#on one hand as long as this book doesn’t force me to choose a love interest at on point I Can make it work and make them poly in my head

[pearlsdiamondsandvodka]

I’ll be honest with you gang, if I waited for blades 2 for three years and I can’t even be poly I’ll riot !!

[igotanidea]

Personal rhythm: Jason Todd x reader

Summary/request: Jason finding out that you've never slow danced before, and he goes out of his way to arrange a dance for just the two of you alone.

thank you @miraculous-panic ;)

***

„What do you mean never?”

‘Seriously Jason, it’s a five letter word. One of the most common used in English. With all the books on your account this is not the question you should be asking.”

***

It was a Saturday night.

Movie night.

Y/N and Jason facilely decided that after all week of working/vigilanting, some silly teenage drama to cool off and relax would be in place.

And that’s how they ended up watching „To all the boys I’ve loved before”.

Or rather - binging through the whole trilogy.

Or - in other words - giving commentary and laughing at every other silly, cliche scene.

And it was so good and so nice and so peaceful, finally not having a care in the world and just relaxing in each other’s company.

Any other guy would probably complain about the choice and force his way to Fast and furious or some Jason Statham action movie, but not Jason. Truthfully as long as they were both spread comfortably on the couch, his head on her lap, being treated with the most welcomed head scalp massage, he might have watched the Paw patrol or Dora the explorer and not say a word.

However-

All good things must come to an end.

After something around 4 hours they finally reached the prom scene. The choosing king and queen of the ball scene. And the slow dancing scene.

And that changed the serene atmosphere.

„Do you see that Y/N? Come on, this guy can’t even lead her properly. I swear if he was moving like that in a real life poor girl will have her feet trampled.”

„Guess they should have hired you for the scene.” Y/N laughed in response.

„Damn right they should have! After all you were the one to say I remind you of the guy who plays -- what was his name again?” Jason rolled on his back so he could stare up at his girlfriend.

‘PETER!” she laughed as if they didn’t hear that name like 100 times already

„Right! Right, Peter! Of course! Still think I’m way more handsome though-”

„Damn, you’re such a tease Todd!”

„You’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to agree with me!” Jason sat up abruptly, turning her head back from him and towards the screen. „Now, watch it carefully and confirm my theory. He doesn’t know how to slow dance, does he?. Seriously, from a girl’s perspective. ‘’

„I --”

„Are you blind now?” Jason smirked at her indecisiveness.  

„Hey!” the punch on his arm did nothing to hurt him but was definitely a surprise

„Just admit it! Guys don’t dance like that! This is not the way a girl- a woman-- should be held!”

„How would I know?!” she finally exploded, her emotions pushed forward because of Jason’s obliviousness.

„What do you mean--?”

„I never slow danced!”

‘Never?” now that was shocking. Yes, they rarely dwelt in the past, especially the time frame in which Jason was absent, but how come he never knew about that?! shit, what else did she missed from the teenage/young adult years? And how the fudge he didn’t make it right yet?!

‘Do you want me to spell it out for you?” she rolled her eyes stopping the movie „N-E-V-E-R”

„you’re right it’s a five letter word. One of the most commonly used in English. But to me, in this context, it doesn’t make any sense.” he grabbed her hands pulling her forward to him and looking straight into her eyes, smirking. „That’s bullshit and I won’t be fooled.”

„You’re being fooled by not being fooled.”

„Huh?” damn that girl had some twisted logic on her. „the hell does that mean?”

„It means I’m telling the truth.” she blushed slightly despite her best effort to act cool. It was a bit embarrassing to admit to her boyfriend that she lacked in the experiences of youth.

„No shit!” he laughed

„This is not funny!”

„This is plenty funny!”

„Oh, like you slowed danced before!”

„I didn’t get to go to prom, cause as you might have noticed I’ve been dead at the time--’

„Like I could ever forget that.” she rolled her eyes in annoyance to cover up for the heartache she felt at the memory.

„- I did slow dance.”

„What now?! With who!? Cause definitely not with me!”

„Is someone jealous now?” Jason leaned forward

„You wish Todd!”

„Jealousy is a bad trait, you know. I’d advice you to stop it baby...”

„Or what?”

‘Or I might have to actually help you enrich your experience.”

„Oh really, and how --?”

That sentence was cut by a involuntary squeak as Jason pulled her to her feet, almost causing the girl to crash with his hard chest due to the force.

„Shit, sorry Y/N. Forgot how tiny and light you are.”

„I am--”

„Sh.” the tone of his voice and the gesture of putting his finger to her lips definitely couldn't stand opposition.  „don’t you dare saying another word, I forbid you. You are tiny and light. And now, I’m going to make you feel like a fragile princess in the arms of a handsome and brave prince.”

One of his hand found a way to her waist, the other to her shoulder blades, grabbing her firmly but delicately. For some crazy reason she actually did feel secure and loved in his hands. Like nothing wrong could happen as long as she was held like this.

As long as his eyes were focused solely on her.

And it was both terrifying and wonderful experience.

„You can touch me, you know. It’s not like you haven’t done it before....” Jason chuckled at the way her hands hung awkwardly by her sides

„You’re ruining the moment, dipshit!”

„You’re the one using invectives baby. Don’t get any silly ideas in your head. You’re not going anywhere. Not until you get that slow dance.”

‘I’m make-up-less and wearing sweatpants.”

„And you’re still the prettiest girl in the world ”

„We don’t have any music.” she objected almost causing Jason to groan.

„Here.” he grabbed her hand and put it to his heart „feel that rhythm?” she nodded „good. Very good. Now this is the only sound you should be focusing on. Cause it resounds for you. You hear me, Y/N?”

„I hear you....” she whispered

„It’s only for you, baby.”

„i thought you weren’t romantic....” his grip on her tightened as he pulled her closer to him, swaying gently right and left, their feet barely moving, but it was still considered slow-dancing for them.

„I’m not. But I can be for you....” he muttered against her hair, planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head „You even made me dance, which is enough of a sign that I’ll do anything for you. I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

„Can you just be yourself? The guy I fell for?”

„I suppose that can be arranged.” he smiled, even though she couldn’t see it with her face pressed to his chest.

And they would stay in this silence, moving to their own song for much longer if it wasn’t for their cat jumping on the couch, right on the pilot, and resuming the movie on the prom dance performance.  

Giving Y/N and Jason a chance to put that scene into reality and adapting it into her their lives.

First time.

With many more to come.

[spiriteddreams]

fall / in love

Pairing: Al-Haitham x Reader Warnings: fluff, slight angst with a happy ending Word Count: ~1.3k A/N: writer's block is hitting hard rn so here are some feelings with our fav grumpy grand scribe

“You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” The last person you want to see stands in front of you. You can feel your desk digging into you from behind as you’re cornered in the quiet walls of your office with nowhere to run. Petty excuses are futile in the presence of Al-Haitham, and his looming shadow makes you feel impossibly small.  

You cannot fall in love with him, you’ve told yourself this over and over again. They are bitter words to swallow down, stuck in the back of your throat as you force a practiced smile to hide every confession that threatens to tear through. There are certain things that cannot be said because they will tear down the walls you’ve so carefully constructed, and you know better than anyone how terrible he is at lending a hand when it comes to emotions. Al-Haitham is a man of titles: the Grand Scribe of the Akademiya, the current Acting Grand Master, a saviour to Sumeru (whether he acknowledges it or not), and a good friend. So you cannot fall in love with him because that will threaten everything you have built thus far.

And yet you free-fall, stumbling into these emotions you struggle to push away. You remind yourself to re-read the label that describes your relationship: childhood friends. Keep it that way, you say to yourself. Don’t fall in love, don’t fall for silly words and actions that have no deeper meaning. Falling in love is dangerous, and falling in love with Al-Haitham is possibly the most dangerous of all. You know this and yet you cannot bring yourself to draw the line. He pushes his way into his life without care, his body fitting the indent on your couch from sleepless nights of research and escaping from Kaveh’s hammering in the middle of the night.

Don’t fall in love. Instead, push him away, pull yourself out, place every obstacle you can on this chess-game like friendship that’s cornering you. So how is it that he’s cornered you now, arms crossed over his chest as he stares you down.

“I’ve been busy.” You sigh with a shake of your head. It’s not a lie, you have been rather busy with the sudden influx of paperwork and rebuilding that comes with the rebuilding of the Akademiya. But you’ve still made an effort to steer clear of Al-Haitham when you could. It was changing your daily routes, choosing to take longer walks around the Akademiya to get to your office in the morning, and instead taking up Kaveh’s offers to get lunch at the cafe across the city rather than the one just outside the Akademiya. 

Al-Haitham rolls his eyes ,”Do you think I’m that stupid? You’ve been actively avoiding me. This is the first time I’ve seen you in almost two weeks. So why?” You hear the slight waver in his voice as his words end. There’s a flicker of worry in his eyes that lasts for just one second, but it’s that one second that punches through your pride. It’s too late to back out now.

“Because— I don’t understand you! You buy me my favourite pastries and then tell me it’s because you wanted one too but I know you hate how sweet these are! You ask for book recommendations but I know you hate the books I read because you have this odd enjoyment of reading physics books! You seek out my company and claim it’s only because you have nothing better to do! And I don’t understand what you want from me!” He remains quiet at your words and you shake your head slightly. Of course he doesn’t say anything. When you finally put him in check, he doesn’t know what to say. His pawns are gone, chess pieces not set up for your play, so he stays quiet. 

“I don’t like feeling whatever this feeling is.” Your hands tremble as you bring them to your chest. The words bubble up from your chest and there’s no stopping them now. Not after you’ve pushed them down for so long and watched from a distance, because this distance is what has kept you going for so long. 

“I see you and— and suddenly I have this stupid smile on my face and my heart beats faster and you don’t even know!” You cry out, “You don’t care that time and time again I have to turn away just because I get so worried that you’ll see me and know.!” He stares at you blankly and you hate it. You hate that you can’t read any emotions in those pretty eyes of his. You hate that his mouth hasn’t moved, not a twitch or a smirk, or a smile, or anything. You hate that his hands reach up to grasp yours, the surprisingly soft texture of his gloves stark against your clammy palms.

He opens his mouth and you brace for the worse, only for him to say softly, “Breathe, please.” A shaky breath rattles your lungs as you stare at him, mouth parted in a mix of surprise at the sudden contact and how damn close he is. There’s a mix of something in those pretty eyes of his as he ducks down to look at you from behind his grey swept hair. A smile, a rare, genuine one tugs on his lips and you can only stare. You’ve laid out your emotions bare for him to see, put him in check position and can only wait for him to make his next move.

And what you hate the most about Al-Haitham is his infuriating ability to take his time, even in the most stressful of situations. You’re acutely aware of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest and his as you stand in silence. Your hands, no doubt sweaty, still shake even in his gentle grasp and you  know that he can see the way your eyes dart around nervously, refusing to hold eye contact with him.

“After knowing me for so long, I thought that you might be able to read me just as well.” Forget how nervous you feel at the moment. You want to strangle him for his cryptic words. He’s always been good at this, dangling the truth in front of everyone’s eyes under the disguise of honey coated words and half-truths. Perhaps, at another time, you would indulge in riddled words and bite back with some of your own, but now they only irritate you. And Al-Haitham knows it. Just the thought of it brings a teasing grin to his face, one you recognize immediately.

“Don’t you think it’s rather foolish of you to avoid me like this?” Al-Haitham hums and steps back to give you some space. He doesn’t let go of your hands. “After all this time, you’d think that maybe you might realize that I care for you just as much, if not more, as you do for me.” You let the words sink in, bask in their warmth before scowling at him. Tugging your hands from his grasp you push at him gently, ignoring the feeling of his chest against your fingers as you look away.

“Just say you like me too.” You grumble. Al-Haitham’s fingers come to drag along your skin, teasing yet comforting as he laughs, “What a childish way of putting it.” You roll your eyes but stay in your spot, relishing in the turn of events. Quick as it may have been, and far too unexpected for your liking, you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t something Al-Haitham would do.

He hums, catching your attention once more. “So, are you done avoiding me?”

“Keep up this attitude and I won’t be.” Al-Haitham grins and you can’t help but match his expression. But nothing prepares you for the brief kiss that his planted on your forehead, a promise sealed without words, an act of comfort and honesty. And in the confines of these four walls, you let yourself fall in love again. 

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[janeyseymour]

Love Thy Neighbor- pt 7

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

Summary: You're sick after Ellie. Who is there to take care of you, but the woman that you've fallen in love with- and also your neighbor and coworker.

WC: ~1.75k

She kisses you back. Of course she does. But this time, when she pulls back, there’s a look of panic on her face instead of yours.

“Y/N,” she whispers.

“You’re worth the risk,” you tell her softly, pulling her in again. “But we should probably talk about all of this when Ellie isn’t going to possibly wake up in our laps.”

She nods, but she doesn’t make any moves to leave. The redhead instead wraps an arm around you and tugs you in closer, if that’s even possible. Her hand gently finds its way around your waist, and she absentmindedly traces patterns on your hipbone while the other hand gently runs its way through your daughter’s hair.

You shift just slightly to lay your head on her shoulder, and that’s when you feel a delicate kiss pressed to your temple.

It’s been a while since you’ve felt that. Your ex-husband used to do that all the time, but long before you had even caught him cheating (although you had an inkling) he had stopped that sweet habit of his. You take a shaky breath.

“You okay, hun?” Melissa picks up on it immediately and looks down at you worriedly. She can read you like a book- she’s always been able to. She could read you from the second she saw you in the parking garage trying to diffuse that meltdown from your daughter.

You nod. “Jared used to kiss my temple a lot,” you admit quietly.

“I won’t do it again,” she tells you. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head as you take another breath. “No. I liked it… it’s just been a while since there’s been any sort of romance in my life- it’s going to take getting used to again.”

“I understand,” Melissa whispers to you as she kisses your head again. “We’ll take it at your pace- just like we have been.”

You smile at her sadly. “Thank you for being so wonderful. You didn’t have to wait for me.”

“I didn’t have to, but like you said… you’re so special. Worth the wait and all the risks in the world.”

When Ellie wakes up, she insists that Melissa stay with the two of you. So the redhead follows you into your room and lays down with both of you- the little girl sandwiched in between the two of you. She whines that you two aren’t close enough for to lay on both of your bodies, forcing Melissa to get closer to you- so close that you’re hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. Only then is your daughter satisfied and able to fall asleep with the help of your neighbor’s soft voice singing Italian lullabies.

Once your little girl’s breath evens out, Melissa stops. She turns her head to look at you in the soft light that is trickling in from the moonlight, and she kisses you gently.

You wake up before your alarm feeling absolutely terrible- whatever Ellie has, so do you. You also wake up without your daughter on you. You poke your head up just slightly to see that your girl is now on the other side of your neighbor, curled into her tightly with the blankets up to her chin. And then you realize that your arm is slung around Melissa’s waist and holding onto her tightly. You let her go to roll onto your back- and then the sickness really does hit you.

How did you catch it so quickly? Ellie was hardly around you yesterday, instead choosing to be held by her new favorite person.

The cough that you let out is horrendous, and it wakes Melissa with a small jolt.

“Sorry,” you rasp out.

She turns just her head, still holding your sleeping daughter to her chest. “You caught it.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “But I’ll be fine.”

“No you will not be,” she rolls her eyes. “You’ll be staying home so you and your daughter can rest.”

“I don’t have any sub plans, so I have to just make do,” you cough out.

Those green eyes are rolled again. “I have sub plans from last year. I’ll put them in your room, because you are not going into school today.”

“Mel.”

She takes one hand away from around Ellie and lays it on your forehead and then on your cheek. “You’re already burning up.”

“I’ll be fine.” You go to sit up when a wave of nausea hits you, and you’re forced to lay back down. “How are you not dying right now?”

“Immune system of steel,” she chuckles out softly. “I already told you that.”

The alarm clock in your room goes off, and Ellie opens one eye before curling into the redhead even more.

“I have to go to work, sweetheart,” Melissa tells her gently. “You gotta let me up.”

“I go see Mrs. Howard?” your daughter asks sleepily.

The second grade teacher smiles softly. “No, hun. You’re gonna stay home with your momma today and get some rest.”

“But-”

“Cuddle with your momma,” Melissa directs her gently over her and into your arms. “She isn’t feelin’ too great either, so when I get home it’s snuggles and soup for both of you. Okay?”

Ellie hums and curls up against you. Melissa makes her way out quietly, but not before pressing a gentle kiss to your daughter’s head and then one to your own. Even in your sickly state, you can’t help but smile softly. You’re asleep with your little girl before she even leaves the apartment complex.

The next time you open your eyes, the clock is reading 11:30. Ellie is sitting up and playing with her dolls next to you quietly. She beams over at you when she sees that you’ve finally risen.

“You feelin’ better, baby?” you croak out.

She nods. “All better!” That makes you smile- having a sick child is never fun. And, if she’s feeling better today, the chances of you feeling okay or at least better tomorrow are much higher. 

You manage to get yourself out of bed to make your child lunch, but even then it’s really only to heat up the soup that Melissa had made last night before laying on the couch.

Ellie plays with her toys on the floor before curling up with you and acting as your human blanket while she watches cartoons- you don’t have it in you to entertain her with anything other than a screen right now.

The next thing you know, Ellie is quietly climbing off of you to open the door for no other than Melissa Schemmenti.

You peel your eyes open to see her making her way in. 

“How’re you feelin’?” she asks you, although Ellie answers.

“I’m all better!” she grins a toothy grin. “But Momma is not feelin’ good. She sleeped all day.”

“Slept,” the two of you correct her gently at the same time.

“Why don’t you come spend some time over at my place while we let your momma rest?” the redhead suggests gently.

Ellie nods eagerly before looking at you, but you’re half asleep again. Melissa takes it upon herself to just lift your little girl onto her hip and take her across the hall.

You only stir when your neighbor brings your sleeping girl back over.

“Oh, god,” you groan. “I’m a terrible mother.”

“No you’re not,” Melissa scolds you softly. “Let me just put her to bed, and then I can take care of you a little more.”

“But she-”

“She’s fed, she’s in her pajamas and shouldn’t wake up through the night because I had her use the bathroom a couple times before we settled on the couch, and she’ll be ready to go to school with me tomorrow if you’re still feeling under the weather.”

“You’re the best,” you cough a few times as the redhead heads in the direction of your daughter’s room.

She returns a few minutes later, although she passes you and heads straight for the kitchen. She comes sauntering back in a few minutes later with a hot cup of tea for you, which you take gratefully.

“You’re cute when you’re sick,” she notes softly as she sits next to your head. She pats her lap gently, and you move so you’re resting your head on her.

“No I’m not,” you laugh softly. “Jesus, I feel like shit.”

“I’m sorry you still feel like crap.” She looks down at you with so much love in her eyes before pressing her warm hand to your forehead. “Good news is your fever broke.”

“Thank God,” you mumble. “Who was my sub today, and were the kids okay?”

“Ava,” the woman tells you. “But they did great with her. I told them I would let you know how wonderful they were and that they definitely deserve a class compliment star.”

“That’s so good,” you sigh softly as you sit up to sip the tea. You make a face. “I don’t have honey?”

“I bought some on my way home today,” she waves you off. “You’re gonna need it.”

“Thank you,” you mumble as you lay back down.

The two of you watch television for a bit before the redhead can feel your breath evening out as you give back into your slumber. She glances down at you, soft smile appearing on her face as she realizes that she’s the lucky one that gets to take care of you and Ellie. Knowing that she should probably be getting ready for bed herself, she gathers you in her arms and takes you back into your bedroom. She lays you down gently before pressing a delicate kiss to your temple and pulling the blankets up to your chin. You shiver and wake when she’s turning away.

“Stay?” you request softly, catching her by the sweatshirt sleeve. She turns back with a smirk on her face before crawling into the other side of the bed with you.

You curl into her, desperately searching for some sort of warmth- you’re still freezing your ass off despite having spent all day in a sweatshirt, sweatpants, two pairs of socks, and your robe tied around you tightly.

“You’re still cold?” she raises a brow as she wraps her arm around you. You shrug. Before you know it, you’re asleep.

You wake up to Ellie whipping open the door. Her eyes are wide when she realizes that you and Melissa spent the night together without her. 

[shmaptainwrites]

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 [𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍]

PAIRINGS — James Wilson x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — James and Reader go to a medical conference together and are forced to share a room, but after one bad night's sleep a prank war is waged

WARNINGS — a stripper? porn mentions? ig?

NOTE — Okay for this one I gotta shout out @shots-of-wilson-and-whiskey for helping me work out some kinks with the ending and providing the middle picture, but I really love how this turned out and I hope you guys like this silly one shot as much as I do

“Jesus Christ you drive like a grandma,” you yawned, dragging your suitcase through the hotel doors. 

“I don’t drive like a grandma; I drive the speed limit,” James asserted and you rolled your eyes. 

“We would have been here ages ago if you’d let me take the wheel.” 

“No we would have been in body bags,” James retorted. “Come on, it’s late, let's just check into our rooms and get this over with.” 

You nodded in agreement and made your way over to the singular receptionist, informing her you had booked two rooms in advance under both yours and the hospital's name.

“Um, I’m only seeing one reservation here,” she said. “This is for the medical conference right?” 

You both nodded your heads, confused as to what could be happening. 

“If you don’t have another one under the hospital do you have a spare room? Anything will do, we can just expense it,” James suggested. 

“Unfortunately not,” the lady shook her head. “We’re fully booked. There’s just the one room.” 

You pursed your lips and looked over at James with a frown before turning your attention back to the receptionist. 

“So you’re telling me not only did I have to drive with grandma here all the way from New Jersey, now I have to sleep with him?” 

“I wish there was something we could do, maybe you can get your hospital to contact the hotel to get credit or some reimbursement.” 

“I think I’ll need psychiatric care for this, but thanks for the offer,” you said sarcastically, picking up your bag and moving away, letting James take care of the rest of the check in. After a few minutes, he came up to you and handed you a hotel key, pointing to the room number on it. 

“Psychiatric care? Was that really necessary?” he asked. “And you’ve slept on the couch in my office, this cannot be that bad.” 

“Yeah, but you weren’t on the couch with me genius,” you rolled your eyes. “This is gonna be a long few days.” 

“You’re telling me,” James raised his brows as you entered the elevator together. 

Once you got to your room, as if sharing wasn’t bad enough they put you in a cramped one with a queen sized bed. 

“I’m gonna choose to ignore the glaring close proximity of this space and go get ready in the washroom. Any objections?” 

James pressed his lips together and shook his head saying he’d get changed out in the room while you were in there. 

You took your time, so you’d have some excuse for acclimating yourself to your sleeping situation. Brushing your teeth and caring for your hair and skin made the extension of time a little easier to justify. When you were finally changed and completely ready, you unlocked the door and stepped out of the washroom watching as James’ eyes widened at the sight of you. 

“What is that on your head?” he pointed. 

“It’s a bonnet,” you said simply. 

“A bonnet? Like, as in baby’s bonnet?” 

“No,” you shook your head, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “A bonnet as in a hair bonnet so it doesn’t get frizzy when I sleep?” 

“And what’s that on your teeth?” he asked, noticing the other interesting contraption you had in your mouth. 

“A mouth guard, James, seriously are you gonna ask me where I got my pyjamas next?” 

“You talk with a lisp when that thing’s in your mouth,” he pointed as he walked past you to the washroom.

“Yeah, thanks Captain Obvious,” you rolled your eyes and moved over to the bed, pulling back the blankets and slipping underneath the covers. 

You glanced at the clock and saw the late time, figuring it was probably a good idea to get some sleep since you’d have an early morning. How naive you were. 

It took James less than ten minutes to be done with what he needed to do in the washroom before he came to join you and it took even less time for him to fall asleep. 

And with sleep came the most monstrous snores you’d ever heard. You weren’t sure how much time had passed but it could have been an eternity of you staring up at the ceiling, your eyes twitching, wishing for sleep, but unable to rest while laying down next to a fog horn. 

Eventually you figured your best bet was to either suffocate yourself or James with a pillow, but settled instead on using it to cover your ears. 

When the sun peeked through the curtains and you could feel James shift next to you, you turned around to watch him closely while he woke up. 

“Good morning?” he yawned and looked at you with a hint of confusion. 

“Yeah, maybe for you,” you scoffed. 

“You look like hell,” he commented, noticing the tiredness in your eyes and sluggishness of your demeanour. 

You didn’t say anything, simply throwing the pillow in his face before getting up and pulling off your bonnet and mouthguard. 

“Where are you going?” James asked. 

“I’ll see you at breakfast,” you waved at him and grabbed your hotel key and a coat, not bothering to change out of your sweatpants before leaving the room. 

James spent the rest of the morning a little confused by your actions, but he put it behind him and instead took a quick shower, getting dressed, brushing his teeth, and shaving before heading downstairs for the hotel’s breakfast. 

It was there that he ran into you, still in a sleep t-shirt and sweatpants with a large jacket overtop. 

“Where did you go?” he asked, walking up to you. 

“To get you these,” you threw him a box and he caught it with a slight fumble before looking down to see what it was.

“Nose strips? Why?” 

“Because you snore louder than my maternal grandfather mixed with a foghorn. That’s why.” 

James looked offended, “I do not snore,” he insisted.

“You think I would look like this if you didn’t, Wilson?” you pointed to yourself. 

“I’ve had three wives, I think one of them would have told me about this,” he said. 

“Well maybe you developed sleep apnea, I don’t know,” you threw your hands up in the air. “Just use the nose strips and go to the sleep clinic when we get back to New Jersey. Wouldn’t want wife number four dealing with that.” 

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” he said, shoving the small box in his pocket. 

“I couldn't care less, I am running on zero hours of sleep so what you are gonna do is get me something to eat so I can take a shower and pop back three caffeine pills and hope for the best.” 

James didn’t have much of a chance to argue with you so he listened, making you a breakfast sandwich and wrapping it in some napkins before moving to go eat his own food. 

When you came back downstairs, you looked a lot better. James assumed the shower had helped a little bit with waking you up, but getting through a whole day of seminars would be tricky. 

“You feeling better?” he asked, handing you the sandwich. 

“I will after I drink this,” you held up an energy drink, but James quickly snatched it from you, reading the caffeine content. 

“How many pills did you take?” he asked. 

“I don’t know like four?” you said. 

“You can’t drink this, you’re gonna have a heart attack,” he said, throwing the drink in the trash. 

“Wilson!” you whined. “That was my wake up juice.” 

“I’ve seen you pull an all nighter and then do back to back cancer patient consults, you’re going to be fine,” he assured you. “I have to make sure I get you back to New Jersey in one piece.” 

“That’s rich coming from the person who broke me in the first place,” you snorted and James rolled his eyes before nudging you and motioning for you to follow him into your first seminar room. 

You were greeted first by some of the people at the registration table as you grabbed your schedules and name tags, hanging them around your neck. 

“Are you planning on going to Dr. Joyner’s talk on this new joint treatment?” James asked, pointing to his schedule. 

“I don’t know, I just figured I’d follow you around everywhere,” you admitted. “You know I hate coming to these things, I only do it because I have to.” 

“I thought you were coming to support me,” he frowned. 

“Well, yeah that too I guess,” you waved your hand dismissively. “But otherwise Cuddy forced me to come so here I am.” 

“Well, I think we should go because it might be a good thing to introduce for some of our breast cancer patients,” he explained. 

“Whatever you say Dr. Wilson,” you sighed. 

Your disinterested nature was, however, somewhat of a farce. In reality you did think Dr. Joyner’s treatment methods had proven to be very successful and could be worth applying in your own practice, but if you seemed too happy and excited your eventual retaliation against James for your lack of sleep last night combined with him throwing out your energy drink would seem less justified. 

The talk was interesting just as you had predicted and you and James both took ample notes, planning to corner Dr. Joyner to get her information to ask further questions about how it might look to implement the treatment at Princeton Plainsboro. 

“I have to moderate a panel during the next block,” James said. “Do you want to come, or is there another session that interests you more.” 

“No I’ll come with,” you nodded, sensing this would be the time to seize your opportunity. 

It was simple, silly even, because sitting in the second row from the front gave you just enough cover to discreetly flip off James as he was talking, making him look at you incredibly confused and lose his train of thought. 

“Dr. WIlson?” one of the panelists asked. “Is everything okay?” 

“Yes, sorry,” James apologized, hoping the red tinge on his ears wasn’t noticeable. He continued speaking but kept looking back over at you, knowing he couldn’t do anything without a whole room of doctors seeing. 

You seemed to have distracted James enough for there to be a few embarrassing moments where he fumbled over his words, possibly thinking in his mind what he could do to get back with you, but drawing a blank and in turn getting distracted from his job of fielding questions for the panelists. 

After the session was over and you broke off for lunch, James came to find you only to see you had slipped away into the masses, all a part of your design of course. 

Knowing he would want an explanation for your behaviour you figured you’d grab your food first and sit down, waiting for him to find you. 

Just as you had predicted, he found you and pulled out the seat next to you, sitting down. 

“What the hell was that for?” he asked. “Is this still about the snoring? I told you I don’t snore.”

“Actually,” you said loudly. “This is about the fact that you gave me-,” 

James quickly rushed forward and covered your mouth, knowing whatever could come out of it would not be good so you fought back by stomping down on his foot, watching as he let out a loud enough yelp to cause some heads to turn. 

You removed his hand from your mouth and said, 

“The finger was for all the snoring, that was for my energy drink.” 

“You’re a child,” he winced in pain, holding his foot in his hands. “A child with a mean stomp.” 

“I’m just evening out the scales Wilson, don’t worry, we’re even now.” 

“Oh no,” he shook his head. “You better watch your back, this is not over.” 

You smirked, “Am I sensing we’re about to make this conference ten times more interesting.” 

“To stay on theme, you started it,” he stuck his tongue out and you grabbed it before he could pull it back into his mouth. 

“Don’t underestimate me, Wilson. You forget I have to sleep in the same bed as you. Nowhere is safe.” 

You let go and wiped your hand off on his shirt before turning back to your food. This is exactly what the weekend needed. Just a little bit more entertainment. 

You were on your guard for the rest of the day, watching James’ every movement, but nothing ever came. 

Even once you had made your way back upstairs to your room and were getting ready side by side in the washroom, there wasn’t even the simplest retaliation or splashing water on you from the faucet. 

“What’s that?” James asked, pointing to the container you were holding. 

“Oh it’s just a serum,” you shrugged. “You should try it.”

“I’m good thanks,” he shook his head and looked back at his toothbrush. 

You weren’t gonna take no for an answer. 

“Come on James it’s not battery acid,” you rolled your eyes, trying to squeeze some from the dropper on his face but he quickly covered himself and tried to push you away, but wasn’t fast enough to see your hand coming from the opposite direction, squirting the solution all over his face. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, while you grinned in victory, rubbing in the serum over his forehead and cheeks. 

“Why are you like this?” he asked. 

“I thought you knew, we’ve been friends for long enough,” you chuckled. “Come on, today was boring, let me have some fun and do your skincare.”

“And why should I trust you with glycolic acid near my face?” he asked. 

“Oh, someone knows their stuff,” you chuckled. “You should trust me because it’s like only 7% strength and won’t hurt you unless it gets in your eyes or mouth or you have a sunburn.”

James opened his eyes again and couldn’t help but smile a little when he saw how much fun you were having. If anything it would help take his mind off his big presentation the next day. 

“Alright, you win this time,” he said. “But don’t think I’m gonna make this a habit.”

“That’s what they all say, just wait, you’ll change your mind.”

You got him to lean against the counter, pulling out a few things from your makeup bag and then taking the next thing out putting some of the solution on your hands before rubbing it under his eyes and around his forehead. 

“Hey watch it,” he swatted your hand that looked like it was coming for his eye. 

“Oh stop, I was just trying to smooth out your eyebrows,” you squished his cheeks with your fingers. 

Next was an exfoliating scrub and you watched as he scrunched his nose at the feeling on his skin. 

“Stop being such a baby,” you chuckled. “It’s not that bad.”

“Yeah, well excuse me for not thinking this is the sequence of events that would occur when I heard we’d need to share a room.”

You smiled to yourself, “Me neither, but this is kind of fun. Like a sleepover.”

James rolled his eyes at your comment.

“Yeah for you maybe. It feels like my face is getting molested right now.”

“Stop being so whiny,” you flicked his cheek. “Now wash your face off.”

He happily obliged, getting all the gritty textured product off his face before letting you do the finishing touches. 

It seemed to be taking a while so James decided to ask, 

“Are you done yet?”

“I’ve been done for five minutes,” you chuckled. “I’ve just been rubbing moisturizer all over your face to see how long you’d let me go for.”

James glared at you with a small hint of amusement in his eyes before turning around to leave, escorted out by your giggles. 

You finished getting ready in the washroom, only coming out when you realized you didn’t know where your bonnet was. 

“Wilson, have you seen my bonnet?” you peeked your head out of the washroom and asked. 

Seeing it on the bed he grabbed it and brought it over to you, placing it on your head and over your eyes like an oversized hat. You lifted it up to get a better look at him, noticing he was wearing one of the nose strips you bought him alone with a pair of glasses. 

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” you commented. 

“I don’t,” he said simply. “I wear contacts, this is just for the evenings.”

“The things you learn when you’re forced to share a room with your colleague,” you hummed while adjusting the bonnet on your head. After you were content with its placement, you went to join James in the bed, both of you taking a moment to really observe the other and all of their sleeping gear. 

“You know I thought I was high maintenance,” James noted. 

It may have looked like overkill, but it never felt like overkill when an eye mask and some ear plugs would give you a good night’s sleep. 

“Yeah, you still look like a grandma,” you retorted, mostly a comment on him doing the crossword in bed with his glasses perched lower down on his nose. 

Climbing into the bed you turned off the lamp on your side and lowered your eye mask, allowing James to continue his crossword while you slept. You wished him a goodnight with a yawn and figured that would be the end of it. And it was…until it wasn’t. 

— 

“Wilson, what the hell did you do?” you asked harshly, coming over to him at breakfast and holding out your ringing phone. “Non-stop since six in the morning!”

“You haven’t picked them up?” he asked. “What if it’s an emergency? You really should take care of that,” he said while serving himself some fruit salad. 

With the next ring you caved, wondering exactly what it was he had done and when you listened to the person talking on the other side your eyes went wide before hanging up the phone. 

“I need to change my number,” you said, shocked. “You put out an ad for me? What the hell did it say?” 

“Oh, I don’t know who did it,” he lied. “But I think I came across something that said: Call me to make your dreams come true. 100% satisfaction guaranteed.”

“Oh my God! Ew, ew, ew! Wilson that is messed up!” 

“I didn’t do it,” he continued lying. 

“Oh cut the crap,” you rolled your eyes. “You picked a bad day to retaliate. Remember, you’ve got your presentation which means I have the upper hand.” 

James looked at you warningly, 

“You asked for it, Wilson. Prepare to deal with the consequences,” you pinched his cheek and left to go and grab some breakfast and then deal with your phone company to try and change numbers. 

As if James was not already nervous for the presentation of his paper, you had just gravely upped the stakes. 

He was the first speaker of the day so he decided to get in early, only to see you chatting with one of the organizers. He quickly walked over to meet you, but before he got there you had shaken the organizers hand and a deal was sealed. 

“Ah Dr. Wilson, I just met your colleague here,” Dr. Mwanza smiled. “She just offered to do the introductions for you this morning.” 

“Oh, great,” he forced a smile, trying to seem pleased with the outcome, knowing it couldn’t be good for him. 

“You made the right decision, Dr. Mwanza. No one knows James here like I do,” you wrapped an arm around James’ shoulder and kissed his cheek, watching as he turned beet red from the contact. 

“Well, you two seem very close. I can’t see anyone more fitting for the job.” 

You smiled and waved goodbye and watched as the hall began to fill with more and more doctors. 

“You ready, Wilson?” 

“Not anymore,” he groaned and went up to the stage where his notes were, preparing himself for whatever it was you were planning on throwing at him. 

Within the next ten minutes, everyone had returned from breakfast and were sitting in their seats, waiting for things to begin. 

Dr. Mwanza handed you a microphone and you stood up on the stage, looking back at James who was wringing his hands in his seat. 

“Good morning everyone,” you welcomed and began introducing yourself. “I’m here today to introduce you to my colleague, Dr. James Evan Wilson, who has done some fascinating research on cancer patient care. Now since you guys don’t know James here like I do, I’ll stick to the highlight reel and then we can let him talk.”

There was a small chuckle from the audience before you continued. 

“James went to McGill for his undergraduate and then proceeded to do medical school at Columbia and then a specialization in oncology at UPenn. He’s worked at Princeton Plainsboro for the past ten years and is the head of the department while also simultaneously providing consultations for the diagnostic team. On a more personal level, he’s painfully single and looking for a real connection so make sure to corner him at lunch if you know what I mean.” 

James simply squeezed his eyes shut and prayed you wouldn’t say more, but it still kept coming. 

“But if snoring is a deal breaker for you, you may want to skip out on that. Anyways, I’ve probably embarrassed him enough for now, so I’d like you to join me in welcoming Dr. James Wilson.”

The room clapped and James used whatever energy he had left in him to stand up and move forward, taking the microphone from you with a glare and then fixing it to the stand on the podium while you sat behind him on one of the chairs on the stage. 

As much as James was embarrassed by your previous comments, at least you hadn’t undermined his work, so he used his best acting skills and began to share about his paper and all of the research he had been doing over the past few years. 

When his talk was finished there was a period for asking questions and you could sense James wanted to drag things out as long as possible so he wouldn’t have to deal with the fallout of your comments about being single. 

Either way, a break finally had to come and his presentation came to an end, allowing you to finally see the fruits of your labour. 

It felt as if for the rest of the day there was a line of people waiting to talk to James, granted a few had questions about his paper that they wanted to discuss further, but most were testing the waters to see if getting a date was a possibility. 

After maybe the 20th person had come up to talk to him, he finally started saying something else, seeing an opportunity to get back at you. 

He waited until you were around to put his plan into play, coming up to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

“Wilson, what are you doing?” you asked. 

“Payback,” he whispered, kissing your cheek before turning your chin so you were looking back at him. Your foreheads were now resting against each other and he quietly whispered. “You forgot we have witnesses who’ve seen us go into the same room and I’m a very convincing actor. Now everyone’s gonna wonder why you told the whole room your boyfriend was painfully single.”

“Well played, Wilson. Game recognizes game. And just because you figured out a way to weasel yourself out of this, I’ll let you have it, no fighting back.”

“Good because I’d probably get a pretty bad reputation and then get reported to Cuddy for harassment otherwise,” he reflected. 

“Yeah, I’m not that mean,” you patted his cheek. “But as usual-,” 

“Watch my back, you’ve got something else up your sleeve. Well, so do I.” 

“Best conference ever,” you grinned and James chuckled at your childish attitude. He would have been perfectly content taking in the content like the other doctors, but he had to admit this was a lot more fun and you brought a pretty good challenge.

By the end of the second day, you had managed to figure out to route all of your calls to James’ phone, forcing him to deal with the problem he had created for you, but he had also come back just as hard by sprinkling glitter in your purse when you weren’t looking, and knowing when you were in a rush to find something you’d dump it all out on your lap creating a mess that would be a nightmare to clean up. And as if the glitter wasn’t enough he told anyone who would listen that you’d visited a strip club last night. 

You walked back up to your hotel room after having gotten separate dinners, (you had called in for James’ reservation and pushed it by an hour), finding it hard to fight a smile while he looked at you extremely annoyed. 

“I don’t suppose you had anything to do with my reservation,” he asked you in the elevator. 

“A magician never reveals her secrets,” you shrugged. 

“I had invited Dr. Joyner out to dinner, but I’m guessing you didn’t know that,” he said. 

“No, but that makes it ten times better,” you laughed. “God what did you tell her?” 

“I didn’t know what the hell was happening, what was I supposed to tell her?” he asked. 

“Well if it was a date you could have used it as an excuse to go somewhere more intimate than the most crowded restaurant this side of Boston,” you shrugged. 

“It wasn’t a date,” he said when the elevator doors opened. 

“That look on your face is telling me otherwise,” you pointed to his red tinged ears. 

“It wasn’t a date,” he repeated. 

“Why are you so set on convincing me it wasn’t?” you turned around and asked him before entering your room. 

“I-You-,” he cut himself off and shut his mouth. 

“Smart move,” you raised your brows and unlocked the door, pushing it open. 

“What’s all this?” James asked, stepping inside, noticing a few balloons and streamers along with a container and gift bag on the counter. 

“Okay, I might have pushed your reservation because I felt bad for embarrassing you on your big day.”

“You did this? I thought you had dinner plans?” he asked. 

“This was it,” you motioned to the room. “Well I had to go out to get some of the stuff and then I got lost and hungry so I got some food and then I did this.”

James walked over to the container and opened it, seeing a small cake inside that was decorated with icing and read:

Congrats on the paper Dr. Wilson

“Awe, well I guess you do have a heart,” James chuckled. “Thank you, this is really sweet.” 

“Come on, we’re roommates,” you shrugged. “It was nothing.” 

“Should I open this too?” James asked motioning to the gift bag. 

You nodded your head and he peeked inside past the wrapping paper chuckling when he saw what was inside. 

“I had to find a build-a-bear for that,” you explained. “I had a vision and I had a feeling no one else would be able to execute it.” 

“A grandma doctor bear,” he said, pulling out the stuffed animal. “It’s perfect.”

He placed the plushie down next to the cake and came over to give you a big hug, followed by a kiss to your cheek. 

“Even though we’ve been kind of in the midst of a really intense prank war I am still really proud of you,” you said while he was still holding on to you. “And you’re right, I didn’t come here because Cuddy forced me to, I wanted to be here when you had your moment, even though I kind of ruined it.” 

“No, you didn’t ruin it,” he assured you. “It wasn’t lost on me how you didn’t insult my practice or my intelligence, just my personal life.” 

“Yeah, cause that’s so much better,” you laughed, finally pulling away from the hug. 

“In this case, it was probably the nicest way you could have embarrassed me,” he tapped your nose with his finger. “And I’ve had a lot of fun, probably more fun than if we hadn’t started this ridiculous back and forth.” 

“So are you saying the game’s still on?” you asked. 

“Oh, definitely,” he nodded. “It’s not over until we’ve checked out of the hotel.” 

“And that is the best present you could have given me, you big snoring grandma doctor,” you hugged him again and he shook his head with a chuckle. “Now come on, let’s stop wasting time and eat this cake, according to the receptionist it's from the best bakery in Boston.” 

You grabbed two forks from the table and handed one to James while he took the cake and brought it over to the bed, holding the container in one hand while you both went for it and took large bites of the rich dessert. 

“This more than makes up for all the pranks, I’m gonna forgive you right now for all the stuff you have up your sleeve before you even do it.” 

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked, your mouth full of cake, completely distracted by the dessert. 

“Nothing,” James chuckled and watched as you grabbed another big forkful and offered it to him. 

He tried to fit it all in his mouth, but you had overestimated his jaw capacity and he was only able to get so much in before the rest fell back into the container. 

You pressed your lips together trying to bite back a laugh at the sight of James’ overstuffed cheeks and it seemed like he was trying to do the same, only worse because he ended up spitting some cake crumbs on you. 

“Jesus, James,” you groaned with a laugh, wiping the crumbs off your face. “That was gross.” 

He retorted with a garbled response you couldn’t understand because of the food in his mouth and your confused features prompted him to swallow before speaking again. 

“I’m sorry, but you just shoved half a cake into my mouth,” he chuckled. 

“What happened to gratitude, I was feeding you, it’s a sign of love,” you exaggerated and so he copied your actions, getting a large piece on his fork and holding it up for you to eat, which you did much more masterfully than he did. 

“There,” he said. “Is that enough love for you?” 

“Plenty,” you nodded your head and watched as he placed the container down on the bed with his fork inside before reaching out for your face wiping some icing from beside your lips with his thumb. “Thanks,” you smiled, hoping he couldn’t feel your cheeks heat up slightly by his actions. 

By the time the cake was half finished, you both couldn’t eat another bite and decided to save some for your last evening in the hotel. 

After packing things up in the mini fridge, you began your routine for bed, watching as James stood in front of the mirror and carefully laid a strip across his nose before taking off his contacts and putting on his glasses instead. 

“What are you looking at?” he asked. 

“Nothing,” you shrugged. “You just look cute like that.” 

“Cute?” he raised a brow and looked over at you and you nodded. 

“Like a little kicked puppy.”

“That’s cute?” he now became concerned with your comparison. “Kicked puppies are not cute, that's just sad.”

“Now you definitely look like one,” you pointed to his distressed face and he pressed his lips into a line, unimpressed. 

“Just be quiet and put your mouthguard in.”

“That doesn’t shut me up, James, just gives me a lisp.”

“Yeah, and it makes you look like a dork,” he retorted. 

“That’s rich coming from the guy with glasses and a nose strip.” 

He chose to ignore your comment, knowing the banter would go on forever if he didn’t, and instead focused on brushing his teeth and then climbing into bed with a crossword puzzle. 

A short while after, you followed, climbing in on your side and turning so you could face James, observing him with his newspaper. 

A part of you wanted to make a comment about his grandmotherly behaviour, but you settled on watching him for a few moments before pulling your eye mask over your face and going to sleep. 

James turned his head towards you as soon as he didn’t feel your gaze on him any more. He smiled to himself, content with the scene in front of him.

—

“When did you even have time to do this?!” 

You tried to bite back a laugh while putting on a touch of concealer under your eyes while looking into a small portable mirror you had brought with you. 

James’ annoyed voice from the bathroom was only amplified when he walked out and saw your facade slowly start to crumble at the sight of him with baby powder blown all over his face and hair. 

“I just took a shower.” 

“Are you sure, cause you’ve got a little something…” you motioned to his face and he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply before letting out a cough from inhaling some of the powder. 

“You’re getting me breakfast,” he said simply, returning to the washroom to take a second shower. 

You burst out laughing once he had fully re-entered the washroom, taking a minute before continuing to get ready and then go downstairs and get some breakfast for you both. 

Meanwhile, upstairs James was planning his comeback, figuring it would be good to go out with a bang. 

You were totally unsuspecting, sitting in the first session, twiddling your thumbs while James took notes from the speaker. 

You wished the speaker would talk about something more interesting so it would be easier to fight off the sleep that was coming, but before that could happen a man with a package went up to the organizer and whispered something in his ear. They paused the speech and the man made an announcement asking if you were in the room. 

Confused, you raised your hand while he informed you that he had a package for you. 

Unfortunately, by the time you realized what was happening, it was too late and the strip club music began to play while the man undressed in front of you. 

You turned over to look at James, mortified, but he simply pulled out a digital camera and snapped a picture of what was happening while you gathered your senses and stood up, pushing the mostly unclothed man in front of you away and informing him he needed to leave. 

James had his lips pressed together to hide a smile and you gingerly apologized to everyone for the mistake before sitting back down, wishing the ground would swallow you up whole. 

“I am never going to live that down,” you whispered harshly to James. 

“Thought we needed to end the conference with a bang,” he shrugged. “Don’t worry I told Cuddy to take you out of the conference rotation for a while so people forget about it by the next time we’re at one of these things.” 

“Oh, you’re such a saint,” you said sarcastically. 

You were thankful that since it was the last day the conference was scheduled to end a little earlier so you could go out, get a nice dinner and pretend to forget about that fact that James had called a stripper for you in the middle of a panel.

As an apology, James offered to pay for dinner and you didn’t hesitate to accept the offer, because as much as you both took a shine to pranking each other and making each other miserable, there was always something to sweeten the deal at the end. 

“God, all that pranking was exhausting,” you sighed while making the walk back to the hotel, arm in arm with James. 

“Maybe we should watch a movie or something to relax?” he suggested. “There must be something good on pay-per-view.” 

“I could get behind that,” you nodded. “Get ready, watch a movie, and then an early night?” 

“Yeah to go along with waking up early in the morning to drive back to Jersey.” 

You chuckled a little and removed your arm from being linked with his, instead grabbing his hand out of his pocket and dragging him toward the hotel, not wanting to waste any time getting into more comfortable clothes. 

You unlocked the door to the hotel room, letting out a surprised squeal when you felt James hands on your lower back tickling you and pushing you into the room. 

You grabbed your pyjamas and quickly ran off to the washroom before James could and got changed, removing your makeup and putting your hair in your bonnet. 

When you came out, James was already changed and ready, flipping through the movie options to see what was available. 

“Hey, why does it say I rented six hours worth of porn?” he looked over at you and you pressed your lips together shrugging innocently. “You know that gets charged to the hospital, Cuddy is gonna see this.” 

“I think I did what I had to do to get back at you for what you did this afternoon. You really thought I was gonna let you have the last laugh?” you asked, sitting on your side of the bed. “And the room was originally under your name so she won’t think it’s me so don’t try and flip this around on me.” 

“Just for that I get to pick the movie and we’re watching your least favourite,” he flipped through the options and clicked on a movie he knew you hated, and before your could protest and grab your earplugs and eye mask he confiscated them saying you could get them back when the movie was over. You’d have to suffer through it. 

Neither of you enjoyed the movie that evening, but you loved the back and forth nevertheless, no moment was safe, there was always a chance one of you would disturb the other’s peace. 

After the movie was over, James went straight to bed while you stayed up just a little bit later, neatly packing some of your things away and as you watched James curled under the blankets you felt your hand grab a pen and paper from the desk and beginning to write a note, folding it nicely and putting it in James’ bag for him to find later, finally ready to spend one last night in this godforsaken hotel before heading back home to New Jersey.

—

“Have you seen my wallet, I can’t find it anywhere?” James asked, patting down his pockets to make sure he hadn’t put it there and forgotten. 

“Did you check your work bag?” you asked, gathering your things together. 

He shook his head and stuck his arm in his bag, digging around for his wallet until he felt something a little unfamiliar, looking down and noticing a paper he hadn’t seen before. 

Curiously, he pulled it out and unfolded it, reading its contents quietly out loud. 

“Dear James, I’m not normally shy, but spending time with you these past few days has shown me something that I think I could get used to seeing. You probably haven’t heard this a lot, but I think you’re as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside. The way you carry yourself, your eloquence, your demeanor, are all things that have inspired me to write to you. I’m not very good at expressing myself in words so I hope this short poem will do the trick. Roses are red, violets are blue, I think I’ve fallen in love with you. Love, your secret admirer.”

James looked at the paper confused then up at you with a disappointed look in his eyes. 

“Seriously? Another one, I thought you got me last night?” he asked. “This is a little much, a secret admirer, like who would even…” his voice trailed off as he watched you look at him. He had to admit the look you were giving him was similar to what you’d look like when you’d bested him in a prank, but there was a hint of something else past your eyes that he hadn’t quite noticed until now. “Wait…this is from you. Like really from you.” 

You nodded your head slowly, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“You mean it?” 

You nodded your head again. 

“Seriously?” 

Your lips were pressed in a thin line when you nodded your head for a third time. 

Instead of addressing you, James pulled out his phone and dialled a number. You were about to turn around and pretend the whole interaction hadn’t happened when you felt your phone buzz in your purse. 

Grabbing it, you saw James’ number flash on the screen so you answered it, albeit confused. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, um I saw your ad in the paper,” he started. “It said you could make my dreams come true, but I was wondering if maybe I could make yours come true too?” 

Your hand flew to cover your mouth as you began to laugh and James dropped his work bag on the ground, tossing his phone on the bed and coming over to you pulling you in by the waist and pressing a firm kiss to your lips, only to be broken up by giggles and laughter on both your parts. 

You tossed your phone on the bed next to James’ and instead held his face in your hands, pressing repeated kisses to his lips, loving the way you could feel them pull into a smile against your own. 

“Does this mean I get to see you again with all your sleep gear?” he asked between kisses, making you laugh again. 

“Only if you get a C-PAP machine.” 

“Deal,” he chuckled. “Hey, I’ve got a poem for you.” 

“What is it?” you asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Roses are red, violets are blue, I feel pretty lucky that you fell in love with me too.” 

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Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: The night of the hockey formal. Chaos ensures of course, because nothing's that easy with this group!

word count: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ series general language & mature themes (p in v, fingering, kissing, praise, unprotected, slight hair pulling).

note: hope you enjoy my loves 😘

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previous chapter ~ Ch. 5: Formal ~ next chapter

“How’s the studying going?” Helaena asks, looking up from her book.

You’ve been sitting with her in the student lounge for about an hour now, staring at your phone. Aegon’s text messages have been on your mind for a while now. Not that he’s been responding. He’s been MIA since the neon party.

“Y/N,” Helaena says as you continue to stare, brows furrowed together. 

Helaena closes her book loudly, but still, you fail to look up. Where is he?

“Y/N!” Helaena says, louder this time. 

You blink rapidly, locking your phone and smiling apologetically. 

“Sorry, what Hel?” you ask.

“How’s studying? With Egg?” Helaena asks. 

The feeling of his lips on your returns, the feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth. The cool metal of his tongue ring. His lips. Fuck, his lips. An ache grows between your legs, and your mind flashes to the memory of riding his thigh. 

“Studying’s going great,” you manage to say, forcing a smile on your face.

You send Aegon another text. 

“Are you excited for formal?” Helaena asks, eyes flickering from your face to your phone, “Who’s got you so grumpy?” 

“What?” you say looking up, “No one, shit, just Sara. Um-” you rub a hand over your face, “Yeah, yeah formal should be fun!”

“Egg looks forward to it every year,” Helaena muses, “I hear he’s taking Lydia Tyrell.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, but you try to ignore the hot flash of jealousy that rolls through you. Helaena’s brother. Off-limits. 

“That’s nice,” you tell her, “They make a cute pair.”

“Yeah,” Helaena says snorting, “For however long Egg holds onto her.”

You frown.

“What do you mean?”

Helaena closes her book, folding her hands on top of one another.

“Aegon is a manwhore,” she tells you, “He chooses a pretty, desperate girl, lavishes her with attention, and then throws her to the curb when he’s done.”

Your throat tightens at her words. 

“He chews them up and spits them out,” Helaena continues, “My brother’s not the nicest guy to fool around with. Not that any of my friends have to worry about that. I’d kill him.”

Shit. 

You force a smile.

“You would?” you ask nervously, and Helaena nods.

“Did I ever tell you about Cassandra? My best friend in high school?”

You shake your head and Helaena sighs.

“Aegon broke her heart. Shattered it into a million tiny pieces. She never spoke to me again,” Helaena tells you. 

Your heart nearly stops beating at her words. 

“My best friend,” Helaena says, enunciating the words, “Aegon doesn’t think about anyone but himself. Love him, but he’s got issues.”

Nervousness swirls in your stomach. Helaena tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, sighing and shaking her head.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Hel,” you tell her. 

“Me too,” Helaena says, placing her cheek in her hand and reading her textbook.

It’s settled. You need to pursue this thing with Cregan. Aegon is off-limits. 

Later in the day, you and Sara get ready together doing your makeup in front of your floor-length mirror. Sara chose a skin-tight red dress that looks amazing on her. 

Your dress is in deep forest green, hugging your curves perfectly. Sara’s eyes bug out of her head when you exit your room.

“Cregan’s going to cream his pants,” she says, wolf-whistling at you.

“I sure hope so,” you say, snickering slightly. 

You look your arm through hers, grab your purse, and exit the apartment. You’re supposed to meet at the hockey house, Sara offers to drive blasting your favorite songs all the while. When you park, you feel your skin prickle with nervousness, all the hairs on your arms standing at attention. 

Some guys stand outside, dressed in suits, sharing drinks. You spot Jace and Cregan standing on the front steps as you exit Sara’s car. She calls out to Jace, waving at the pair. You notice Aegon talking with some teammates, not acknowledging your arrival. 

“We got a limo together, to take us all,” Jace tells you, kissing Sara’s cheek. 

Cregan eyes light up as you appear, scanning you up and down. A wolfish grin appears on his face and he wets his lips. 

“You look great,” he tells you.

“So do you,” you say smiling. 

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Aegon says, arm slung over Lydia’s delicate shoulders.

He’s wearing an all-black suit, his silver hair slicked back. He gives you a sideways grin before looking away quickly. 

You all pile into the limo together, knees bumping against each other in the crowded space as music blasts from the speakers. Neon lights flash and a disco ball reflect the light in all directions.

Though Cregan and you make conversation you can’t help but watch Aegon and Lydia, who sits perched on his lap, with a ring-clad hand tightly gripping her upper thigh. His fingers play with the edge of her dress, slightly disappearing underneath it. 

Your eyes flicker to his face and you meet his violet eyes. He’s looking back at you. Flustered at being caught staring, you quickly lower your gaze, cheeks burning. 

The ride is pretty quick, and you don’t look at Aegon again. 

You all start to exit the limo, walking in pairs into the hotel. It’s fancy as hell, with a huge spiral staircase and grand chandelier sparkling in the foyer. Aegon has already disappeared inside, you catch a glimpse of Lydia’s auburn hair, Aegon’s hand pressed against her lower back. 

Cregan takes your arm, beginning to lead you up the stairs when your stomach drops.

“Shit,” you mumble, slapping your side.

“What’s up?” Sara says stopping, arm linked through Jace’s.

“I left my purse in the limo,” you tell them, smiling at Cregan apologetically.

“I can get it for you,” he says smiling.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, “I’ll be just a second, you guys head upstairs without me.”

“You’re sure?” he asks, squeezing your hand.

You nod, and they continue up the stairs without you.  

You walk back down the steps, goosebumps appearing the longer you’re in the cold air. You find the limo pretty quickly in the parking lot, the driver standing across the lot smoking a cigarette.

“Excuse me,” you tell her, “I left my purse inside.”

“No problem,” she says clicking the unlock, “go right ahead sweetheart.”

You give her a kind smile and continue walking to the limo. The door opens are you poke your head inside. The lights are still going, but no music plays now. It’s sort of spooky just multicolored lights flashing over the leather seats. 

You duck, but it's still incredibly spacious as you slide down the seat to where you had been seated with Cregan in the back. With no one else in the limo, it’s very roomy. Your purse lays squished between the cushions and you sling it on your arm when the door shuts behind you. 

Your head whips around, panic slicing through you until you see who it is. Aegon slouches against the seat, manspreading his legs as he leans his head back on the headrest of the seat. He watches you as he taps his fingers on the door. 

He’s wearing rings again.

Stop that. Bad girl. Go back to Cregan.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, not moving.

“What are you doing?” he playfully mimics, raising a brow and smiling widely.

You hold up your purse.

“Sure you’re not avoiding Stark?” he asks, wetting his lips.

You let out a sharp breath, laughing slightly.

“And why would I be doing that?”

“You tell me.”

You roll your eyes.

“I don’t have time for this Aegon, Cregan’s waiting for me.”

You start to scoot down the seat toward him. There’s no way out without passing over him. 

“Mhmm,” he answers, rubbing his eyes. He leaves his palm on top of his eyes. 

You stop scooting as you reach the corner next to him. 

“Are you avoiding someone?” you ask referring to his date. 

Aegon splays his fingers on his face, peering at you between the cracks of his fingers. 

“Maybe,” he says, lower lip jutting out into a pout.

You chuckle.

“Lydia Tyrell not doing it for you?” you ask, hoping the bitterness you feel isn’t evident in your tone.

“She’s nice enough,” he murmurs.

A moment of silence happens between you, the tension is palpable in the small space.

“She’s probably missing you about now,” you tell him.

“Told her I needed a smoke.”

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t.”

You laugh despite feeling bad for the abandoned Lydia. Aegon watches you laugh, a smile tugging at his lips. 

“You could have come alone,” you tell him, but he snorts.

Silence again. You feel the need to keep talking.

“How’s your studying?”

“You’re seriously asking me about studying right now?” he asks, hand falling from his face to his thigh.

“Should I be asking about something else?”

“You tell me, bunny.”

You stare him down for a moment, those violet eyes looking into your soul. Don’t be a pussy, you hear Sara’s voice in your head.

“Why did you kiss me?”

He smirks then, as though he was hoping you’d be brave enough to ask.

“To help you with Stark.”

“No,” you clarify, “At the neon party. You didn’t need to, but you did it anyway.”

Aegon continues to stare. 

“Maybe I just wanted to kiss you.”

Your face flushes. He’s wearing that damn earring again. Two of them. Both hoops, the one lower on his lobe holding some animal’s tooth. The multicolored lights dance across his features and it suddenly feels warm, too warm, like you’ll suffocate.

“Cregan is waiting for me,” you tell him, moving to leave.

Aegon takes this as defeat, nodding as you begin your exit. There’s no way to get past him, not without going over him. He leans up as you move one leg over him, basically straddling him. His hand glides over your leg and you freeze, hand gripping the headrest to help your balance. Your hair is brushing against his face, and you meet his eyes. He’s right in front of you, close enough to kiss. 

Your other hand is on the handle of the door.

His eyes flicker to your lips, just once, and your thighs give, crashing you into his lap. You gasp, feeling the hardness present between his legs, before he swallows the sound with his lips against yours. 

Your hand drops from the door tangling in hair as his hands slide under your ass. One hand snakes up your back, gripping the back of your neck keeping your mouth securely against his.

He tastes the same way he did the other night, he feels like he did that night. His lips are forbidden fruit, and you’re starving. Aegon’s hands are everywhere, sliding up your sides, squeezing at your breasts, your ass, your thighs, just constant pressure. His teeth sink into your lower lip and you moan into his mouth. 

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing you closer to him. 

His hands drop only so he can reach for his belt. You watch him unbuckle it. 

“We don’t have time,” you tell him, as he recaptures your lips.

“Sure we do,” he insists.

You whimper against him, dropping your hands to assist his efforts. Once his cock is freed, you wrap your hand around him and pump his length. Aegon groans as you do so before pushing your dress up around your waist. You’re all uncoordinated, limbs flailing all over the place, and you’re not sure how but Aegon manages to wrestle you out of your panties while you’re still on his lap. 

He swipes a finger through your slick folds, grinning as you spasm against him.

“Just fuck me,” you tell him, desperate to be quick.

Aegon playfully frowns.

“We’re not being that quick,” he says, sinking two fingers into your tight heat, “what, do you think I’m not a gentleman? Huh?”

The strangled noise that leaves you only fuels the fire of Aegon’s pride. You can feel the metal of his rings pressing into you, eliciting more erotic noises as he crooks his fingers in you just right. 

���You think after all this, I’m not gonna make you come?” Aegon teases.

“Fuuck,” you whine, grinding your hips against his fingers.

“Yeah, fuuck,” Aegon agrees, mimicking you; biting his lip, and nodding his head. 

He’s such an arrogant asshole. 

Your palm slams against the window as his thumb presses against your clit rubbing even little circles around the slick bundle of nerves. Thank the fucking gods the windows are tinted. Aegon chuckles at the state of you as he works his fingers in your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck, this pussy is gonna feel so good on my cock,” he murmurs.

“Aegon, oh fuck,” you squeak, walls clenching around his fingers.

“Soak my fingers, that’s it,” he encourages, unrelenting with his movements, “keep saying my name baby.” 

Your orgasm washes over you, sending you slumping against him as he moves to replace his fingers with his cock. 

“I’m on birth control,” you tell him, feeling the fat head of his cock spreading your lips.

He kisses your neck, nipping lightly.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

“All yours,” he tells you, and you lift your lips before sinking onto him. 

It takes no time at all to figure out Aegon likes to be vocal, not that you expected anything else. It’s all dirty praises wrapped between grunting, gasps, and moans as you ride him. The sounds of wet slapping echo throughout the limo, the smell of sex evident in the confined space. 

“Perfect fucking pussy,” Aegon murmurs, hands resting on your ass. 

Your dress is scrunched at your middle, tits out. His head is buried between them, voice muffled as he worships them with his mouth. He alternates licking the full mounds before taking your nipple in his mouth grazing it with his teeth and sucking, sending sparks of pleasure tricking down towards your navel. His mouth never leaves you, not even to come up for air, he simply traces his lips over your tits, through the valley between them to make sure he’s giving equal attention to each one.

The sensations are almost too much for you to handle, your thighs tremble, and sharp whimpers and whines leave your bruised lips. Your pussy clenches around him, feeling every vein, every curve of his thick length.

All you can do is moan, head thrown back as you bounce on his fat cock. He fills you so fucking perfectly, better than Jason, better than anyone. 

“Oh gods,” you moan, “Oh fuck.”

The tip of his cock is curved so perfectly, nudging against that sweet spongy spot that makes your breath leave you with each roll of your hips. 

“That’s it, come all over my cock,” Aegon says, “That’s my girl.”

You’re sent over the edge once more and feel his warm release soon after, as he spills inside of you with a breathy, whimpered, moan. Aegon captures your lips once more in a searing kiss, hands tangling in your hair. 

You breathe into each other for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. 

Oh fuck.

Aegon blinks rapidly and you shy away from his gaze. 

You reach for your panties but he stops your hand.

“I think I’ll keep those,” he says smiling, stuffing the lace into his pockets.

Your eyes are wide as he kisses you once more. When he pulls away he keeps his hands tightly on your jaw, just enough so you can’t look away from him.

“Now you go in there, dance with Cregan, and have a fucking ball with my cum dripping down your legs,” he purrs. 

Your lips are parted in shock, eyes wide and dumb.

“You hear me?”  

“Uh huh,” you answer. 

Aegon drags his thumb over the shape of your lips. 

“We got to go,” he tells you, as you rise from his softening cock.

You fix the straps of your dress and pull it down to cover your ass as he opens the door. Aegon exits first and holds a hand out to help you out. You take it, rising on shaky legs. 

“Let’s go,” he says grinning. 

He holds your hand until you enter the hotel, following him up the stairs and into the ballroom. He turns, winking at you, before strutting across the room to Lydia. 

Sara comes barreling over to you.

“Got your purse?” she says, her smile faltering as she sees your expression. 

“Bathroom, NOW,” you tell her, grabbing her hand. 

She follows your lead and you hurry to the restroom. 

“What is it?” Sara asks.

You can feel him running down your thighs. Sara raises an eyebrow.

“Sara,” you tell her, “Don’t freak out.”

She freaks out.

“You fucked him? Just now?” she hisses, eyes falling to your chest, “Oh shit, Y/N your chest-”

You rush to the mirror. Dark red blotches are forming from Aegon’s attention. You pull the collar of your dress up.

“Here,” Sara says, digging into your purse, “I put our concealers in here.”

“What the fuck do I do?” you ask as she uses her fingers to apply the makeup, “Shit, Helaena’s going to kill me, Cregan is going to kill me.”

“Do you like him?” Sara asks, “Aegon?”

“Um,” your head is spinning, “I mean. Yeah. But it's Aegon! Helaena literally was just telling me how horrible he is to girls.”

“Girl yikes,” Sara says shaking her head, “I mean, you’ve seen his track record.”

“Fuck,” you tell her, “So I should just forget this right? I mean it's probably a one-time thing, he probably doesn’t even like me-”

“You cannot tutor him anymore, he’s just going to keep fucking you,” Sara tells you, “Tell him to find someone else.”

Doesn’t sound like too bad of a deal, if you’re being honest. 

“But-”

“No,” she tells you firmly, “We are not having another Jason Lannister moment. Date Cregan. Fuck Cregan. A nice guy.”

You look at her wide-eyed. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” she tells you.

“It was really good.”

“Did you come?”

“Yeah,” you tell her nodding and biting your lip. 

“Fucking Aegon Targaryen,” she says shaking her head, “Okay, you’re good, let's get back out there.”

You go to the bathroom, wiping the remnants of Aegon’s release from your thighs with shaking hands. Sara’s right. 

You make your way to Cregan, he takes your hand spinning you around. You smile. He’s so nice, such a good guy. Jace and Sara dance next to you as a slow song begins to play. You loop your hands around Cregan’s neck, glancing behind him. 

Aegon’s leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face, hands stuffed in his pockets. He removes his left hand, slightly revealing the dark green lace of your panties before shoving them back in. Your eyes widen and he winks.

You have a feeling Aegon Targaryen is nowhere near done with you.

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[personwhowrites]

Okay. Last one!

(I just need this fluff for my heart)

S/o who admits to Price, ghost, Alejandro and Rudy that they see them as a father Figure and that they feel save and protected around them. (since they grew up without a dad)

I am so sorry it’s taken me forever to do your request! I loved making this, it warmed my heart since I know how it feels to grow up without a dad. Anyways! Lots of love for your patience Anon!- E <3

Father Figure

John Captain Price

He has seen your behavior in the past months how you become more closed and open to him.

It wasn’t a shocker to him when you admit that you see him as a father figure. He does smile at it and brings you into the bear hug.

He does tease you around the other men. Bragging about to them, slightly embarrassing you at times.

When you accidentally call him dad at a time in front of others he was dying of happiness, while you were dying of embarrassment.

He does have some daughter and father bonding training with you. Sometimes going easy on you make you feel more wanted and comfortable around him.

He accidentally keys it slip by calling you their kid while introducing you to other people.

“Dad! Hey can you get me that soda?” You say looking at your book. “Ple—“

“Dad?” Soap says looking at you then you realize the words you said.. “Woah that’s new y/n.”

“Here you go kiddo..” Price says handing you a soda. “We didn’t have grape.”

Simon Ghost Riley

He also noticed your strange admiration for him. Sometimes he would distance himself from you, knowing it hurt.

After you let it slip that you see him as a father figure he panics. He doesn’t know how to take in the news, he never expected that from you. Mostly he thought you saw price more as a father figure but instead you see him more as that.

It takes a long long times for him to finally accept the truth he’s a father figure to you.

It takes some times for him to feel comfortable around you. Knowing the fact you idolize him now, puts slightly more pressure on keeping you safe.

He does act like a dad when you two are alone. Teaching you everything he knows, making sure you can protect yourself if something happens to him.

The others do take note of this but don’t dare ask. They don’t want to ruin the value that ghost has for you.

“Now, steady.. breathe.” Ghost says helping you aim. “Look through the scope kid..”

“Right..” You mumble taking a small breath then take the shot. “Hell ya!”

“Nice.” Ghost says patting your back. “Real nice kid.”

Alejandro Vergas

It didn’t come to shocker to him. He could tell from the moment he met you. How you choose to leave Task Force 141 for his team. How your eyes shine the moment you joined them officially.

He even treated as one of his own kids. Blood or not you were his kid like or not.

The moment you let it slipped you see him as a father figure he was happy. Even throwing a party in your honor for finally being his kid. No one really question it.

He does also train you, wanting you to always be safe if one day things get bad with the Cartel and he doesn’t come back. Like Ghost he acts more of a father figure in private.

He does big you a lot of hugs, ruffles your hair every time he sees you. Slightly brags to your old team, just not too much since he knows they miss you deeply.

He does take a lot of photo of you and gives you the biggest praises for the smallest things.

“And… done!” You say placing the gun down. “All clean and put back together!”

“Vamos!” Alejandro yells giving you a hug. “Tu eres lo mejor!!” (Let’s go!, you are the best!)

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

He was slightly surprised when you ask to stay with them. Leaving the Task Force 141 for them was a big deal, sure you have long talks about with him but he never actually thought you would go through it.

He always saw how you would admire Alejandro, slowing connecting every he thought you father figured Alejandro. Yet you let it slip when you’re drunk, how you seem like a father you wish you had as a kid.

Alejandro is slight sour about it, but seen Rodolfo happy and lets it go. After that drunk confession he never lets you out of your sight and stays near you 24/7. Need to talk to someone about a problem? Boom! His right there waiting to be talked to.

He doesn’t care about showing father figure in public. The others in the team notice and bring it up to Alejandro who tells them to leave it.

Like Price he gives you bear hugs, knowing you live them secretly. He loves it when you call him Papa, or pa. It brings a warming touch in his heart.

“Pa!” You say running over to him with a small goat. “Can we please keep it!”

“Ay..Y/n.. que voy hacer contigo..” Rodolfo says shaking his head and tossing his head in laughter. (Ah.. y/n what im I gonna do with you…)

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HOTD Comfort

We all love our comfort characters. Here’s my take on how they might choose to comfort you!

This is gender neutral and not inherently romantic. I wanted to make it so you can really imagine yourself!

Let me know if you want me to include any characters.

Daemon Targaryen

“What's wrong?”

I look up from my meal. I wasn’t so much eating as I was moving it with my fork. I look at Daemon who has a serious look.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Somethings wrong.” He stated.

He stops eating, standing up and walking over to me. I say his name as he pulls back my chair. He gives me the look, the look that means follow me. Daemon begins walking down the shore, where he promptly sits down. He looks up at me, waiting for me to sit with him.

I sit next to him, he leans his head on my shoulder. I watch the waves crash down on the sand. The air smells like salt.

The silence was interrupted by Daemon beginning to hum. I listened to his voice, continuing to look off into the distance.

Daemon never forces me to talk. He allows me my mental space and that's something I've always appreciated.

We sat there longer, he still continued his melody. His voice washing my problem away like the water does the sand.

Aemond Targaryen

I stood quietly, listening to swords clashing. It was always interesting to see Aemond train. The way he moved was so calculated, focused. With his eyes were trained on his opponent, yet it still felt as if he was looking at me. I clapped a little bit as Aemond knocked the sword out of his opponent’s hand, a smug look on his face.

Aemond walked over to me, still smirking he spoke, “Is everything alright?”

I tilted my head a bit, not knowing what he meant, “Yes of course?”

He could always tell when I was lying. Instead of calling me out he motioned me to follow him. He led me to a more private area. There he handed me a sword, still holding his own.

“Ive never used a sword Aemond.”

“Which Is why i’ll be teaching you today.”

As we practiced I seemed to forget my troubles. My body and mind were too focused on Aemond to notice anything else.

During this time he never bothered to pressure me into talking. Instead his voice carefully guided me.

Aegon II Targaryen

Laying in Aegon's bed I just felt off. The room is quiet as I wait for Aegon to return. I flip on my other side, pulling the blanket further over me. Even though the room was kind of hot, I wanted to be covered. Suddenly, the door opened. Aegon sauntered in, falling onto the bed next to me.

“You haven’t gotten up?” He asked. Laying on his back he had one arm covering his eyes.

“I got up and grabbed a snack earlier,” It came out as more of a mumble.

We lay quietly for around three minutes before Aegon spoke again. He began talking about how his morning had gone. He had spent some time with Sun Fyre and now wanted to spend time with me.

“But it doesn’t seem like you want to get out of bed.”

He uncovered his eyes, turning on his side to look at me. I stayed quiet, eyeing him. Finally, he pulled me into his chest. He made small, firm circles on my back. Gliding his hand up and down, left from right. I sighed into his chest.

Aegon always understood my sadness, as he had a very similar one.

“Can I have the maids get you anything?”

“My favorite drink please.”

He nodded, removing himself to tell them. It didn’t take long for him to join me back in bed. He was always so warm.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Sitting quietly in my room I heard a knock on the door. I got up, opening it to see Rhaenyra standing there. She reached out, grabbed my hand, and dragged me away without a word.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ve been in your room all day. We're going outside!”

I giggle a little bit, for the first time in days. We get outside, there lays a blanket with a basket on it. She leads me over and we sit across from each other. Rhaenyra smiles brightly as she opens the basket. Inside are various things such as fruits, breads, and sweet things.

“I brought this too.”

She pulls out a book and I move to sit next to her. Leaning my head on her shoulder she opens the book. We both began reading the book to ourselves. The breeze washes over us gently, blowing her white hair. Looking up at her the sun catches her hair. She looks at me, flashing that beautiful smile of hers.

Helaena Targaryen

I could feel Helaena staring at me from across the room. I looked up, catching her eye. She raised her eyebrows, then quickly flashed a small smile.

“Do you need something Helaena?”

She shook her head, “Oh, no. It was just that you seemed a bit quiet today. Is everything alright?”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Something was up, I just wasn’t sure why I felt like this. I began looking for the words that I couldn’t find. Helaena continued to look at me, with a sweet smile and a genuinely curious look.

“Would you like to look at my bugs?”

I nodded, she got up and I followed. We made her way into her room. There she pulled out a small caterpillar. It was fuzzy and multicolored.

“He has a lot of eyes, but I don’t think he can see very well.”

She reached out her hand, her eyes nudging me to touch it. I carefully used one feeling to touch its body.

“It feels funny. Does he have a name?”

“Uhm, not yet. Why don’t we name him together?”

We stood there, suggesting names. Staring down at the little caterpillar, Helaena told me many facts. Being with her made my bad feelings fade.

[whatacaitastrophe]

Is It Over Now - Prologue

i made a playlist for this fic because music is how i relate to everything. If the link doesn’t work, just search “is it over now?” by whatacaitastrophe on spotify.

Song Inspo for this Fic: “Is It Over Now?” by Taylor Swift

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Fallon used to pride herself on being able to survive on her own. From a young age, people who knew her best would have described her as “fiercely independent.” Though, the people who knew her best also knew that she hadn’t had much of a choice. It made her jaded when it came to trusting people, especially strangers. However, the moment she was abducted from the streets of Baldur’s Gate and the parasite was forced into her eye, Fallon realized that if she planned on surviving this, she could not do it alone. 

A year later, she was standing on the docks with the closest thing to a family she’d had in over two decades, watching the sun rise over the city they’d nearly sacrificed their lives to save. What should have gone down in history as one of the very best days of Fallon’s life became the worst in a matter of moments. Of all the goodbyes she’d expected to occur over the next few hours or days, she had not seen Gale’s goodbye coming. 

Fallon hadn’t expected to fall for the man who over-explained himself, often talked too much, and had seemingly read nearly every book ever written, but she did. Gale made her feel seen. He made her feel wanted. He made her feel loved and valued. Hells, the man decided to defy his goddess simply because he’d realized that Mystra’s wrath would be worth it if it meant not only getting to live, but to live alongside Fallon for however long life gave them (which at the time, could have been mere hours with all the risks they faced).

Then the Crown of Karsus came into play, and it changed everything. It changed Gale. Suddenly, instead of being so desperate for Mystra’s forgiveness that he was willing to blow himself up, he became so certain that his destiny was to claim the crown for himself, and ascend to godhood. Fallon thought she’d managed to talk him out of the idea, reminding him that power-hungry decisions such as this one were what got him into his original situation to begin with. Unfortunately for Fallon, she had terribly miscalculated.

“Well, so much for being able to retrieve the crown with any sort of haste.” Her lover sighed as he stared out at the open water. 

Fallon noticed that Gale chose his words carefully, leaving out any mentions of returning the crown to Mystra. Surely that didn’t mean he was going to go through with his ridiculous plan? Fallon took a few steps forward so she was standing at Gale’s side, slipping her fingers through his. “At least Mystra didn’t give you a deadline to return it to her, just that it needed to be done.” She chose her words as carefully as the wizard had, waiting to see what he would reveal. 

Gale didn’t even look at her as he pulled his hand away from Fallon’s and began to pace in small circles on the docks. “If I retrieve the stones, I could reforge the crown…even wield it. With the crown in my hands, I would be unstoppable. I wouldn’t just be the most powerful wizard who ever lived. I would be a god.”

Fallon’s heart fell into her stomach as she realized her worst fears were coming true. Despite her best efforts at talking him out of the whole idea, despite the arguments she’d posed against the matter with perfect logic: Gale was not letting this go. Fallon opened her mouth to argue again, but Gale continued speaking before she could. 

“With the crown, Mystra can’t control me anymore. With the crown, I would be her equal. No, I would be more powerful than she is, which is why she does not want me to have it. But no matter. I’m done answering to her.”

Fallon could feel her throat beginning to close up as she stared at Gale. Fallon chewed on her bottom lip, trying to find the words to keep him here. “Are you sure this is what you want, Gale?”

“Want, need, deserve…choose whatever word suits you, but this is what I’m going to do.” 

There it was. The confirmation Fallon was waiting for. Gale was so far gone in his quest to control the Karsite weave that there was nothing she could do or say that would change his mind. Although they’d only been together for the better part of eight months, Fallon knew Gale well enough to know that once he started to hyperfixate on something, there was no talking him out of it. He had to figure it out on his own. It seemed that, unfortunately, Gale had not yet fully realized the consequences of his decision. 

Fallon felt the air leaving her lungs, leaving this plane of existence surrounding her as the realization washed over her further. Gale once told her she’d make a fine Three Dragon Ante player, with the way she was able to bluff her way through various situations and glean the information they’d needed to survive without ever showing her hand. Based on the look Gale gave her when he finally turned to face his lover, the woman he’d once claimed to trust and love more than Mystra herself, her usually neutral expression in the face of bad news was failing her today. 

His expression softened, and Gale let out another small sigh. “I hope you understand that I’m doing this for you as much as I’m doing it for myself. As a god, I could rule in such a way Mystra has never been able to, because she’s never experienced true humanity.”

Fallon’s mind was screaming at her to just fucking say something, anything, but the words would not come. She was too busy focusing on breathing as the rug was pulled out from underneath her, and trying not to cry in front of her friends or the man who was so brazenly breaking her heart. Instead, she stared at Gale like someone had cast a silencing spell over her.

Silence was not something Gale Dekarios had ever been able to sit with very long, so instead of asking Fallon to say something, or waiting patiently to find the words, he continued. “I hope you know that I shall never forget you. On the contrary, I imagine you’ll be on my mind every day. As a god, I can give you everything, Fallon. The moon, the stars…you name it, and it will be yours…but first I have to get there, and I need to do it on my own. I promise that as soon as I achieve what I am setting out to do, I will come back to you, and we can live among the stars for the rest of our days.”

Then, as though he were saying goodbye to an acquaintance he’d only known for a short amount of time, and not the lover he’d just promised the moon and stars to, Gale Dekarios bowed deeply to Fallon as he backed away before vanishing into thin air. 

The silence on the docks amongst her companions was palpable. Though her vision was blurring at the edges as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks, Fallon watched out of the corner of her eye as they all exchanged looks, trying to find the words to comfort the woman who’d been their fearless leader for the last year of their lives. Fallon was not even sure how long they all stood there in stunned silence. 

“Well then. Leave it to Gale to find a way to ruin a perfectly good celebration before it even begins,” Astarion huffed as he stepped toward Fallon, breaking the silence after what could have been seconds or years as far as Fallon was concerned. “I say good riddance, darling.”

"Astarion.” Shadowheart hissed. 

“What? We’re all thinking it– If Gale wants to go toe to toe with his goddess, then just bloody let him!” The vampire argued while Lae’zel simply nodded her head in agreement. 

“We all saw his conversation with Mystra through the tadpole connection.” Wyll was the next to speak, and in what may very well have been the first time he’d ever agreed with Astarion on anything. “She’s not going to take this sitting down. I had hoped Gale learned from his hubris the first time around, but I suppose the chance at being an all-powerful god was too great, even for him.” 

As Fallon’s companions began to bicker amongst themselves about whether or not Gale would deserve whatever was likely coming his way, Fallon’s mind went completely blank as the world faded around her. Her feet began moving of their own accord as she walked away from the edge of the dock and towards the city that was laid to waste by the illithids mere hours before. She’d nearly made it to the steps that led to the city when Fallon felt a hand on her shoulder. 

“Soldier?” Karlach said quietly and Fallon turned to face her friend, who arguably made the biggest sacrifice of them all– giving up her body and becoming an illithid in order to defeat The Netherbrain once and for all. Of all her companions, only two of them had ever seen Fallon cry: Gale and Karlach. Though Karlach’s new form was still shocking to see when Fallon turned around, the comforting tone of her voice was what finally sent her over the edge, and Fallon collapsed into Karlach’s arms as silent sobs finally broke through and shook her entire body.

Karlach caught her easily, and though Fallon could feel her friend adjusting their position so they were sitting on the steps, nothing else was registering in her brain anymore. Not the fact that her companions had stopped arguing the moment Halsin pointed out what was happening on the steps. Not the fact that someone (presumably also Halsin) carried her back to the suite in the Elfsong they’d all been occupying together for the last several months and put her to bed. She most certainly didn’t notice that though the wizard was in such a hurry to begin his quest that he didn’t take three seconds to even kiss her goodbye, he’d made the time to come here and clear out his bunk before anyone returned. She definitely did not notice that instead of celebrating their victory, her friends took shifts at her side for the next two tendays to watch over her broken body and spirit.

No. All Fallon knew was despite the fact that she’d spent a year risking her neck to save the world, a of a sudden, it was no longer a world she particularly wanted to live in. 

Fic Master Post

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb:A swoon-worthy debut queer Victorian romance in which two debutantes distract themselves from having to seek husbands by setting up their widowed parents, and instead find their perfect match in each other—the lesbian Bridgerton/Parent Trap you never knew you needed!

Gwen has a brilliant beyond brilliant idea.

It’s 1857, and anxious debutante Beth has just one season to snag a wealthy husband, or she and her mother will be out on the street. But playing the blushing ingenue makes Beth’s skin crawl and she’d rather be anywhere but here.

Gwen, on the other hand, is on her fourth season and counting, with absolutely no intention of finding a husband, possibly ever. She figures she has plenty of security as the only daughter of a rakish earl, from whom she’s gotten all her flair, fun, and less-than-proper party games.

“Let’s get them together,” she says.

It doesn’t take long for Gwen to hatch her latest scheme: rather than surrender Beth to courtship, they should set up Gwen’s father and Beth’s newly widowed mother. Let them get married instead.

“It’ll be easy” she says.

There’s just…one, teeny, tiny problem. Their parents kind of seem to hate each other.

But no worries. Beth and Gwen are more than up to the challenge of a little twenty-year-old heartbreak. How hard can parent-trapping widowed ex-lovers be?

Of course, just as their plan begins to unfold, a handsome, wealthy viscount starts calling on Beth, offering up the perfect, secure marriage.

Beth’s not mature enough for this…

Now Gwen must face the prospect of sharing Beth with someone else, forever. And Beth must reckon with the fact that she’s caught feelings, hard, and they’re definitely not for her potential fiancé.

That’s the trouble with matchmaking: sometimes you accidentally fall in love with your best friend in the process.

Review:

A debutante desperate to snag a wealthy husband least her mother and her end up destitute finds herself falling for the one person she shouldn't be, a fellow debutante... who's father also has a complicated history with her mother. Beth is anxious to find a husband in her last season, she needs the money to make sure her mother and her can still keep their house. Yet when she meets Gwen, a charming and beautiful debutante who has no intention of finding a husband, Beth finds herself falling for the first time in her life. To make matters a bit more complicated, what started off as friendship and hopes to get Beth's widowed mother to marry Gwen's father, a romance that had happened in their past, Beth and Gwen find themselves falling for each other. Beth and Gwen want to fix the twenty year old heartbreak between their parents yet also deal with their own complicated situation when a handsome suitor offers for Beth's hand....and Beth will be forced to choose between financial stability in a loveless marriage, or living a scandalous life but with the girl who has her heart. This was a really cute parent trap/ forbidden romance book. Beth and Gwen are both dealing with difficult situations, particularly Beth. They love each other but in a time where such a relationship would be hard to have they have to find a way to be together and find out how to make their parents happy. This was a really cute historical sapphic romance and I did love how Beth and Gwen schemed to be together and constantly fought for one another.

*Thanks Netgalley and Avon and Harper Voyager, Avon for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[annaliessse]

Time for our second prince, my forever love, Chevalier Michel.

𝕬 𝕯𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕿𝖞𝖕𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

Word Count: 869

There are only a few things Chevalier does not understand about you. He finds it amusing how easy you are to read, your face betraying everything like an open book. Lately, however, your behavior has baffled him quite a bit, seeing as how you ignored the new set of foreign books Benitoite’s first prince sent as a coronation gift.

Even now, as you are seated in his lap, your hands were flipping through the third book in The Royal Romance series, a copy he acquired from a trip to Citrine when he was a child.

“Have you not read this story before?” Chevalier asks, his hand twirling a section of your hair around his finger.

“I have. Quite a few times actually. It doesn’t matter how much I’ve read it though; I always enjoy the story as if it is my first time reading it.”

He smiles, burying his face in your shoulder, knowing full well why the series is a favorite of yours. The Royal Romance is almost identical to how you two came to be together: a prince falling in love with a commoner. Perhaps you found some camaraderie with the story’s female lead.

For a few minutes, Chevalier reads with you and it wasn’t long before he too became engrossed in its pages. With you in his lap, the pair’s tale took on a very different meaning. He remembered scoffing at it even as a child; his only takeaway being how the king’s love for his new queen exposed his kingdom to rebellion and distress.

“They are a beautiful couple.”

“They are.”

He saw you bite a smile threatening to escape before you turn towards him and looked straight at his icy blue eyes.

“I never would have guessed that one day you would agree with me on this. If you were the man you once were when I first met you, you would have scoffed at me and called the King foolish. After all, his love for his queen caused him to almost give up the throne and threatened their kingdom’s security.”

“That fact still holds true. Just because my opinions have changed doesn’t negate the reality that he was willing to sacrifice the future of his people for his own selfishness. However, he was not wrong in choosing her as a queen. If he had chosen another, his love would not have kept him strong enough to defy the forces conspiring against his kingdom.”

This time, you smiled openly, your eyes crinkling with joy. At that moment, Chevalier realized anew just how much you truly meant to him. It was a simple smile, one that he has seen multiple times over since you were together. Still, the novelty of it all has not faded, and his chest fills up yet again with the strange feeling he has come to know as love.

“You are happy,” he comments, his hand awkwardly caressing your cheek.

“I am.” You beamed at him. “I’m glad you saw it the way I did: that their type of love allowed them to overcome all their problems together.”

“Their type of love?”  His brows furrowed for a moment before relaxing.

“Ah. This must be the reason why you insist on reading the romance books we already have on our shelves. You want to show me the different faces of love.”

“Love takes many faces, King Chevalier. You already know of a love that destroys. But there is also a love that builds. There is a love that kills, but one that nurtures as well. Then, there is a love that endures. Like the one shared by the characters in this story.”

“And what of us? What type of love do we share?”

Chevalier’s face comes closer, and you can feel his warm breath against your lips. His hand was still cupping your cheek, touch awkward but achingly gentle.

“The true type of love,” you whisper.

“And what is a true type of love?”

You smile at him and it was like staring at the sun.

“Whatever we have between us, King Chevalier.” You reach for him and wrap your arms around his neck. “It is an understanding love that allowed us to see past our flaws. It is a persistent type of love that insisted on breaking past the walls of our hearts. It is a transformational kind of love... the type of love that turns a beast into a human.”

Finally, your lips meet and Chevalier relishes in the feeling that only you can give him. He wraps his arms around you, your body giving him the warmth he never knew he longed for all his life. He pulls you closer as if vowing to never let go and you do the same to him, clutching his cloak tightly in your hands.

“So, you are telling me there are different ways I can make you happy.” He pulls away for a moment as his icy blue eyes focus on you, affection shining in his eyes.

“Teach me then,” he says. “Teach me the many different ways I can love you. After all, you’re stuck with me for a lifetime, are you not? I have an eternity to learn from you.”

[scribble-dribble-writes]

I don’t know if you’ve done a fic like this already but do you mind writing something where the reader notices that obi wan is pushing himself harder than that any normal person could, so they urge him to take at least a day off and spend time taking care of obi wan: making him meals, snuggling with him, reading a book together, going shopping, showering(not in this specific order, you could choose what you want to put in there ) . Just things that he normally doesn’t have time for and then just the reader taking care of him, you know ? thank you ! I love you and what you write!

Oooooo what a sweet ask! Soft obi wan >>>

Paradise

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Pairing: Obi wan x reader

Contents: Taking care of a tired obi wan. Hot showers and sofa cuddles 😌

Warnings: none

Word count: 1450

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His saber cuts through the static silence charging the air with electricity. A white cloth covers his eyes as he takes his steps with practiced ease. The droid hovers to his right and his head whips towards it tracing it through the force, his hair falls over his eyes ruffled and damp with sweat. His arms were bare, free from the burden of being hidden away beneath his robes for now they caught the light and your eyes skimmed over the contours of his form. You watched as he practiced, hidden behind the balustrades of your balcony, with every strike he embodied precision and grace. So you sat there trying to find a reason behind his restless need to always be on the move.

Walking out into the corridor, you sense a ripple in the space around you causing you to step back. He whizzes past you with a trail of his subtle cologne making you inhale a scent of cedarwood and sea salt. He was always on time and frustratingly calm about everything, so it didn’t make sense as to why he was now running down the hall. The council meeting began later in the day well past the afternoon sun, while the Jedi seemed engrossed in the topic that was being discussed, from the comfort of the shadows in the end of the hall your gaze fell on him. He sat in his chair, reclining the way he usually does but today he propped his head on his fingers, his mind elsewhere, the bags under his eyes were more prevalent. As though your gaze had burned through him, his eyes flicked to see you even through the murmurs of politics. You froze, this was the first time this week he had even taken notice of you, so you wanted to hold his attention however long you could. He blinked slowly, the edges of his mouth curving up in a tired smile and with that he turned away. Your forehead creased with worry, he wasn’t resting well. Your mind began to spiral, had he been skipping meals too? No one seemed to notice his state except you.

The meeting convened and you made a beeline towards him. His back facing you, Master Yoda could be heard on the verge of assigning him with another task. You placed your palm flat on the small of his back and instinctively he leaned into your touch. “Obi wan, I require your assistance immediately on an urgent matter.”, you broke into the conversation. “Tell me what it is.”, he turned to you, his face etched with genuine concern. “My security system in my apartment has been activated. I fear someone’s broken in.”, you tell him but his eyes grow darker with worry and his hands finds yours. “That is grave indeed. Let us depart this instant.”, he pulls away when he remembered master Yoda was still present. Taking your leave, you walked silently beside him while he pestered you with questions to which you responded with vague answers such that he won’t realise what you were a actually doing.  

You entered your apartment and immediately he was off, examining the system, the windows and searching for any signs of an intruder. “The system reads fine.”, he stroked his beard lost in thought. “This appears to have been a false alarm.”, he states while you put the key to your door into your pocket. “You are safe.”, he finally turns to you and in the comfort of the privacy of your room, walks towards you freely. His hand finds the slope of you neck, his thumb the curve of your cheeks, his brows crease tightly. “Had I not been here if things were otherwise. You could have been hurt.”, he drew you close. Resting your chin on his shoulder, the answer to your question presented itself to you. He was busy being everyone’s saviour. “I am a Jedi, Obi wan. I am well capable enough to handle it.”, you wrap your arms around him and for the first time he feels solid and real in your hands. “I know but I won’t be able to rest easy knowing you were hurt and I wasn’t there.”, he sighed holding you tighter. “You need to take time for yourself, Obi wan.”, you pull away to see him. “Once Anakin passes his test.”, he begins to set out conditions but you had had enough. “It worries me to see you push yourself beyond which you can sustain.”, you trace his cheek bone. “I will be fine.”, he tries to convince you. “You can barely keep your eyes open”, you emphasize softly. He looks at you with a knowing smile. “There was no intruder was there?”, he asks to which you smile. “And yet you came here anyway.”, you peel away his robe. “What are you doing?”, he chuckles. “Finding reasons to make you stay.”, you say to which smirks. “Taking my robe away isn’t going to accomplish that.”, he folds his arms. “Yes, but locking the door and hiding the key might.”, you tell him and watch as surprise dawn’s on his face. “Apparently me being here isn’t enough of a reason.”, you shrug your shoulders and he realizes what he said before.

“No I did not mean it like that. ”, he reaches out but you evade him to walk to the kitchen. The key clinks on the stone counter, “You can leave when you like, I just thought.”, you place your arms on either side and hold onto the edge of the counter. “I just thought this might do you some good “, you catch his eyes to see his blue orbs soften as they look at you. He turns the corner into the kitchen and makes his way to you. “I’m sorry.”, he apologizes. “You were right. I do need to relax.”, he agrees. “How do you plan on doing that?”, you ask but he reaches out to grab your wrist, unfurling your now folded arms. “I have a few ideas.”, he tugs you along as he makes his way through to the bathroom. “Most of them involve you.”, he smiles looking at you from the mirror, his fingers working away at removing the layers beneath with his body was hidden. “I showered already.”, you tell him but he turns to you and pulls you in by your belt. “Not with me.”, he undoes your belt clasp and your dress slips off.

His skin gleamed, the blush in his cheeks was restored, his face look rejuvenated. The steam evaporated from your skin as he planted a kiss on your shoulder while you tied a towel around yourself. He picked up his shirt but you plucked it from his hands. “No shirt for you today. My house, my rules.”, he shakes his head, his laugh low and sultry making your head whir. You slip his shirt over yourself and you catch him looking at you, his cheeks growing redder, his iris growing wider. Winding your fingers around the edge of the towel around his neck, you pull him closer to kiss the tip of his nose to break his daydream.

Fresh meals were made and in the quiet setting of your living room, you tumbled onto the couch with your souls satisfied. The radio played soft music and he laid his head on your lap. His hair soft as cat fur and golden like sunshine, spread over the skin of your thigh. You run your fingers through his hair and he lets out a sigh. He catches your hand just as you begin to remove it and kisses the inside of your palm. “You’re my paradise.”, he whispers his voice groggy with sleep. “Let’s get you to bed before you fall asleep on the sofa.”, he hums as he gets up but his arm was wound tight around your waist taking you with him with every step.

He tumbles onto the sheets and you fall over him. His palm slides up the back of your thigh as he positions you to his side. You push away the hair from his face as he gets a hold of your knee and hooks it over his waist, his head rested above your chest and tucked it into your collarbone. His hand ducked under edge of your shirt tracing the curve of your waist to roam the bare skin of your back. He settles after a while, his thumb stroking your shoulder blade softly as you hold him close. The faint light lit up his face, he was finally asleep. So you whisper goodnight and kiss his forehead, knowing that he would be his best self tomorrow.

[choicesmc]

Title: Hallway Argument Book: The Elementalist MC: Rams O. Erndheart Rating: General Audience Words: 585 Summary: This would be the first time Rams had ever gotten in trouble. And it was all thanks to Beckett.

Rams was being led to the gallows. At least, that’s how it felt. Silently walking behind one of the creaking metal sentries acting as his guard, the increasing familiar taste of fear welled up in him. 

This wasn’t the first time he’d been forced to an administrator’s office. But this was the first time he was getting in trouble. And the first time he really, truly felt like he belonged in a place. And his first time getting in trouble at a place that he didn’t want to leave. It left a complicated feeling in him: the slow burn of shame, the sour taste of regret, and an inkling of anger. 

Worse still, he could feel the intense glare from his ‘partner-in-crime’ aimed at his back. More than that, he could feel Beckett’s accusations with each passing second of their long walk. It was an annoying, prickly feeling that only stroked his anger. 

“What do you have against me?” Rams snapped, whirling around to see Beckett face to face, “I didn’t do anything to you and yet you’ve made it your life’s mission to provoke me!” 

“Don’t pride yourself,” Beckett spluttered, face turning rosy red, “As if I’d dedicate my life to some insignificant cause like you! I have better things to do with it!” 

“Doesn’t seem like that to me,” Rams scoffed, “Since the minute you saw me, the only thing you've done was insult me, over and over again. If that’s not dedication, then I don’t know what is.” 

“Ha!” Beckett retorted, walking past him without a passing glance, “Since the minute I saw you, you’ve been making an absolute fool of yourself!” 

Rams bristled as Beckett walked by him, without thinking he taunted, “And you act like an ass everytime I see you, funny.” 

Beckett froze, turning around before coming face-to-face with Rams, a sneer clear on his face, “Not all of us are here to make friends and I, certainly, am not. Some of us have better things to do with our time.”

“Is it that you don’t want to or that you can’t?” Rams mocked, a smirk resting on his lips, “I wouldn’t even need a hand to count how many people would just love to be around you.”

Jabbing a finger in his chest, Rams kept his gaze level with Beckett’s, “And since you’re so anti-social, that’s a cute way of saying none.”

Beckett smacked Rams’ finger away, his ears turning red, “Don’t touch me!” 

It was barely a moment later when Rams felt the cold metal of the sentry holding him back, its montoned voice telling Rams to restrain himself and that it was ‘logging this offense into the system’. 

“Beckett Harrington, as you wonderfully demonstrated,” Rams dragged, ignoring the increasing pressure of the sentry's grip, “even you understand what personal space is.”

His gaze didn't waver as he stared Beckett down, "So, I don’t think it’s a stretch to assume you know what manners are. Use them.”

“I– You’ll–,” Beckett stammered out an attempt to reply. Composing himself, he curled his lips in a sneer, “Assuming both of us, somehow, don’t end up expelled. That won’t be a problem for me.” 

Giving him a dismissive shrug, Rams muttered, “Sure it won't.” 

Beckett decided not to dignify that with a response of any sort. Rather wisely, choosing to ignore Rams for the rest of the way to the Dean’s Office.  

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So... my first fic for Rams! and I tried a heading image (I think it looks pretty!) This might become a series or stay one-parted. If I do make it a series... I'll have to change the title so... 😔(im not a good title-maker)

[jaztice]

❄️🌼🌩️

teehee

:p hi dweeb, thanks for the ask! (ask game post here)

❄️Share a piece of flavour text from a game you’re working on.

So I just wrote this bit, but it's the first part of the Overview for my game Extra Ordinary, a Belonging Outside Belonging game I'm currently working on, and I honestly love it.

Extra Ordinary gives us beat-up canvas backpacks and dirty, duct-taped sneakers, kids holding bloody hands grasped a little too tight, strange and dangerous powers, chasing dark forces, people who can’t or just won’t understand, and an endless journey on the side of a winding highway asking, “What do you do next?”

🌼Share something beautiful from one of your games (name the game, or let me choose).

Another Extra Ordinary excerpt, this is a paragraph from my Introduction to the game in the actual book I'm writing for it. A lot of people have commented on it, and... yeah I'm proud of it.

Kids grow up too fast in our world all the time, and I feel like it would be a disservice to ignore that reality. Every day, kids get hurt by people they should be able to trust, abandoned by people who should take care of them, and ignored by people who should listen to them. It’s not fair, and it shouldn’t happen. But pretending it doesn’t happen at all will only make things worse. This game is for any kid, young or old, that grew up too fast or too hurt or too scared. It’s meant to show those kids that they aren’t alone and that things can get better. Most of all, this game is about emphasizing that the goodness in the world starts and ends with the people within it and the choices they make every day. Don’t shy away from tough topics and hard decisions. Don’t bury your head in the sand. Open your eyes and stare cruelty in the face and tell it that you aren’t letting it win today.

🌩️ Share something spooky from one of your games (name the game, or let me choose).

So for Extra Ordinary (listen, I'm really into this game right now okay), I'm creating some adventure generation tables to help people get started with one shots or different sessions. One of the table categories is Obstacles, which, you know. Get in the way of things. Each table under Obstacles refers to a specific game Aspect. This is one of the options for the Design table (the Design represents fate, prophecies, the heavenly plan, the gods themselves, etc.).

Unfortunately... according to the Design, one of you is apparently going to die here.

That was kinda long, but thanks for asking! I love to infodump about the TTRPGs I'm designing :DDD

[milfgyuu]

okay how not vanilla is vanilla III because i can book PTO off work so i can emotionally recover, i just need a month in advance notice <3

ummmmmmmmmmm.........*below cut is pulled directly from doc*

Summary: Joshua is a man with a plan and that plan involves a little dress-up, an old camera, and the woman he loves. It almost sounds sweet, doesn’t it?

Outline: fuck everyone up :)

You’re beginning to think you’ve become far too familiar with the foot of Joshua’s bed.

It hadn’t been more than ten minutes of being home from your date that he’d pressed you against the kitchen counter and told you to go wait for him. The morning had been spent with smiles and laughter. Stolen kisses and interlaced fingers over the table and breakfast and throughout the market. Now, your legs are tucked neatly beneath you, hands in your lap, head bowed as you wait for him to enter the room.

A chill runs across your bare skin and you savor it knowing Joshua’s bound to walk in any moment and incinerate you from the inside out. 

Your eyes catch on the blue trim of the gorgeous two piece lingerie set you’d chosen at random from the bag sitting atop his dresser. He’d told you to choose any set you’d like to start with and there was something so soft and sexy about the color and thin lace material that you knew he’d be particularly pleased you chose it so you changed quickly, eager to get started with whatever Josh had planned. 

You can smell his cologne long before his shadow stands before you but you don’t look up, even when you realise his shirt is removed, hanging by one hand as he looks down at you proudly. Walking over to his closet, he deposits the shirt and then socks, belt, pants. He takes his time, as you expected he would. It’s all a part of the game. 

Hearing the closet doors close, your eyes squeeze shut and you focus on sound of his footsteps getting closer, forcing yourself to wait, be patient. Be good. 

“Look at me.”

[the-bees-patella]

AAAAAA i would like to know about all of these, but i’ll ask…

hhhh how do i choose

ok ok im closing my eyes and pointing—

untitled goose war game

(how do u feel about multiple asks? asking for a friend 👉👈)

(from this WIP post).

I'm sorry this is so horrifically long, but you ended up asking about one of my longest and long-standing projects! And please feel free to send as many asks as you like!

I don't even remember what I saw that reminded me of the concept of a Soulmate Goose (AO3 tag: "Alternate Universe - The Soulmate Goose of Enforcement"), wherein the premise is: one day, you wake up with a goose sitting on you and it leads you in some way or another to your soulmate, shenanigans ensue (it's often paired with the tag "Goose-typical violence"), and then you say oh and kiss and/or complete whatever other romantic rituals the author deems necessary, the goose disappears, and presumably, you continue to kiss and hold hands for eternity or whatever.

At around the same time, a friend informed me that Cody calls Anakin almost exclusively by his first name in the books and comics and the sheer disrespect necessary for that to happen absolutely killed me. I did not and will not be doing a fact-check because I believe we need whatever droplets of joy we can wring from this wretched washcloth of a timeline.

Looking at the dates, I'd just published my first Clone Wars fic and discovered two things in the process: 1) I needed to write more clone relationships immediately; 2) Cody's a right bastard.

Naturally, I decided it would be hilarious for Cody to get his goose and for it to run directly for Rex…only to be intercepted by one Anakin Skywalker. Anakin is, of course, enthralled with the idea of true love and building a home and a sense of belonging.

Cody would rather put own his eyes out with a spork. Hijinks ensue.

I started writing from Cody's perspective and got pretty well into it before I realized that in order for this rom-com scenario to work he'd have to: 1) realize that Rex likes him very much, 2) realize that, he, too likes Rex as a human person. At this point in the story they'd been fucking for months. Cody has been extremely chill and very relaxed about Rex in the CC groupchat. There was a whole thing with a grenade and a compass.

So I had to start over with someone who both had at least 50% of this mission-critical information, or at least the ability to stop playing 5D asshole chess with himself to figure it out, and also didn't make me want to do a little recreational enucleation.

Sorry, Rex.

A couple other fun facts:

The goose is a manifestation of the Living Force and therefore cannot die. Cody discovers this and starts sending GT-0101 on air reconnaissance missions.

The goose will not be paid in kisses or revelations. The goose demands blood. The goose will only accept human sacrifice; that is, total emotional honesty and nothing less.

(Does Cody just end up dying with the goose still next to him? Who can say.)

What this means is that you could fuck in front of the goose all the livelong day and it would remain, with its beady eyes and horrible beak teeth.

Cody is the first clone to get a goose. Make of that what you will.

Snippet:

“All right, General Kenobi?” “What? Oh, yes. If anyone is up to the task of—er—wooing Cody, it’s Anakin, I suppose.” They look over to where Cody and Skywalker are engaged in a ferocious tug-of-war over the goose. Skywalker seems to have clasped Cody’s hands over his death grip on the bird, and Rex can practically smell the yearning as his general makes aggressively optimistic eye contact. Cody doesn’t break his glare because he’s always been braver than Rex. “Skywalker,” he says. “Don’t make me take your other hand.” Rex turns back to General Kenobi. “You want to put credits on that, sir?” “The Force works in mysterious ways,” Kenobi says, much too cheerful, and gives Rex a side hug, something he has never done before in his life. Everyone is being extremely normal about this.