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ghulehunknown · 4 months

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Mountain x AFAB Reader

NSFW — MDNI

Summary: You and Mountain take a break from your duties to have a little fun in his room.

CW/Tags: sex toy use, tail fucking, masturbation, unprotected sex (P in V and anal), double penetration

Word Count: 2.4K

“You bought how many toys, Mounty?”

“Um, just a few.”

“It looks like a lot.”

“Yes, well - Santa came early.” You stared blankly at him as he shrugged. “I didn’t know what to get so I just got the ones that I dunno, looked the best and had good reviews?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Well I guess you get to choose which one you want.”

“Ah, okay. Well this one here also goes up my ass. Which might be kinda nice. Um okay, these two vibrate, but one has a remote…” He flicked his eyes up to yours. “Uhh. And one of those extends down to my taint, I think? Oh, that’s the one Copia suggested. But it should feel nice for you too, you know, if we - yeah. This one is just a silicone dildo. Oh, and this one goes over my balls.”

“The vibrating ones sound nice,” you said, nodding.

“I can’t choose. What if I just…I dunno, use them all?”

“All of them?” you asked incredulously. “Think you can handle that?”

“I guess it’s time for me to be a ho ho ho,” he remarked with a small smile. You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly joke. He never failed to put a smile on your face. You supposed that was why he was your favorite.

You looked back on the events from the days prior that led you into his bedroom for this very exchange. You were making Secret Satan cards for the children’s hospital in the library, making out with each other in between cards, desperately trying not to make any noise while the other Siblings were working or studying - and failing, miserably. He caressed your body with his tail, completely taking you by surprise.

You had made a one-off comment, without even thinking. “Damn, you fuck with that thing too?”

“Yeah actually I do,” he replied, his face stoic but eyes twinkling.

“Hm, I’d like to see that,” you said - again, what were you thinking? This was insane. Plus, he was one of Cardinal Copia’s head ghouls…you really couldn’t afford to distract him. But the holidays were here, which meant the band was getting a lengthy and much needed break. So maybe this was your chance at giving into your desires.

You finished up the cards, stacking them neatly in a pile. You were supposed to be helping the Siblings decorate and Mountain was supposed to meet the other ghouls in the mess hall before Mass. But…you had more important matters to attend to. You had agreed, since this would be your first time with a ghoul and adding a tail in the mix, that he should try a new experience too.

You walked together down the hallway towards the Ghoul dormitories, arms linked as you people watched. There were multiple Siblings hanging up garlands and lights along the corridors and you even spotted Papa Terzo terrorizing some young Sisters of Sin.

“Jingle Balls, suck my balls, make my chimney rise. Oh what fun it is to cum on my amore’s thighs,” he sang, draping tinsel around one’s neck and dangling some mistletoe in another’s face.

“…and I heard Satan’s hells bells on the rooftop, I swear it, I did!” you heard Nihil say to Imperator who merely said “Of course, Papa,” as she led him down the hall towards the chapel.

Finally, you made your way past the hustle and bustle of the busy Ministry hallways to the Ghoul dorms. As one of the top Clergy member’s head ghouls, Mountain actually had his own room. But he shared a wall with Swiss and Dew on either side, who would tease him relentlessly if they heard any goings on in the night.

So you opted for the middle of the evening, when everyone was likely to be at Mass. And here you were, your very first dick appointment with a ghoul.

You both kneeled in front of each other in his bed, and leaned into kiss one another, his arms holding onto yours and his tail wrapping around your thigh.

Fuck, maybe being with a ghoul would be better…it was almost like being held by three hands.

The tail was surprisingly soft, not sharp at the end even though the arrowhead tip looked pointy. It approached you just as softly as Mountain wanted, and you knew he could be just as rough as he wanted to be too.

You ran your hands through his hair, his short dark locks tickling your fingertips. His kiss was passionate, deep. His lips were soft and inviting.

He gingerly moved his tail up your legs, in between them, and slowly slipped the tip between your labia. You inhaled sharply as the fleshy bit met your sensitive bud, pressing on it almost like a button.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed.

He paused, pulling his tail sway slightly. “You okay?” he said, holding your face in his hands.

“Yeah, I - yeah, no - god, it’s just so…fuck, it feels amazing. Please, do it again.”

“My pleasure.” He re-entered, maneuvering around your folds and finding your slick pooled near your entrance. He poked around, gathering your arousal and sliding it around, back up to your clit and focusing there. “You’re so wet already. Good girl,” he purred. His cock twitched against your leg, bobbing up and down as he slowly grinded against you.

“Should we put a cock ring on you?” you whispered breathlessly, smiling as you nodded towards the bedside table.

Carefully, you helped him put the vibrating ring on. He spread lube on it and his whole member while you warmed some up in your hands and spread it along his perineum.

“Mmm,” he moaned quietly at your touch, closing his eyes.

You clicked the toy to its lowest vibration setting.

“Oh, god! Shit, they weren’t kidding! Ahhh. This is, oh fuck, wow!” His hand flew to his cock, which was bobbing up and down involuntarily.

“And that’s just the first setting. I’m guessing the other toys are a no-go?” you asked, hovering over him still, straddling his thigh.

He let out a sound that didn’t sound too convincing. “Yeeeeah…? Um, this is fine. Actually -” He clicked the vibrator off and handed you the remote for it. “When it looks like I need it.”

“I’ll tease you with it,” you said, trailing your hand along his balls and up his shaft.

“You better not,” he said, biting at your nose and missing as you pulled your head back in time. “All right. First time getting tail fucked. Ready?”

You rolled your eyes and pretended to punch him in the chest. “Yes, I’m ready.” How much different could it be, really? “I’m more concerned for you. You’ve never used a cock ring before, let alone a vibe,” you said, widening your eyes.

“We’ll be okay,” he said. Something in the soothing way he spoke, ugh you could just melt into him.

He leaned back against the headboard, his arm bent behind his head to prop himself up. “Ahhh,” he uttered, hissing, guiding his hand over yours stroking his cock. “Sssoo good.”

He looked you in the eyes as he touched himself, bringing his tail in between your legs again, pushing past your folds this time and going straight for your wet core.

You leaned back, propping yourself up with your hands behind you, moaning as he entered you, tossing your head back as your neck went slack. You straddled his waist, almost like you were scissoring.

You watched his tail slide in and out of you repeatedly, moving in a wave-like pattern with a dexterity that a finger or a cock couldn’t provide.

Your body relaxed and you slid onto your back, staring at the ceiling. Finally, the tip of his tail found your g-spot, and as you shuddered against his legs and let out a guttural sound you didn’t even know you could make, he made an “ah-ha!” sound and you could feel him add more pressure to your spot. All the muscles in his tail flexed, going tap tap tap along your walls. You clenched around him.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he said, letting out an amused chuckle. “You’re fun.”

You shook yourself out of a trance-like state, almost entirely forgetting he was there. You forgot he was watching you like you were his own little porno, touching himself to the vision of you before him.

You leaned against his leg, resting your head by his knee. You lazily tickled along his thighs, in between his legs, caressing him, and looking into his eyes as you kissed his inner thigh. You shifted more on your back, arching it, resting one leg on his shoulder so his tail could go deeper inside you. He held onto your ankle by his shoulder, kissing it.

His tail flicked in and out of you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He slipped out of you and up to your clit, massaging it with the tip.

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed. He tapped it against you in rapid succession - taptaptaptaptaptap - fucking hell! It had to be the musician in him, the quick and agile reflexes. He rubbed the upper part of his tail against your length, before flicking the arrowhead against your clit repeatedly. “Mounty, I’m going to cum! Fuck!!”

He held onto your leg, caressing it, while stroking himself with his other hand. He picked one motion and stuck with it - a firm, but gentle massage on your clit with his tailtip.

Your whole body quivered, your orgasm spilling over. You moaned and clutched onto his leg, biting into his skin to muffle the utterly pathetic moans you know would be coming out of your mouth.

“Ow, shit!” he exclaimed but you could barely hear him.

You bucked your hips against his tail to ride out the last smaller waves of your climax, before settling down again. He retracted his tail from between your legs, and you were left staring at the ceiling for a moment before hearing your name being called over and over again.

“Mmm?” you muttered. “Oh, sorry for biting you.”

He laughed. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you were enjoying yourself.”

You nodded feebly, feeling a little pathetic, but utterly blissed out.

“Think you have one more round in you?”

“Mmm,” you mumbled, not even giving an answer.

He patted the mattress beside him. “C’mere.” He pulled you back up to your knees, which were trembling, between his legs. He held your chin in his hand and whispered, “You wanna know what it’s really like to get fucked?” You nodded in his palm. “Good girl.”

You straddled his waist, hovering over his still erect cock.

“Did you want to use protection?” he asked, leaning over to his drawer to reach inside for some condoms. You shook your head. “You sure?”

You nodded and said, “Yes. Please Mountain, please just fuck me.”

He handed you the ring vibrator remote, but spoke before fully relinquishing it to you. “You hold great power in your hands. Use it well.”

Fucking nerd. You laughed at his corny ass joke and nodded, saying, “Yes sir,” in a fake serious voice.

He leaned over for the lube bottle and spread some all over his hands, covering his tail with it then circling your asshole, getting it nice and wet. You draped your arms over his shoulders as he took your waist in his hands, guiding you over his cock, lining it up with your entrance, then sinking you down onto his lap.

Fuck, he felt so good. It was incredible. And very different from the tail. His cock was firmer, building a different kind of pressure but every bit as pleasurable. You both moaned as you sank slowly on him. You moved your hips up and down, already so tired from before, and starting to falter.

His tail wrapped around your ass before teasing and prodding around it, finally slipping in. The feeling, while out of this world, was incredibly overwhelming. You fell down on his cock with zero grace, shuddering and breathing loudly, moaning every few breaths.

“Mmm!” he groaned, grimacing. He said your name through gritted teeth.

“Oh fuck I’m sorry,” you said.

“It’s okay, it takes a lot more than your beautiful ass to hurt me,” he said with a smile, kissing your lips sweetly while giving your rear a smack. “Mm? Everything okay?”

“I can’t, Mounty, I’m sorry. I can’t do it.”

With zero hesitation, he removed his tail from your rear end and started to pull himself out of your entrance.

“No, no, fuck, please that feels so good. I just can’t, my legs are fucking jello. I need you to fuck me.”

“I can do that,” he said warmly. He picked you up, his strong hands grasping your waist as he slammed you up and down on his cock. He pummeled into you from below. “Just relax, I got this.”

“Ahhh, fuck!” you wailed, his tail entering your ass once more, this time without teasing the invitation but instead thrusting in with more force. You let your body slack against his, letting him do all the work.

“Remember your very important job?” he said, eyeing the remote that fell out of your hand.

You nodded, tears in your eyes from the intense sensations ripping through your body. You clicked the button, feeling the buzz of the ring on his cock rub against your clit everytime you fell back down on him. You bared down, grinding against the ring and rubbing yourself along his pubic bone. You clicked the next button, heightening the sensation for you both.

“Oh god - I’m not gonna last,” he grunted. “I’m going to cum. Is it okay if I finish inside you?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you said breathlessly.

“You sure? Last chance before I blow.”

“Stop being so polite and just fucking cum inside me!” you shouted.

“Christ, okay!” He groaned as he continued to fuck into you, jerking his hips forward as he shot warm semen inside you, spilling out. He stopped, still holding onto you, burying his face in your chest, breathing heavily. You sat on his cock, the buzz of the cock ring now sitting against your clit. From that and his tail still prodding away at your ass, you came again just a few seconds after him.

“See,” you began, breathing hard and climbing up to him. “When you asked if I wanted to know what it’s really like to get fucked, I swear I thought you were going to use your drumsticks.”

“The thought crossed my mind. So how was it? Any different? Just as good…better?”

“Yeah…like a really wiggly dick,” you answered truthfully.

He laughed boisterously at you. “I always appreciate your candor.”

#the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #ghost bc #ghost band smut #ghoul smut #ghost band ghouls #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #mountain ghost #ghost mountain #mountain ghoul x reader #ghost band fanfiction

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rachetmath · 4 months

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A Schnee Outing(Pt. 1)

Ren and Nora were heading back to their dorm room after a long day of work. Once they enter however they were shocked for what they saw. Weiss was on her knees in front of Jaune. She was begging and they just had to know why.

Weiss: Please?

Jaune: No.

Weiss: Please?

Jaune: Not going to happen.

Weiss: Please, Jaune, I beg you.

Nora: Hey what's going on?

Weiss: Nothing important.

Nora: *not buying it.* Jaune.

Jaune: Weiss and Ruby want to hang out except Winter, who promised to schedule a day with her is coming with them.

Ren: Okay, so what does this have to do with Weiss on her knees begging?

Jaune: She wants me to ask her sister out on a date.

Nora and Ren jaws were dropped after hearing that and in a few seconds, they snapped out of it.

Nora: WHAT!? Is that true?

Weiss: *embarrassed and starts crying* Yes!!! It's true!!! I want to hang out with Ruby and I don't mind Winter wanting to tag along but I also don't want her to feel like a third wheel!

Ren: I don't think Winter minds that.

Weiss: Plus she'll ask a variety of questions, and wanting a very detailed answers to each one!

Jaune: Oh so she's Yang but more deadly and insane. And better.

JNPR door opens with an angry Yang barging through. Her eyes were red with fury as Jaune felt a disturbance, knowing he’ll die if he doesn’t change the subject.

Yang: What was that vomit boy!?

Jaune: *while sweating* I said, Yang, you’re beautiful and sexy, and you shine brighter than any sun in the galaxy.

Yang accepts the answer and step back. However she wants Jaune to know one thing before she leaves. Warning him of what’s to come as she slowly walks back to the door.

Yang: Okay. Don't slip. I have ears. And these hands are not scared to punch you. Got it?

Jaune: Of course.

Yang closes the door leaving Jaune relieved he can live another day.

Jaune: (Shit that was close.) Anyways no.

Weiss: *puppy dog eyes* Please!?

Nora: Come on, help the girl out. It's just one date.

Ren: Plus, it'll be good experience for you since you never been on a date before.

Jaune: Screw you, Ren. And that is true, but I prefer when it's natural not forced.

Weiss: Oh come on, Jaune, please, I'll do anything!

Jaune: The answer is still no.

The conversation was going nowhere, so Ren, wanting Jaune to go on date, decides to give some ‘encouragement’.

Ren: Hm... what if I happen to send Yang that video clip of you cutting and dying her hair back at Beacon.

Jaune: *shocked* What?

Nora: Oh, I think Yang may still be wondering how her hair got that way. If I were to recall she said if she finds the perpetrator, then she will make them wish they were never born. Last time, she suspected Cardin and she stomp the living crap out his balls.

Ren: She then proceeded to hunt down anyone she suspected, almost destroying the school. Maybe we should-

Jaune: *death stares* You wouldn't.

Ren: *death stares back* Try me. Bitch.

Jaune and Ren continued to stare each other down, until Jaune gives up and decides to help.

Jaune: *sigh* Fine.

Weiss: You'll help? Really?

Jaune: Like I have a choice. I would rather let a Beowulf kill me than Yang. Not after what happened last time.

Nora: Oh yeah.

Ren: That woman went Yandere crazy.

Jaune: So, when is this supposed to happen?

Weiss: Next Saturday.

Jaune checks his wallet and bank account and sees he might not have enough cash to pay for Winter, let alone for what he needs for going out for a casual stroll. He knew while he had time he needed to make preparations.

Jaune: Okay that gives me some time. Nora? Can you help me shop for something to wear?

Nora: Sure thing. When?

Jaune: Friday will have to do.

Ren: But that will be the day before the date arrives. Why then?

Jaune: Look I don't have a lot of money, so I need to pull extra shifts if I'm going to make this work. Anyways, Weiss-

Weiss: *happily hugs Jaune* Oh thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Jaune: No problem. Now lead me to your sister.

Weiss leads Jaune to Winter's room. While walking they discussed how to approach the situation so Winter can accept Jaune invite to go on a date. Weiss tries to tell Jaune about the things Winter like however she didn't really know Winter to well beyond just playing with her as a child and training with so he was out of luck. When they arrived Jaune was nervous and no can blame him, after all he couldn't get Weiss to go on a date with him, so how on earth will he get the Ice Queen's sister to accept his offer. Jaune then stopped and took deep breathes and was to knock only to see Winter already opened it.

Winter: Oh hello Mr. Arc.

Jaune: Um... Ms. Schnee…

Winter: What brings you and Weiss here to my room?

Weiss: Well, Jaune wanted to ask you something. Right, Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah.

Winter: Okay, but can it wait, I need-

Jaune: Ms. Schnee?

Winter: …

Jaune: Will you-

Winter: Will I?

Jaune: Will you -will you- will you (Damn it, come on, Jaune, just say it. Don't be a wimp. Remember your doing this to survive and help a friend. Now, SAY IT.) Ms. Schnee, may I go on a date with you!?

Winter: A date?

Jaune: Yes.

Winter: With me?

Jaune: Yes.

Winter: ...When?

Jaune: Saturday.

Winter: Oh really? I'm sorry but Saturday I'll be with my sister and her partner Ms. Rose. Maybe-

Weiss: He can come with us.

Winter: Are you sure?

Weiss: Of course, the more the merrier. Plus, I mean he's perfect for carrying our bags.

Jaune: (Oh you ice cold bitch.)

Winter: Hm… very well. As long as Mr. Arc is comfortable, I'll gladly accept his proposal.

Jaune: (Oh brothers really?)

Winter: *up in Jaune's face* Saturday, at the entrance of the school, at 9:00 am. Don't be late.

Jaune: Yes ma'am.

Winter: And rule number one, call me by my first name.

Jaune: Yes Ms.- I mean, Winter.

Winter: Good, see you then.

Winter walks away to attend to her duties while Jaune was left speechless.

Weiss: Well that went great.

Jaune: Really? Carrying your bags.

Weiss: It worked. Now, I'll take my leave. See you Saturday.

Weiss walks away leaving Jaune to sign.

Jaune: Well I better get busy.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #lie ren #nora valkyrie #whiterose #winter schnee

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shinestarhwaa · 5 months

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Yeosang and overstimulation + prompt 37 and Best friends to lovers au? Please and thank you love!

Hi babesss~ There's no actual sex in here but I hope you love it either way🥺🥺💐 sorry it took so long!

SHIMMER || KANG YEOSANG

Genre: Fluffy and bit angst but mostly smut

Pairing: Yeosang x Fem reader

Word Count: 0.9K

Tags/warnings: Best friends to lovers AU, Highschool!AU (they are both 18 y/o, so no minors!), softdom!yeosang, kinda light overstimulation, virginity loss, inexperienced reader, fingering, reader has anxiety

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123 @mjyungi

ENJOY!

"I have never done this before," you breathed out, pulling away from your best friends lips. "I know, baby, I know," he whispered as he tucked your hair behind your ear. "I can stop, if you want me to."

You shook your head and took his hand to lay it on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. "I don't wanna go all the way... But I can't wait any longer... I need some relief, I need... I think I need to have an orgasm," you confessed.

"Have you ever orgasmed before?" Yeosang asked, but you shook your head. "I never could," you sighed, "so I need you to do it. I know that you can do it because you've made all your girlfriends come." "How do you even know that?" Yeosang giggled, rolling his eyes. "Because girls talk. Now please, finger me."

"Here? You want the first time to be here, in the school's bathroom? Sweetie tha-" "Where else? At home, where our parents and siblings are? No thank you. No one comes to this bathroom, why would they come to the 4th floor?"

"To do exactly what you want me to do," he grinned. You hopped on the sink and pulled the skirt of your dress up, showing off your glittery panties.

"Everything has to be shiny with you doesn't it? Shimmery make-up, glittery panties, shiny dress," Yeosang grinned as he pulled down your panties, exposing your wet cunt. "Even your wet pussy."

His fingers brushed against your clit, making you bite your lip. "Y-Yeosang," you moaned when he slid one finger inside your hole. "Just relax, angel, that's most important. Relax and enjoy it," Yeosang spoke softly.

You nodded as he pumped his finger inside you. You closed your eyes and tried to relax, but you only got stressed because you were barely feeling anything. "Y-Yeosang," you breathed out, "I can't feel it." A tear fell from your eye as you spoke up, nervous about his reaction. You were already stressed about being inexperienced and now you couldn't feel anything when you were finally touched?

"That's okay baby, don't cry, don't cry, it'll get better angel, I'm just opening you up a bit," he cooed as he kissed your head. "B-but shouldn't I be like... gushing with arousal and moaning loudly like the girls in the...the video's?"

"Porn isn't real my angel," Yeosang shushed you as he entered you with a second finger. "I'm gonna make you feel good, make you cum, I promise. Right now I'm opening you up... I'm doing this because it's the first time sweetie... so that it'll feel better and smoother," Yeosang explained.

You nodded and rested your head against the mirror behind you, taking a deep breath to calm your anxiety down. Suddenly Yeosang's fingers curled inside you and he put more force behind his thrusts, making you yelp and moan out loud.

"See... there it is... that feels better hm? That is what you like," Yeosang said with a cheeky smile and you nodded eagerly as you looked down, watching his fingers disappear into your cunt. "O-oh yeah, that feels good, so good, keep doing that," you moaned.

Yeosang changed his position just slightly and kept fucking his fingers into you, making you moan louder. "I think that's your g-spot angel, with the right angle and force you can hit it just like that... and it feels so...so good, doesn't it?"

You loved the way he narrated, the way he was talking you through it and telling you what he was doing, it always calmed your anxiety down when you knew exactly what was going on.

Your moans got whinier and needier the longer Yeosang used his fingers on you. It felt good but it was not enough to make you cum, you needed more, and Yeosang seemed to pick up on that quickly as he pulled his fingers out of your cunt and started to rub your clit in slow circles.

"Mmm, yes," you moaned, your hips slowly rolling forward, grinding on his fingers. His fingers moved faster and faster until he was aggressively rubbing your clit, making you moan and squeal.

"Ah! Nng~ Too much!" you whimpered as you bit your lip to try and stop your moans, Yeosang had been going at it for so long, so long and it was just too much, it felt too good. "Just like that right angel? I can see your pussy clenching for me, are you feeling something here in your abdomen, angel?" He asked, and he was right.

You felt an unfamiliar warmth in your lower abdomen and your breath was picking up and before you knew it you moaned out his name and your body spasmed and trembled for nearly half a minute, until Yeosang stopped.

"Good girl... you just came so beautifully," Yeosang praised you as he licked his fingers off. He kissed the top of your head, gave you water and helped you off the sink. You pushed the skirt of your dress down again, wanting to look perfect and decent again when you'd return to the ball.

While you were dancing with Yeosang about 20 minutes later you suddenly realized you did not have any panties on. In panic you whispered in his ear, asking if you left them in the bathroom. Yeosang smirked and grinned, only for him to whisper: "I got them right here in my pocket, as a little shimmery souvenir."

#kpop #ateez #smut #yeosang #oneshot #shinestarhwaa's promptlist❤️#shinestarhwaa

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bumblekastclips · 6 months

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KYLE CROUSE: Alright, here's a question from Milesprowerdavis. "Recently I lost a close family member. What fatherly advice or motherly advice would the main cast give? Team Dark and Light can add more of the characters. You can be funny with it. Interested what Dr Eggman would say."

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IAN FLYNN: Well, first of all, deepest condolences. KYLE: Yes. IAN: Um, I would normally not want to answer in the way of a character, but this is your personal request, so I guess that takes the 'taboo' off it. KYLE: [chuckles] IAN: Uh, Sonic I don't think would give any kind of fatherly advice; he would let you figure out your own answer and be there for you as you figure it out on your own. He's gonna let you take that journey, but he's going to be there as you do it. Um, Amy would likewise- I don't know if she would give advice, but she would be there to console, to offer words of support, to be someone to listen, or to just talk so you don't have to think for a bit. She would do whatever you needed her to do at the time. Eggman... KYLE: [chuckles] IAN: We're gonna- we're gonna go the wholesome route this time, even if it is slightly out of character. [Eggman] would go on some long spiel about the entropy of the universe, and how everything is finite, and 'dust to dust' and yadda yadda. But you are still here, and that's what's important. You continue on the chain reactions that are life, so while that experiment is ended, you are the results that are continuing to create results! So, keep at it. And then kind of an awkward shoulder pat and wanders off. KYLE: [Eggman voice] "And soon, you will be part of the Eggman Empire anyways, so it does not matter!" IAN: [chuckles] Knuckles would kind of nod solemnly and say, "That's rough, buddy." KYLE: Yeah! [laughs] That is rough, buddy. It is very rough, buddy. IAN: But he means it! So it means something! KYLE: I mean, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah. And Tails? IAN: I don't know if Tails would know what to say. He would want to be- KYLE: I think Tails would be kind of lost, but he would try. IAN: He'd want to be encouraging, yeah. He'd want to be encouraging and supportive, but I think he'd feel a little overwhelmed with the responsibility. KYLE: Yeah... IAN: Um, Vector would start to mumble something that might sound... interesting, maybe? He kind of starts and stops his sentences every few seconds, then says, uh, [Vector voice] "Espio, tag in!" KYLE: [laughs] IAN: Then Espio starts getting kinda philosophical, and kinda loses his own train of thought, and goes quiet for a second. [Espio voice] "Charmy, tag in!" And then Charmy offers you ice cream. KYLE: [chuckles] I mean, I would appreciate all three of them, so yeah. That's wholesome. [after a pause] Hm... would Silver be, like...? IAN: I think Silver would be devastated. I think he values life on a personal level even more so than anyone else. KYLE: Okay, okay. IAN: Um, 'cause he- I think he has a better understanding of loss than any of the cast, to be perfectly honest. Sure, Knuckles is on his own, but he doesn't have any memory of what came before. That's kind of just his status quo. It's more of an existential thing. Silver... Silver has seen devastation. He has seen tragic loss and, y'know, impossible odds. So I think he would hold everything a little- every life a little more sacred. So I don't know if he would be able to impart any words of wisdom, but he would definitely be the most openly and, uh, earnestly sympathetic. KYLE: Mhm. Alright, I think that's enough, though... There's definitely many other characters we could ask, but that's enough for now.

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narrycherries · 1 year

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🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 3 (dadrry)

You and Harry finally get answers about what’s going on with the baby..

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warnings/tags: Harry x reader, dadrry, fluff

Harry has been a nervous wreck ever since the baby had her fussing spell at the studio. He was so worried about her that it was making his stomach ache constantly. She continued to be so clingy and needy after they left that he had to sit in the backseat next to her, holding her little hand to keep her from crying. She only parted ways with him to be nursed. She seemed fine with that, and wasn’t trying to oppose you at all.

And now Harry’s trying to take breaths to calm himself down, the baby in his arms as he walked back into your bedroom. It was a little after four in the morning and she had began to cry. He gave her a bottle, figuring that was what the issue was, but he panicked when she continued to be whiny once the bottle was empty. That’s why he’s climbing in the bed with her now, laying her down on the mattress. You were still asleep, and he didn’t intend on waking you.

Neither of you were comfortable with her sleeping in the bed with you all night just yet, she was still too little. But Harry was planning to stay awake and literally watch her go back to sleep. He felt that keeping an eye on her was more important than sleeping. He had to make sure she wasn’t feeling any pain or looked uncomfortable in any way. He wished she could just tell him what’s going on.

He laid awake the rest of the night and into the morning. He distracted himself with a mindless game on his phone in hopes of staying awake. It worked, because when you groaned and opened your eyes at nine o’clock, you were met with the sight of the baby sitting against his chest, her fingers curiously hitting his phone screen. You stretched your limbs before turning onto your side to face them, your hand touching the side of her leg.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You said with a smile as she looked up at you, dropping the phone and leaning forward to crawl to you. It was a very short distance, but it made your heart melt. “Did you wake Dada up?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She woke up at three thirty.. went back down at 4.. but I’ve been up since then.”

You furrowed your brows. “Babe, why? Do you feel okay?”

“M’so anxious.. she wouldn’t let me put her in the crib earlier.. wouldn’t let me leave her at all.”

You sighed gently while she grabbed onto the thin strap of your shirt, her pretty eyes on yours.

“Sweet girl, what’s gotten into you, hm?” You ask with a slightly frown. “Dada’s not gonna disappear, baby.”

“Ma ma ma.” She reached for your lip, and you didn’t stop her from grabbing it.

“Baby girl, don’t hurt Mama’s mouth, yeah? Dada’s gotta trim your nails.” Harry pulled her hand down, which got her attention.

She babbled to him, then decided to turn back towards him. He closed his eyes for a moment to compose his nerves. The baby gladly got comfortable against him, her back leaned on his abdomen and her hands messing with his fingers.

“I feel like m’not doing something right.”

You gulped softly, scooting over to be closer to them. “She’s just being a bit clingy, darling. Nothing’s wrong.”

“What if something is, though?”

Even though it was not the easiest thing to deal with, you completely understood Harry’s worry. Your baby was acting different than normal, and that alone is very concerning . Despite not noticing any obvious medical signs, you proposed an option.

“We can take her to the doctor today and get her checked out if you want to, but, baby, I think she’s just anxious to be away from you.”

His lips dropped as the baby turned her head to look at him, a smile on her precious face. He licked his lips and gently touched the side of her head, her soft hair that curled very subtly on the edges made his skin tickle.

“Princess, m’so scared for you, doll.” He grabbed her to bring her closer to his face. He fell onto his back, sitting her on his stomach after kissing her cheek. “Is your tummy hurting? Hm?”

You watched with a sinking heart as he gently rubbed his thumb over her belly while his hands held her in place.

“Dada wishes you could tell us, baby girl.”

“Don’t be scared, okay?” You grabbed his hand, giving it a hard squeeze. “She isn’t bloated or having any bad reactions.”

He shook his head. “Please.. can we take her to the ER?”

“I guess so. Did she have a bottle when she woke up?“ you asked while sitting up, the covers falling to your lap.

“Yeah a bottle and some Cheerios.”

He copied your actions and got off the bed with the baby in his arms, a protective hand against her back as he followed you to the bathroom. The baby started to whine as you disappeared. Harry caught up with you, a worried frown on his face.

“Now she’s doing it with you.”

You took a deep breath while sitting down on the toilet. Harry leaned against the doorframe, the baby reaching out for you.

“Give Mama a few seconds, baby. She isn’t going anywhere.”

“Can you get her dressed?”

“What if she freaks out when you’re out of her sight?”

You finished your business and got up to wash your hands. Harry moved closer to you as you rubbed your hands together under the water. The baby was grunting, her small hand on your shoulder as Harry watched your reflection.

“Hey, sugar plum.” You turned to face her, but didn’t take her from him. “Stay with Dada, okay? You gotta get dressed.”

“Darling, please don’t leave her.” Harry whined, sounding just as anxious as the baby.

“Harry, just put her clothes on, please.”

He didn’t want to argue with you, so when you walked past them to get your own clothes out and handle a few other things, Harry pressed a kiss to the baby’s cheek and headed towards her nursery.

His mind was scattered around - worrying thoughts and feared possibilities were fighting for his attention. What if something was wrong with her that they couldn’t see on the outside? Was it some sort of internal problem? The thought of his daughter experiencing pain that he couldn’t see or notice was frightening. He never wanted her to feel bad at all, let alone be unable to tell him. His hands were shaking as he grabbed a onesie and began dressing her after checking her diaper.

“M’so sorry you’re feeling bad, my girl. I hate this so much.” He told her as he pulled the fabric over her head and gently brought her arms through the holes. “God, I hope it’s just you being a bit clingy, baby, and nothing bad.”

Her eyes were locked on his face as he talked. For now, she was content.

There was a trace of guilt in Harry’s gut as you sat in the emergency room waiting area. He thought about the chance he’d be taking a spot from someone who actually needed it. But then again, what if his baby did need it? He couldn’t stop thinking about what could be wrong. He was holding the baby in his lap while your arm was around his neck, trying to keep him relaxed.

“Hope we brought enough Cheerios.” You said with a small laugh as the baby dug her hand into the container to grab a few pieces.

“I packed an extra bag.” He mumbled, his eyes glued to her face as she ate.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked while bringing your hand to his chest, giving him slow circular rubs. “Your heart is racing.”

“Just nervous, baby.” He couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from lifting as the baby turned her head to look at him, that specific name always got her attention. “Hope nothings wrong.”

“Everything will be okay.” You reminded him with a kiss to his cheek. “We’ve jsut got to stay grounded, yeah? If something is wrong.. we have to be brave.. can’t freak out, okay?”

He nodded. “I know, I know.”

“You picked out a cute outfit, Dada.” You said in a cheerful voice, the baby looking at him with a grin. She was wearing a yellow onesie with a white ruffled skirt. “Pretty girl.”

“Honey, M’scared.” Harry mumbled to you.

“Don’t be, Harry. It’s okay.” It hurt you to hear him say that so fearfully, but there was nothing more you could do aside from waiting for the doctor to check her out. “She seems like a happy little bug right now, hm?”

He chuckled as the baby shoved Cheerios in to her mouth, drool slipping down her face as she tried to eat her hand. “Making a mess, sugar plum.” He said to her as she stuck her wet hand back into the container, Cheerios sticking to her hand. “Still cute as a button, though, yeah?”

The door suddenly opened across the room, making Harry perk up. He secured the baby on his lap, waiting for her name to be called. You sat your hand on his thigh, hoping to give him some comfort in this very stressful situation.

“Mathews.” The lady called out, making Harry huff and fall against the back of the chair.

“Fuck.”

“Shh, don’t say that.” You nudged his side, even though he mumbled the word you didn’t like for people, including you two, to swear around the baby.

“Sorry, m’just.. I know she looks fine but.. that doesn’t mean she’s not important.”

You were not surprised anymore at his behavior. You shook your head and gently rolled your eyes, deciding to gather up the baby’s things in case you are called next.

“You’ve got to get your nerves together, babe. Relax.”

“I can’t.” He muttered back, feeling like you were going to mock him if he kept on. “There something’s wrong with our baby.”

You squeezed his knee. “And they’ll take care of her.”

He huffed again. “I know, darling.”

“Ma ma ma.” The baby started to get fussy, which only made Harry worry even more. She reached for you, l most knocking the Cheerios to the ground but Harry grabbed them. “Ma ma!” She was getting louder.

“Come here, baby girl.” You said calmly, for Harry’s sake mostly, and took her from his lap.

She was whining, but not crying so you were thankful for that. Harry watched her closely as she laid her head on your shoulder, her eyes looking at him curiously. He gave her a smile and softly rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

“Dada’s so sorry, my love. I just want you to be better.”

You weren’t sure why she suddenly wanted you, but it didn’t seem out of the ordinary. She was your child, of course she’d need you every now and then. Harry, of course, was letting this go straight to his worried mind.

“She’s okay, Daddy.. probably just a little sleepy.”

“Probably..” He sighed out, wishing he could just fix everything right now. “That’s not.. an answer.”

In order to prevent any more drama or chaos with him, you chose not to reply. He knew you were there for him, emotionally and physically. Everything was going to be okay. Deep down, he knew that, and you knew that. It was hard to keep a clear mind, and fighting or going back and forth about it isn’t going to help.

Five minutes of silence passed by. The baby was cuddled up against you, her eyes struggling to stay open. Harry was letting her hold onto his index finger, giving her up a little shake every couple moments to keep her alert. He didn’t want her to fall asleep just yet. Finally, after what felt like a century for Harry, the doors opened and a lady in pink scrubs leaned against the frame.

“Styles.”

Harry jumped up, grabbing the baby’s bag from the floor. You sighed to yourself as you stood, too, keeping the baby against your shoulder as you started to walk. Harry kept his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the door. He was so antsy and nervous, fear had taken over his body completely.

“Hi, there, sweetheart.” The nurse said as the baby leaned up, her eyes curiously looking at the woman. “We’re going to get you feeling all better.”

Harry gulped at that, what if they couldn’t? The nurse gestured for you to step into a room after a few moments of walking. Harry was the last to enter, allowing the nurse to go ahead of him. He was extremely afraid of what was going to happen. You were about to sit down in one of the chairs when the woman spoke.

“Do you minding sitting on the chair here?”

“Oh, yeah.” You said with a smile as you used the metal step on the side to help you up.

“S’okay, baby girl.” Harry rushed to your side, the baby was whining a little.

“She’s okay, Harry.” You mumbled back as you got situated, opting to sit her on your lap.

The nurse gave you a smile, even she noticed Harry was being a bit dramatic. “Now, we just got another ER doctor in.. so things should be moving quicker. I’ll do some vitals on her real quick, make sure there’s nothing too extreme we need to worry about.”

“Okay, she’s normally content with these things.” You said as the lady grabbed a small sleeve to check the baby’s blood pressure. “So, i apologize if she gets fussy.”

She shook her head at you. “No worries, honey. If she does get a bit fussy that might help us out.”

Harry was sitting in one of the normal chairs now, his hands clamped together as he stared at the baby, watching her every little move. He felt like he was about to throw up.

The nurse didn’t take very long doing the vital checks. The moment she mentioned the possibility of having to do urine and blood tests, to get a better idea of what was going on internally, Harry started to panic and cry. There was nothing you could do about that, though. He was trying so hard to get his mind together, but the thought of his baby being so sick that she needed blood drawn was heart wrenching to him. It was just a suggestion that could be made, there was no set in stone decision yet. He was unable to realize that.

Once the nurse was gone, you were able to move to the chair next to him, the baby in your lap as one arm was around his shoulders. He was slumped against you, one hand covering his face and the other pressing against the baby’s stomach, making sure she was secured. He just cried for a few minutes, everything was crashing down at once and it was overwhelming.

Eventually, the doctor came to the room and took a look at the baby. He listened to your explanation of what was going on, and decided it would be best to try a few experiments.

“Alright.. so, I’m leaning towards nothing being wrong internally.” He said as he gently pushed against the baby’s stomach. She gave him a weird look and furrowed her brows, which made you smile. She had the cutest reactions. “She’s reacting to me how she should.. either she shouldn’t care or she’s like hey, who’s this guy touching me?”

You laughed quietly at his words, watching closely as the baby began to lose interest in the doctor. He pushed harder, and she was just looking around, not reacting in any bad ways. He nodded to himself and moved to her side, still pressing down to try to detect any internal pain. Nothing was happening that was out of the ordinary.

“Now, we can’t just feel the head or the brain to check. So, if you want us to do a scan on her head, we can definitely do that. But.. I think it’s just going to be some normal anxiety issues.”

You glanced over at Harry as he said that - it was the same thing you had told him several times already.

“That’s what I was assuming.” You sighed gently.

“Based on what’ve you said about how she reacts when you leave or.. her struggle to stay asleep.. I think that’s going to be our answer.”

“I want a scan done, please.” Harry said suddenly, making everyone look over at him.

The doctor rotated his stool slightly to get a better angle. “If that’s a desire you two have, we will have no issue going through with that.” The doctor said. “But first I’d like to do a few things.”

The doctor rolled the stool back, creating some distance from you. He wrote a few things down on his clipboard before sitting it aside and looking back at you.

“Alright, how about we do this. Mom, give her over to Dad and step out of the room for me. We’ll keep the door open for now. Just stand facing away from us.”

You swallowed, but nodded. There was nothing you weren’t willing to do for your baby. You got off the chair and passed her to Harry, kissing her temple softly before letting her go. You didn’t say anything to her, just walked to the door and opened it. You weren’t aware, but the baby turned her head towards you and frowned, her hand reaching out for you. It made Harry’s heart hurt - this was like torture for the baby. You were standing where half of your body was visible.

“Alright, Mom.. now go a little down the hall and I’ll shut the door.” The doctor said as he stood up and grabbed the handle.

You disappeared from the doorway and the door shut. The baby began to whine, hitting her hand against Harry’s shoulder. She was glancing around the room, trying to find you. It was making Harry’s stomach ache as he watched her - confused and unsure. He looked at the doctor, who was just watching the baby closely.

“Alright.” He stood up and opened the door, gesturing for you to come back.

The moment you did, the baby’s eyes lit up and she grinned, reaching for you. You weren’t sure if you could take her just yet, so you gave her a smile and sat down by Harry.

“Now, Dad’s turn.”

Harry gulped as looked over at you. It was all so surreal for him. Why would someone want to torture his baby this way? It was cruel, and it was a waste of time. Of course, it actually wasn’t cruel at all. Harry tended to be more dramatic when it came to the baby. She didn’t give Harry a second of her attention as he passed her to you. You sat her in your lap and let her get comfortable as Harry stood up.

At first, she didn’t realize he had even moved from beside her because she was occupied with playing with your thumb on her belly. But the second she heard the door creak open and shut, she lifted her head and looked next to her, expecting to see her father’s lap or maybe even his eyes looking at her. But there was nothing.

“Ma ma ma!” She whined out, twisting around towards you.

You didn’t say anything, just watched as she reacted to him missing. She struggled to stand up on your thighs, so you helped her up and held on to her tight. The doctor let it go on for about thirty seconds, then called for Harry to come back in.

Everything went back to normal the moment Harry sat down next to you. The baby didn’t even want him, she just needed him to be close by.

“So, when does she normally get like this? When you’re in public or around other people in a smaller room?” The doctor said as he crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the baby.

“Constantly.” Harry said, it surprised you that he actually decided to do the talking. “If I leave the room for a second, she’ll get fussy. If the two of us aren’t sitting or laying with her constantly she.. she gets upset.”

“Has this been going on a while?”

You shook your head. “Not to this extent. It started getting bad yesterday and we just.. didn’t want to wait in case it was something else.”

The baby babbled to herself as she reached for Harry’s arm. He offered to take her and she practically jumped into his hands, making him chuckle and snuggle her close.

“I’m going to safely say that there is nothing medically, internally, or dangerously wrong with your baby.” The doctor sighed, but offered you a kind smile. “She’s at the age where she’s developed a very secure attachment to her parents and.. anxiety is quite common. She may have days where it’s not as bad, and some when it’s worse. But, she’ll be okay.”

“There’s.. nothing we can do?” Harry asked with furrowed brows and a frown.

“There are pediatric medications.. but I wouldn’t suggest jumping straight onto those. Maybe give this a few weeks, months even, and if things don’t improve in any way.. see your pediatrician for further treatment.”

You took a deep breath. “And the tests? Everything was fine?”

“Yes, from the results we have already, everything is fine. We can still do a brain scan or the blood test if you’re wanting to. No harm in doing that.”

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Not only is your baby okay, but Harry will be okay. He’s been so hyped up over this that you had worried he was going to lose his mind. The two of them are your favorite people in the world, and they’re finally both okay. You turned your head towards Harry, biting your tongue as you watched the baby gently pat her hand against Harry’s cheek. He gave her a grin, then smushed a kiss to her cheek, making her squeal. She was happy.

“We don’t need a scan. Thank you so much for everything.”

Harry didn’t say anything, mainly because he knew you were level headed and had this under control. He heard the doctor say nothing was wrong that could be dangerous, and that’s all he really needed to hear.

Harry was exhausted by the time you returned home. He had hardly slept any, and it was catching up to him. You suggested a nap after a quick lunch, which he didn’t turn out. After helping you clean up, he took the baby upstairs to change her out of her now food stained clothes, her baby food landed more on her body than in her mouth. Eventually, you made it to the bedroom where you found them under the covers, Harry’s arm around the baby as she laid on her side, curled into his chest.

“You were right, by the way.. You always know everything.” Harry said through a sigh as you pulled the covers back to slip underneath them.

You smiled, but just shook your head at him. He reached over to drape his arm over your side as you got comfortable next to the baby, not too close though - you didn’t want to smother her.

“Did you give her a bath?” You asked in a whisper as the smell of her lotion quickly took over your nose.

“No, I felt like I was rubbing her skin off when I was cleaning her up.. so I put some lotion on her.”

“You’re the best daddy in the world, y’know?” You sat your hand over his elbow, thumb rubbing his skin in a slow, circular motion. Sometimes he needed the simple things like that.

He huffed. “I freaked out.. like a psycho. I.. I should’ve known it was just..” He stopped himself, gulping gently as his eyes moved down to the sleeping baby next to him.

“You were worried, baby. So was I. There’s nothing wrong with being worried or afraid.” You reminded him, hoping that would ease his nerves - but you knew him too well.

“I lost all the common sense I had, babe. I.. it was like I was freakin’ crazy.”

Dealing with him could ware you out sometimes. Ever since the day you found out you were pregnant, he’s been struggling with anxiety and worry. He doesn’t ever want anything to happen to you or the baby, and it’s a constant thought that refuses to leave his mind.

“You were just worried about our little baby, Harry. Don’t beat yourself over this. You’re the best daddy ever.”

He let the tension go in his shoulders, but he never looked away from her. “I dunno what I’d do if anything ever happened to her.. m’so glad she’s okay.”

“I love you, okay?” You pinched his skin to get his attention.

His eyes shifted to meet yours, a soft smile came to his lips. “I know. I love you more.”

“Look at her, all warm and cozy, hm?” You laughed slightly, admiring the way she was laying.

Her legs were pulled up to her stomach, and both hands were tucked between her body and Harry’s. She was comfortable and content, to say the least. He smiled as he glanced at her, so glad that he was holding her in your bed and not in a hospital bed.

“Our little love bug.” He whispered softly, not wanting to disturb her.

“Take a nap, okay? You need it just as much as she does.”

(a/n: this is the final “part” of this concept (the baby being “sick”), but.. I am definitely willing to write more for this pairing! Should I reveal baby styles’s name in the next update?)

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baronessblixen · 10 months

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When It Rains

Year of the OTP June! The prompts I used are: sick fic – accidental love confession – downpour

Set in season 6, fluff with a hint of Diana angst. And a sick Mulder. Wc: 1,552

Tagging @today-in-fic

Dressed in an old t-shirt and sweatpants that are just the tiniest bit too big on her small frame, she elbows open her apartment door, a basket full of dirty laundry in her arms. In her hallway, she almost crashes into a soaking wet, swaying figure. Just as she’s about to berate him for loitering in front of her apartment, she realizes who exactly it is.

“Mulder?” she asks, setting down her basket.

“Oh hey,” he says as if surprised to see her here. In her hallway. In front of her apartment.

“You’re soaking wet,” she says, watching the puddle by his feet increase. He’s going to ruin the carpet. But there are more important things to focus on. “What happened to you?” Instead of an answer, he just sighs and shrugs. Looking more closely at him, she notices that his pupils are shot. Drunk. He has to be drunk. Right?

“It’s raining,” he says simply.

That’s the understatement of the year. They’re currently experiencing an exceptional downpour and according to meteorologists, the rain is not going to stop until the morning. One of the many reasons Scully decided to stay home this Saturday night. She’s still getting used to having weekends to herself. With the X-Files closed, more often than not, she finds herself with free time now. At least it gives her enough time to do her laundry.

“Come inside.”

“You were on your way out,” he says.

“I was just doing laundry,” she explains, trying to help him out of his leather jacket. It’s heavy with rain. “Let’s get you into the bathroom, Mulder. Take off your shoes.”

“Hm?” He’s just standing there, still swaying.

“Your shoes,” she says patiently. “Take them off.”

“Oh,” he says, staring down at his feet. “Right.”

“Were you out drinking?” It’s none of her business, she thinks. Except he came here, to her apartment. She has a right to know. The last time this happened, she found herself on a plane to Texas, and later out of a job. She shudders, remembering everything that came after. Her memory is still spotty in places. Another apartment, another hallway, and a bee. A kiss that never was. Then there’s a lot of icy darkness in her mind. Even now, months later, the frostbites sometimes nip at her when she least expects it.

“I’m not drunk,” he says, but his words are slurred.

“It’s okay, Mulder.” She tugs on his arms to get him to the bathroom, but he’s heavy, and he’s unwilling. He’s shaking his head so hard that she fears he’s going to crash into the wall.

“Not drunk,” he repeats. “I wasn’t feeling well,” he says. “I just- there were pills in the medicine cabinet. I took them. The first didn’t do anything, so I took something else.” Her alarm bells are ringing.

“What did you take?” she asks and he just shrugs.

“I thought it was Tylenol. Wait. I think the other was Benadryl. My throat was so itchy.”

“Mulder, you don’t have any allergies.”

“They make me sleepy,” he says and yawns as if to prove his point. “I take them sometimes. You said I shouldn’t take sleeping pills.” She cracks a small smile, glad that he listened to her for once.

“That’s good, Mulder. You said your throat is itchy?” He nods and as she looks closer at him, she realizes that he does look sick, not drunk. The area around his nose is pale, while his nose itself is red. She touches his cheeks and they’re warm to her touch. So is his forehead. “When did you start feeling sick?” And why didn’t you call me, she adds mentally.

“Yesterday,” he admits. “Thought I was just tired but,” he pauses and coughs. “I didn’t want to bother you. Now I’m coughing all over you, making you sick, too.”

“Mulder, if you were feeling sick yesterday it’s very likely you already infected me anyway.”

“You’re the medical doctor,” he says with a drowsy smile. He may not be drunk, but he’s definitely not sober either.

“I am,” she says with a soft smile. “That’s why you need to listen to me. We need to get you out of these wet clothes. Where’s your umbrella?”

“Didn’t bring one,” he says, letting Scully lead him toward the bathroom. “Wasn’t raining when I left. It started when I was at Diana’s.” Her fingers were just busy unbuttoning his shirt but now pause.

“Diana.” She repeats the name slowly, every letter bile on her tongue. Mulder, clueless to her emotional turmoil, nods and goes on.

“She kept hanging up on me,” he says. "I tried calling her. I didn't want to go over there."

“It’s okay, Mulder,” Scully says, distracting herself with undressing Mulder. Despite having worn a jacket, his shirt is so wet that she has to wring it out. “You don’t owe me an explanation.” But her mind is spinning. If he was at Diana’s, why is he here now? Why did he leave? Her thoughts are so out of control that she doesn’t notice Mulder tug at her t-shirt at first. He’s shirtless himself and his jeans are already unbuttoned. She’d prefer if he took his pants off himself, but he seems preoccupied with what’s happening in his head.

“I went to her apartment,” he says and Scully wishes she could just cover her ears and not hear what he has to say. No matter how childish that instinct may be. “I wanted her to listen to me. You always listen to me, Scully.” He says, touching her cheek. His skin is warm against hers and she has to stop herself from leaning into his touch.

“What did you want to tell her?” Scully asks in spite of herself.

“That she needs to stop. That she needs to listen. I’ve been trying to tell her, to explain it to her. About you.”

“About me?” Again, he nods. He breaks into a smile and she’s overwhelmed by the instinct to pinch his rosy cheeks. His hair, drying already, is sticking in every direction imaginable, making him look cuter than he should be.

“She doesn’t listen,” he repeats. “I keep trying to tell her that I- she wants things that I don’t want.” Her roaring heartbeat almost drowns out his voice.

“I went to her apartment to tell her that I love- that I love you.” Her eyes grow wide at his confession. He’s staring at her, calm as ever. “Can you believe she hung up on me?” She's not sure he realizes what he just admitted. What he confessed to her. He loves her. This isn’t the first time he’s saying it, of course. The last time wasn’t long ago. It was right after they saved him from the Bermuda Triangle. He’d been high on painkillers then, too. But she can’t deny that he’s said it twice now in about as many months.

“She said I was nuts.” He’s grinning from ear to ear now. As if Diana calling him crazy for loving Scully was the greatest compliment he could imagine. “Nothing I haven’t heard before. I stood my ground, Scully. Said I love you. Did you know that? I didn't mean to blurt it out just now, but... I love you. I needed Diana to know it, too. I needed her to understand it. You know what happened next?” She shakes her head gently, unsure whether she wants to know what he’s going to say next.

“She threw me out. Asked her for an umbrella and she slammed the door in my face.”

“I’m sorry, Mulder.”

“Is this what you always wear on weekends, Scully?” He touches the hem of her shirt and she blushes.

“Sometimes,” she says. “It’s my laundry outfit.”

“I like it. I like it a lot.”

“I think you’re delirious.”

“I think you might be right,” he admits, coughing again.

“Can you take off your jeans or do you need help?”

“I wouldn’t mind help,” he says with a grin, “but I can do it myself.”

“I’m going to get you something dry to wear,” she says, squeezing his shoulder. She uses the moment away from Mulder to take a deep breath and sort her thoughts. Tonight, she won’t contemplate what any of this means. But she knows she’ll have to hide a grin the next time she sees Diana Fowley.

When she returns to the bathroom, Mulder is naked. She averts her eyes, even though he doesn’t seem to mind. He helps her into the sweatpants and the t-shirt. When they’re done and Mulder is dressed, he smiles at her warmly.

“We're matching," he says proudly. He's right, too. "You’re not going to throw me out, are you?” he asks.

“If I did, I’d give you an umbrella.”

“Thank you, Scully.” His grin is accompanied by another cough, reminding her that it's very likely he'll feel worse in a couple of hours. She'll be there for him it that's the case. Just like she hopes he will be there for her when she catches whatever is ailing him.

He’s asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow. She watches him for a moment before she presses a kiss to his forehead. I love you, too, she thinks but doesn’t dare say. Not yet, anyway.

#almost gave up on this #but like i managed six months of this #i can do another six #i wanted to write angst #who am i even kidding #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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causticjuice · 8 months

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A Refreshing Distraction — Part 1

Copia x masc!reader

(Part 2 here)

Summary: You convince Papa to go see a movie with you as a break from his paperwork. He still needs some help clearing his mind, and you do so with pleasure.

Notes: Reader is referred to by masculine terms (only in Italian in this part) and wears a cassock (even though they’re a Sibling because fuck the rules in this here satanic church). Their genitals are not mentioned. Also, I know that Copia wears those black nitrile gloves in the chapters but I cannot have that, he’s wearing leather ones.

Tags: SMUT (18+ MDNI), oral sex, car blowjob (while driving), getting caught (sorta, not really)

Word count: 1.6k

ao3

You walk through the corridors leisurely, admiring the intricately carved wooden panels on the walls while making your way to Copia’s office. You know he has been having a hard time with tax season lately and you haven’t seen him in days. It seems strange to you anyway that a Papa would be the one filing his own taxes, but you accepted it. He’s been holed up with those papers long enough, and probably unable to make any progress at this point, so you decided to take his mind off of it for a bit. You heard of a new movie that just started playing in theaters and thought that would be a good enough distraction. It’s your day off and you know Copia will appreciate going at a time when the place isn’t packed. Once you arrive at his door, you give it three rapid knocks and once you hear his voice telling you to come in, you open the door.

“Oh, hello, Fratello! I wasn’t expecting you today,” Copia says, grinning.

“Yeah, well, I haven’t seen you in a while. And I have no duties scheduled today so I thought we could go see a movie together,” you suggest, with a subtle hint of uncertainty in your voice, already anticipating his response.

“Unfortunately, I, uh…,” he gestures to his desk, “need to deal with this now. But I will gladly go another time.”

You pause for a few seconds. You know this work is important but he still needs some time off. You can see his eyes look puffy, even with the paint around them. “I think you’ve earned a trip out to the town for a bit.”

“I do need to finish this, caro,” he insists, while giving you an apologetic look.

You decide to try to convince him to go one more time. “Think about it. I bet you've been sitting there, trying to figure out some little detail and not able to do it, right? Your brain needs a break, Copia.”

He sighs, staring for a moment at the stack of papers in front of him. “Okay, I will go.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you a good time,” you smirk.

“Alrighty, give me a moment, hm?” He scurries out of the room after you give him a small nod.

You sit down at the desk and scan over the chaos in front of you. There are at least five different piles of papers, different bowls, plates and cutlery all stacked together and many empty juice boxes, on the desk itself and in the small trash can next to it. You hear an exasperated “damn it” and break out of your trance.

The door that Copia left through opens once again and you see him appear.

“I’m so sorry but it seems that I, eh, have no other clean clothes… I have just been so busy–“

“Oh, don’t worry, you look fine. We’re not going to the Met Gala! C’mon, we’ll be late.”

“A-are you sure? Won’t I stand out?” He asks.

“I will stand out more in my cassock than you will in a tracksuit and T-shirt.”

“Hm… Okie dokie, let’s go.” He gestures to the door, letting you leave first.

On the drive to the theater, you notice that he’s gripping the steering wheel tightly enough that the leather of his gloves is almost constantly squeaking against it, and his jaw is clenched.

“Are you okay, Papa?” you question.

“Ah, sì, sì, just worried about work,” he answers.

“Hmm. Maybe I can help you take your mind off of it?” You place your hand gently on his thigh, slowly moving it higher.

“I’m not sure what you– Oh,” he cuts off as your fingers almost reach his crotch.

“Is that alright? May I continue?”

“Y-yes, please.”

You move your hand up until it is resting over his bulge and lightly stroke. Once you notice he is getting hard, you squeeze a little as you continue your movement. A tiny gasp escapes Copia’s lips and his eyes close briefly.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Papa,” you tease. He clears his throat and straightens up a bit, composing himself.

Satisfied that he will pay attention now, you hook your thumb on the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear and pull them down, letting his cock spring out against his belly. You grasp him and run your thumb over his head, gathering his precum. You can’t stop the urge to taste his arousal and bring the drop to your mouth. Copia glances over at you for a moment as you hum at the taste. Wanting to taste more of him, you dip your head down and run the tip of your tongue directly over his slit, which earns you a shudder.

You start to lick in circles around his head while occasionally pumping your hand over his length. You can feel his toned thighs tense slightly under your other hand and hear his breathing becoming just a little more shallow and rapid. You still the hand working him and lower your head, taking him deeper into your mouth, while reaching your tongue down towards his balls. After a moment of pause, you move up, pressing your tongue against him until you reach the top once again. A low moan comes from Copia, clearly becoming more aroused while also being mildly frustrated at your slow pace. He seems to be letting go of his shy demeanor and letting lust take over.

Just as you start to pick up your pace, you can feel the car slow to a stop and a hand pressed on the back of your head.

“We’re at a stoplight now, topolino, don’t move,” Copia whispers.

The top of his LeSabre is down, so you know it would be plainly obvious to anyone around if you continued. You decide to tease him just a little bit by massaging his balls delicately, not being able to do much more with his cock down your throat and his hand restricting you. The sound that escapes him, a mix of a moan and yelp, is absolutely obscene and not at all what you expected from your gentle action. That’s when you feel his hand grip your hair and yank you off of him. He keeps you just below eye level, glaring at you, completely red in the face. You glance over to his left and see two people in another convertible staring at you with wide eyes. You grin and wave at them with the hand that just elicited that over-the-top response, your face portraying a bizarre mix of mischief and embarrassment.

The car you’re looking at starts driving and you hear a honk from behind. Copia quickly lets go of your hair, grabs the stick shift and starts driving.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He yells.

“What? We’ll probably never see those people again.”

“And what if they know who I am?”

“Then I’m sure this is not much worse than what they’ve seen from you before.” He huffs in response. “What was that reaction anyway? I barely touched you.”

“I wasn’t expecting it!”

You glance down at his crotch and see that he’s still hard.

“You wanna keep going?” You ask.

“You better finish what you started,” he replies, still clearly annoyed at you.

This time, he is much more rough once you start again. You begin with an already relatively quick pace, bobbing your head up and down while keeping a bit of suction. Whenever he doesn’t need to use it for driving the car, he places his hand on your head and shoves you down, all the while grunting and growling. You can tell from a glance at your surroundings that you’re at the part of the road where it is straight and uninterrupted for a while, and you speed up even more. Copia’s hips start to move in rhythm with you and his fingers are now threaded through your hair.

“Cazzo, Fratello–” he growls low in his belly and his hips begin to stagger at the top of his movement. You keep moving your head up and down, committing to memory the blissful feeling of having him fill your mouth up and making him unravel under you.

He tenses up and thrusts one last time as you keep your nose pressed against him and feel his cum spill directly down your throat and into your stomach. You pull off of him just in time to pump one more rope out and catch it on your tongue this time to taste him.

“Hmm, you taste so delicious, Papa,” you moan as you lift yourself up.

Copia only pants and huffs, unable to respond, all of his attention split between coming down from his pleasure and driving the car.

After a moment, you tuck him back into his clothes to the best of your ability, only seconds before he pulls into the parking lot at your destination.

You notice he is still in a dazed state, pausing for a beat too long after stopping the car.

“Everything good?” you ask, and just as you get the words out, he turns sharply towards you and pulls you into an intense kiss, grabbing the back of your neck. After you quickly adjust to the surprise, you deepen the kiss and swirl your tongue against his. As you do, he moans and pulls away.

“Sì, I suppose that does taste nice,” he smiles with a glint in his eye, “that was incredible, tesoro, thank you.”

“My pleasure. Besides, you can return the favor during the movie.”

#my fic #smut #mdni #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv #copia #copia x reader #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost band fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfiction #ghost band smut #copia fanfiction #copia fanfic #my first fic #I have no clue what I'm doing

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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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so much Love for the skirata boys! Amazing 😻 to add to that would you be comfortable writing for Ordo Skirata? Something sweet with a first kiss maybe? Thank you 😊

I Want To Kiss You

Summary: You've been dating Ordo for several weeks now, but you still haven't kissed him, and you're starting to develop some concerns.

Pairing: Ordo Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 1262

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: My first Ordo fic! I sure am glad that Wookieepedia has as "Personality" section on their pages, and even more lucky Ordo has a lot more than Gregor! I hope this is what you wanted!

Divider by Saradika

“Are you sure you want this here?” Ordo asks as he slides your new shelf into place. A shelf that he built with his own two hands. “Everything is going to be directly exposed to the sun, cyare.”

“I know, I’m planning on putting my plants on it.” You reply as you rest your chin on your folded arms and watch him work.

“That’ll be fine then,” He murmurs, and then he glances at you, “You’re staring, cyare.”

You grin at him unrepentantly, “You’re very starable, Ordo. Super attractive. 10 of 10 stars.”

He flashes a small grin and flings a small pillow at your face, which you catch before it hits you, “You’re just saying that.”

“No, no. I mean it.”

Ordo shakes his head, and then turns his attention back to the bookshelf to make sure it’s secure against the wall. You remain where you are, watching the muscles in his arms flex, and wishing you had come up with a clever reason for him to take the shirt off so you could watch his back muscles flex too.

Curse you and your brain and your inability to think when in Ordo’s presence.

You and Ordo have been dating for three weeks. And so far as you’re concerned, it’s been perfect. You get to hold his hand and take him to all of your favorite places, and show him all of your favorite movies, and show him your life.

He’s a little more reserved than you are, but that’s okay! You’re outgoing enough for the both of you. And he’s never once complained about all of the places you’ve dragged him in the three weeks you’ve been together.

Your one complaint, and only complaint, is that you haven’t kissed him yet. You have yet to work up the nerve to ask him if it was alright, and he’s never shown any inclination. In fact, aside from the hand-holding, which you instigate, and hugging, which you also instigate, he hasn’t shown any inclination to touch you at all.

This is a concern that you’ve been quietly nursing for the last week, when you realized that you always reached for his hand, and he never reached for yours.

You shift on the couch so you’re resting on your knees, a thoughtful frown crossing your lips.

“You want me to move it, don’t you?” Ordo asks, amusement clear in his voice.

“Hm? What?” You blink at him.

“The shelf. You’re frowning pretty hard at it.” Ordo clarifies.

“Oh! No, that’s where I want it. So my babies get all the sunlight they need.” You explain with an easy smile, “I was just thinking about something.”

“Well, whatever it is upsets you, what’s wrong?”

“No, it isn’t…” You hesitate, “It’s not important.” You finally say with a warm smile.

“It is to you, so it is to me.” Ordo replies, “Come on, cyare. Talk it through with me.”

“Um…” You hesitate for a moment, “Okay. I suppose I can do that.”

He flashes a small smile towards you, and then focuses his attention back on securing the shelf to the wall, “Go ahead, cyare. I’m listening.”

“I’m just wondering,” You say slowly, “If it maybe bothers you that I’m always touching you.”

He pauses and shoots you a surprised look, “Why would it bother me?”

“I dunno,” You shrug, but you won’t meet his gaze, “You just…never really seem all that interested in touching me.” You say slowly, before adding, quickly, “Not that that’s a problem, if you don’t. You don’t have to touch me if you don’t want to. I’m just…I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, that’s all.” You finish lamely.

There’s silence for a moment, and then you hear the sound of the tools getting set down. You glance up, and start when you feel his calloused fingers against your cheek, “Oh, my cyare.” His voice is soft, “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I’m not interested.”

“Some people don’t like being touched. That’s fine. But if I’m touching you and you don’t want it-”

His fingers trail from your cheek to lightly tap your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his, “I don’t touch you, cyare, because I’m worried that if I start then I won't stop. Or that I’ll hurt you.”

You blink at him, “I don’t understand.”

His fingers lightly trail over your lips, and then across your cheek and up your nose. They ghost over across your eyes, and behind your ear, and then down the column of your neck to rest at the base of your throat, “You’re so soft.” He murmurs, “So soft and so warm, and there’s nothing about me that’s soft. The last thing I want is to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I’m all sharp edges and broken pieces, my pretty girl.” Ordo replies, his voice so gentle with you. “I might hurt you without meaning to.”

“I don’t believe that.” You say as you reach out to press your hands against his cheeks.

“Hate comes as easily to me as breathing, cyare.” He warns.

“I don’t see it.”

Ordo stares at you hard, “Of course you don’t, how could I ever hate someone who looks at me like you do?”

“How do I look at you?” You ask.

“Like I’m the center of the whole galaxy. Like I’m the only other person who exists in your world.” Ordo murmurs, “Like you need me more than air or water or food.”

You laugh, a bubbly noise that makes him smile, “Well, you’re not wrong.” You say with a grin.

“With which bit?”

“All of it.”

“You have horrible taste in men-” Ordo starts.

“I want to kiss you,” You interrupt, and then you press your hand over your mouth, your face burning with embarrassment, “Um…I mean…I didn’t mean to say that outloud.”

But Ordo seems to be frozen, his jaw slightly slack.

“...Ordo?” You ask as your hand falls away from your lips.

His hand slides from your throat to the back of your neck, and he pulls you in as he crashes his lips against yours. You make a surprised noise, and then lean into the kiss.

Ordo breaks the kiss after only a moment, and he releases a shaky breath as he lightly presses his forehead against yours, “Should have done that weeks ago.” He mumbles.

“Yeah,” You agree, your voice dreamy.

“Does this help ease your concerns?” Ordo asks.

“Yeah.” You repeat, your voice still having a dreamlike quality to it.

He laughs softly, “My sweet cyare,” he presses his fingers against your lips, “If you had any idea about the thoughts that are constantly running through my mind, you’d kick me out and never talk to me again.”

You blink at him, and your tongue flicks against the pads of his fingers, “You should tell me these thoughts.”

“...later.” He says, sounding very, very distracted. “I should get back to securing the shelf,” Ordo adds, though his gaze remains locked on your lips.

You carefully, experimentally, flick your tongue across the pads of his fingers again, and Ordo’s breathing becomes very, very even.

“Cyare,” His voice is low, “I’m trying to stay respectful.”

You shoot him the most innocent and angelic expression you can muster, and then flick your tongue across his fingers again.

A curse falls from him, and then his lips are against yours again. This time the kiss is much more heated, and you feel a thrill of delight that you managed to push your handsome man into losing a little bit of control.

#star wars #tcw #ordo skirata x reader #ordo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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rainiishowers · 4 months

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Mammon luke and sapphire baking cupcakes together?

A/N: Uhm.. This was supposed to be much shorter...

Happy holidays to those who celebrate!! Scenario: It’s the holiday season, and Sapphire has been invited to Purgatory Hall by Simeon. Mammon, who hasn’t had much time to spend with Sapphire or the two angels, tags along.

Genre: Fluff @crazyyanderefangirlfan @lorkai @absolutepokemontrash @astershere @tisafinedayforsimping

———

In the House of Lamentation Group Chat

Sapphire: Simeon has invited me to Purgatory Hall, so I’ll be out for a while. If you need anything, lmk so I can pick it up.

Mammon: I’m comin’ with!!

Satan: Don’t hog her time, Mammon.

Mammon: I barely got any time with her this week!!

Sapphire: I’m getting ready at the entrance, be quick or I might leave you behind, Mammon.

Mammon: Hell yeah!!

Lucifer: Encouraging this behavior will only lead to bad things, Sapphire.

Sapphire: Well, he is correct with the fact that we have barely been able to spend any time together. I think this’ll be a good time to hang out.

———

Mammon was at the door in minutes, just as Sapphire was done checking she has everything. She looks up at the sort of out of breath Mammon with an amused smile on her lips and a raised eyebrow.

“You ready to go?”

“Yep!!”

“Hm.. Weren’t you going to give some early Christmas gifts to Simeon, Solomon and Luke?”

“Fuck, I forgot about that, gimme a minute!!”

Sapphire covers her hand when she laughs as Mammon races back to his room. She was glad that he took the holidays she introduced into the Devildom so seriously, so seriously to the point he gets early Christmas gifts!

———

They arrive at Purgatory Hall, with Mammon carrying three middle sized gifts for the three residents. The human knocks on the door, and the two hear feet pattering against the floor before Luke opens the door.

“Hi Sapphire!! And… Mammon??” The young angel blinks in surprise.

“Hello Luke. Mammon wanted to come along.” Sapphire explains, hanging up her coat as they enter.

“Did Sapphire arrive?- Oh! Mammon is here too?” Another surprised voice came from the kitchen, the voice belonging to Simeon.

“Sapphire said Mammon wanted to come along!” Luke says happily, turning back to face the two.

“Ah.. Let me guess, the other brothers have been taking too much of Sapphire’s time?” Simeon raises an eyebrow as he comes to the living room with some tea.

“Yer right on the money..” Mammon huffs, setting the gifts down beside the tea tray, sitting down beside Sapphire. She notices Luke staring at the presents and clears her throat.

“Those gifts are early Christmas gifts to you three from Mammon.” She explains, enjoying how the demon got embarrassed.

“Early Christmas gifts???” Luke looks at Sapphire and Mammon in shock.

“Ya don’t have to open them right now, if ya wanna wait till Christmas.” Mammon adds.

Luke looks at the older angel, as if asking if they can open them early. Simeon smiles and nods, taking the gift labelled to him when Luke excitedly hands it to him. Luke sits down besides Mammon before unwrapping his gift.

For Luke, it was a baking set with a high quality whisk, a handful of measuring spoons and cups, and a few other odd yet useful items for baking. For Simeon, it was a calligraphy set with pens and new sets of ink, as well as a notebook. "Woah! Thanks Mammon! I could always use new baking equipment! ..Especially since that accident in the kitchen.." He sighs, earning a curious look from the human and demon. "Did Solomon sneak back into the kitchen?" Sapphire asks "Unfortunately, yes. He caused an explosion that destroyed the measuring cups and other important baking equipment.." Simeon sighs. "Wha- Were ya guys okay?!" Mammon asks, concern clear on his face. Sapphire also looks at them in concern, holding the demon's hand to help him calm down as Luke nods. "We were fine. Solomon said he was going to visit the human world and get more equipment for me, that's actually where he is now." Luke hums, looking through the equipmentz "He better do that.." Mammon grumbles, upset at the fact that Luke's things got ruined

"Well, all the same, thank you for the gifts, Mammon." Simeon's smile returns to his face. Mammon shrugs and mumbles that it was nothing before the oven went off in the kitchen. Luke jumps up to the kitchen. Sapphire and Mammon follow and the two see the small angel taking gingerbread cookies out of the oven. They looked perfectly brown around the edges yet not burnt. "Those look delicious!" Mammon goes to grab one before Sapphire lightly slaps his hand away. "They just came out of the oven, Mammon, and they aren't decorated yet." Sapphire softly reminds the Avatar of Greed. She sees some other dry ingredients on the table and a laminated paper recipe besides them. "Yea! I need to decorate them, Mammon!" Luke huffs, although clearly not too upset at him. "Sorry, sorry" He apologizes, raising an eyebrow as he also looks at the table. "Ya were plannin' on baking something else?" The demon asks. "Mhm! It was a cupcake recipe Annabelle taught me." Annabelle was Sapphire's mother, who often taught Luke recipes when he goes to the human world. People often joke that Luke collects a lot of parental figures, but it appears it's transcending the three realms, now. The human inspects the recipe and visibly softens and a smile creeps up on her face. "This is the chocolate pomegranate cupcake recipe that she use to make. Passed it onto you, did she?" She looks at Luke, who looked surprised alongside Mammon. "What?? Can't a girl have a favorite recipe?" She teases with a raised eyebrow. "It's not that, Treasure, you just don't talk about your home life that much.. And I wasn't expecting you to be a fan of pomegranate." Mammon whispers the last part. "Well, it doesn't really come up that often, so I've never bothered to." She shrugs, putting the recipe down. "Can we bake with you, Luke?" She asks "Oh, sure!! Maybe we can decorate the gingerbread later!" He gives a bright smile before grabbing some things from the fridge.

———

“Can you mix this together, Mammon? I need to get the wet ingredients together.”

“Sure I can! It’ll be easy!”

Luke goes to the counter-space beside Mammon, happily humming as he pours in the wet ingredients. Meanwhile, Sapphire was put in charge of cutting the pomegranates for the frosting.

“Hey Treasure, ya have any other memories from your childhood?”

Luke looks up, also curious if the human had any stories to share. Sapphire hums, pondering on this.

“I remember my mother telling me that my father taught me all about the holidays, and how I adored it to the point that they would have to put on Christmas music no matter if it was Christmas or not, just so I wouldn’t cry.” She laughs awkwardly

“Christmas music?? All year long??” Luke blinks incredulously.

“Well, not all year long, but it definitely would’ve gotten tiring listening to June to December.”

“That reminds me of how during a specific time durin’ their younger years, the twins would only calm down if a specific song was playin’. It was cute at first but it took years for it to stop repeatin’ in my head.” Mammon reminisces.

“Nowadays, Belphie can sleep everywhere and anywhere..” Sapphire sighs, looking at Luke.

“Do you have any memories of when you were younger, Luke?”

Luke stays silent as he walks over with the mixture, seeming to think about the question.

“When I got my wings.. It wasn’t very pleasant.”

“Ough, I feel ya there, Fido. Getting your wings feels like somethin’ nice on paper, but it never is a pleasant experience.” Mammon shivers.

“I remember how doting Lucifer was when you first got wing pains.” Simeon walks in with a smile on his face.

“Well, he wasn’t just dotin’ on me! He was dotin’ on every one of my brothers.” Mammon corrects.

“That is true. Anyways, I’m going out on an errand, would you two mind staying here with Luke while I’m gone?” The angel asks.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” Sapphire nods.

Simeon thanks them and goes on his way, and as soon as Sapphire was sure he was gone, she pulls out her phone, getting a curious look from the two others.

Minutes later, Christmas music was playing from her phone, specifically the song “All I Want From Christmas Is You,” a song that Mammon both adored and despised for how much Sapphire played it.

It didn’t take long for the three to be in the festive mood, as Sapphire sang along to the music playing and getting Luke and Mammon to join in.

Both the cupcakes and other festive desserts were baked, cool and decorated, Sapphire singing and dancing through it all.

“I forgot that Sapphire liked the holidays this much!” Luke whispers to the demon, eyes wide.

“Well, it’s nice seein’ her so excited.” Mammon couldn’t help but give a small smile as his human continues her holiday spirit.

———

Everyone was gathered to merrily celebrate the holiday season at the House of Lamentation, and of course the desserts were served.

“You, Mammon and Luke baked these?”

Sapphire nods at Lucifer as he takes a bite of one of the many cupcakes.

“Annabelle gave Luke the recipe for these cupcakes, Sapphire said she enjoyed eatin’ them as a kid.” Mammon explains with his mouth full of the cupcake he took.

“I was a bit worried that something would go wrong with the cupcakes, and the taste would be all messed up, but I think Sapphire being there helped to make sure they tasted right!” Luke adds with a bright smile on his face.

“I think they turned out wonderfully, quite the festive dessert.” Barbatos comments, clearly proud of Luke for making such a dessert.

“I agree, these are absolutely divine. You have to make them again at some point!” Asmo tells Sapphire in between bites of his cupcake.

“I’d be happy to, might have to borrow that recipe so I don’t screw it up, Luke.” Sapphire looks at the small angel, who nods.

“Ah such a shame I didn’t get to make my stew… If I take a few shortcuts, I can make it taste like how it’s supposed to.” Solomon smiles innocently, causing the room to go silent and making sudden ominous auras to appear.

“Solomon, if you go into that kitchen, I am going to smite you.” Sapphire gives him the biggest death glare. Which got a laugh out of the sorcerer.

“C’mon it’s just one recipe!”

“Solomon- Hey!!” Sapphire runs after him as he slides off into the kitchen.

“It’s been nice knowing you all…” Levi whispers.

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MCU characters, any of them, would they just flirt or pine after their crush?

Hm, so just one or the other? Hm. Okay, I'll try not put too much overlap then cause... flirting and pining goes so hand in hand for me.

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor, Loki, Shuri, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, angst, flirting, teasing, pining, kissing, feelings realization, protectiveness

A/N: I just realized that one of my other fluffy MCU posts got flagged lmao. Don't know for that cause there was nothing smutty in there so hopefully this one is ok for Tumblr.

Steve is a complete gentleman while he flirts with you. He's prim and proper, almost courtly in the way he always offers you his arm to take when you take walks... well anywhere, even just down to the coffee shop down the street. He buys you flowers, always has his jacket ready to give you when it gets cold, offers to buy you a drink or does a silly little bow when you walk past him. He'll enjoy how you blush when he kisses your cheek, almost able to feel them warming up just from a little touch of his lips. How would you react is he kissed you on the lips? You might pass out. You can, he'll catch you.

Bucky is pining hard after you. He tries to distract himself from it all, going on missions, spending time with the Avengers and the Thunderbolts rather then in your company in order to get his feelings to go away. He doesn't want to get hurt but more importantly he doesn't want to hurt you, or be the reason someone else hurts you. Your friendship is important to him and he hates the thought of messing it up. Even if you do return his feelings he can't help but think how he doesn't deserve you, that you're too good for him. However even with all those feelings he won't stop helping you, or protecting you when you need it, wrapping his arm securely around your shoulders when the two of you walk home from the dance club or playing the protective boyfriend when someone won't leave you alone.

Sam can be a flirt when he wants to be. He's not one to back down when he sees you at the bar, chatting away with your friends and he wants to approach you. The thing is... he's not the smoothest at first. It definitely takes him a little to get on your good side but he's looking so cute and handsome with his shining smile and warm eyes that you can't help but laugh at the jokes he makes or the way he leans over just a little and brushes his shoulders against yours, inviting you towards the dance floor. One thing that he really confidant in is his dance moves, let him show off for you a little tonight, or a lot depending on how the night goes.

Natasha is extremely confidant in her flirting skills. However there is a hint of pining in there too. Not in a sense that she thinks she can't have you, you're falling over yourself just from a wink and a touch. No she's worried if your feelings would last past the initial puppy love stage. She knows full well how easy it is to have someone wrapped around her finger, ready to do anything she says because of a little kiss. It's so damn easy, too easy. So she wants you to be a bit of a challenge, to make it fun, to make it real. A little game of cat and mouse, or widow and prey in her case, can go a long way when it comes to winning her heart too.

Clint wants to flirt with you so badly but instead he catches himself pining for you as you seemed to have moved on since the universe reset itself. Before he would have swept you off your feet, all charming smiles and quips, but he can't find the energy for that anymore, he just wants to know that you're safe and alive and well. If that means not making a move on you then he will make that sacrifice. He can watch over you from afar, or from close since you're still pretty good friends. Aware that you had feelings for him before he doesn't want to give you false hope in fear of breaking your heart.

Thor is one of the most cocky flirts out there. He's had many, many years to perfect his pick up lines, and sometimes he doesn't even need them, sometimes a heated look is all it takes. The feeling of you shivering against his muscular body ignites the thunder in his veins, the feeling of need in his blood that makes him want you right now. There are definitely sparks flying, and not just metaphorically, but from his fingertips, his lips, his tongue as it presses against the back of your neck, promising more if you'd only go home with him tonight and let him show you what worshiping a god will grant you.

Loki can flirt with you as naturally as he can breathe. At first he's just looking at you, letting you be drawn to him, letting you be the one to approach him first. He wants to feel chased, desired, needed. The next thing you know you are in his lap while he whispers sweet things in your ear that make your head spin, your heart skip a beat and your cheeks grow hot. He takes great pleasure in the effect he has on you just from his words alone, just imagine what he would be able to do if he were to touch you. Oh, you think he'd let you have him that easily, oh no, gods no, he's got much more planned before that. He intends to make you the one who pines after him, only after he's had his fun will he let you have yours.

Shuri is playful but proper when she flirts with you. She might be busy through the day with lab work but she makes a point to take a few minutes every hour or so to send you a little voice message. They might come at the most random of times for you but they don't startle you anymore. You kind of expect her sweet voice in your ear and when you don't hear from her for hours you get worried and needy. All the more cause to tease and flirt with you afterwards. She holds your hand was you walk the halls of the palace and always presses a long kiss on the back of your hand when its time to part.

Kate wants to be good at flirting but messes up half-way through because she loses the confidence. She's definitely overthinking it in her head, what she could have said differently or how she could have approached you better. The poor girl is so wrapped up in her insecurities that she doesn't realize that you're already head over heels, swooning for her as it is. Your kiss upon her cheek almost makes her fall out of the bar chair she was sitting on, her tie coming slightly undone in an extremely attractive way. Instead of giving you the chance to explain that it wasn't a pity kiss she just leaves, but forgets her card. So you have her number now, all that's left is to call her and tell her how cute she is.

Peter is most definitely pining in silence from the other side of the classroom. He averts his eyes when he sees you looking his way, going back to his notes quickly. Pulls his hood over his head when he passes you by in the hallways, too shy to talk to you outside of class or when you're working on a project together. Speaking of he's really looking forward to spending the day at the library with you, its where he feels pretty relaxed and he can focus more easily. Even after he's already been a hero for some time he doesn't risk letting his feelings show but out of worry and protectiveness, not insecurity this time.

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National Targaryens Family Vacation: Chapter Thirteen (Jace, Aegon, Aemond x Reader)

A/N (IMPORTANT): OKAY SO HELAENA MAKES YOU GUYS HAVE A SEANCE IN THIS BUT BUT BUT if that kinda stuff makes you uncomfortable I have put a gif before the ghosty shit starts and after it ends so you can just scroll past it!! Aegon girls... enjoy!!!! (also please tell me some of y'all have seen ouija and remember how cute Olivia cooke was in it hehe)

Summary: Back at the hotel, Helaena suggests a "fun" little game.

Word Count: 3,008

Inspiration Credit: @tinfairies

TW: profanity, innuendo, suggestive material, ghosts/seance/Ouija board, kissing someone while drunk (ABSOLUTELY NOTHING FURTHER), mentions of throwing up while drunk

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them.

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So maybe going on yet another water ride after the sun had already gone down was a bad idea. No, it definitely was.

When you board Pirates of the Caribbean, you are so happy to get seated in the first row. You sit between Aegon and Helaena, waving at the diners at the Blue Bayou Restaurant that overlooks the beginning of the ride. Aemond comments to all of you that the water smells disgusting and that all this stagnant water probably attracts mosquitos. You pass through the beginning of the ride without anything much happening, but when the talking skull comes, giving his spiel about “what lies ahead”, Aegon turns to you.

“This is a drop, isn’t it?” he winces.

“Yup!” Luke grins from behind the two of you, making you both groan.

You, Aegon, and Helaena get the brunt of the water, being in the front row. It splashes all over your face, completely soaking the three of you, despite you leaning in toward Aegon to shield your face and Helaena leaning in toward you. No, that did not help at all. The ride is still fun, though, and you all love the animatronics, especially the dog with the jail cell key, recognizing that they copied him in the first Pirates movie (Luke reminds you, of course, that the movie is based on the attraction, and not the other way around).

When the six of you return to the hotel, you are all shivering and dripping all over the floor. If this wasn’t specifically a theme park hotel, you’re sure you all would’ve been kicked out by now. The front desk staff definitely aren’t huge fans of you, judging by the looks on their faces. There’s a group of six guys who seem to be around Aegon’s age, sitting on the lobby sofas you yourselves were sprawled across yesterday. Out of the corner of your eye, you see one of them nudge their friends as you pass next to them.

One lets out a wolf whistle, “Damn, ladies, if you ever wanna ditch these little boys and get with a real man, come hang out with us instead of these losers.”

Helaena’s face turns red with embarrassment and annoyance. The boys look like they’re ready to slap a bitch.

“Real men,” you pause, turning to your friends and gesturing to Luke, Jace, Aegon, and Aemond, “Hm. I see one, two, three, four here,” you turn back to the six strangers and tap your chin as if in deep thought before smirking, “And zero here. If you see any more, please do let me know.”

You’re pretty sure if your friends laughed any harder, they would be on the floor wheezing. The douchebag who had hit on you and Helaena’s jaw is practically on the ground while his friends look just as offended. You all walk to the elevator, piling in, still shivering, and you give him the finger as the door closes.

“Thanks for sticking up for us, Y/N,” Luke smiles, hugging you.

“He was a punk ass bitch, someone needed to put him in his place,” you ruffle Luke’s hair, “And you guys are men, fuck him. He probably has, like, a micro penis because all of his dick was put into his personality.”

This earns a fresh bout of laughter from your friends as the door opens to let Luke out on his floor. You all tell him you’ll see him downstairs at breakfast around 7:30 again. He waves to all of you and runs off to, no doubt, tell Baela, Rhaena, Joff, and Daeron about what just went on downstairs.

You all get to your room and sink down onto the couch. You let out a loud yawn, making Aegon start protesting.

“No, no yawning! We’re on vacation, we have to do something fun again!” Aegon insists.

Helaena laughs at her brother, “Okay, what do you suggest we do?”

“Spin the bottle?” Jace suggests, glancing over at you.

You scoff, “I’m literally the only person here you guys aren’t related to, so no, we aren’t doing that.”

“Let’s have a seance,” Helaena’s eyes widen with excitement, “Please? You guys, it would be so fun.”

You and Aemond are about to agree when Jace and Aegon scream, “NO!”

“Oh, come on,” Aemond chuckles, “Don’t tell me you two idiots actually believe in ghosts.”

“After that fuckin’ ride today?” Aegon’s eyebrows are nearly in his hairline, considering how high he has them raised, “Yes. Yes, we fuckin’ do!”

“Okay,” Helaena shrugs, “You guys can be a couple of little bitches, the three of us will just do it.”

She pulls a Ouija board out of the little bag she left in the living area, which fascinates you and Aemond.

“Wait, don’t you need four people for that?” Jace asks, “To cover all the sides or whatever?”

“I think that was just in the movie,” Aemond comments.

“The movie with the hot chick that looks just like your mom?” you ask, earning an elbow to the chest from Helaena, “Damn, sorry!”

“Ugh, let’s just do this,” Aegon relents, “But if I get killed by a ghost, you best believe I’m coming back to haunt the shit out of you three,” he turns to Jace, slapping his back, “Not you, though, bro.”

“Aw, thanks, Aegon. I won’t haunt you either.”

You, Aemond, and Helaena look at each other and roll your eyes, Helaena speaking, “Okay, ladies, grab a chair and sit around the table.”

She pulls out a candle from her bag, (why she even had it on her, you don’t know) and dims the rest of the lights in the room. You all sit in a circle, staring at the board. You sit between Aegon and Jace. How lucky, you get to sit between the two little babies. Helaena tells you all to join hands. Aegon giggles to himself, grabbing your hand.

“At least I get something out of this,” he grins.

You could slap him. Jace extends his hand to you as well and you take it. Their hands are both clammy, which almost makes you feel bad for them. Until they squeeze a little too hard out of fear and you have to scold them that they’re going to break your phalanges.

Helaena makes you all chant three times, “As friends we gather, hearts are true, spirits near, we call to you.”

“Oh, this is definitely the chant from the movie with the hot chick who looks like Alicent-“

“Shut up, Y/N!” Helaena has to hold back a laugh, “Okay, now place your two index fingers on the planchette.”

“The plan what?” Jace blanches, “The plastic thingy?”

“Yes, you imbecile, the plastic thingy, do you know what the fuck a context clue is?” Aemond slaps the back of Jace’s head, making him let out a low whine of pain.

You and Aegon glance at each other and bite back a laugh, placing your fingers next to each others. He pokes your finger with his, making you poke him back.

“Poke,” he whispers, making you laugh out a little too loudly, annoying Helaena.

She makes you circle the planchette around the board three times.

“Why is everything in three’s?” Aegon asks.

You shrug, “Lucky number?”

“Is there someone in here with us?” Helaena calls out.

Silence. No movement on the board.

“Oh, well, didn’t work,” Jace says, “Time to stop.”

“No, you have to say ‘spirits, spirits, give us a sign’ three times,” Helaena states.

“Three again? Come on-“

“Shut up Aegon!”

You look between the two oldest Targaryens and can barely hold in your laughter. Aegon is pouting and Helaena looks like she could just about murder him. Maybe it’s his ghost you’ll be talking to. You listen to her instructions and do the chant. She tells you to ask if there’s a spirit in the room. You look at her dubiously and ask if there’s a spirit in the room. The planchette moves to yes because obviously someone got bored and moved it. Jace and Aegon start screaming. That narrows it down. It was Helaena or Aemond.

“Oh my God, ask it something,” Helaena squeals, “Something only one of us would know the answer to!”

Okay, she’s too genuinely excited. It was definitely Aemond who moved it.

“How big is my penis?” Aegon says.

You look at him, unimpressed, “Really?”

Whichever person in your group is pushing the planchette, moves it slowly across the numbers, all the way to…

“Zero?” Aegon gapes, “Aw, hell no, ghost, that’s not right!”

The rest of you cackle at him, almost hysterically.

“What is your name?” Jace asks, speaking very slow and very loud.

“He’s dead, Jace, we don’t know if he’s hard of hearing,” Helaena rolls her eyes, “Speak normally or you’ll offend our guest.”

“Sorry.”

The planchette moves to spell B O B.

“Bob?” you repeat, “The fuck kind of white ass name for a ghost is that?”

“Someone ask it something interesting,” Aegon whines.

You shrug, “Okay,” you pause, “Bob, does the person I like, like me back?”

The planchette stays still. Your friends all look at you.

“You like someone?” Jace questions frantically, “Who?”

“The ghost knows who!” you retort, “You don’t need to know!”

The planchette still doesn’t move, making you sigh.

“Is the person that Y/N likes in this room?” Helaena asks, making the boys whip their heads to her.

You keep your head down and decide to push the planchette yourself, all the way to…

“YES?!” all of them scream, staring at you.

You shrug, “I guess, if the ghost says so.”

Helaena is about to ask the ghost another question when you hear a creaking sound, before the door to your room slams open, making all of you scream bloody murder and grab each other, falling into a five person huddle. The intruder also screams, turning on the light.

You see Daemon standing there, looking at all of you, “I just wanted to get something from your bloody minibar!”

The five of you are entangled on the floor, you lying on your back on top of Jace, Aemond and Aegon sprawled across you and Helaena on top of them. You all manage to remove yourselves from the weird five-headed monster you’ve morphed into. You let out a deep sigh.

“That was scary!” Jace says, leaning against the door, screaming when it slams shut due to the pressure he was putting on it.

The rest of you roll your eyes and say goodnight to Daemon as he leaves. He points a finger at Jace, not saying a word, walking out the door. You all remember the events of this evening’s dinner and start giggling as Jace walks back towards you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, Mr. Pornhub Plus,” you snicker, making the Targaryen siblings descend into full blown laughter, Jace’s face turning red.

“It’s Luke!” Jace insists, “He made me cover for him!”

“Yeah, sweet, innocent puppy dog Luke is subscribed to Redtube Premium,” you roll your eyes, “It’s okay, Jace, baby, we all watch porn.”

“Some more than others, apparently, Little Miss ‘It’s Free on Twitter’,” Aegon wheezes out between laughs.

You slap him on the backside of the head, “Boy, if you don’t shut that mouth of yours, I will.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

“Oh gross!” “Get a room!” “Perv!”

Jace, Aemond, and Helaena’s voices ring out, while you feel yourself getting slightly excited by that teasing look Aegon has on his stupid, smug, overly attractive face. You shake your head at him before announcing that you’re going to go take a shower again to wash the theme park water off of you. That stuff cannot possibly be good for your skin and Aemond has put it in your head that it smells weird. As you say goodnight to everyone and turn to leave for the bathroom, Aegon, still sitting on the floor, grabs your hand. You turn to look at him.

“Can I join you?” he wags his eyebrows, making you smack him again.

You go and take a quick shower, but by the time you get out and put on the shirt Aemond had loaned you yesterday, Helaena is sprawled across your bed, knocked out. You try to get in, but in her unconscious state, she refuses to give an inch. You laugh at her, tucking her under the covers, considering her leg is hanging all the way out. You go out to see if Aemond is still awake. Apparently, your little seance has tired him out. He’s lying diagonally across the bed, sleeping like a baby. You can’t bring yourself to wake him up, he looks like an angel. You move his hair out of his face and kiss his forehead, getting up to go to the next room. If someone isn’t awake in here, you are shit out of luck and will end up sleeping on the floor.

Luckily, both Aegon and Jace are awake, watching some telenovela, with subtitles.

“That’s her biological mom,” Jace gapes at the screen.

“And she slept with, technically, her brother,” Aegon looks completely horrified, “Dude, that’s so fuckin’ gross!”

You stare at them both in amusement.

Jace notices you first, “Oh, hey, Y/N! What’s up?”

“Uh, hi. Hel and Aemond are kinda not in the mood for a bunk buddy right now,” you grin wryly, “Any chance either of you have room for ya homie?”

Jace opens his mouth to respond (and probably offer you to sleep on his bed), but Aegon is already up, dragging you to his side, “Yep, I got you, Princess!”

Jace pouts slightly as you smile at the blond, “Thanks, Aeg, I really didn’t want to sleep on the floor, you’re a lifesaver, for real.”

He bows, gesturing at the bed with a flourish, “My lady.”

You laugh, getting in and asking what you’ve missed in their telenovela. They eagerly fill you in anytime a character pops up on the screen. It’s extremely entertaining, more so than anything else you’ve watched recently. Eventually, the sound of Jace’s snores overpower the sound of Maria Luisa’s evil mother-in-law murdering her sister, making you and Aegon giggle to each other and turn the television off. You face each other - your back is towards the wall and his is towards Jace.

“So.”

You two look at each other for a minute and start giggling again.

“Jace snores so loud,” Aegon whispers secretively, making you snort out a laugh, “It’s like sleeping with a hibernating bear.”

“Your sister talks and gives me creepy premonitions in her sleep,” you whisper back, “I’d totally forgotten.”

Aegon laughs silently, lowering his head and covering his mouth, “She was telling me something about dragons and spools of thread in her sleep once. Freaked me the fuck out, her eyes were, like, wide open.”

You nod, “Yeah, she has a tendency to do that.”

He smiles at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “Aemond’s right. You are like a body pillow.”

“Oh, thanks,” you scoff, “Just what anyone wants to hear when they’re in bed with a cute guy.”

He grins up at you, “Oh, so you think I’m cute?”

You stutter, “W-well, objectively speaking, you’re a g-good looking guy, you know.”

He nuzzles his head into your the crook of your shoulder, “I think you’re cute too,” he whispers against your skin, “I always have.”

You pull back and meet his eyes, “Always?”

He nods, flipping his hair out of his eyes, “Yeah. Ever since, God, what were we, 7 and 9?”

Your eyes widen, “Are you serious?”

He nods, “Yeah. I mean, all the partying and all the girls, it’s always just been a way to forget about you,” you open your mouth to ask him a question, “And, um, you remember that party? After the USC vs UCLA rivalry game last November?”

You nod slowly.

“You got super drunk and threw up, you remember that right?”

You wince at the reminder, “Yeah, thank you for that. I really needed that mental flashback.”

He laughs softly, “Well, after I took you back to your dorm and you drunkenly brushed your teeth and stuff,” he gulps slightly, “You kissed me.”

You knit your eyebrows together in confusion, having no recollection of what he’s talking about, “I did?”

He nods, before assuring you, “I didn’t kiss you back, obviously. You were drunk off your ass. But,” he sighs, “It just sucked because I’ve wanted to kiss you pretty much my entire life. And the one time I get to do it, you don’t even fuckin’ remember it.”

You look at him, still surprised, “Aegon, I-“

“Sorry,” he shakes his head, turning around, “That was too much to lay on you. I shouldn’t have said anything. That was stupid. I’m sorry.”

You sigh and cuddle up to him, spooning him from behind, “It’s not stupid.”

“Why are you spooning me, Y/N?” Aegon’s voice is muffled, he seems to have buried his head in his pillow to hide from you, “I’m bigger. I should be the big spoon.”

You shake your head, running a hand through his hair, “I like this.”

And you know he likes it too, his fragile masculinity just won’t let him admit it. He groans slightly as your nails brush over his scalp. It’s not a sexual moment, though. It’s just… Intimate. Comfortable.

“You can spoon me,” he mumbles, “Being the little spoon is nice too, I guess. Kinda feels like you’re protecting me.”

You laugh, kissing his shoulder as you nuzzle into him, “All of you boys are always trying to protect me, but I’m just as capable of looking out for you, you know?”

He sighs to himself, already half asleep, “Mmm. I know. G’night, Y/N. Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams, Aeg.”

He drifts off with a dreamy smile on his face to the feeling of you running your hand through his hair.

He wishes this moment could last forever.

Minus Jace’s loud snores, obviously. Earplugs are definitely a necessity.

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walalppper · 1 year

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Ecstasy - Rafe Cameron x Reader

Rafe Cameron x Reader. (Reader is 19 years old) warnings/tags: 18+, obsessive!Rafe, violence, physical/verbal abuse, toxic relationship, both abusing of drug substances.

Disclaimer: For this mini-story, I got inspired by the fair scene from Euphoria! I'm not trying to romanticize toxic relationships or drug abuse. If any of the topics are familiar to you, seek help, please.

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Ecstasy

She made him feel like a god around her, giving her just the right amount of attention and care, things he never had. In return he loved and protected her, buying expensive accessories to make her happy. They met once at a Kook party, she was the new girl in Outer Banks. Beautiful, funny, intelligent, and interesting. Having a unique style and she caught the eye of most of the people around the town. Everyone wanted her, but no one could have her beyond Rafe, which made him happy. That’s where it all started, even dating a drug addict she managed to be five months sober, and soon he was going the same way, starting to reduce his daily amount of cocaine, to only doing it occasionally at parties. He did it all for love, for her love.

Tonight, was a special night, the annual carnival, sponsored by who? Ward Cameron. It was an important night in which, Ward specified directly to Rafe and Sarah for them to be on their best behavior the whole night. Sarah was out with her friends, probably even hanging out with the Pogues and Rafe? Spreading the word about where to buy drugs. “Yeah, you see the hot dogs truck? Ask for whatever you want there.” Rafe smiled giving a small pat on the guy's back as he walked away happily. Heading to the back of the food truck, he found Barry beginning to count the small plastic bags that held the substance. “Alright, keep on running that mouth around country club. It’ll get us some money.” Barry laughed. “Yeah uhh…that’s the good shit right?” Rafe smiled nervously, only gaining a small nod from the dealer. “Alright…hey hm…just promise me you won’t sell it to her yeah?” He scratched the back of his neck, waiting for an answer from Barry. Giving him a side eye, the black-haired man looked confused. “She’s been sober for five months alright…? Not trying to ruin that for her.” Letting a small giggle escape from his mouth, Barry laughed. “I couldn’t give more than a fuck, but sure lover boy…” Mocking the passion Rafe felt for that girl. “Alright, call me if you need me,” Rafe said as he left the food cart. Feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket, he picked it up. Hearing her sweet voice through the phone.

“Where the fuck are you? No-. I’m by the ferries wheel, you’re not here.” She said in an annoying tone, sighing as she made her way out through the crowd of people surrounding her. Titling her head to the side, she hung up as his tall figure approached her. “How the fuck was I supposed to know there were two ferries' wheels, hm?” He asked, eyeing her up and down. “Be smarter next time.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, looking back at him. “Why are you dressed like that…? You know my dad is featuring the main event, this is the big shit-are you dumb?” He let out, hoping she would feel embarrassed and change into something to his liking. Letting out a chuck, she crossed her arms over her chest. “If this is as a big event as you say then why are you selling drugs here?” “Shut the fuck up.” “No, you shut it.” She argued back, even laughing in his face. “My parents already don’t like you, okay?” Her confident expression from earlier dropped as she let out a faint: “What…?” “I’m not doing this today. Go home, get changed, and come back looking like a decent person.” He spitted out, walking away. Tears were starting to form in the corner of her eyes, now she was mad, furious even. She had a pretty shitty day, and now she was having an even worse night. His words were craved in her ears. “Asshole…” she whispered under her breath.

Rafe on the other hand was starting to get ready for his family’s presentation. He was starting to think of the things he said to her. Maybe he was an asshole, but at least he was honest right? “Where is that girlfriend of yours?” Rose asked. “She’s not coming…” Rafe answered fixing his tie against the mirror.

“Oh thank god…” Rose muttered under her breath, receiving a quick glare from Rafe.

On the other hand (Y/n) met up with a friend, and that friend had a great idea. “Hey…wanna do Molly…?”

Brianna offered, shaking the small plastic bag in her hand. “Bitch you read my mind…” (Y/n) chucked, getting up from her seat.

xxxxxx

“That same night he called me crying!” She laughed with Brianna, both mocking Rafe at that point. “You could do so much better babe…” Brianna said between giggles, brushing (Y/n)’s hair gently between her fingers. “I could…but you know what’s even better…? She glanced over at Brianna.

“Revenge.”

She was thinking of all the possibilities, she wanted to bring him down, his whole family even. Looking over to the podium that was recently placed in the center of the fair. People were starting to gather around to hear the so waited speech. Smirking she quickly got up and made her way through the crowd. Impulsiveness was taking over her, this was the perfect moment to make him pay. She wanted to embarrass him and his whole family in front of those ‘well-known’ people.

“It was a pleasure everyone…” Ward Cameron waved at the people. Pushing people out of her way, she was at the front of the podium now. Right in front of them, making eye contact with Rafe. He looked terrified like he already knew what was about to go down. ‘(Y/n) don’t.’ He mouthed to her. Smirking she started clapping in the middle of Ward Cameron’s speech. Which made everyone silent staring at her. “I’m sorry for interrupting but I just wanted to say congratulations…” She smiled. “Congrats on putting together such a fun fair! I just got one question…What is your main income for this? The stolen gold from-”

Quickly grabbing her by the arm, Rafe took her out of the crowd and into an alley. “Are you fucking insane? Are you stupid even?!” He yelled at her. Grabbing onto her chin, he looked into her eyes, he was shocked. Her pupils were like two giant balls. “You’re high…” he whispered. “So? I know you’ve been buying coke again.” She spitted out. Glaring at her he shook his head no. “Yeah and I’m not the one who relapsed and made one hell of a show in front of everyone! So shut the fuck up…” He tightened the grip around her face. Letting out a frustrated sigh he let go of her. Turning his back on her, rubbing his hand against his forehead to think of something to tell her. It was mostly his fault, he knew it, he just didn’t want to admit it. Now she was starting to feel bad, coming back to her senses, she wrapped her arms around his chest. Pressing her chest against his back, she whispered. “I’m sorry…” That was enough to melt his heart. Turning around he pulled her to him. “Don’t ever pull something like that again…” He whispered to her. She nodded, running her hand up and down the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. It was a matter of time before he crushed his lips against hers, hands roaming all over her body. He was dreaming of all the possibilities, kissing all over her neck by now. Crashing against the nearest wall, she pulled a bit away.

“Do you love me…” He whispered under his breath, looking up to meet her beautiful (e/c) eyes. Caressing his cheek gently, she placed a kiss on his lips before whispering back to him.

“Yes…but we’re not good for each other…”

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OK I HAD A CUTE IDEA (take your time with it, I’m in no rush)

Ok so, how do you think the TR guys would react if they found an old journal of yours from when you two weren’t together where you just gushed about how pretty and badass they are, and how much you love them?

I trust you to pick the characters for this one.

MCIANXKAMXNKSD OKAY <3 i wrote rans so fast help

feat: ran, mitsuya, inupi, baji, rin, chifuyu x fem! reader

warnings: not really any, some suggestive themes but that's about it.

network tag: @tokyometronetwork

ℝ𝔸ℕ - this mf would tease the fuck out of you. he'd probably find it while he was looking for something of yours that you had asked him to get but he lost focus after finding a dark blue journal. it looked worn out, old, and it peaked his interest. he grabbed it from the drawer, sitting down on your shared bed before going through the pages. much to his surprise, each page seemed to describe something about him, from his eyes, to his height, to the braids he used to have and more. his lips turned up in a grin, reading each page carefully, so carefully he didn't even hear you walk in, a look of horror on your face when you saw your old journal in his hands. "ran what are you doing?!" you quickly went over to him, tackling him down on the bed as you tried to reach for it. "tell me sweetheart, are my lips as soft and kissable as you imagined them to be? how about how my big strong hands feel as they cup your tits?" you gasped, hitting him lightly on his arm, only making him chuckle. "how about when i fuck you hm? does my cock reach every spot like you thought it would? what about all these little 'mrs. haitani' scribbles, you still want that with me?" "ran be quiet!" you whined, finally taking the journal from him. "you're such an ass you know that?" you huffed, keeping the journal close to you. "maybe i am, but it's nice to know you think my ass is great. what did you write in there? something about how good it looks in-" "shut up!" you yelled, only making ran smile. "i hate you" you whined, only making ran chuckle before he captured your lips with his own.

𝕄𝕀𝕋𝕊𝕌𝕐𝔸 - what a sweetheart. he'd probably find it while you were both cleaning up around your shared apartment, finding it under the bed as you figured he'd never look under there, but he wanted to do a thorough cleaning, so when he saw the small journal he had an immediate grin on his face. he pulled it from where it was, walking back out to the living area where you were dusting "what's this i found pretty girl?" you stopped your dusting looking towards your boyfriend, your eyes widening when you saw what he had "n-nothing, just an old journal, give it" you said quickly, too quickly. he raised a brow as you walked over to him, trying to grab it from his hands "well what's in it?" he asked, noticing the way your cheeks reddened "nothing important, come on give it takashi!" he only smiled, opening up the journal and skimming the pages, a small smile on his face as you stood in front of him, completely embarrassed as he read it. "you felt this way all those years ago?" he asked softly, looking up from the journal. "i- yeah, yeah i did…" "i wish i would have known, i only took so long to ask you out because i didn't think you felt the same" he put the journal down, pulling you into his arms as he kissed the top of your head, making you blush as you hid your face in his chest. "my pretty girl, always so cute"

𝕀ℕ𝕌𝕀 - my baby :( honestly i don't even know how he would react, but i know he'd be very shocked as he read your journal he had randomly found while tidying up the apartment you shared. he more or less wondered why you felt they way you did all these years. he didn't think he was anything special, but the words that were scribbled in your penmanship said otherwise. so when you walked into the room, a gasp falling from your lips when you saw what your boyfriend had, he looked up to you, the smallest hint of a smile on his face. "you really felt that way all those years ago?" he asked. "well of course sei… but where did you find that?" you asked, a small blush on your face. "doesn't matter where i found it, but why? why me?" you gave him a questioning look. "what do you mean why you? obviously you know why since you read it." you told him, moving so you could straddle his lap, making him look at you "i love you seishu, and as you now know, i always have." you smiled, making inui smile in return. "i love you to princess, and i always will"

𝔹𝔸𝕁𝕀 - another tease, and he'd be so smug about it. he would be reading the pages of your old journal in the living room, waiting for you to come home from work, a grin on his face when he read all the thoughts you had about him. you opened the door, sighing as you threw your purse on the table before walking into the living room, stopping dead in your tracks when you saw what was in his hands. "kei.. what are you-" "you know, i always knew you were into me, but i didn't realize you were down that bad." your eyes widened before you snatched the journal away. "screw you baji" you mumbled, walking to your shared bedroom. "oh come on baby, i'm just teasing!" he followed after you, sitting on the bed and pulling you down on his lap. "i think it's cute" baji said with a teasing grin. "i think you should shut up." you said under your breath, making baji laugh. you couldn't help but smile at the sound, squealing when he moved you so you were on your back with him above you, his hair around your face like a curtain as he flashed you a toothy grin "i read some things in there that peaked my interest, how about we make some of your fantasies come true hmm?" all words died in your throat, opening your mouth to speak only for baji to attach his lips to yours before you could.

ℝ𝕀ℕ𝔻𝕆𝕌 - honestly feel like rinrin would be a little flustered about it. he would have found it in the closet, where you thought it was safe. he couldn't help but open the old journal, his face turning a little bit pink as he read what you had wrote about him, like they way you loved the blue streaks on his hair, the way he was so gentle with you when he could easily snap someone's bones, and he couldn't help but notice the dates on the pages, dating back to long before you both actually confessed. "rin what are you doing?" you asked, coming into the room. "reading this old journal of yours" "what?" you asked, a shocked expression on your face "rindou what the fuck! give it back!" you scowled, snatching it from his hands. "love i'm sorry! i just found it and-" "so you had to read it? rin these thoughts were private" you pouted. Rindou walked up to you, leaving a small kiss on your pouted lips, sending you a gentle smile. "i'm glad i read it, i didn't know you felt that way about me.." "rin of course i felt that way about you… and i still do." rindou felt his face get hot, making you smile at his reddened cheeks. "but next time please ask about it, don't just snoop." "okay pretty, thats fair." he whispered before kissing you softly.

ℂℍ𝕀𝔽𝕌𝕐𝕌 - this sweet boy omg. he would find it while looking through your manga collection since he wanted to read something new. you hid it behind some of them on the lower shelf, but chifuyu found it, and man was his face red. he knew he shouldn't read it, but he couldn't stop himself, skimming the pages that spoke about him. his heart was beating out of control and he was so focused he didn't even hear you come into the room, a gasp leaving your lips as you nearly dropped the drinks you brought in. "f-fuyu what are you doing?" you asked walking up to him and taking the journal from his hands. "i'm sorry! i found it and was intrigued and i- angel i'm sorry." "fuyu those are my private thoughts…" you frowned, holding the journal close. "i think it's cute… especially considering i have one about you." chifuyu smiled as your eyes went wide. he chuckled, going over to the closet and grabbing his own journal that he had hidden, giving it to you as you looked at him skeptically. you opened it, skimming the pages with a smile on your face as you read how he felt about you when you were teens. "i was trying to figure out how to tell you.. but i always just ended up writing it down, kind of like you did." chifuyu chuckled nervously, placing a hand on the back of his neck as you looked up to him. you smiled, placing a sweet kiss on his lips, mumbling i love yous against them as wrapped his arms around you to hold you close.

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I Should Have Guessed Psycho-Boomer Would Be A Fanboy of His Own Manual. And Where Is His Glorified Secretary Getting Her Attitude From? (or my reaction to Wolf359 mini episodes 6-13).

Welcome back dear readers. Thanks again for your patience. Everyone has been excited for the mini episodes, so I'm eager to see what they've been so excited for.

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Mini Episode 6: Once in a Lifetime

Okay, just from these episode descriptions, I'm starting to think that these episodes are gonna be Cutter BSing them into this mission.

Get ready for some ✨Cutter hate✨

2013? I think that's one of the first times we've gotten a year.

"He doesn't bite. Much" YES HE DOES RACHEL AND APPARENTLY SO DO YOU.

"Director of Communications?" Wrong. That's DOUG's job and he's better at it than you Cutter. Even if he is a pizza delivery boy.

Cutter shut up.

Cutter and Rachel shut up! THANK YOU MINKOWSKI.

"All they want is poster children and sob stories. We like people that can fly ships." Sounds like Renee wasn't the ONLY one rejected from NASA, huh Cutter? 👀 Aw, did they not like the fact that you murder people? Did they think your space ideas were crazy and unethical?

I think I'll call Rachel Cutter's glorified secretary. As for Cutter, I think that's simply enough for him. There aren't enough words in the English language or any language to give him

Wait what does her dad have to do with this? Andre? Astrophysics? Early retirement?

Why do I think Cutter had something to do with that "early retirement"? How old is he? He sounds about as old as Minkowski, but the actors all seem around the same age and Doug's Hilbert voice sounds older, so it's hard to tell their ages. Based on where Cutter is in his career, I'm guess he's older.

I hate this because YOU KNOW THEY ALL SAY YES. And you just want to shake them and scream not. PLEASE TELL ME YOUR HUSBAND SAYS NO.

Journalist? I hope he blows this wide open Cutter.

Oh my gosh he can adjust his salary? That means he controls the press.

Why is Cutter talking about Renee's parents like he knew them personally? "They would have done so much more if they hadn't gotten married and had kids." Why are you talking like a bitter male tenured professor who never found love to his female graduate students?

SHE MATTERS A LOT MORE THAN YOU CUTTER.

"Don't make your parents mistakes Renee" hm. sounds like someone is projecting his own issues.

"no one will dare reject you again" BECAUSE SHE'LL BE DEAD.

"My husband is going to kill me" No, but Cutter will.

But I hope you kill him first. And I hope your husband destroys him in his newspaper.

I am loving and hating these episodes.

Mini Episode 7: Rebranding

Look like it's Hilbert's turn for the chopping block, oh sorry! I mean uh...✨exclusive job opportunity✨

St. Petersburg 1989?

But this is number 2? So...these aren't in order? Is this Cutter organizing his files because he's numbering system makes no sense.

Yet another way he has proven incompetent.

Ugh. It even sounds cold. I had it.

CUTTER BROKE INTO HIS HOUSE.

Okay granted, that's far from the worst thing he's ever done, but still man, kinda creepy.

"Tricks don't scare him?" Tell WHO he should know better? Who else is threatening Hilbert.

"I prefer to think of myself as a citizen of the world" "That's very nice for you" 😂 It's nice to actually see Hilbert not going for Cutter's bs.

And he's right. There are other geneticists closer to home. Ah...the retroviruses.

The most realistic thing about this entire show is "oh I want to research something very important! Let's see who's doing it so that I can contact them and get a job" and it's one guy in the middle of nowhere.

Who is Victor Stewkoff? Why does he knew about Hilbert I mean uh Dimitri's research?

"Dr. Stewoff died last year" "Of course he did"

So either Cutter's lying about the conversation, when it took place, or he for sure killed that man.

"Are you referring to the human trials?"

That silence is an overwhelming yes.

"Matter of time" mmm... Cutter does not seem like that patient type.

And I'm sorry. If you're doing creepy illegal experiments, you should know better than to trust a man who comes to you and says he's cool with it. Takes a monster to know one.

So he promised him a chance to perform his illegal research? But...what does that have to do with space?

"The last member of your family died when you were 9" wait...what about his sister? I thought he said she survived, or maybe she died a little later?

"Any discoveries you make will belong to us" don't like that. I mean, that's how it is, but in this case, I don't like this.

Cutter's like "I'm paying off the IRB man, geez do I have to spell it out for you man?"

Again, sad because we know what choice they are going to make.

Does the retrovirus have a name? Decima. Wait. The what? Oh rebranding.

WAIT. WAIT.

WILLIAM CARTER.

AS IN PRYCE AND CARTER?

AS IN THE TEXTBOOK THAT CUTTER FANBOY'S OVER.

Let me listen again. I think I heard that right.

Oh my gosh. I'm so stupid. Rule of writing: don't give your characters similar names that can easily be confused by the readers UNLESS you're trying to make some sort of point with it. Don't know how I let that one get past me.

He really is like that professor who makes all his students buy his book.

Who the heck is Pryce? Is that another one of his fake names? Or is that a colleague he axed off years ago?

And why did he change his name?

Also if he's already a powerful adult with his own company in the 80's then he and Hilbert are for sure older than Eiffel and Minkowski.

Actually, I take it back. Maybe I do have a nickname for Cutter after all. "Psycho-Boomer". Probably did some surgery on himself to make himself sound like he's in his twenties (though by the way he laughs, you'd swear he was a nine year old tee hee hee 🙄).

Hopeful we'll get to see the boomer go "boom!" very very soon...

Mini Episode 8: Language Mapping

This one is Maxwell's. How is Cutter ordering these? Oh back to 2013.

Is Cutter organizing these in terms of threat level? Because if so, it's honestly accurate to put Minkowski first and the scientists next, though I KNOW his errand boys would be devasted. Doug probably wouldn't care.

Oh no wait this isn't Cutter. Huh. Hello Whiskey boy.

Why doesn't Maxwell want to be here?

HOW MANY SECRETARYS DOES CUTTER NEED?

Yeah, this IS harassment. How on earth could they have not broken any laws?

"You could have come to work for us." That's...that's not a solution.

Redneck teachers? Did not expect that background.

Sounds like she's very different from her family. Maybe that's why she doesn't talk to them. Is she embarrassed by them?

Hm. Don't like Maxwell yelling at the AI ethics committee. Well actually I suppose it depends. Was she advocating for their rights or against them? And was she doing so for the wellbeing of humanity and the AI or her own interests?

"Someone has to bully them into being brave. Somebody needs to push".

Maxwell. I agree that sometimes progress needs to happen. But if you don't do it carefully and with ethics in mind, bad things tend to happen. Very very bad things.

Especially when someone else controls the rights to your technology. Of course there's the whole "if they didn't hire me they'd find someone else" but still...Maxwell this is bad.

Do not be fooled by the flashy lights and buttons and sound effects!

"Whoever built this is brilliant and they already work for you. Why me?"

Good point.

"I need someone who can talk to things that aren't human."

^Great idea Whiskey boy. I'll call Doug. Dr. Robot needs to earn my trust first. Not sure how I feel about her nickname. It doesn't have the same punch as the others, but it does fit.

Oh great the Whiskey speech again. At least he earns his nickname.

Mini Episode 9: Greensboro

Number 4, 2010. Ah Lovelace.

Once again, if this is the order in which crew members present a danger to Cutter, I'm agreeing so far.

I wonder how similar hers will be the Minkowski's.

"We don't do interviews, well yes we do some. But that's only when we don't want to hire someone and need a reason." Why do I feel like that's a straight up lie?

"Infiltrate the company and bring it down from the inside" I love the foreshadowing and double meaning. It also makes me sad to remind me that Lovelace used to have Doug's sense of humor before she lost all her friends.

It's not standard protocol. No one else had a polygraph, and Hilbert was doing human experiments.

"Convicted of a crime? Are you an alien?" OH MY GOSH PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS FORESHADOWING.

(Actually don't tell me, but...I hope it is).

Do you love your father? Have you always wanted to serve in the armed forces? What are these questions?

Ma'am this medical stuff is private.

They interviewed the people working for her? Cutter is literally everywhere. Well, I suppose Psycho-boomer has been blackmailing people since the 50s so such. I wish he'd hurry and die.

"You do this for everyone?" No they don't.

"We're screening you for a different job" Nope. Nope. Don't like that. Usually means you're about to get underpaid for your talents. "Sorry the job you wanted didn't work, but oh look! We did find something." In this case, something worse.

I hate the lie detector.

I want to hook it up to Cutter, but psycho-boomer probably knows how to trick the test.

Mini Episode 10: Things That Break Other Things

Duck boy! Are we gonna get to see him get attack by a duck? Boy do I hope so.

San Francisco 2011?

Duck Boy is a heavy drinker. Fantastic. Just the man you want holding your explosives.

"Buy you a drink." Uh. What. Oh it's a fancy one too.

Yeah Jacobi this is weird. He's coming on too strong. Time to bail.

My gosh what happened to Jacobi in the military? He sounds traumatized. Did it involve the Duck?

"Did you serve?" "No." Hm. Wonder why.

Oh Duck Boy has daddy issues. Why is no one surprised.

Jacobi's dad: "You think you're man enough for the Airforce? Can even fight one lousy duck?"

Oh he has bad depth perception too? Wow, yeah, sounds like it's a great idea to give him explosives.

"I'm good at making things that break other things. Including people".

Don't like that. Sounds like Duck Boy might not either. Haunted by ghosts perhaps? Perhaps Discount Cutter can take that conscience off your hands.

Went off early during a test. Two guys died. Well ain't that a shame for you Duck Boy. But hey, what better way to get over the guys you killed than by killing more people for a boss that doesn't care?

"You'll never work in this planet again" well funny you should mention that...

I see. So this happened in 2009.

"most of the world is profoundly stupid" why would I not be surprised that discount cutter is into eugenics?

Oh he left his business card.

Would have been funny if Duck Boy had just knocked if off the table or forgot to call the number.

Mini Episode 11: Decommissioned

EVERYONE SHUT UP THEY'RE DOING ONE FOR HERA!

No longer do I agree that this is in the order of "threat to Cutter", but I suppose from his perspective...

Ah 2012.

Unit 214? Her name is Hera. And how many of her are there? Do they all have the same voice and personality?

"Do you remember me? Do you know who I am?" Ugh. Don't like that.

"Where am I?" poor Hera.

Yeah they need to stop talking like she's not here.

"Your science board rejected me." Interesting. Most of Cutter's approach has been "X won't let you do something. But I will :)." But with Hera, his own people rejected her, but he seems to like the reason. "Poor social skills". Huh. Odd thing to prioritize.

"Don't think of it as dead. Decommissioned." Yeah. It's basically dead. Or asleep. Depends on whether someone wakes you up again.

"Helpful for everyone". No helpful for you Cutter.

What did Hera do? Misguided bid for independence? Record for rogue AI attempting jailbreak?

Psycho-boomer is so unstable. I swear, he likes the risk of using Hera just to prove to himself that she actually can't destroy him.

"We're not about to start forcing anyone to do something against their will. But if you don't do what we ask, we'll kill you :)" Cutter you suck.

And it's sad because Hera probably just thought this was how he spoke to AI. So she didn't warn the other humans because she figured they'd be fine.

"Maybe I should see if Dr..." What doctor?

Oh he called her Hera. Feeling a little disgusted by that fact that he's the one who gave her her name.

Though it beats "Unit 214"

Mini Episode 12: Pagliacci

Doug's turn!

Oh dear. Are we gonna find out about his charges.

Texas. 2013.

Ugh I HATE the sound of those heels and fancy dress shoes.

Oh he's in jail. Yep, called that one pretty quickly.

"Are you my lawyer?" oh Doug you really are lost. And yeah, that's not how it works.

Wow. Glorified Secretary is very classist. Girl your salary comes from a man who'd kill you without a second thought. Maybe cool on the comments and take a breath while you still can.

"Scary Ally McBeal" nice nickname.

"You are extremely and infuriatingly lucky" Yep and he's gonna be lucky enough to kill you by the end. If Doug's going back to prison anyway, he has nothing to lose by ending your life.

"What do you want from me?" Your soul. What else?

Doug. He's not kidding. He's crazy. Now PLEASE go back to prison.

"Maybe I don't want your way out." Oh Doug feels like he deserves to be there. 🥺

Who is Ann? Yikes, yeah, Cutter you crossed a line there. Is that his wife? Daughter? Mom? Girlfriend?

DAUGHTER?

Oh. And he's promising everything Doug can't give her.

For my TMBS mutuals: something something something...MBS space AU...something something something...Curtain, Milligan, and Kate...you get what I'm saying right?

Mini Episode 13: Kansas

2009. Oh the same year Duck Boy had his little accident.

And...Discount Cutter is last. Where he belongs. How sweet.

Looks like somebody's not as "in" the "inner-circle" as he thought.

How do you like being on the expendables list Whiskey Boy?

"I am accountable to two men in this company"

Cutter and...who? Pryce? It doesn't sound like he's talking about Rachel.

"Step into the elevator" Nope. Miss me with that tower of terror bs.

Who the heck is Richard? Did I miss something? Another errand boy?

Oh Cutter's voice is infuriating. I now imagine him as a 70 year old man who has given himself throat surgery to sound younger. Like an smug elementary school know-it-all-kid voice. Yes, I understand it's just the voice actor's voice and age, but it's still funny to imagine. "William Carter" it even sounds like an old man boomer name.

"You're never going to stop are you? You're like me." Exactly. Discount Cutter earned his nickname. But Whiskey boy is nice too.

Richard Littlewood. What a name.

"It's a shame that you weren't there." Ohhhh... he's using Kepler to edge out Richard Littlewood.

"You're going to crucify him." "No silly, I'm going to hang him."

Cutter really said I want him gone without the mess. Psycho-boomer really is the worst.

"Am I going up or down?" You're going to the very top...metaphorically. But we're going very very far down."

I would have to agree. Hell is very far down indeed.

"Don't tell me you believed that." I didn't. Why would anyone?

Oh. The Black Archives. FINALLY.

The files on a 1978 early deep space mission. First contact.

Wait. So they've known about the aliens this entire time? Not surprised but...what happened to the first crew? And why do they keep sending teams up that don't come back? What are they testing? Or rather, what deal did they make with the aliens? Are they studying the aliens, or are the aliens studying them? Is Cutter an alien too?

Well I guess that's all dear readers. Find out next time.

Once again, very much disliking Cutter, but now I'm also wondering how long Rachel has been around. And who Richard and Pryce are. And when Cutter changed his name and why. Interesting that Richard, Pryce, and Rachel didn't have mini episodes. At least, not yet...

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