smiled sadly as the brief happiness wore off. "After two miscarriages...the doctor said that your chances just keep getting worse and worse with each loss." 

"I know...but we can try all kinds of things. IVF, donors, adoption..." I tried to cheer her up, give her a little hope as I kissed her temple. 

"Yeah...I just...I really wanted to carry our baby. To feel them grow and kick and..." Tears started to stream down her face again. I sighed and rested my forehead against her hair.

"I'm sorry sweetheart."

The next day, I begrudgingly went to work. Y/n insisted that she'd be ok. I tried to stay in my office for the majority of the day but was called in and out for consultations.

I finally had a free moment in my office and went to call her when House barged in.

"Good, you're here. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought you were avoiding me." I rolled my eyes and tried to focus on dialing our home phone. It finally started to dial, but just as it began to ring, House hung up the receiver with his cane.

"House!" I shouted a little too angrily.

"Wilson!" He mocked. I sighed. "What is up with you? Trouble with the Mrs?" I ignored him in favor of looking over discarded paperwork. "So it is...what fourth ex Mrs. Wilson? That's too bad. This one wasn't totally awful." He continued to ramble on. "Did you cheat on her? She cheat on you? Stop 'meeting your manly needs'?"

"Stop!" I shouted, slamming down the files, finally having enough of his taunting. "For once in your life, can you just shut up? I'm tired and I'm frustrated! And don't even ask if I mean frustrated as in sexually frustrated!" He only stared as I broke down. I rested my head on the palms of my hands as I tried to calm down. By the time I looked back up, he was gone. "Jerk." I shook my head as I redialed my wife's cell.

House's Pov

At the sight of Wilson's pathetic breakdown, I left. Something's obviously wrong. However, he'd never admit it...at least not without being all emotional and crap. I rolled my eyes just thinking about it. 

I finally made it to Cuddy's office. I walked in on what looked like a meeting with the head of trauma. 

"Cuddy!" She rolled her eyes while apologizing to the doctor before she turned to me.

"House, I'm a little busy." 

"I'll take care of this." I walked in front of the doctor. "Thanks for your sub-par service. You're fired. Bye." I turned back to Cuddy. "See? You're not busy." She scoffed before dismissing him, apparently deciding she didn't want to fight.

"Ok then, House." She folded her hands in front of her before giving me an over exaggerated and forced smile. "How can I help you?"

"Glad you're so willing." She rolled her eyes as I ignored her blatant sarcasm. "Something's wrong with Wilson." Her face dropped for a second before she quickly fixed her facade.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe you should ask him." She said as she quickly busied herself with files.

"Liar!" I whacked my cane on her desk, making her jump. "Tell me."

"It's not my business to tell, and frankly, it's none of yours either." I scoffed before heading towards the door.

"I'm taking the rest of the day off!" I said and quickly walked away before she could stop me.

Your Pov 

I had been curled up on the couch the entire day, eating comfort food and watching reruns. I had been intermittently crying throughout the day and just got off the phone with James. Even at work, he insisted on checking in on me. I got up to throw out the empty carton of ice cream when the doorbell rang.

"Coming!" I discarded the trash and quickly tried to freshen myself up by raking my fingers through my hair and swiping at the tear stains. I opened the door to be faced with the one and only..."House?" He pushed past me and let himself in. I closed the door behind him and followed. "Shouldn't you be at the hospital?" I asked as he sat down on the couch, put his feet up on the coffee table, and started scrolling through the tv channels. 

"How are you and Wilson?" I raised a brow at the question. House was never one for pleasantries. 

"Fine..." I said still suspicious of his motives.

"How's the sex?" I blushed a little at his bold question.

"Good..." He turned to me with his brows raised.

"Just good?" I rolled my eyes, becoming increasingly agitated. 

"I meant great, no spectacular!" I said sarcastically. I sighed. "What do you want House? I'm tired, and I'm frustrated." 

"Aha!" I looked at him confused. "Wilson said the exact same thing today." Oh. I sat down beside him and grabbed the bag of chips I had left on the table.

"Did...did he tell you?" I asked as I sucked on a chip, my eyes staying focused on the tv.

"Yes." I swallowed the salty snack before sighing sadly.

"I...I don't know what to do. We want a baby so bad, but...I'm not sure I can handle a third miscarriage." He sighed before putting his hand on my knee. I looked up at him, a strange, sorrowful, almost regretful look on his face.

"Well...third time's the charm." I smiled weakly at the odd but caring sentiment.

"Yeah. Third time's the charm."

It was late in the evening by the time James got home. House had left hours ago, of course not before eating us out of house and home and making me binge his favorite soap with him.

"Hey babe." He leaned down and pecked me on the lips. 

"Hi..." I said softly. He came back from putting his things away.

"Are-are you ok?" He sat next to me and held my hands. His eyes were filled with worry. 

"House stopped by." I look of shock and worry crossed his face.

"What...what did he want?" 

"He said you told him." I shook my head and laughed a little. "Told me 'third time's the charm'." I felt tears pool in my eyes.

"I'll be right back..." He kissed my hairline before suddenly standing up and storming out of the house.

Wilson's Pov 

I hated to leave her, but I was blinded by rage. House had once again meddled with our lives, and this time, I would not stand for it. 

I finally reached House's apartment building. I stormed in before finding his door and pounding on it.

"House! I know you're in there!" I continued to hit the door until he opened it.

"Hey buddy! Come in." He said cheerfully. "I assume the wife told you about my little visit."

"You had no right!" I jabbed my finger in his chest as he rolled his eyes and pulled me inside. I tried to protest, but he pushed me onto the couch with his cane.

"Sit." He then hobbled off and came back with a stack of papers. "After I left your apartment, I decided to do a little research." He slammed down the papers on the coffee table. "In these papers, you'll find the best foods, diets, sleeping and sitting positions, medications, etc. for keeping your pregnancy safe and preventing miscarriages. As well as the number of a competent OBG." I looked at him in shock.

"What?" 

"Oh! Also, here's a list of the best sex positions to use during pregnancy." He handed me a paper. "It's technically safe to do all kinds of sex as long as you don't have any diseases and your doctor doesn't tell you otherwise. Although if I were you, I'd just ask for hand and blow jobs so you don't have to do anything but still get to have that special happy ending." He shrugged as I still stared at him in shock. I quickly shook my head, knocking myself out of my trance.

"First off. I'm not doing that. Secondly, my sex life is none of your business, and thirdly...thank you...I guess?" I started to look through the papers. Some of the information we had already known but there were plenty of things we hadn't thought of. I reached the page of the OBG. "Wait. This is the top OBG in the city. And it says that an appointment is already scheduled." I looked up at him in disbelief. "We've been trying to get in with her for months. How did you-?" He cut me off.

"She owes me a favor." I furrowed my eyebrows as he rolled his eyes and sighed. "Just leave and go have hot sex with your wife." I rolled my eyes as he turned to walk towards his kitchen. "Oh, and try out position number eight on that list! Did that with a hooker once. She almost quit hooking after that, wanted to get hitched right then and there!" I sighed. He was incredibly selfish and strange but...he cared...in his own screwed up way.

I entered the apartment with the stack of papers. Everything was quiet. 

"Y/n?" I heard some shuffling before she came into view. I sighed and hugged her. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left like that I was just-" She cut me off with a kiss.

"Mad?" I nodded. "When you left in such a hurry after I told you about House...well, I figured you must not have actually told him and that he had lied to me." Our foreheads pressed together. 

"Right...I'm still sorry." She stroked my cheek and smiled slightly.

"It's alright." She dragged me to the couch. "What are all those papers for?" 

"Right! House printed out all this information for us..." She took the pages and looked through them. 

"Well...these are certainly...specific." I looked over to see the paper she had was the one about the best sex positions for during pregnancy. I blushed a little as I saw the diagrams with explicit instructions. 

"That's-that was House's...idea. I figured we could just throw that page away." She laughed lightly as she continued to look through the stack.

"I don't know. They might be...fun." She continued to giggle until she suddenly stopped. "We have an appointment with Dr. Ryans?" She gasped in excitement. "How?" I smiled and shrugged as she looked towards me.

"Apparently, she owes House a favor." She quirked a brow. "I don't know why, I figured it's probably better I didn't ask." She laughed and nodded in silent agreement. 

"We should go to bed." I raised a brow and smirked.

"To bed or to bed?" She laughed and patted my cheek.

"The first one." I put on an exaggerated pout before getting up and following her.

Your Pov

It had been a few months since the second miscarriage. It was hard, but thankfully, I had James. Together, we slowly got through it.

Tonight, I sat in the bathroom. A familiar plastic stick sat on the counter. I waited with baited breath. My phone alarm went off, and I quickly grabbed the test. Positive! I screamed in excitement, and James quickly came running in.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" I showed him the pregnancy test. He grinned and picked me up and spun us around before grabbing my face and kissing me. "You're pregnant?" He asked the shock, still clear on his face. I nodded excitedly before bringing him in a deep kiss. When I pulled back for air, I saw the tears in his eyes, and I could feel my own start to fall.

"I'm gonna miss our other two babies." I said. I was elated to be pregnant again, but it was bitter sweet. I was still scared for the future. He nodded.

"I know. I know. But they're safe now." I cried as he stroked my cheek, our foreheads pressed together. "We'll figure this out...together." He said as if he had read my mind. I smiled. I couldn't be more grateful for these moments even if they were tinged with a little pain.

"There's no one I'd rather go through this with." 

[she-whatshername]

Tyrrish Men Headcanons you didn’t ask for but voted for

We back!!!

Prompt: How they would apologize after an argument

Xaden

Right to jail for this one lol

The crime: Keeping a secret from you and doubling down on his decision, leading to an argument

How he apologizes: He’s seriously conflicted about the apology. He doesn’t half ass anything and the fact that he’s apologizing for what he thinks is just trying to protect you tears him up inside a bit. You hear a knock at the door and when you open its Xaden with his hands on either side of the frame, head down and not looking you in the eyes. Eventually he lifts his head and you just see the internal anguish he’s going through because he wants to keep you safe but doesn’t know how to do that without keeping secrets

He uses your full name when he begins to speak, no nicknames. That’s when you know its real.

You pull him into your arms before combusts with emotion and he just MELTS into you. He’s now muttering full apologies into your hair, your shoulders, anywhere where his face is just pressed against you.

He wants to kiss you, but he’s scared of the rejection you may give. When you finally initiate the kiss, its over, love. He picks you up with ease and hauls you into your room for a more personal, intimate apology

Garrick:

Ooof, a tough one.

The crime: Takes it a little to far when teasing you. You walk out on him after he makes a joke about the stance you make before you fight on the mat. He knows that you’ve been working on it, and he knows that you’re not sensitive when other people say stuff, but you are when it comes to him.

How he apologizes: The man is chasing you dow the moment he realizes what he says. He doesn’t apologize though until he’s away from everyone else and its just you two. You still push him away and ask for space, he lets you have it. The next day however he’s finding you the moment you leave your dorm room, asking to walk you to breakfast, class, you name it.

His apologies are genuine and on point. He knows what he did wrong, he knows why it was wrong and he actually puts the effort in to change his behavior.

And if anyone does say anything about your fighting stance, he’s on them in an instant. “Cut that shit out, she’s standing just fucking fine.”

Bodhi:

Absolutely nothing, why are we even writing something. This angel could do no wrong, lol

The Crime: He yells at you. Ugh, and it hurts to write this one out!!

Yeah, I know. He is the level headed, sweet one of the group and that is absolutely true however I think Bodhi is the type of person to lose their cool every once in awhile. He is Xaden’s brother cousin after all. Like he’s got pent up emotions he doesn’t let out in a constructive way and it takes one moment to cause him to just lose it. And his fear of losing you or anyone else is projected as anger. He doesn’t mean it, but it happens.

So, he snaps at you. You’re tasked to stay behind while Bodhi and the others go out on patrol and you’re trying to convince him to let you go, saying that you’re needed there and you’re strong, which you are. However the back and fourth you both are having reaches a boiling point and Bodhi steps into his ‘wingleader’ voice and snaps with a “ I said no and thats final! Fuck, can’t you just take orders for once!”

How he apologizes: The moment it leaves his lips, and the second he sees you jerk your head, and take a step backwards he’s immediately apologizing. “Gods. I’m sorry. I’m, so, so sorry, love. I just can’t…I can’t…It can’t be you.”

He’s kind of short circuiting like Xaden but he’s much more of a waterfall of words whereas Xaden is all emotions behind the eyes.

He’s just embarrassed and ashamed he lost control like that in front of you.

Like, Bodhi would probably drop to his knees and start crying if you dont step in and tell him him to come into your arms.

“I dont deserve you.” He mumbles in your embrace. But you hold him still anyways. You’ve known him long enough to tell he’s genuinely sorry and you can see his fear through his anger

Is he off the hook though? Absolutely not. You give him a stern talking to about his behavior and he’s agreeing with everything you say.

And yes, you do get to come on the mission

And yes, yes. You best believe he puts a bouquet of flowers in your room or, better yet, hand them to you in front of everyone. Because, let’s be real Xaden learned that move from the Durran side of the family

Liam

Another precious one

The Crime: It’s not Liam’s fault, but I think it would be him not making time for you, and not seeing how much that hurts.

If we’re thinking of the Basgiath days, he’s Violet’s shadow, which means he puts her and his loyalty to Xaden above you. And that hurts.

You’re waiting for him in the hallway to talk to him and when you finally get ahold of him he’s distracted. His eyes are scanning for Violet. You tell him he needs to choose to focus on you or you’re walking away

“Please don’t ask this of me.” He pleads to you. But he’s still not making the eye contact you want. You’re done and leave him in the hallway.

You actively avoid him for a few days, even when he does manage to find the time to go look for you.

How he apologizes: Honestly, give one up for Violet who senses something is amiss and drags him to your room, pounding on the door to get you to open up so Liam can apologize. She takes it a step further and walks into your room and does her homework on your desk, saying she’s not listening so Liam can both apologize to you and keep his eyes on her.

[roxxiies]

𝐃𝐘𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇, 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐘𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

SUGGESTIVE, FEM!READER, SLIGHT DRY HUMPING

synopsis: in which you make out with your sibling's best friend and get caught.

DYRROTH

You were sat on the table where the maps formerly were and now are scattered on the floor. You didn't mind, you were too busy holding back the Abyss Prince's need to deepen the kiss and the tight pull of his hands on your hips to his own.

You shortly gasped for air and Dyrroth whined at the sudden lost contact of your lips, "Dy.. slow dow-" Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned in for another kiss, this time making sure to place one hand behind the back of your head and slipping his tongue in, now you wouldn't think of escaping anymore.

He continued on savouring your taste, but the double door of his office burst open, revealing a smiling, beautiful dark elf lady waving papers in her hand. She looked at the scene before her and gasped so loudly that before the both of you could react, she rushed over you and pulled you away from the prince as she then yelled, "Dyrroth, what the fxck— what do you think you're doing?!"

The Prince of the Abyss glared down towards Selena, akin to a predator that had taken its favourite food away. He tried to get you back by reaching for you, but Selena pulled you back right away, failing his attempts. Dyrroth groaned, "Who asked your presence here?!" "You did! I was supposed to help you finish detailing the maps! Yet here you are fooling with my sister of all?!"

Dyrroth tries to calm down, remembering what you had told him before, "I'm not fooling—ugh, that's it, if you don't leave us now, I'll be sure to never let her see you again."

Selena's hold on you tightened, "You wouldn't dare." "Try me." Your sister scoffed at the prince and turned towards you, her eyes softening, "Sister, if something terrible happens, be sure to call for me," You were entirely oblivious to their conversation, huh? who's her? You nodded still.

When Selena was at the door, she turned around and saw Dyrroth already pouncing on you as he ignored the deadly stares your sister gave. As she was about to leave, you barely heard your sister say something to him but man in front of you rolled his eyes, "It's not like I'd devour you or something," ah

Now that your sister was out of the room, Dyrroth's attention was solely on you again. His eyes darkened, he looked like he'd actually devour you now. You were caged between his arms as he licked his lips, "Where were we, princess?"

LING

Wanwan burst into laughter, she finally managed to convince Ling to put on a skirt, a pink skirt. Ling's schedule at night wasn't that busy, so he let himself be led into a trap by Wanwan... and said person was still laughing while she pulled you into the room where he was, and then there his pride began to diminish as you didn't react like he wanted to. You see, he has a crush on you, and seeing you not reacting in the slightest made him so weak. Though when Wanwan was disappointed by your reaction, she took off to find Zilong, maybe he would actually laugh his ass off, leaving you and Ling the only ones left in the room.

Ling's embarrassing thoughts still plauged his mind. Both of you were never this close with each other, let alone be in the same room with each other. You, however, ignite something in you—something about Ling in a flimsy skirt. You slowly stalked towards Ling and lifted his chin with your hand to meet your eyes, which had a glint of mischief evident in them. You pulled him into your lips, and he groaned into the feeling, surprised by your action. You placed your wondering hands on his arm that was pulling you even closer by the waist. You moaned as he began to become sloppier by the second, his little humps becoming unbearable for him. Both of you gasped to breathe, his lips were already red from your intrusion. You stared at him, how could your best friend hide this side of him from you? He groaned, Ling was an impatient guy and didn't want to waste anymore time, he cupped your cheeks and pulled you back for another kiss.

The two of you were busy lapping at each other that you didn't notice your mad brother heading towards the two of you. Zilong had softly moved you away from Ling while your brother held him by his collar, "What are you doing, Ling?" your eyes widened, you held back Zilong from doing anything worse as he wasn't this hostile at all. Ling only hissed from the tight grip he had on him, then you panicked, "Brother, stop- hey! This is my fault! I... I initiated it," your brother looked at you, a bit unhappy with your advances with his companion, seriously with Ling?

Zilong had let him go, he rubbed the reddened area by his neck as he watched your brother scold you, Ling was a dangerous person after all. But ah, now that Ling had a taste of you, he for sure won't let you go now... he's night schedule might change from now on.

YIN

Yin had always been carefree and reckless, climbing to your windowsill at night and coming unannounced to your room just to tell you something that had recently interested him. Maybe wondering as to how bees pollinate the flowers or how they make honey taste so sweet... to eventually wonder would you taste sweet as well?

Yin had known you so well—to the point of knowing that your brother is out for groceries and that he has you for himself today. He ushered you to sit with him on the bed as the thought plagued his mind, and you did as he said. He pulled you into his lap, and with his right thumb, he rubbed your lips, waiting for your consent. You picked it up, of course, and knowing Yin for quite some time, you leaned in for him to confirm his thoughts. He pressed his lips against yours, and for a little while, he pulled away—yes, you are sweet.

Yin kissed you back again, and your hands rested on his shoulders as your tongues played with each other. His hands went to rest on your waist, now he would go further down just to please you more, but he feared he would mess up and let his other thoughts get out of hand. His grip on your waist tightened, as if keeping you still, you didn't know you were rubbing yourself on him for a while now, "Don't do that," he whined between the kisses. You can't seem to stop, he sounded heavenly.

"Yin!" both of you jolted at the sudden yell and looked at the door, your brother's figure standing there, fuming. Yin even had the time to gently lift you off of his lap to the bed and ran towards the window as your brother chased him. Once he was outside the window, he yelled, "I'll be back next time, (Y/N)! I promise!" your brother, Xavier, rushed to the window and looked outside where Yin was running and shouted back, "There won't be any next time!" he closed the window harshly and you laughed at Yin's antics. Your brother glared towards you, you're in a lot of trouble again.

back to all my work . . .

[lovelytsunoda]

can't stand the rain // george russell

summary: the nights are always long and lonely when she misses her lover. but dating a formula one driver isn't easy, and she knew that when she started dating the most wonderful and exciting man that she had ever met.

pairing: george russell x female reader

warnings: longing and pining! the harsh reality that which would be dating someone like george russell, but there is a happy ending! allusions to sex, but not written out.

I can't stand the rain, against my window cause he ain't here with me//hey window pane tell me, do you remember how sweet it used to be? when we were together everything was so grand//now that we parted there's just one sound that I just can't stand

it was on nights like these that she missed george the most.

rain drops crashing down against the window panes, a steady haze of fog rolling across the english country side.

she hated that sound when he wasn't here to share it with.

y/n was sitting on the couch by the window, a scented bath and body works candle on the coffee table, burning and filling the main floor of the house with that simple, summer scent as she wrapped herself in a blanket, powerpoint presentations reflecting off the blue light lenses as she typed.

dating someone as magnetic and larger than life as george russell was no easy feat. the days and nights were long, the timezones too much to bear as his schedule demanded he jet off to some faraway country every weekend.

sometimes, it felt like her george wasn't actually her george, but the world's george.

she slammed her laptop shut, rubbing her eyes under her glasses before she turned on the tv, dialing in to sky sports as the warm up for the evenings race began.

if george were here, they would be watching some stupid movie on netflix (last rainstorm it was bait, a movie about tsunamis and twelve foot long sharks), with the plush calvin klein blanket pulled tightly around their bodies until one of them got tired of the film and started getting handsy.

something about the rain always got george russell going. those afternoons usually ended up with y/n on her back, georges gentle kisses against her skin as he made love to her, the pitter patter of the rain in the background.

she missed him.

the race ended, and she sent him a congratulations text, knowing that he did the best that he could in a car that wasn’t where either mercedes driver had expected it to be.

she blew out the candle, phone in the back pocket of her jeans as she moved to the kitchen of a house that felt too large for just her alone as she warmed up the kettle.

her phone rang, and she slipped the small device out of her pocket, beaming as she swiped up to talk to the most important man in her life.

“hey, beautiful.” george russell beamed from the other end of the line, and the other side of the world. “how are you feeling?”

“tired.” y/n laughed. “uni is relentless. remind me why I decided to go to law school?”

“because I wanted a strong, powerful girlfriend?”

“hilarious. it’s killing me slowly.” she grimaced, placing a bag of peppermint tea in her indigo mug. “you had a good race today, honey. I know the car is shite this year, but you’re driving the hell out of that thing.”

“you know what, I think I’m finally getting the hang of the car.”

“that’s really good, georgie. I’m proud of you.”

george smiled sadly, wishing that he could reach through the phone and hold his lover in his arms. every part of his skin, his body aches for her touch, for the feeling of cradling her in his arms again.

“I miss you. I’ll be home before you know it, yeah? you’ll wake up in a few mornings and I will be there and you’ll get to wrap your arms around me and we’ll make the most of the time we have before I have to go to the next race.”

“I wish it were easier. I wish I could come with you.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know.”

two days passed since that phone call, and the rain showed no signs of stopping. a few times the downpour has lightened to a manageable drizzle, but it was still as if the clouds in the sky were reading her emotions.

reading how much she longed for georges presence.

how she missed watching him play backgammon with his mates at the table by the french doors, sunlight refracting on his face.

how she missed his touch, even when it was the touch of his cold, cold feet in bed.

how she missed his cooking, even when he burned the simplest of dishes and ended up ordering takeaway (and swallowing his pride).

the weather outside reflected how she felt, but that fact did nothing to make her feel better. george was stuck in team meetings, despite the promise of a two week break before the next double header began.

she was debating the merits of going to visit her parents in the city, reconnecting with the world and getting away from her feelings and her term papers. it seemed like all she had done since george left was drink peppermint tea and pore over old court documents.

until the morning all was right again.

the sunlight was orange as it filtered through her curtains, the sun just beginning to rise over the hilly countryside. she heard footsteps, and the sound of the creaky bedroom door swinging open.

she’s have to to tell george to fix that.

george.

she didn’t believe her eyes. there he was, kneeling in front of the bed to kiss her forehead. she grumbled his name, trying to peel her groggy eyes open.

“I’m right here, darling. caught an earlier flight. there’s an iced coffee in the fridge for you.”

she smiled, reaching for his hand. “I missed you.”

“I know, love. can I join you?”

“you may.” she hummed, pulling the blankets back up over her shoulders. normally she would have loved to watch her boyfriend undress, but this morning she was far too sleepy to care about the sound of georges heavy hilfiger belt hitting the hardwood floor.

eyes still closed, she felt the mattress dip next to her as george slipped underneath the covers, taking her into his arms. she sighed contentedly, resting her head on his bare chest as the driver ran his large hand up and down her back.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, george william russell.”

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@daydreamingleclerc @libraryofloveletters @magnummagnussen @scuderiamh @sidcrosbyspuck @oconso @cl16version @cartierre @monzabee

[somerandomcockroach]

@keferon OKAY BUT LISTEN YEAH I would loved if it was just fun ehehehe and sassy flirting with the demon no one sees pfffht, literally summoned a demon just to flirt with, and I guess it could have been going for a long time, just little strips with their funny adventures and then plot can go to the fact that he wants to give him a body and Shockwave would agree or that they just stay the way they are and just hang out like this together (Alo I remember that you wanted to put Ratchet (I keep writing Ratched instead of Ratchet buuuh) and Drift in it as another demon and their summoner thing whghweghgwe but I like how you made two separate stories for them that happen at the same time, okay I am actually PRETTY MUCH invested in this story, I like a lot how it goes and gets tangled and how mixes up with idw ideas and other stuff a lot)

BUT NOW that you changed it that way, you made a few more things that reader might be interested a lot in, like that promise he made and you mentioning that he will regret it, how their relationship progressively develops, plus the fact that Blurr was a frivolous slob gifted with dark magic AND how the tables turn upside dow and he get consequences for what he did in the most unpredictable way for him and how he surely changes in his behaviour, getting more and more concerned about his promise and maybe truly loving someone for the first time in his life and wanting to change something. And then figuring out that that same demon actually was a person before, someone he knew, someone respectable, kind, shiny, absolut sun of a person, who died (I am still on my knees waiting to know how exactly he died...) miserably to the point that he absolutely can't stand his life as a demon and NOT EVEN being able to kill himself!!! And Blurr was a pupil in his school, he saw him, he gifted him an ability to make his magic work for him, gave the freedom to live among everyone to all who was poisoned with this dark magic. OH WAITA HGSDHAG the thing that beastformers can't walk among transformers and the fact that dark spellers also could not, and how these events happen at a close times, OKAY so dark spellers got their kind of freedom thanks to Senator Shockwave (OH MY GOD what if Orion can see Shockwave and will recognise him right away COUGH) BUT I am wondering if beastformers will get some kind of an official declaration or some kind of school to be educated in and I wonder if Deadlock/Drift (I think after leaving he will change his name from the last episode...) will volunteer to be a teacher t be something more, or he will just end up with Ratchet wandering around the world, or maybe there will be a whole damn revolution where all monoformers and beastformers leaded by Drift go against the system, and maybe these events happen at the same time as a Senator Shockwave fighting for the rights of gifted... Okay I'm getting carried a little bit ahsghag excuse me... OH I GOT carried away A LOT I wanted to get back to the point that Blurr, now figuring out the past of Shocwave, dealing with all the events, dealing with what he has done and find a way to free them, at the same time STILL having adventures and fun since I'm sure he can be a good mood lifter to moody Shockwave and even see him in a really good mood since he is... well, not just a demon made of hatred but the wonderful kind of person in his previous life... (okay being carried away but what if Orion might declare the freedom to beastformers (AJHGAJHSDJAH OH MY GOD I IMAGINED JAZZ AS A PANDA HAVING A ROMAN WITH PROWL AND PROWL NOT KNOWING ABOUT IT OKAY SORRY) after seeing what it lead to after Senator Shockwave. And maybe Ratchet will be able to get his sign back freely after revolution will be successful or he will be forever blind just to be free and safe with his husband OKAY LISTEN I think it is obvious that I really like the thing you do....

[waywardstation]

Cold to the Touch

Phione Akari AU

As a phione, it's hard for Akari to find anything fun or entertaining to do. But she still manages, even if it's at Ingo's expense.

I wrote this after I got a request to write about something for this AU with lower stakes and let Akari have some fun, after putting out several segments that were pretty stressful and sad for the characters. And if possible, to have her prank Ingo. I did my best hopefully!!!

OR read here on AO3!

AND check out the Phione Akari AU masterpost!

Enjoy!

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There were many, many things Akari hated about being a Phione. 

Many changes. Many limitations. Many problems. 

But this was not one of them. 

In fact, she found that this was quite fun.

“And if I could have two of those leek salves, and a half-bag of those dried apricorns?”

Choy grabbed two small purple bottles and began weighing out a bag of the nut fruits as Ingo browsed the wares at the storefront, pointing out what he wanted to purchase. While there wasn’t much room with everything out on display, he did his best to keep himself under the protection of the storefront’s awning — the rain was coming down hard today.

And as much as he disliked the idea of dragging all of this stuff around with him in the coastlands, especially in weather like this, he had promised Akari he would actually take better care of himself out there now while continuing his search.

No more sleeping on the ground, or against trees and boulders. No more living off whatever he picked off of bushes and trees. No more foregoing needed sleep for a few more hours of searching. No more sacrificing his health when he didn’t need to.

“Anything else for you today?” Choy asked as he placed them down next to the other items that had been requested.

“Oh, one last thing; do you perhaps have a lightweight roll or sleeping mat?” Ingo searched past the shopkeeper at the storage shelves behind him, leading Choy to look over his shoulder — he could see what looked like a few different sleeping rolls. “Like the ones the Ginkgo Guild members are equipped wITh-!”

An awkward jerk as Ingo scrunched his neck into his shoulder, crashing the sentence with an odd jump. A subsequent squeak from somewhere in his coat collar, quiet enough for only Ingo to hear.

“Everything alright?” Choy looked back from the shelves, giving him a look halfway between confusion and concern.

“I uh, apologize. Unfortunately, too many nights sleeping on the ground has left me with a sore spine, is all.” Ingo tentatively answered, rubbing at his neck. “It… pulls sometimes. I’m sure you can now understand my need for an adequate sleeping mat.”

“Oh yes, of course,” Nodding his head, Choy stepped away from the shelf he had been approaching. “I understand! These rolls might be too thin; I have some thicker ones in the back that might be better for that. I’ll be right back with one.”

Ingo watched the man disappear behind the rows of shelves, making sure he was out of earshot before he hooked his lapel with a finger and pulled it back.

“Miss Akari, please!” He whispered into the collar of his coat. He could not see her and he was too saturated with rainwater to feel where she was, but he knew she was in there somewhere; he could hear her snickering. “You know I’m not fond of that!”

“Phi-phi!” She retorted. While Ingo had no idea what she was saying, the bubbly tone of amusement in her voice indicated she wasn’t taking him seriously.

He was sure it was because of a phione’s adaptability to water and its strange thermoregulatory characteristics — Professor Laventon had said something about it — but whenever it rained, Akari became just as cold as the falling water that mixed with her. Like ice cold. It turned her little flippers into something more like the freezing hands of death. And she unfortunately found it funny to -

“AH!” The frigid touch of Akari’s ribbon-like appendage (now more comparable to the frozen fingers of a froslass) against his neck made him flinch before forcing himself back down into a whisper. “Miss Akari-!”  

“Warden?” Choy called out from the back. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Not to worry, it’s simply an instance of my neck bothering me again!” Ingo lied through his teeth. One last quick whisper into his coat collar, towards quiet giggling. “Please-”

“Alright, I’ve got a couple here that you can look at!” Returning from the back shelves, Choy heaved a bundle of various mats onto a display table with a grunt. “All varying degrees of sturdiness, but maybe you’ll like one of them.”

Ingo browsed the mats, pressing down on the different materials and lifting edges to test heaviness. Some were too firm to be kind to his back, and some were too bulky to comfortably carry. None of them seemed very suitable for him, honestly... 

As he browsed, Ingo couldn’t help but notice he was actually being left alone. No icy jabs, no startling coldness. Maybe Akari was listening to him now. it was nice not feeling the freezing hands of death grasping at the back of his-

“GHh-!” Ingo jerked awkwardly again, tucking his chin down against his chest and hissing through his teeth. He spoke too soon.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like a thicker mat? Or at least a neck roll for support? It seems…” Choy stalled for a moment, filtering his words into something kinder. “Bad.”

“No no, I can assure you it’s temporary! It’s simply rather distracting, ” Ingo emphasized the last word quite forcefully, rubbing at his neck. “I’m confident that’s the last time it’ll happen.”

“Maybe at least have the medical corps look at it before you go.” Choy did not sound any less concerned.

“Perhaps I will make that detour,” Ingo brushed it off kindly. He was going to have to make this quick, it seemed Akari was intent on embarrassing him in public just for some amusement. “I apologize for having you drag all of these mats out, but I may have to go with one of the previous, lighter alternatives.”

“Not a problem,” Choy pushed the heavier rolls aside and turned to pull down one he had initially suggested; a simple green one, tied with wound rope. “This mat’s good then?”

“I believe so,” Already searching through the inner pockets of his coat for money, Ingo only gave the roll a passing glance to confirm. “I think that’s everything I need.”

“Sounds good,” Choy lugged the mat up onto the table, bunching it with everything else he had requested and quickly reevaluating it all. “Alright, together that’ll be seven-thousand six-hundred.”

“Mm-hmm,” Head down, Ingo began counting out what he had in his hands. He should have enough…

“Oh, but wait-”

Thinking something was wrong, Ingo glanced up only to see Choy setting a small box on top of his pile of supplies.

“Just a few honey cakes, no extra charge.”

Ingo blinked, not catching the sudden tiny squeak from within his coat. “No charge? Thank you, and please understand I am not at all ungrateful for the offer, but… I’d like to know why?”

“Well, because I appreciate your business!” Short and simple, Choy clasped his hands together.

Ingo sized up the box; it wasn’t terribly big, but it certainly wasn’t small either. Truely, it was a kind gesture, but to him, all he saw was more cargo to lug around, more weight to tug at his back. And he wasn’t sure he could keep it from becoming soggy in the rain, anyways. 

And he couldn’t help but feel that it was perhaps a pity gesture; he knew Choy had seen him practically drag himself through Jubilife’s gates the other day.

“I greatly appreciate it, but I couldn’t in good conscience, really.” Ingo gave Choy an apologetic, flat-lined smile, putting up a hand. “Those are your wares! Please, keep them.”

Another small squeak, and this time Ingo heard it. He preemptively placed his hand over his neck just before she could touch him, her icy flippers patting his fingers instead.

“Then take it as a gift of support, please.” Choy extended a more genuine tone now, he confirmed what Ingo had suspected about it being a pity gesture. “I know what all of these supplies are for, Warden. You’ve been doing so much to find Akari, and this weather definitely isn’t making things any easier for anyone right now. And I can empathize; all this sudden rain’s been making it hard for Yui today. She can’t seem to shake this terrible sickness that won’t leave her alone, and it’s been really difficult lately to-”

“AAa -HaAH-!” Ingo interrupted with an embarrassingly loud shout, suddenly jerking forward with scrunched shoulders as both hands frantically clamped against his neck. “Just- Ahck! Stop it-!”

“...I’m sorry?” Staring at Ingo in bewilderment, the appalled tone of Choy’s voice was painfully shame-inducing. The heavy atmosphere pressed down on Ingo’s shoulders, the rain in his coat suddenly pulling down on him like heavy weights.

Oh Arceus. Did he really just laugh while Choy was empathizing with him over his sick wife? 

Did he really just say stop it??

“Ahem!” Ingo cleared his throat gratuitously into a fist, his face burning like fire as he realized what he just did. “M-my deepest apologies for that! Illness is terribly unfortunate, and I hope for nothing but a quick recovery for your poor wife! I absolutely didn’t mean to- Please, excuse me for a moment!”

“Right.” Choy crossed his arms, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed as Ingo stiffly hurried out into the rain, rushing around the right corner of the store.

Reaching the bridge that led to the housing units, Ingo stopped and made sure no one else was around to hear. Reaching into his coat collar and fishing Akari out of it, he held her close to his (still very red) face with one hand, sternly shaking a finger at her with the other. “Miss Akari!” Don’t- don’t do that! Just because I said no cold shocks, that doesn’t mean you can start tickling m-!”

“Phi-phi!” She squeaked back at him avidly. He didn’t understand, but with her troubled eyes and tone, he could clearly see she wasn’t laughing anymore — she probably realized how inappropriate the timing of that was, regardless of how accidental it was.

Ingo’s frown pulled, his eyes narrowing from behind the raindrops now dripping off his hat’s brim. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, Miss Akari, but I recall you fervently requesting me to keep you both concealed and inconspicuous while in Jubilife. I’d say this is making it difficult to do either!”

“Phi!” Freezing cold flippers wrapped around his thumb as she hugged it tightly. She often did that when expressing gratitude or apologetics to him, an extension of hugging him as a whole. Her guilty eyes indicated it was clearly the latter reason, this time.

“It’s alright, just please, please, don’t repeat it. I would very much like to complete this transaction in peace.” Ingo accepted the apology. He had planned for that to be the end of it and moved his hand to place her back in his coat collar, but she squeaked at him again.

When Ingo pulled her back, she made an exaggerated motion that resembled eating, holding her flippers up and mimicking taking bites out of something. 

He couldn’t make a guess until she pointed at the side of the general store, then repeated the motion again.

“The honey cakes? You wanted those honey cakes?”

“Phi!” She clapped her flippers together, celebrating his correct guess.

“Just one of those is bigger than your head; it takes you two days to consume one.” Ingo shook his head. “And there are several in that box; I’m afraid they’ll go to waste.”

Akari made a pleading motion and held her flippers together up at him with big eyes, but otherwise she grew quiet, and Ingo’s features softened.

She’s had it very hard. He knew that. These past few weeks had been terrible and frustrating and confusing. And while the last three days had certainly been much happier with his revelation over who she was, it still… it didn’t have much in it to be happy about in general, and he knew Akari was depressed with her limitations.

The giggles she had let out in his coat earlier was the first time he had really heard her laughing or having fun in a long while (even if it had been at his expense… but really, as a phione, there weren’t many things she could do to entertain herself right now).

So what was the harm in getting her some simple sweets? Giving her something to be happy about?

Ingo’s words left his mouth in a cloud of breath, visible in the frigid air. “Alright, Miss Akari. I will get them for you.”

“Phi!” She squeaked, a little surprised, but clearly happy. She hugged her flippers around his thumb again in a gesture of gratitude as he brought her back to his shoulder, tugging the lapel of his coat back.

“But please do your best to finish them! And please, no more cold touches. Or tickling.” He added as she wiggled back into her spot, amongst the folds of his tunic’s hood. “I would not like to laugh at that poor young man’s sick wife for a second time.”

The subsequent giggling at his shoulder was his only response as he smoothed his coat collar back down, but that was enough for him.

Now. To somehow find the strength to go back and face Choy. Ingo took a deep breath, steeling himself as he turned to walk back around the corner of the building. Ugh, he could already feel the blush of shame returning.

“I’d like to once again apologize for that outburst,” Rounding the corner, Ingo took his place back before Choy, who still appeared rightfully upset; arms now crossed, the store owner seemed much less amiable now. “Truely, I didn’t mean to laugh during such a sensitive subject.”

“Was that the fault of your sore neck as well?” Choy reached up to take his glasses and clean a few stray raindrops off them with his hanten. His words were painfully flat.

“Ahah… uhm, no,” Ingo coughed. “My mind simply reminded me of very ill-timed joke. Very unfortunate timing.”

Choy didn’t really believe him, Ingo could see it in his eyes. Regardless, he adjusted his glasses back on his nose, and went to grab up Ingo’s items, sliding them across the display table. “Unfortunate indeed. Here are your items, Warden.”  

“Oh, thank you. Though also, before I depart-” Ingo held out the money he owed, but began searching through his coat pockets again. “I believe I’ve had a track change; I would like those honey cakes after all. But please, allow me to pay for it in full; it’s the least I could do. And again, I do hope your wife recovers swiftly.”

It seemed Choy’s hardened features softened a little as Ingo dropped the money into his hand.

[ominoose]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫-𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

Summary: Random drabble's about Steven Grant meeting other Oscar Isaac characters. No Marc or Jake co-concious, only referenced. Characters: Basil Stitt, Leto Atreides, Poe Dameron A/N: This randomly hit me and I wanted to write it because it was funny. Used a spinny wheel for it. Also idk if BB-8 can do that but now he can.

London was it's usual muggy, busy self as Steven ran down the street, hoping to catch the bus to work. It had been hard enough to get a job after the Museum Incident, but maintaining a position was proving to be a much harder endeavor between his abnormal sleeping patterns and head mates.

"Oi! Wait, please!" Steven was within touching distance just as the bus sped off, and at the lack of anything to rest his weight on or break his fall, the man found himself tumbling face first into traffic.

☽ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐭 (Lightningface)

+ When Steven first wakes up in the apartment, his first thought is that he's woken up in a bomb site. The apartment is a mess, furniture and clothes strewn everywhere haphazardly. He's momentarily glad Marc isn't replying in his head, knowing the American would have an aneurysm over the state of the place.

+ Basil is the one to find Steven, jumping up from his spot on the couch and staring at him like he's an alien. The first thought in his mind is that Ricky the Monkey did some crazy magic and brought a clone to replace him. Poor Steven barely has a chance to process the situation before he's trying to calm his scarred, other American look alike down and explain his situation. Nothing manages to convince Basil there isn't some magic going on here, but he stops viewing Steven as an evil replacement.

+ After the initial shock and awkward introductions, they manage to sit down and chat for a few minutes. Basil shares the story of the lightning strike, insisting that its imbued him with magical powers. Steven, bless his heart, immediately believes this and boasts about his own moon powers too.

"You know, I've always wanted to try jumping off the roof and flying, have you done that?"

"Oh no, my mate Marc usually handles that, but maybe we can practice together? Have you got a suit as well?"

"Yeah, it's this paper bag and bed sheet I fixed up myself! C'mon, I have a stool on the balcony-"

"Wait, hang about.... Actually, mate, on second thoughts, lets not."

+ Steven ends up convincing Basil to properly fix his apartment, not just brush away the broken shards and dust. So that's what they do for a while, busying themselves as they theorize on how to get Steven back home with only a handful of brain cells between them. Basil listens with surprising intensity when Steven ends up branching off into Egyptology tangents, and likewise Steven nods along when Basil brings up all the documentaries he'd watched recently. In the end, the apartment does end up in much better shape, and the pair become quite chummy.

"Damn. Thanks for the help... Maybe I did overreact a bit."

"Yeah, it's no problem bruvs, it happens. Surprised the doctors didn't give you anymore meds, though I suppose over here its not like the NHS."

"Oh, no I didn't go to the hospital."

"...You wot?!"

𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 (Dune)

+ Coming to on hot, sandy slabs is enough of a trigger point to Steven Grant as they come. Coming to on hot, sandy slabs with weird astronauts in suits pointing space guns at him goes beyond frighting and circles back into 'Shit yourself' territory. Thankfully they seem to speak English. Unfortunately, his high pitched screams and babbling British noises don't make sense to them while they peer down their guns at him with confusion. It isn't until a booming voice draws everyone's attention that Steven gets a chance to breath.

+ Said breath is swiftly knocked back out of Stevens lungs when a wiser, nobler and older version of him walks into the room, commanding the attention of every single space soldier in the room. The man stares down at him as he lays huddled on the ground, curled into himself, and quirks a single well groomed eyebrow at him.

"I am Duke Leto of House Atreides. You have penetrated your way into my home. Who are you?"

"I-I-I'm S-Steven Grant. Of the... Giftshop."

The Duke continues his stony stare at Steven for a few seconds longer before holding out a calloused hand.

"Well Steven of the Giftshop, I think we both have many questions for one another, and hopefully some answers."

+ When Steven finally gets over being starstruck at the dignified, royal version of himself, and when Leto makes the accidental mistake of mentioning that they're billions of years in the future on another planet, Steven freaks out, having a 10 minute long panic attack. When that's over he geeks out instead, asking a million questions about technology, using apologies as commas and full stops.

"Do people still know about Khonshu in this era?!"

"I'm afraid I am not familiar with that name."

"Lucky sod."

+ Leto thinks the strange, weird sounding clone of himself is a schizophrenic long lost cousin, but at lease he isn't trying to kill him over a title. It's not as common in Arrakis, or the general noble courts, to find someone as earnest, honest and willing to learn as Steven seems to be, which earns him a surprising amount of respect from the Duke.

𝐏𝐨𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 (Star Wars)

+ Waking up in a space ship that's doing somersaults mid-battle while dodging and weaving around beams trying to explode it out of the sky was almost as stressful as waking up on a London bus at 8am. Commendably, Steven didn't scream or cry, but simply had a silent panic attack until a rolling white and orange ball started beeping at him, or rather the ridiculously handsome version of him currently flying the plane.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get on my cruiser?!"

"Bloody hell, not another handsome American me!"

"What?! BB-8, check for a concussion!"

+ After being given a water bottle by the polite little droid, Steven finally managed to calm himself down by the time the ship touch down and the pilot in matching droid colours sprang before him, launching question after question. When he clocked Stevens face, he was speechless, brows slowly knitting over his eyes as he tried to make sense of what was in front of him. Mid stare-down BB-8 nicked the Brits skin, running a quick diagnostic test and beeping the results out to the pilot who's eyebrows swiftly un-knitted at the noises.

+ Taking advantage of the silence, Steven tries to explain himself and his situation, insisting he comes in peace and simply wanted to get home before Donna got another excuse to give him the sack. The pilot finally introduced himself as Poe, the best pilot in the resistance at that, and with a sigh he promised to try and figure out how to get Steven back to whatever galaxy London was from.

+ Poe tries to explain the resistance and the empire to Steven, who in turn compares it to Ammits cult and jointly rants about those who take choice and freedom from the innocent. Poe is happy enough that his weird blood ancestor is with the resistance, even if he does constantly regard him with a quirked eyebrow, wondering how in the universe he managed to evolve from this walking concussion. For a second time Poe is rendered silent as Steven mentions being Moonknight.

"Oh yeah, I've done that too, at least those Jedi blokes doesn't send their jackals after you though!"

"You've... fought? In battle?"

"Course, yeah. Fought off giant gods back to the underworld, stopped the day of reckoning as the souls of the living were flooding the underworld. It was just the other day actually."

"...You killed god?!"

+ Steven absolutely adores BB-8 and Leia, a feeling the bot and all of the resistance seem to happily return, much to the dismay of Poe. Steven's quite flustered from all the attention and questions, leaving Poe to drag him away in a huff, claiming they need to get back to figuring out how to send him home. It feels like a babysitting gig more than anything, but deep down it strokes Poe's ego when Steven ooh's and ahh's at all his resistance tales.