#(So basically she's saying 'I shouldn't have asked in the first place and I'm sorry that I did because it's causing you to...)

[winterarmyy]

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An alternate ending of Thin Walls, Thin Lines.

Note: Basically the smut content no one asked for our fuckboy!bucky in 《 Thin Walls, Thin Lines 》. So read it first for context! (if you haven't already)

Navigation: Original Version || Deleted Scene* (alt. ending)

Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x female!reader

Words: 3.7k++

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, lil bit of angst, cunnilingus, finger fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, squirting, cum eating, needy bucky, an absolute filth and i'm sorry for bucky's behaviour in this one, he is just a horny mf on a daily basis also I just want to warn you about the sinful things he might say in this.

P/S: I don't know what to say. I love the fluff ending from the original version, but this... this ending. Even if i feel like it's a messy writing. but pheww. You can just tell why I refused to choose and ended up doing both.

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A playful smirk pulled on Bucky's lips when he spoke "Doll, you shouldn't be saying that so carelessly. Who knows I might use it for despicable things." Surely, he love to be the cause to bloom those red shades on her cheeks.

But it didn't happened when she asked quietly, "Will you?"

And the silence that came after was heavy with tenderness while their eyes spoke the truth to one another. As the thin lines in between got blurry, for once, there was just streams of genuine feelings pouring out of them, leaking through and contaminating the air with its magic.

Would he? Take advantage of her?

Of course not. But will he lie just to tease her? Yes. He would. "Maybe. Only if you let me." He shrugged.

And that made her blooming feature fell into a gloom. As if she was having a chaotic crisis within the pretty little troubled head of hers. Y/N didn't want whatever he was suggesting. She wanted more than a brief fling; more than a casual situationship.   

Because she loved him; truly. It wasn't just a passing passion, or an accidental chemistry.

Seeing the frown on her face and the panic spiralling in her eyes, Bucky chuckled as he knew she was taking his joke way too seriously, "Okay, how about I let you on with a little secret?" He suggested.

It perked her interest that Y/N simply nodded to his offer. Bucky smiled as he leaned down, lips grazing the shell of her ears whispering a shocking confession.

She wasn't even high from any medication that Dr. Cho had prescribe to her but she couldn't believe what she heard. Her widen eyes questioned his smug smile hovering over her. Until she sneakily pulled the pillow next to her and threw it to his face.

Y/N kicked the blankets and changed into a sitting position, "Urghh you're such a dick, Bucky! I can't believe that I let you make fun of me!" She said with a biting tone.

"But, I'm not though?" Which only triggered her to smack him more with the pillow she was holding. Soon, the silent room were filled with the sound of her angry groans and Bucky's hearty laughter that cascade into a muffled chuckles.

The moment Y/N let her guard down, Bucky quickly stole the soft weapon from her and reclarified his confession, "I'm serious. I've been in love with you for awhile now." It's not she was blind; she saw no lies in his eyes and there was nothing but truth in the gentle of his voice.

She squinted her eyes into a glare and folded her arms across her chest, "Well, you have a rather funny way of showing it."

Bucky only smile to her snarky remarks, his hand finding hers to pull her closer, "I think I made it clear with the endless flirting that you have been blatantly rejecting, doll." He placed her perfectly on his lap, rubbing his big hands on her small back.

Y/N scoffed, "The only thing that was clear from that was how badly you wanted to get in my pants." Despite her objection, she let him pamper her body with his touch.

Bucky grinned, "And I do. But, only because I love you."

When she caught his gaze, she knew there was something magical about it; she have read so many books and poetry describing the look of his steel blues. A look that she can only dream of and not experience it; and if she was to make it come true, then this would be it.

Bucky moved slightly forward to nudge the tip of his nose on her own, hands intertwining with her shaky ones, silently asking for a permission to kiss her.

If she wasn't too focus on his presence on her skin, she would've noticed how the blood rushing to her cheeks were making her blushed in red. It felt good, it felt right.

Y/N gave her answer by leaning her forehead on his and he didn't waste any time to capture her lips, pressing an innocent kiss against it as his flesh hand gripped on hers while his metal hand find her cheek.

Soon enough the surrounding air heated and Bucky managed to slipped his tongue into her parted lips, his tongue wrapped around hers as her free hand reached back to gather his hair in her grasp. As they were blinded in sight by their closed eyes, they let sensory of their body ravel in each other's touch.

Out of instinct, her hand pulled from his back, then resting it on the prickly surface of his jaw before slightly pushing him away. Bucky took the cue and broke the kiss, "Babydoll." His hot breath blew against her cheek as he lean his lips on it.

Y/N realized what she had done; she let him kiss her, touch her but what does this mean? "I..I.." She hesitated.

"You're okay, y/n. Tell me to stop. Tell me to fuck off. It's okay, you can tell me anything." Bucky coaxed softly as he held her closer.

"I want this. I want you, Bucky. But... how can I trust you?" She really do. But, some part of her still reluctant to his history, "You've been sleeping around with those girls for months. Almost every night." Bucky cringed to his own behaviour. "How do I know it? That I'm not becoming one of them? That I'm not just some fucktoy you're gonna use and toss after?" She didn't care if she sound desperate. She needed him to be true because she know this won't work if he isn't willing to.

Bucky breath caught in the middle, as he knew that even the sweetest words won't satisfy her worry, so he only told the truth, "You have been the only one I wanted, y/n. And I know words aren't enough convice you. So let me show you, baby. Let me make love to you until you see how much I truly love you."

And he indeed fulfill his promise on that.

Bucky took his time undressing her until she was bare as the day she was born. He took longer time kissing her skin, loving each part of her perfect body and a much more lingering kisses around the bruises from today's mission.

Now that her pretty little cunt was right in front of him, exposed and bare, he wondered if this was all just a dream. Because it felt like it. No matter though; he'd devour her just the same whether she was just a creation of his dreams or his actual reality.

Bucky pressed several kisses on her clit, leaving the wet kissing noises filling the quiet room. He brought his tongue out slowly and started to lick her up; just to have a taste, "So pretty." he purred in between licking her fluids, teasing her. "So perfect." His fingers went to spread her lips apart and she made a strangled noise when she felt his long wet tongue, flattening through her folds, "Fuck." she cursed.

And after the first taste of her, Bucky realized how greedy he was getting especially when delved right back into her. "Bucky..." she whimpered his name as his warm lips wrapped around her clit, lewdly sucking on as if it was a tasty strawberry flavored sweet, just to release her moments after. He chuckled and slurred against her wetness, "Love the way you moan by name, sweetheart. Need to hear more."

His hands had moved from her waist to her hips in effort to pull her closer. If Y/N had anything to speak up in response then it was too late to say out loud because her head was swiftly wiped clean the moment his lips press into her clit again.

Bucky's grip on her thighs were almost harsh, just to keep her legs spread wide open for him to suckle on her clit, flicking his tongue over it deliciously. Looking down, she can only see the dark mess hair bobbing between her legs as he eats out her needy little cunt.

Y/N's mind was cloudy with ecstacy and pleasure crawling through her with each flick of his warm tongue between her folds. When it felt too good, she couldn't help but to catch his soft hair, holding on for her dear life as he devoured her cunt; noisy and messy.

"So fucking good, doll." He grunted into her weeping pussy, low and sensual as he pushed her legs further, allowing himself more access to her sweetness. "You taste so good."

Unbeknownst to her, Bucky was also enjoying every moment of this. Each time he moaned and groaned into her pussy, was the also time he thrusted his own needy cock against the mattress. The tip of was leaking with so much precum that it had left a wet stain behind.

With him getting that desperate, it felt like he was about to bust his nuts at any given time. But he wanted to wait; at least until Y/N gets her first high of the night. When his slick tongue deliciously fucking her pussy, exploring inside her, litters of curses of his name escaped from her lips as she moaned.

His wet tongue explored her insides as they clenched with lust and she choked out of air, not sure of how much longer she could take it because there was no way to deny it, she was about to cum, "Fuck,, Bucky. I'm cumming,,"

Bucky hummed into her when he pulled his tongue out, switching to rubbing on her clit, up and down, all the while was chasing his own orgasm, frantically humping on the bed like a rabid dog in heat.

Y/N gasped when he alternate between to sucking her clit and licking her up. Her back arched, pushing her cunt further into his hungry mouth in hopes to reach her release, "Please, please, don't stop.. need it, Bucky. Oh fuckkk"

Both of his hands; flesh and metal, slide up to grab her hips, helping her to grind on his tongue until her wetness came leaking out into his mouth, right on his tongue. Bucky came right along with her, grunting needily as the pink tip of his cock spurted out ribbons of his cream on in her mattress, marking his territory.

Bucky continued running his tongue up and down her wet slit throughout her orgasm, lapping away at her release that leaked out then gulping it down his throat as he watched her sighs with content.

When he pressed a soft kiss against her puffy, oversenstive clit, she thought it was end of it. But she couldn't be more wrong. The moment Y/N felt his metal finger trailed along her inner thighs, she knew that he wasn't satisfied with just eating her out.

She yelped when Bucky swiftly pulled her down, until her ass slides through the mess he made earlier, "What...?" Y/N herself didn't know what to ask but he knew exactly how to answer, "That's my cum, babydoll." He swiped some of the fluid from the sheets and smeared it on her throbbing cunt, making her instinctively moan.

Bucky smirked, "Eating your pretty pussy made me cum so hard, doll." With hunger in his gaze, he watched how his mess of a cum made her cunt glisten even more, "And because of that you deserve a reward, don't you think?" She whined as she nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, you do. You deserve to get your tight hole fucked by my metal fingers, don't you?" He continued to draw tight circles on her clit while his middle finger glides through her slit until he found her entrance, and pushed it in.

Y/N's head jerked up to the sudden intrusion. It was cold and reached much deeper than any of her fingers before. When Bucky twisted and curled the metal within her walls she cried out of pleasure. It was such new sensation and so fucking good.

A sudden entrance of another finger making her squeal from how sensitive her insides were to his metal fingers. And it made Bucky so full with pride to see her bending her back, her hips quivering, her walls tighten; all for him, "You can take it, sweetheart."

There was no such thing a pause when Bucky finger-fucked her hard; with his flesh hand pawing at her breast. He had his eyes locked on to the way her eyes roll back, panting breaths through those soft lips of hers, while his fingers drilled her tight pussy over and over and over, "That's it, that's fucking it baby. Such a good girl for me." He praised.

Endless moan were filling the room, along with the squelching sound of her wet cunt getting pounded mercilessly. Y/N lifted her hips higher; the feelings of Bucky's fingers inside her was different than her own. The stimulation and pleasure coming from his ways were distinct; like how the tip of his finger hits her unexplored g-spots or how his thumb pressed and twisted on her clit.

Bucky managed to pull the most sinful and desperate noises from her, "I-I’m going to cum,," she whimpered, hands balling into fists on the bed sheets as her hips followed his thrusts. "Yeah? Already, doll?" He taunted as he rolled her clit between his thumb and index finger.

Y/N nodded eagerly in between her moaning mess, before she let out high-pitched, satisfied whimper of his name as endless of fluid squirted out of her overstimulated pussy. "Oh fuck babydoll." He groaned as watched awe at her gushing cunt. "Did you just squirt? Hmm fuckkkkk, you should've done that when I have my mouth on you, baby. Shit."

Bucky scoot back to leaned his face right in between her legs. He darted his tongue out before he licked and suck the remaining fluid leaking out of her, making her squirm and whimper. And the slurping sound coming from him was such a sinful thing to hear, "Taste so good too. Gotta do that again next time, sweetheart. I wanna drink it all." he proposed.

"But now I need to be inside you." Bucky's declaration were cut short as his mouth captured hers in a heated kiss.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue as she kissed him back passionately, her body burning from all the pent-up frustration she had been pushing back for months. Bucky broke the kiss after a few mind-numbing minutes, before his hungry lips roamed around her neck, hands trailing over every part of her exposed skin as her heart rate spikes

"Need you, babydoll." Bucky groaned as he pumped his hard cock with his hand, spreading his dribbling pre-cum around his thick length. She whined as he gripped her legs, spreading them as wide as they'll go before rubbing the head of his cock against her slit.

He leaned again to kiss her one more time before sliding inside, slowly. "Oh god," Y/N moaned as she burned deliciously around him while he spreads her open.

Bucky's hands moved up find the crook in between her waist and hips, settling his veiny hands to the shape of her curves. His hips pounded into her, getting faster and harder with each thrust. As Y/N began to wrap her legs around his waist, he grabbed them and pulling he flused against his hips before he continued drilled his cock into her pussy.

The sensation was a combination of pain and pleasure and she feel as though she's in heaven. "Faster," she cried out.

"Look at you. You're so wet for me, doll. Feels so good around me--" Bucky's voice breaks into a groan as his hips meet hers, "--It's like your pussy was made for me. Gotta let me have you everyday now that you're mine, right sweetheart?"

"Mmmmhnn" she moaned; things took a turn when she clutched around him harder, it was abnormally tight as if it was trying to milk him right there and then. Bucky couldn't help but to groan in pleasure to the new sensation, "F-fuck" he cursed.

It took his less than a minute to figure out the reason why. Bucky smirked sinfully, "You like it when I talk dirty to you?" he slurred. Y/N's eyes were getting teary from all the pleasure she was feeling, from the stuffing feelings in her chest to the sensation of his hard cock thrusting in and out of her cunt.

"i- ahh I-i don't hhmmnn shit i don't know." she tried to deny him.

Bucky stopped his pace, pulled back slowly, "Really?" and slammed it back in hard, "Are you sure, princess?" He almost knocked her out of her breath.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that my pretty girl loves it when I claim her as mine while I'm fucking her tight little pussy. Does she?" Bucky's kept on slow and hard torturous thrust, it was certainly slow but oh it felt so good; especially when he was doting at Y/N like this.

Was she really a sinner? Because this felt way too good to be in hell.

"Can't speak? Come on, my sweetheart. Speak up, let me hear ya." He demanded. Bucking her hips, wanting for more, "Y-yes, Bucky. I love i-it"

Bucky groan as her walls clenched him so good. Fuck, how many times has he thought of this? Dreamt of this? Probably, countless.

"You know why I keep changing girls, doll?" He sneaks his hands between their bodies and started to rub her clit. Her body shivered to the sensation, shaking her head to the sides as answer. "Yeah,, I bet you have no idea why do you?" He taunted.

Bucky let out a satisfied moan before his thrusts started going back to it's original pace. All whilst his cock pumped into her, gradually growing more fervent, her soaking pussy welcoming him in easily. Her whines mixed with Bucky's as she grabbed on the sheets behind her.

"Because I've been moaning your name in their ears, y/n. Everytime I stroke on my cock in anything, I have you in my mind. And when I cum, I imagine your pussy milking me dry. Just like you're doing now. Fuckkk,, doll, just like that."

Bucky's eyes that was fixated on her fucked out face since awhile ago, traveled down to where they were connected. Looking at how her little pussy shallowed his dick so well make him hornier.

Y/N slightly bounced upwards, his blues eyes tended back to her breasts. He used extra strength to see how her small body shook uncontrollably every time his hips met with hers, and to see those beautiful tits bouncing around.

"Bet you have no clue how much I want fuck my baby in you, doll. Or imagining the way your wedding ring glides on the side of my cock when you stroke me in your hand."

Bucky angled her body again by throwing her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward. This new angle made her eyes roll back. "Oh fuckk-- ahhh bucky,," she managed to say between his thrusts. Her entire body shaking from the tension building in her body as Bucky fucks her hard and fast, "I love you, y/n. I love you so. damn. much. I want to live the rest of my life in this cunt." He punctuated his words with hitting her sweet spot each time.

Bucky briefly threw his head back to hold back his orgasm before his hazy gaze landed on her, "Fuck doll, you look so pretty with my cock in you baby, so pretty. And we're so wet now. Hear that? Yeah, that's the sound of your tight little cunt getting wrecked by my cock. You fit me so perfectly. We're perfect." His thoughts were spilling out just as much as his precum leaking inside her.

There were tears in her eyes now, not only her walls but her whole body were stretching under him. It burned and it felt so damn good.

"Need you to cum, baby" Bucky spoke lowly, "I can feel ya, come on doll. Cum for me." He growled while continuing to pound her pussy.

And that would be the final straw for her. "fuck, yes, yes!" her voice hitched as her thighs begin to tremble around him. "...cumming. fuck, bucky i'm cumming." loud and sensual moans falling from her lips without much of an effort. Screaming out his name in pure bliss as her orgasm snapped through her high.

"That's it baby. Squeeze me so good." Bucky coaxed ever-so-tenderly, as her cum leaked around his cock and her pussy continued to milk him; begging and needing to feel his cum inside her.

"Hmm. I'm cumming, doll. Fuck,, oh fucking hell,, you're so good. Making me wanna cum, sweetheart. Where do you want it? Tell me. Where do you want my cum?" Bucky nearly whimpered as he felt his heavy balls were about to combust.

"Inside. Cum inside me," she moaned breathlessly.

Bucky almost growled to her response, "Good. fucking. girl. That's the only choice, baby. I'm gonna cum in you eitherway. Fuck fuck fuck,, I'm cumming shit take it, babydoll take it yeaahhh"

Leaning into her neck in a loud long moan, she felt Bucky's cock ached as he spilled himself inside her. His huge amount cream kept spurting endlessly, so much that it leaked out of her hole. Bucky whined as he continue to roll his hips, unable to stop humping into her stretched out, cum-filled cunt.

As he come down from the high, Bucky tried to pull out but only to be stopped by her circling her legs around him. He chuckled at her needy behaviour; as he found it quite adorable, "Want me to stay, baby?" he whispered softly and got a drunken nod as answer.

Bucky carefully flipped their position without leaving the tightness of her pussy, lying her limping body on his own. "Hmmmm" she hummed sleepily as she snuggled into his chest, eyes heavy with satisfaction.

"Yeah? Need my cock to fill you up for you to sleep well, hmm babydoll?" He cooed as he grind her hips downward, thrusting his cock into her slow and gentle. Y/N whined and mumbled, "Yes, please."

Bucky smiled tenderly, "Okay sweetheart. I'll keep you stuffed as long as you need me to. Now, I need you to go to sleep, okay?" He said, getting simple "okay" from the lady in his arms. Bucky placed a kiss on her head, as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as both of them got more and more drowsy as time goes by.

And at the end of this night, it was safe to say that this had been the best and longest sleep they both had since forever.

End.

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[shatcey]

Dark IF (William)

William Harrison

@.archiveikemen made a wonderful translation of the prologue to this event. I recommend reading it in advance so that there are no questions about how we got into this story.

@.kurishiri has compiled an amazing masterlist on this event. I'm doing summaries, so I'm not there. If you prefer to read the full translation, you have that option as well. Not necessarily for this story… This is the main reason why I'm making a summary to fill in the missing parts.

The main part of this event basically coincides with William's main story. I'm not even kidding. The same situations, the same words… At first I was pretty sad about it but… the endings are really good.

Of course, I finished both of them. I liked the bitter ending better. Perhaps, like certain someone (who say the exact opposite), I love drama too much.

After Victor send Kate to the twisted word with parting words "it's in you hands to find the happy ending..." Kate recalled...

Not creapy at all... all things considered...

As soon as Kate appears in the twisted world, she meets Cheshire cat Liam. Who introduced himself quite happily. Suddenly the bell rings. And Liam explained that this meant that someone had been beheaded on the orders of King of Hearts William. And this is a common occurrence in this world.

Kate seemed to ask too many questions about William, and Liam asked if she was interested in him. But no, she just needs to find what's missing. The lying Fox Harrison appeared. And Liam recommends him as an informant.

I'm not in a position to judge, but if someone was presented as a "liar"… why would you trust him? And even more so to buy information from him? Who knows what he's telling you. Well, we all know that we can trust Harry, but this is her first time meeting him. There's no way she could have known about it.

Kate had nothing to pay, so she decided to look for information on her own. Liam told her about William's abilities and advised her to be cautious around him.

She decided that it would be very stupid to meet William without preparation. This guy must be crazy (these are her thoughts, not mine). She resolutely went to the city and… found herself in front of his castle. It's really a destiny.

She looked at the strangely familiar castle (familiar to me, not to her), but decided that she shouldn't go there…

How did he manage to jump so high? Is he magical? Don't tell me it's Benjamin… Wait a minute… Jewel? Victor? Are you playing matchmaker again, you little... rabbit?

And, of course, there were no guards or servants in this castle, so no one stopped her, and she ended up in the dining room with William… There may have been servants there, but they've been turned into furniture or something. Oh, sorry… the wrong fairy tale…

How did he know her name? He… сan't read minds for real this time, can he?

…and we on his main route. Do fun stuff and became free from the morality and expectations of society. And, of course, Kate fell for him very hard. Nothing new.

A sudden thought…. Are we stuck on Groundhog Day by any chance?

She couldn't find what is missing so returned to Harrison. Harry asked her what she would give him for this information.

Harry replied with his canonical "that's not half bad" and told her about William.

It turns out that the people William executes have committed terrible crimes in the past, but cannot be judged by the law. So he chooses the path of destroying "evil with evil". Strangely familiar isn't? And since the bells were ringing at that time, many people were so scared of it that the number of crimes in this country decreased significantly.

And as a bonus, he added that there is Mad Hatter who is plotting something against William. He wants to dethrone William and take his place. Indeed, this guy is crazy.

Kate returns to the castle and asks William to explain himself. So he tells her about why he frees people. He said exactly the same as he said on his route. A selfish observer… something like that. And he asks her what she wants, and… she tell him. And in the morning she wakes up in his bed, remembering last night and blushing. Typical Kate.

But she noticed opened letter and read it…

And here we have two endings. The developers don't give any recommendations, but it seems to me that chronologically the bitter ending comes first. You'll understand what I mean.

Bitter ending

Kate remembered her conversation with Harry and decided that she needed to warn Will about Mad Hatter. But she searched the whole castle and couldn't find him. She thinks he's probably gone to the court, and she has a very bad feeling about it.

She ran out of the castle, just wondering for a moment where exactly the court was, and Liam ran up to her. Explaining that there was a commotion in the court, but he didn't see her and became worried. Kate asked him to show her which way the court was, which he did.

In court, the final verdict is announced by the judge

I'm so glad it's not Vivi. This guy is really crazy.

The guards pulled out their guns and pointed them at William. Wait a minute… Are you going to do it right here? There will be blood everywhere… Oh, you have red carpets, so there's nothing to worry about. Okay, continue.

At the last moment… Kate jumped out of nowhere and covered Will with her body. I really thought he was going to die this time… But that's impossible when Kate is around.

Right, we need Roger! Roger, where are you? Oh... right... the wrong fairy tale... again

He asks her why she did it, and she replies that she doesn't know, her body moved on its on. She loses consciousness due to blood loss and doesn't hear his words.

I have goosebumps. This is so…

She thinks that she still cannot leave, she has forgotten something… In the black void of nothingness, she finally remembered. Then she was a child and could do whatever she liked, she visited Wonderland and met the king of hearts. They spent several days together, and she did whatever she wanted, and if she was in danger, William protected her. But he said she had to come home. As parting words, he asked her to be honest about her wishes. She asked him what if she became the one who wouldn't do it?

Oh, so this is what she heard at the beginning?...

Kate opens her eyes and find herself in the library. There is no pain or blood on her. She's definitely returned back to the real world. She remembers everything. She promised to protect him when they met again, but she forgot about it. And because of that, she faced such a bad ending. She looks around and thinks that, despite the fact she return to the real world, this place seems bleak. Because her lover is not here…

She thinks that even if she finds herself in Wonderland again, the same ending may await her. But her heart is free, and it screams that she wants to see him again… And this time with determination to find her happy ending… she "jumps" into the book.

Victor and Harrison are in the theater-like place. Harry informs Victor that Kate will be coming back to them soon.

I'm not sure if Vivi said "you", he could say "we" or "me"… I didn't take a screenshot with JP's text.

So… this endless sad circle can only be broken with a happy ending. And for that, she just needs to find what is missing…

Premium ending

Kate read the letter and decided to warn William again, but this time he came up to her with a tray of tea.

Oh, can you make tea? Why am I even surprised, you're the same perfect self.

She asks him about a letter and what he plans to do. Of course he will come, because that's what he has to do to stay true to himself. She reply he could be killed… But he doesn't think that's a big deal. Kate clings to his jacket to keep him from leaving… And we're back to his route…

Kate begged him to cancel the order, not to leave her… But he only smiled and kissed her on the forehead. The door closed and Kate wondering why this William's kiss seemed so familiar to her. And she remembered memories from her childhood. When they parted, she promised to protect him the next time they met, he laughed and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

They must be magical…

So… Remembering everything, she was even more determined to help him, but that she could possibly do… Scream, girl, it always works if you need to attract attention.

But she didn't even have to do that, Liam came in. She's freed from Will's order and can run after him, and the same as it was at the Bitter ending, she asked Liam to show the way.

In court, the judge passes the same sentence, the guards point guns at Will, and Kate jumps in front of him again

Will laughs and asks her why she acted like it was the end. Kate suddenly realized that she didn't feel any pain. She looked at the place where she thought she had been shot.

As I thought… The watch is magical… It catches all the bullets.

Will looked around at the people in court, ordered them to "Not move" and called Harrison over. Harry showed up and explained that Mad Hatter was spreading false rumors about William, but in fact these were his crimes. And members of parliament take bribes to hide them. Criminals!

William said that if it was only Mad Hatter's sincere wish, he would have allowed himself to be killed. But Mad Hatter started destroying other people's lives, and he can't forgive him. So…

And again, it's good that they have red carpets… What am I saying?..

Several days later Kate and William are having a crazy tea party for two in the dining room. Kate asks if he knows what is missing. She hasn't returned home, so she still hasn't found it. He says if she wants to come home, he won't stop her. But she means exactly the opposite. If she had known what was missing, she would never have found it to stay with him forever.

So he has a theory, but...

This kind of won't help… I'll definitely forget what we talked about in an instant…

I didn't buy epilogue, but I probably will… if so, I will write about it later. If there's anything in it besides "hot stuff". And… if there's still a point in it. This event will most likely take place on the EN server in late November or early December.

My thoughts

I really like the way they combine everything together. The clock, the voice she heard, the feeling that she had forgotten something important… It's really amazing. At first, I was really upset that story was repeated. But the developers managed to create a new version based on the old one, and it's really amazing. After a slight change in the key points, everything looks completely different. Will's magic call was presence on the main route, but it was a subtle hint like her deep thoughts. This is the main key here. He called her, he lured her into this world. The first, the second time… maybe millions of times. And she continued to follow his call. It really feels like destiny.

I'm actually really curious… If William's story is so similar with his route, maybe other's stories as well? I haven't read Alfons's story, I was waiting for it to appear on the EN server, so I can't be sure.

I really like the idea of Victor as a god-like character, a kind of storyteller… who knows how the story should be like… and don't stop until it's exactly like that. Or… I have goosebumps… he is destiny itself.

And I'm really interested to know what the role of the Fox is in this world… Why does he remember everything, even if everyone's memories supposed to be reset?

In addition, I want to say that the part in the real world on the bitter ending is written so well that I was tempted to show you the whole scene. But I was stopped by the number of screenshots that I could put in one post. I really like it, it gives me goosebumps, no matter how many times I reread it. And yes, I cried… It's too good…

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 26]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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"Baby? I'm here." Mingi announced as he entered your home. He removed his shoes at the doorway.

"Oh, Mings! You're here." You jumped in shock as you emerged from the living room, intending to place your purse on the dining table so you wouldn't forget it.

"Yeah, I called out to you but you didn't reply." He came over to hug him, kissing your forehead.

"You did? Sorry, I was busy getting ready." You said, fixing your earrings as you walked back to the bedroom to check your reflection. You decided to only wear earrings on your basic lobe piercings, to look more presentable.

"You look great, by the way." Mingi complimented.

"Really? Thank you." Now that brought a smile to your face. It was too hot to wear your leather jacket now since you were having nervous sweats. Tonight, you were going to meet Mingi's mother.

"I got some stuff for your mom, I'm not sure what she likes so..." You said. Mingi's eyes widened at all the gifts on the table.

"Flowers, ginseng, skin care, tea. Baby, this is too much!" Mingi burst out laughing.

"Stop laughing at me! I panic bought them." You whined, slapping his arm. It was cute how you were going above and beyond to impress his mother.

"What time is it now? Are we late?" You asked.

"Not at all. If we go now, we'll be VERY early." Mingi chuckled. You nodded, going to the vanity table in your bedroom to make sure your light make up was still good, that it hadn't melted off from the sweating of you moving around to get ready. Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

"Is this our first couple look?" He gestured to the maroon hoodie he was wearing. You snorted as Mingi took his phone out to take a mirror selfie with you.

"We make a cute couple." Mingi grinned.

"Sure..." You laughed. Mingi cupped your cheeks to give you a kiss. When he pulled away, his lips sparkled.

"You got lip gloss on you now." Reaching up, you wiped his bottom lip with your thumb. To show that he didn't care, Mingi dipped you down with the intention to give you another kiss.

"Hold your horses. No more kisses, you're really going to ruin my make up." You put your hands on his chest to hold him away.

"What~?" He whined.

"Don't pout." You chided, walking out of his embrace to go choose a pair of shoes to wear. In the end, you wore a pair of Air Force that was customised by some artist. The spray painted colours were your little pop of colour.

"We shouldn't go too early, I don't want your mum to feel like we're rushing her to get food ready." You thought out loud, looking at the time on your phone.

"Or maybe we can go early and help her with the cooking." You spoke to yourself.

"Baby, first of all, breathe. Secondly, we can go now and just sit for a bit. My omma won't mind." Mingi stroked your hair.

"Okay, let's go now." You said.

Mingi helped you carry the things, mainly because he thought you looked pretty holding the bouquet of flowers, even if it wasn't for you. With masks on, you entered the cab that Mingi called.

"Omma, we're on the way." Mingi said to his mother on the phone. You looked at him expectantly, wanting to know her reaction to you two coming over earlier. Mingi smiled, his free hand grasping yours. He let out a few acknowledgement hums to his mother before hanging up.

"Well?"

"Well what? She just said okay." Mingi spoke through his laughter. You knew Mingi was just having an absolute field day with you being so nervous.

"I'm glad you take joy in my breakdown." You crossed your arms. Mingi smoothed his hand over your thigh.

"You'll be fine, baby. My omma is cool." He wrapped an arm around you to reel you in.

You stayed like that until the cab dropped you off at Mingi's mother's new home. He held your hand as you entered the lift together. You ran through your greetings in your head, making you quiet.

"What's going on in there? You're suddenly awfully quiet." Mingi lightly tapped your head.

You cast him a look, removing your mask and tucking it into your jacket pocket. You wordlessly removed his mask as well, keeping it in your bag for him to use again later. When the lift stopped, you let Mingi walk in front to greet his mother first.

"Omma! We're here!" He called out as he opened the door. You let go of his hand, taking a step back to give the mother and son some space. There was the shuffling of footsteps.

"Oh, my dear son!" Mingi's mother exclaimed as she hugged her son tightly. Mingi laughed, wrapping his long arms around her.

"Where is she?" You heard her ask him.

"Right. Baby, come here." Mingi turned to you and held your hand, tugging you into the house. Mingi's mother's eyes fell on you and she had a soft smile on her face.

"Nice to meet you, omonim. My name is (y/n)." You bowed deeply, greeting her.

"Aigoo, you're such a pretty thing. Come, come!" She held your hands, pulling you in and leaving Mingi at the doorway.

Mingi continued to stand there, frozen in shock. You just revealed your real name. The first time he was hearing your real name was you introducing yourself to his mother for the first time. It never occurred that he didn't know your name prior to this because it never bothered him, and he wasn't going to force you either.

"Mingi ah! Why are you still standing there?" His mother called him.

"C-Coming!" Mingi hid the way his heart was racing and swallowed the lump in his throat as he grabbed the paper bags and went to where you and his mother stood.

"What's all this, dear son?"

"(y/n) bought some gifts for you." Mingi said. Even the way your name rolled off his tongue felt weird to him.

"Yes, these are for you." You handed her the bouquet of flowers you've been carefully cradling in your arms. She received them and glimpsed through the bags that Mingi was carrying.

"Omo, this is more than 'some'! You shouldn't have, (y/n) ah..." She waved her hands.

"You're lucky she didn't buy the whole store." Mingi snorted.

"Mings!" You slapped his arm for exposing you, cheeks warming in embarrassment. You bent down to help her take the things out from the bags for her to properly look at them. Mingi watched in adoration as you went through the gifts.

"I know this moisturiser is very good. I just finished my container." Mingi's mother said.

"I heard from Mings that your knee hurts from standing at the restaurant. The sales lady told me this balm is good for massaging into sore joints." You explained.

"Is that so? I'll definitely try it out. This is all very thoughtful of you, (y/n) ah. Thank you." She stroked your cheek.

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like them." You grinned, mentally relieved.

"Let me go finish dinner and we'll be able to eat soon. Son, put the gifts in my room." Mrs Song instructed before disappearing into the kitchen with you.

"Can I help with anything, omonim?" You offered.

"There's no need, dear. Just go sit, make yourself at home. Mingi ah! When you're done, get your girlfriend something to drink. Be a good host!" She yelled. You giggled, blushing at how she just directly refers to you as Mingi's girlfriend. Mingi came to the kitchen after putting the gifts away.

"Try one of these collagen pouches. They're really good and have probiotics in it." She cut in front of Mingi at the fridge to give you one of the jelly pouches.

"Thank you." You bowed your head.

Even though she didn't let you do any cooking, you still lingered in the kitchen to chat with her and get to know her better.

"Ah, Mingi told me that you're taking care of your little sister on your own, it must not be easy having to work and care for a child when you're so young." She said as she chopped vegetables.

"It wasn't at first but seeing her grow up makes it all worth it. Her name is Haneul." You showed her a picture.

"Aigoo! She's so cute." Mrs Song fangirled over Haneul.

"Do you cook?"

"Yes, I learnt to cook for Haneul. I didn't want her eating too much outside food. Plus, it was cheaper to cook rather than to eat outside or get take out. Now I cook for her and Mingi. Both have similar tastes, both don't like vegetables." You explained with a laugh.

"That's very sensible of you. But that son of mine, he always doesn't like vegetables. Since he was young, I had to hide vegetables in his food." Mrs Song complained.

"I'm right here, you know?" Mingi reminded.

"When we first started going out, I asked him why he doesn't want to cook more with you owning the restaurant." You said.

"Right? Wasted a good opportunity to learn." Mrs Song clicked her tongue and shook her head.

"But Mingi is very good at taking care of me in other ways. He always makes sure I'm eating and sleeping enough since I tend to work late nights." You turned to Mingi, smiling at him softly.

"That's good, that's good. It's always good for a couple to take care of each other. Especially when you eventually get married and have children." Mrs Song nodded in approval.

"Omma! W-What are you talking about?! We only just got together, why are you mentioning marriage and kids?" Mingi exclaimed in shock. You saw Mingi clear his throat, ears going red in embarrassment. You giggled at how flustered he became, refusing to meet your eyes.

"What's wrong? It's normal to talk about marriage and children." Mrs Song scolded.

"Anyway, (y/n) ah, I made somer tonic for you to take home later. It'll give you more energy since you always miss your sleep and you're always working so hard." Mrs Song informed.

"Thank you so much, omonim." You bowed gratefully.

You stepped aside to answer a call from Eden. It also gave Mingi and his mother some privacy since they haven't really spoken with her busy getting to know you.

"You must be tired, omma." You watched as Mingi massaged his mother's shoulders.

"I'm not. I like (y/n), she seems like a nice girl." Mrs Song said.

"I'm glad you like her, your opinion matters to me a lot. Both of you mean the world to me. She takes great care of me. She doesn't want to tell the others yet, she wanted you to be the first to know." Mingi leaned against the counter beside his mother.

"She's a sweet girl, she knows how to think ahead. Her parents raised her well." She complimented. You felt a slight ache in your chest at the mention of your parents.

"Her parents didn't raise her, remember? She's like that because she had to fend for herself and take care of herself." Mingi explained.

"I would have taken her to be my daughter any day. Having a daughter is, they're so gentle and you can dress them up all pretty." Mrs Song laughed.

"Gee, thanks omma." Mingi grumbled.

"Tsk, don't keep pouting, you don't look handsome. And you should know that you and your brother were a handful to care for."

"But you still did it despite dad always being overseas." Mingi shrugged.

Along with the ache in your chest, you felt something else. Was it jealousy? You were envious of the close bond Mingi had with his mother, the conversations and laughter that they shared. You wondered if things were different, could you ever have that relationship with your parents?

"Baby? Everything okay?" You hadn't noticed Mingi coming out to check on you, nearly bumping into you. He didn't know that you were standing there, listening to him and his mother.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You lied.

"You sure? Why did Eden call?" Mingi tilted his head, sensing you were lying with how stiff you were.

"Yeah. He just called about some work stuff regarding the upcoming recording sessions, that's all." You shrugged. Mingi nodded slowly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Don't worry too much about it, hmm?" He kissed the top of your head, thinking you were just stressed by the upcoming schedules.

"I won't." You assured with a smile, patting his stomach. Suddenly, there was a click. You and Mingi looked up to see his mother holding her phone up in front of her face, having secretly taken a picture of you and Mingi.

"Omma!" Mingi roared, trying to take the phone from her. You smiled as you watched them play around.

"Yah! Don't behave like a child with (y/n) around." She turned it into a lecture just to have the upper hand. She tucked her phone into her pocket and went back to the kitchen.

"Mingi ah, take (y/n) to sit down in the living room." She commanded. Mingi held your hand and led you to the sofa, sitting down with him facing you.

"I told you, there was nothing for you to worry about. See? She likes you even more than me." He stroked your head.

"Yes, there was nothing to worry about. She's lovely." You smiled.

"Now, that aside. And we're alone, tell me what's wrong? I know the upcoming album recording isn't what's bothering you." Mingi held both your hands in his. You opened your mouth but he cut you off.

"And don't lie to me. I know when you're lying." Mingi insisted.

"Seeing you and your mom, I just wondered if there was ever any point where my parents and I could have been like that if things were different. Would I have been able to bring you home to meet them? Have a meal together? I wouldn't say it's jealousy, more envy." You shrugged. Mingi cupped your cheek.

"Oh, baby." He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumbs. You always maintained a stoic front when talking about your parents but Mingi knew you still hoped for a relationship with them.

"Please don't pity me, Mings. It's just something I have to live with. I was the one who decided to get up and leave." You said.

"Don't say that, it's like you're calling yourself a coward. Which you are not." Mingi argued.

You didn't say anything but pursed your lips, an indication that you did think of yourself as such. Mingi pulled you closer to him so you fell against his chest.

"Mings! Your mum could see us and get the wrong idea." You hit his chest.

"I don't care. My pabo girlfriend needs me to comfort her now, that's more important to me." He said. You melted immediately, arms moving the wrap around Mingi's lean torso. He rubbed your back lovingly, kissing your head.

The both of you were in your own bubble that you didn't notice Mingi's mother looking at you the entire time. She smiled softly and went back to the kitchen.

"You've really grown up, Mingi ah." She said softly as she continued her cooking.

"Dinner is done." You and Mingi went to help bring the food out. Mrs Song prepared a feast despite it only being the 3 of you.

"Wow, everything looks so good. Thank you, omonim." You said, nearly salivating at the food.

"It's no problem at all, (y/n) ah. Eat up." She encoraged. Mingi placed your bowl of rice in front of you before taking his seat next to you while Mrs Song sat opposite the two of you.

"Thank you for the food!" You and Mingi chimed and dug in. The food was seriously delicious, unlike anything you've had before. It was next level cooking. While it didn't taste like a Michelin star meal, it was something different. You weren't exaggerating when you said you could taste the homely love in it.

"How is it?" Mrs Song asked expectantly.

"It's good... All of it... It's all really good... I love it." You looked at her with glassy eyes.

"Aigoo, I'm so happy to hear that. Eat as much as you want, my dear." She softened, cooing at you. She grabbed a piece of the stewed fish and placed it onto your bowl.

"Yah, Mingi, how old are you? Sneaking the vegetables onto her bowl. What am I going to do with you?" She scolded Mingi.

"She likes vegetables!" Mingi defended.

After the meal, the three of you shared some fruit that Mingi's mother cut up. She also brewed some tea for all of you to have. It was a nice way to end the meal and the evening. Then it came the typical moments when meeting your partner's family.

"He always cried a lot. I had to pick him up because he cried himself sick." She pointed at a photo of Mingi's face all red from crying with a fever patch on his forehead.

"Aww, look at you." You shook Mingi's sleeve as you swooned over him. Mingi rolled his eyes.

"I think that's enough, omma..." He grumbled.

"But he always loved to dance. You can play any music, he'll start bouncing and wanting to dance. He gets it from his father." She chuckled, ignoring Mingi entirely.

"Even at such a young age, he looked so tall." You pointed to the kindergarten photo.

"Right? He was always the tallest in all of his classes with his long legs and long arms." Mrs Song smiled.

"Your smile in this photo is exactly the same. You haven't changed that much." You looked at Mingi. Mingi smiled sarcastically at you, not appreciating how you were teaming up with his mother. He facepalmed as the two of you continued through Mingi's childhood album. He wanted this to end.

"Okay, this has been fun but we have to work tomorrow. We should go." Mingi wrapped it up. You checked the time and nodded in agreement. You didn't want to overstay too.

"Before you go, could you help me put away the dishes, Mingi ah? I can't reach the top cupboard." Mrs Song requested.

"Of course." Mingi obediently went.

"Thank you for having me over, omonim. It was really great meeting you." You smiled to her.

"Now that I've chased that boy away, I can tell you what I have been wanting to tell you the whole evening." She said. You gulped at her words but nodded.

"I may be Mingi's mother but from today onwards, you're family too, alright? You can come any time, you can call me any time you need a mother's food, love, comfort, anything. I will gladly be your mother too." She stroked your head.

"Omonim..." That was it, the water works came. You wiped your tears and she hugged you tightly.

"Thank you for taking care of my son. He's been through a lot and he's stubborn, always keeping things in his heart. But after today, I'm so grateful he has you with him to give him all the love."

"He's always there for me too, giving me all the love and teaching me to trust the world a little bit more." You smiled through the tears.

"I may not know them personally but I think it's the lost of your parents for not seeing what a great young women their daughter has become." She chuckled.

"Omma! I leave for a few minutes and you make my girlfriend cry?!" Mingi came out, shocked to see you crying and hugging his mother.

"What did you tell her?" Mingi asked as he received you from his mother, tucking you securely under his arm. He held your chin and tilted your head up for him to see. With his sleeves, he gently wiped your cheeks. You still maintained a small smile, assuring Mingi that nothing bad happened.

"It's a secret." She said, not giving anything away.

After Mingi's mother put together the items she wanted you to bring home, you waited at the door, giving Mingi and his mother some privacy to say goodbye to each other.

"Treasure her, Mingi ah. She's a keeper." Mingi's mother said softly, patting Mingi's arm with a smile.

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[themultifandomgal]

Severide x reader please where she somehow injures herself and calls Severide on shift. He hears the panic in her voice, drops everything to go see her and make sure she's okay. Thank you!

Kelly Severide- I’d Drop Everything

Trigger warning- blood

YN and Kelly have been dating for a while now and they recently moved in together. Kelly is very protective of YN, wanting to make sure she is ok always. She only has to get a paper cut and he basically becomes a doctor, mainly because YN faints at the sight of blood, even if it's her own.

Today YN is at home cleaning while Kelly is at work. YN's favourite music blaring throughout the house as she dances around the kitchen. YN she sticks her hand in the warm soapy water in sink to clean the cups and plates left from the night before and this morning when the feeling of burning runs across her hand. Quickly lifting her hand out of the water she notices blood trickle down her arm. Immediately YN's stomach churns and she begins to feel lightheaded. Grabbing the tea towel next to her she wraps her hand up as best she can before grabbing hold of her phone and calling the first person to come to her mind, Kelly.

Kelly was eating a sandwich when the call came through. Everyone notices the smile that creeps on to his face

"The missus calling?" Capp smirks

"Shut up" Kelly can't help but keep his smile on his face as he answers the call "hey baby what's up?"

"Kel" immediately his smile drops hearing the panic in his girlfriends voice

"Baby what's wrong what's happened?"

"I cut my hand... Kelly the blood there's a lot of blood" before YN could even tell him what happened he was already on his feet knowing that she hates blood

"Ok ok I'll be home in 5 minutes. Breath ok can you do that?" Kelly leaves the firehouse, not saying a word to anyone, he gets into his car and starts up the engine

"Hurts Kel" YN whimpers

"I know I know but I want you to lie down on the couch ok and keep your arm in the air ok?"

"Ok"

Kelly rushes through the door to find his girlfriend lying on the couch crying

"I'm here now. Let me look" gently Kelly takes the tea towel, now soaked with blood, from YNs hand "ok I'm gonna get the first aid kit" he says before walking off.

Quickly he returns with the green bag, unzipping it he takes out the alcohol wipes "ok this is gonna sting a little. Take a deep breath ok" YN does as Kelly asks. Whimpering at the sting the alcohol caused, Kelly does his best to sooth her with gentle words "ok it's not to bad, the water probably made it look worse that it is. I'll bandage it up and then we can get you something to eat and drink ok?" Kelly does this as gently and quickly as he can.

Once done he helps YN sit up slowly before going to get her a drink and some cookies go eat

"Thanks" YN mutters quietly "I feel so stupid"

"Don't. It's ok. I best phone Boden, let him know I'm staying home for the rest of the day, hell I haven't even told him I left"

"Kel" YN sighs "you should have... Damn I shouldn't have rang you"

"Of course you should have. I didn't need to come home to my girlfriend passed out on the floor" he chuckles

"But you left work for a small cut"

"YN, I'd drop everything if you asked me to. I'll be back in a bit" Kelly walks off into the kitchen to phone Boden

"Severide where the hell are you?"

"Sorry chief. YN cut her hand, had to come home you know how she is with blood" Kelly hears Boden sigh

"How is she?"

"Shaken up, I've given her something to eat and drink, but I wouldn't be surprised if she feel sick for the rest of the day. I need to take the rest of the day off, I hope you understand"

"Of course I can, send her our love"'

"Will do thanks" Kelly hangs up the phone walking back to the living room to find YN lying back on couch "how you feeling?"

"Tired" YM mumbles "feel a little sick"

"Have a nap. You'll feel better then" Kelly places a kiss on the head "I'll make you some dinner for later" YN nods her head a little closing her eyes. She feels a blanket being placed over her before falling asleep.

[geddy-leesbian]

Hii, 8 + 22 from Autumn Themed Prompt for Lethan ? :))

sorry this took me forever, I'm not much of a Lethan shipper and struggled through writer's block. I also didn't write down both prompts in your ask for some reason so this only has "I need a place to stay." 😭

but I do have some bonus gifs to go with it at least <3

(and I took it in a,, creative direction AU wise. 80's AU, Ethan is a sound engineer, Leon is a receptionist at the same recording studio Ethan works at.)

While they were coworkers at the recording studio, Leon didn't know Ethan all that well. Leon was a receptionist at the fuck desk, and Ethan was a sound engineer who worked with artists in the back, so their paths rarely crossed. 

But he did know it was unusual for Ethan to linger around in the studio like this, just awkwardly standing around in the lobby after he was done working, instead of rushing home to his family. That was the real reason Leon didn't know the man well. Leon liked parties and accepted any invitations, but with Ethan it was always “I need to get home to Mia” and then, later, “I need to get home to Rose.”

“Hey, Ethan, anything I can help you with?”

“Yeah, there's something I wanted to ask you. I need a place to stay. And I know you've let down on their luck people stay with you before to get back on their feet, so I thought it couldn't hurt to ask. I really don't want to impose on you, I wouldn't be asking if it was just me, but it's about my daughter too,” Ethan rambles nervously. “I've been fighting with Mia for a while now, she's really fed up and wants to take a break. She wants me out of the house, said I could take Rose, but I don't feel comfortable taking her to whatever cheap motel I– Nevermind. Just forget I said all this, babies aren't desirable roommates, and I shouldn't be dumping my problems on someone I barely know.”

“First of all, everyone dumps their problems on me. It's basically part of the job description. Normal receptionist things, look pretty and smile and nod when musicians flirt with me, and be a supportive listener when musicians start venting,” Frankly Ethan's problems are nothing compared to what he's used to, drugs, affairs, band member drama caused by drugs and/or affairs… Admittedly there could be some more serious issues in Ethan's marriage that Leon doesn't know about, but at the very least there isn't any inter-band conflict making it more complicated. “Second of all, my mind is a steel trap. I'm not forgetting anything you said. I've got a spare bedroom that can be yours. As soon as I get off, I'll follow you home and help you get whatever you need loaded in your car.”

Leon isn't insisting on going because he thinks Ethan actually needs help loading things. It's just his lowkey way to provide emotional support, because Leon would still be in a toxic relationship with Krauser getting treated like shit every single day if Claire hadn't eventually decided to show up and pack Leon's shit up and take him with her. Every time he tried to leave Krauser on his own, he either lost the courage before he finished packing, or he left but only lasted a day or two before crawling back. Leon is going to make sure Ethan does get out of his toxic situation too. 

“You don't have to do that.”

“I'm going to.”

-

The weirdest thing about having a baby in his household is that it sure doesn't feel like there's a baby in his house. Ethan does his best to minimize himself and not intrude on Leon, so Rose is either in the guest room, with Mia, or with a babysitter at all times. Leon never sees her, and it's surprisingly disappointing. 

“Hey, Ethan,” Leon eventually says when they pass each other in the hallway. “You know you're not confined to your room like a prisoner, right? You can bring Rose's highchair out to the kitchen and feed her there. She can play with her toys on the living room floor. It's not good for her to be cooped up in a small room all day.”

“I'm already imposing on you enough as is. I'm not going to take over more of your house.”

“Look, I grew up in foster care. Bounced through a few homes, and the one constant between them was that I always had a million siblings I had to share space with. I'm more than used to living with kids. I actually hate coming home to a quiet house, just doesn't feel right. Stay here as long as you want. Take up as much space as you want,” Ethan looks at him silently, expression as impossible to decipher as always. Leon feels bold enough to keep pushing. “I'm serious. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but I accidentally overheard you on the phone the other day. Something about you wanting to be able to take Rose to more of her appointments but not being in a position to cut back on your work hours. If you need to quit for a while to have some breathing room while you figure out Rose's health issues and the rest of your divorce, you can.”

“I'm not quitting,” Still, Ethan's resolve crumbled a bit. “But I might cut back on my hours. Just for Rose's sake, and I'll still try to move out as soon as possible. Probably when the divorce is final and I don't have attorney fees eating into every paycheck.”

“Do whatever you need to, and make yourself at home in the meantime.”

-

For the majority of his life, Leon couldn't see even a hint of domestic bliss in his future. As a child, the thought of being someone's wife felt suffocating, and the thought of being a mother made his skin crawl. Once he began his new life, one that felt so much more authentic and right, there were moments the thought of being a father appealed to him. 

But then he met Jack Krauser and everything went to shit. He wasted far too much of his life living under that asshole's thumb. It was bad enough to make him swear off of dating and, by extension, having a family. He had a good thing going. No boyfriends, no domestic bliss, no babies. Just hook-ups. He was happy with that. Until Ethan got him yearning for more again. 

Ethan is almost always home when Leon gets home. He cut back his studio hours, something he had an easier time doing after getting a side hustle he can do at home; putting his art skills to use making album covers for the smaller bands that wanted cheap art for their first albums. If Ethan doesn't have any art to work on, he'll be playing with Rose. If he is working on a piece, Rose is in her plastic seat on the floor with enough toys to keep her occupied, and Ethan puts his art supplies away when Leon walks in. 

Regardless, the first thing Leon does when he gets home is get down on the floor with Rose. He really does like having a baby around, especially one as cute and sweet as Rose. Ethan greets Leon briefly and then goes to the kitchen to start on dinner, because cooking makes him feel a bit less like a leech. 

Leon feels like someone poured a bucket of ice over him the morning Ethan leaves earlier than normal, with Rose in a baby carrier, announcing he was going to look at an apartment that he found out about through word of mouth with rent he thought he could swing. 

Leon calls in sick to work, and it's not entirely a lie, he does feel sick from the thoughts of Ethan moving out of his modest but nice and safe house to go live in some shitty apartment with Rose, and, most devastating, him coming home to an empty house everyday. Instead of wallowing in self pity, he springs into action. He's not a great cook, but manages to throw some sandwiches and salad together and set the table for lunch while waiting for Ethan to get back. He's a bit confused when he does get back and Leon ushers him to the kitchen, but goes along with it, putting Rose in her highchair and then sitting down himself.

“I wanted to talk to you about moving out,” Leon begins. “I don't think you should. Not yet. I like having you and Rose here, and I don't like the thought of you two in some shitty apartment in the bad part of town just because you think you're bothering me. That would bother me more, having to worry about you.”

“I guess I'll stick around,” Ethan sports his signature deer in headlights face when he looks down at the table, particularly at the bottle of wine. “Am I supposed to feel like I'm on a date with you right now?”

“Not really,” The fact Ethan doesn't seem disgusted or at all upset by the concept of going on a date with Leon gives him some courage. “I was going to take you out to eat somewhere when I asked you out instead of making anything here. But I had to talk you into staying today and getting a babysitter and a reservation for somewhere nice wouldn't be possible on such short notice.”

“Well, I won't say no if you ask me out on a real date in a few days.”

“Noted.”

“And Rose is about ready for a nap. The atmosphere might be a bit more romantic without a baby in the room.”

Leon nods and gets up to grab Rose. 

[fairyrcts]

ivy , c.s. • track 2

by fairyrcts contents - intended lowercase , 3rd person , cursing , slight male masturbation

an - short cuz pink + white finna eat and i got more blurbs comin out

taglist - @pvssychicken , @gothiccvnt6996 , @emely9274 (header by @issysh3ll )

chris had felt bad after leaving the girls' apartment that night. it had been serenity's first time getting high and he wanted to help with the morning after cause he knew how much that'd suck. but, like most everyone in that city, he had places to be.

i'll check in with her later he thought

that morning, he'd gotten up, feeling terrible. it was routine at this point.

brushing off his aching head, he did his daily duties. got dressed, brushed his teeth, etc.

he'd plan to go see his friend nathan and meet him for lunch, which wasn't until 1. it was currently 10, so he had plently of time.

since having nothing to due, he made the decision to go visit serenity and check up with her.

meanwhile, she was stressing out completely.

she had slept in by an hour and was 25 minutes late to her lecture today, not to mention how absolutely gross she felt.

she was rushing to get her black stockings on, almost tripping with each movement.

"crap, crap, crap."

she'd already put on her pastel purple sweater, skirt and tied her hair up in a bun. all she needed to do was slip her boots on, grab her bag and go.

which, she did. she'd made it all the way down the stairs and out of her apartment. she thought the rest of the day would be smooth sailing, but god had other plans.

when opening the glass door to exit her apartment complex, serenity aggressively bumped into a familiar face.

she let out a small 'ow!'

chris backed up, stumbling a bit.

"jeez, do that to everyone?" his words made himself chuckle. but serenity wasn't having it.

"only to everyone standing in my way. i've got places to be, sorry." she let his comment go and began speed walking.

"hey, wait up! came to check on ya and you're runnin" he sighed before jogging to catch up to the curly-haired girl who was currently pissed at him.

"wait up, says the clueless brunette who's literally the reason i'm late!" even with her words being angry, chris was still focused on her angelic voice.

"how's that my fault?" he was now beside her as the two sped-walked at the same speed.

it was quite an eyesore to passersby. this swanlike girl, with put together clothes and dainty gold jewelry dripping off her and a taller, basic-looking white guy who's wearing baggy jeans and a sleeveless shirt that said 'pirate girl' on the front.

they definitely stuck out like a sore thumb to anyone who didn't know them.

serenity's facial expressions became blithe as she began explaining. "you got me high! i shouldn't have done that."

"okay, 1, you asked. and 2, didn't it feel good though?"

chris's words made her eyes crinkle as she thought.

yeah, it did. like a weight was lifted and a feeling of relief washed over her. but she wasn't to give him the satisfaction.

"not the point, chris. is chris short for christopher?" she remarked, now at the campus.

"uh, yeah, why?"

"now i can say your full name when i'm mad at you. i've got a lecture i'm about to miss the rest of, thanks for checking in or whatnot. if you wanna check in and not annoy me next time, ask izzy to gove you my number." serenity rushed her words as she walked up more, chris stopping to not go campus property.

she turned her dour face to look at him once more. to say chris was mesmerized was probably the perfect word.

he shot her a lopsided grin and walked away.

chris just replayed the sounds of her melodic voice as he walked back to his car. he'd rather losten to that than any music on any radio station.

-- --

after the rather exhausting day at school was over, serenity made it back to her apartment and noticed izzy hadn't been there. she leaned against the kitchen counter and opened her texts to see around 4 from a random number.

unknown

hey just wanted to say sorry for earlier

unknown

izzy gave me ur number btw

unknown

this is chris

unknown

but u prob put that tg already

she laughed to herself at the stupidity of his thought process. she saved his contact number and put it under 'chris !'

she debated wether or not to text back, but decided on it after a moment of thinking.

she simply responded to his messages with a voice message.

on the other end, chris was going insane.

he'd saw that he had a voice message and absolutely went crazy. when he played hit, he just became engulfed in what she was saying. it was small simple words, but with her butter like voice, it was more than that.

his opposite hand instinctly moved to the tent in his pants. chris slightly palmed himself through the blew jeans he wore. he imagined it was her rubbing down on his erection.

he thought how'd she react if she knew. probably not the greatest.. so out of respect, he stopped, mentally cursing himself for caring.

he sent a voice message back, jokingly talking about the effect she has on him with her voice.

the pair just sent voice memo's back and forth all afternoon, just talking about everything they could really think of.

chris responded to one of serenity's with "man, i should come over right now. i could bring over sum more weed or whatever. or nothing at all."

which definitely got her thinking. she enjoyed their conversation so far, and the result of her getting high last night wasn't that bad. what's the worse that could happen?

[kairiscorner]

can you pls do gwen x fem where they are dating and reader is like a polar opposite

she’s kind of like coquette softie

gwens like 🥁🌹🩰🕷️ and she’s 🩰🎀🤍🌸

thank you 😊

OOOOO THANK IS CUTE !! sure thing :DD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

they're the perfect couple. – gwen stacy x fem!reader (headcanons and blurbs !!)

gwen's favorite nickname for you is her 'dream girl', which in reality, you are her dream girl. she loves how feminine you display yourself as, she finds it incredibly endearing and sweet.

the first time she visited your room, she was blown away by how pastel, pretty, and you it all seemed like; she found herself sighing and gasping at how freaking adorable your room's aesthetic was.

"wow, it's like... your room's filled to the brim with everything about you. i mean, i shouldn't expect any less, y'know." she said with a slight chuckled as she admired the prettiness of your room and its decor; from the color of your walls, sheets, curtains to all the plushies and cute little trinkets you had everywhere–it all had little touches of you that she found so beautiful, so lovely.

you giggled as gwen kept gasping and chuckling to herself as she pointed out how adorable everything you owned was, she was just so taken away by how one can be so gentle and cutesy–and be her lover all at the same time! "i know it's rude to stare, but... i can't help but want to stay in your room forever. i mean it, if i'm away from home, this is the sole place i'd come to because this... this place feels like a comfier home for me." she said with a satisfied sigh as she laid herself on your bed, her legs dangling from the side as she admired the lofty canopy on top of your bed, decked out with laces to decorate it.

she loves it whenever people point out how you two have such opposing aesthetics and vibes but are such a power couple.

you two definitely out-dance everyone at prom or any social gathering that has dancing as a part of it 💖

she loves it when you decorate her hair, it's always so pretty when you do it :D

she finds your presence extremely calming–like everything and everyone else could annoy and distract her, but you're her sole comfort away from everything and everyone else that hurts her and makes her ache.

you're always the shoulder gwen cries on–it just feels different when your comfort is the one she receives. she feels so much freer when you're the one listening to her, holding her close, shushing her, murmuring to her she'll be okay, everything'll be okay–when you're the one to kiss her tears away and be there for her like no one else can.

you might not know all the answers to her problems, but just having you close by and offering and ear to listen to her and a shoulder for her to cry on is more than enough for her.

if you ever designed her a matching bracelet or necklace for you two, she'd wear it with pride, and she'd definitely boast about it to anyone who'd ask about it–well, not about the accessory itself, more like about you and how thoughtful you were to make it.

"oh, this?" she asks her friends with a slight chuckle and a smile. she admired the matching accessory you made for her–it's like she has the missing half of your heart, your soul, of you. she sighs as she stares off into the distance, smiling wider to herself as she collects her thoughts about just what your gift meant to her and how much you mean to her. she goes on and on and on about you, it may drive the others insane with how much she adores you, but you've already driven her so insane with all your love for her–she's gotta share her hopeless devotion to you somehow, and the others just happened to be here to hear it all.

"yeah, sorry you guys don't have a super devoted girlfriend who'd make you sweet little trinkets that basically say you have half of her heart. bummer." she'd say with a slight smirk of smugness as she blushes harder, thinking about you and how much she adores you.

[morose-melodies]

Hi! I just wanted to share this idea I got recently about a yandere Aether and maybe a fatui reader. Basically, the reader sees how everyone keeps using Aether, sending him off for errands and decides to help him by making him grow a backbone, but it kind of backfires. Feel free to ignore this idea or alter it if it doesn't really work for you. I'm also sorry if that's not much to go off of. It's my first time requesting something. Thanks and have a nice day!

backbone | yandere! aether x reader

content warning: none

aether came to fontaine with one motive - to stop you.

but alas, there were people in need of assistance and help, so he helped, just as he always did, nearly forgetting his true motives.

he had seen you here and there but never got the chance to approach you, all he could do was watch as another chance to stop you faded away. it was tragic and almost laughable to you.

it almost felt as if he didn't want to stop you. you were almost disappointed - he would never catch you if this kept going on. perhaps you should make it a little easier for him.

or, you could straighten him out.

so you waited for him to catch you, as you were in no rush to get back to snezhnaya.

days had passed. you saw him every once and a while, but he never seemed to see you, which was disappointing as you waited you realized, he was too much of a pushover.

before he could even begin to look for you he had helped eight people, including one of the fatui soldiers you came with.

perhaps you should just approach him and tell him-

"look! it's (y/n), stop right there!" a high-pitched voice called out and you turned to the director of the voice to see aether and his floating companion blocking you from leaving the secluded ally you were standing in.

"it took you long enough...you're such a pushover. it's pathetic," you tut, watching as aether moved into a defensive position. "it's pathetic how you let people treat you, do you LIKE being bossed around and used?" you asked, watching as his brows slowly knitted together.

"I'm not being used, it's what I signed up for. to help-"

"no more of that helping, it's hindering you. ignore everyone and catch me - stop me from taking another gnosis," and with that, you left, too fast for him to react to but now the challenge was on.

...

"traveler, could you help me-"

"hey! could you help us out?"

"traveler, do you remember me? help me out!"

helping was his job and yet he was postponing it for your sake - a fatui harbinger. why should he listen to you anyway?

"no more of that helping, it's hindering you. ignore everyone and catch me - stop me from taking another gnosis."

... this must be a trick, right? why would you want him to catch you, to chase after you? it made no sense but he wanted to make sense of it.

so, he began to look for you, ignoring anyone who requested help from him. he needed to find you and STOP you.

he needed to stop you. he would stop you.

(y/n)... he would stop you.

he went around, asking about you, unknowingly catching glimpses of you only to realize after you were gone.

it was driving him mad.

were you doing this on purpose? were you trying to taunt him? trying to make him frustrated?

why ARE you doing this?

"traveler, why are you ignoring all those people? shouldn't we help them?" his floating companion asked but aether shook his head, saying, "we have other places to be. I have no time to help others right now."

"huh? why-"

"hush," aether slowed his walk, his eyes watching as you walked into a café, alone, "it's (y/n)! st-"

"shh and stay right here," aether began to trail over to the café, tuning out piamon's voice as she questioned his motives.

he entered the café only to be met with the faces of many fatui soldiers, "aether, I'm so glad you could make it," aether could hear you but couldn't see you.

his hand twitched... so you WERE taunting him.

he felt... offended.

"you were too late, though. I've already got the gnosis and I'll be leaving today."

was this a game to you? was he a game to you?

is this fun for you?

so this is it? you're going to leave him with these soldiers and he won't get to see you again? all of this build-up for this? "no," aether took a shaky step forward, "I'm going to stop you, (y/n) "

...

what a shame, you thought aether would catch you but he was just too slow. "hah, maybe next time." maybe next time he'll catch you, and maybe next time he won't be such a pushover.

"there's no need for a next time."

the voice came from behind, breathless and shaky. you made a move to turn around but before you could, a hand grabbed onto your shirt and turned you around, holding onto you firmly.

"hm? how'd you get out so soon."

"did you have fun?"

"pfft, no, i just thought you needed a bit of hel-"

"do you find this funny?"

"no. this is good for you, now that you can say no, you can get things done fas-"

"okay..." He released a shaky breath, momentarily closing his eyes before opening them once again, "give me the gnosis."

"no way. i need to get it back to snezhn-"

"(y/n), i caught you, give me the gnosis."

"i told you to catch me AND stop me from taking the gnosis, i already took the gnosis so the deals off-"

"no. i need to stop you," aether tightened his hold on you, forcing you to look directly at him. the look in his eyes told you he was hesitating.

"I have to stop you, (y/n)."

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hi Dani,

It's me the asexual anon from a while back. I am so excited about your book. It's gojng to be great, all who've read your work know it.

I'm writing to say that I figured out I'm ace but not aro. Anyways, my parents have fixed my wedding. Yeah, they did ask my opinion after the whole shebang about society, being a woman, my age, that I shouldn't compare myself to the lifestyle my sister has, and the fact that I am currently in between jobs. Basically it wasn't a willing yes.

I can't tell them that I'm an Ace because the concept is beyond their understanding and their conclusions will be that I'm one of the people with whom something is wrong or it's the effect of westernization. Take your pick. It's a can of worms just waiting to devour me.

And everytime I don't act excited about the wedding or that I don't want to constantly talk with my future husband the victim blaming starts from my father and my mother pointing out that my father's sisters and their families just want her daughters' lives to be less than perfect so, I've got to do this. It's a constant stream of but we went to Goa for vacation, you're getting driving and swimming lessons what more do you want and if I say that I don't want to marry ever the whole drama starts again. It's an endless cycle.

We went to a psychiatrist to figure out if there could be something done about me, and she asked me if I'm into women or was sexually harassed when I was young but I can't tell her truth too or she'll tell my parents who'll raise hell over the news.

When I told them that I don't ever want to marry and I'm unsure about children they just seem convinced that I'm wary after all they know better they're my parents.

And now there's been some issue at my mother's workplace so she's home too for some time which basically means I've got no solitude and it's driving me crazy. If I even tell her I want to go out (since they always wnt to know where we are and apparently I'm a huge risk since my refusal) out a bookstore she keeps telling me what am I going to do with so many books? It's inconceivable to them that I feel calm when I'm surrounded by books.

I know I seem like a coward but at this point there is nothing I can do other than scouring for jobs hoping I'll get one good enough to escape this madness before the hangman's noose tightnes around my neck.

Sorry for unloading on you but the only quote I can relate now is 'My tongue will tell the anger of my heart Or else my heart concealing it will break.' By Katherine, The Taming of the Shrew

Thank you

P. S. I read Ace by Angela Chen and I think everyone regardless of their sexuality should read it.

Hello my love,

First things first, you don't HAVE to do anything (and yes, I say this while being aware of the lack of choice women and girls have many women have in their personal lives).

The questions the psychiatrist asked you were ABSOLUTELY unethical and unprofessional. Regardless of whether it's true for a client or not, asking someone if they are gay or have been abused a child just because someone wants to marry is such an ignorant take. It shows what she knows 🙄. Please do not take ANYTHING this person said into account or base any decisions on it.

I hope you won't be offended by this or that you will see this as someone else telling you what to do - but you DON'T have to get married. Not to appease your parents. Or anyone. You can tell them you don't have to and you don't have to give them a reason other than 'I don't want to'. Your sexuality is your concern and yours alone.

I hope you are in a place where you can tell them you don't want to get married or at least temporarily postpone it until you have more options to escape this. I really hope you get the job you're looking for.

Also, please keep reading! Casually quoting Shakespeare is an incredibly cool talent to have.

I am here if you want to talk more or need support. Sending you a lot of strength.

And thanks so much for the book rec 💙

[herofactoyxtransformerscrossover]

Welcome to Cybertron pt 1

Preston stormer first day on Cybertron yay!!

Going to another planet was never hard, for Preston Stormer, he's the leader of alpha team he was strong, he knew it but, God when he came to Cybertron he felt so small, he was the same size as the new friends he made, Bumblebee he was a yellow Cybertronian who part of the “autopodes” or “autobots”. He really doesn't understand their politics here,

His new friends had invited him to come to Cybertron, so they could hang out but it's was supposed to be on a Thursday and it's currently Monday, but Preston decided to come early, he decided to find the address all by himself so now he on a train, to Iacon city, and he felt nervous not because of the train, but because other bot's we're either side-eyeing him or giving him nasty looks.

“They can tell I'm not from here”, he thought to himself.

But that didn't surprise him at all, Cybertronians and bots from his planet Almaak, didn't exactly get along and he knew why, it's mostly for political views and shared values and culture shock, Cause where Stormer's, from it's normal and basic tradition that when you're made, then you're made for something specific like being a hero, or a normal bot, or something like that. But Cybertronians believe that you should choose what you want to be and had a whole war over it, which is something Stormer feels like they shouldn't compare causes it's “different”, at least to him

Soon the train came to a stop and he got up to leave, and once he got off he looked around at his Surroundings.

“Wow, this is Iacon city? It's really pretty say what you want about Cybertronians but they have really good architectures”, said Stormer to him.

The city was glowing, the buildings were tall and bright, giant spires, glorious towers and majestic skyscrapers. After looking around for a bit he immediately gets his stuff and starts walking, “No time for sightseeing”, he said, trying to stay focused.

As Preston walks through the city with backpack, he notices a lot of staring, side eyes, weird looks and a bunch of bots taking a different route.

“Well it's going to be hard asking for directions”, thought Preston.

He looks around and sees a random pink robot sitting down just waiting for someone and He thought “screw it”, he walks up to her.

“Excuse me, I need help looking for a building,” he says holding up a peace of paper with the address, just wanting help.

The pink bot takes the paper he is holding and looks at it.

“Are you sure? Someone like you should be going there? I mean I don't even know if you're allowed there,” the pink bot said in an are you sure? voice.

“Well my friend invited me there so yes?”, he says nervous and the pink bot gives him a weird look.

“Is your friend Cybertronians or one of you?” She said it like it was nothing.

Preston tries to act like this isn't getting to him, “yes he Cybertronians”, Preston just wanting help.

The pink bot sighed and gave him directions, Preston then walked all the way there. He hates to admit it but Cybertron is really big place and kind of hard to navigate.

But finally after 2 hours of walking he finally makes it to the building, and it was really big, and looked expensive to live in.

“Now that I think about it, what does Bee do for work?”, he says to himself as he walks in.

And looks around on his left there a big mural there, of the Autobots and Decepticon war, but one thing that sticks out to him is that Bee in the painting right, next to some blue and red bot, who was tall and broad he seemed to be the leader,

But his train of thought was broken when a voice called out to him.

“Excuse me! Why are you here?”.

Preston turned around and saw the receptionist at her desk, looking upset and annoyed and he walked over to her.

“Excuse me I'm sorry but I'm here looking for someone, his name is Bumblebee,” said Preston.

The receptionist looked him up and down, like she didn't seem to believe him.

“Bumblebee? Is your friend,” asked the receptionist, still not believing him at all.

“Yes,” Preston said confidently “short, sweet, yellow, Bumblebee,” she said still not believing it.

“I don't think Bumblebee would associate with your kind,” she said with certainty.

“Excuse me?” Preston said, trying not to sound offended.

Even though he wanted to jump over the counter and punch her in her smug face.

“Ohh whatever that bot makes friends with anyone what's your name clacker?”

she said smugly.

“That's not a slur at all”, he said to himself already knowing she doesn't care if it is.

“Preston Stormer,” he said and she checked her computer.

“Oh yeah, looks like Bee did leave a note saying that you're coming”, she said rummaging through her desk, and pulls out a key card and hands it to him.

“Slight up to the penthouse sir, enjoy,” she said.

She then continues working in her computer and basically shooed him away he didn't argue he left and went into the elevator.

“How the hell can Bee even afford a penthouse?”.

He pressed the button and that goes up to the penthouse once he makes it up there. He walks out into the hallway with only one door. He walked over and goes to know but the door already open so he goes inside

He walks into the living room and it's big with a big couch, TV and there was also a balcony.

“Damn with a big place likes this you sure could throw a bunch of parties” Stormer thought to himself, as he look around lost in thought till someone yells at him.

“Who the frag are you!?”.

When he turns to where the voice is coming from he gets hit with a pillow.

“Ow!! I'm a friend of Bee's Jesus, you Cybertronians are very territorial I swear”

He then looks up and see a tall red and gray Bot holding a glass of what he thinks is what the Cybertronians live off of“energon” they call it.

“Again I ask who are you?”

Before he could answer the bot aimed his missiles at him.

“Woah where's the hospitality jeez, I'm Preston Stormer, one of Bee's friends like I said,” Stormer said with both his hands raised, showing he wasn't dangerous.

“Ooh yeah he did mention some, bot from Almaak was coming, my bad I'm Starscream another friend of Bee, that bot simply makes friends with whatever species he can meet like you, I don't know why he even bothers,” said Starscream.

Stormer put his hands down rolling his eyes.

“First day on Cybertron I'm stuck with this guy”, he says to himself.

[bunysliper]

what do you think would have happened if castle had gotten stuck in the AU?

Hi Anon! I hope you're still out there and that this was meant as a prompt (not that I'm not ashamed of how long it took to answer it if it was) and not just a question/discussion starter. Basically, I kind of wrote what I think the answer would be, so I hope you like this!

Hope Yet

He's ashamed of the disappointment that floods his belly when he wakes in a hospital to a dark-haired version of his daughter. It's not that he's unhappy to see Alexis – any version of her – but he'd hoped that he might wake right where he left, on a dingy floor dodging gunfire with Kate a little bit peeved at him for touching something he shouldn't have. Instead, he's… still here. Still in this world where he has miles to go to repair a relationship with his little girl, his mother still has almost complete control over his house because he'd been a schmuck with his money, and Kate – Kate is apathetic about him at best; miles and miles from loving him.

He'd been so sure he would be going home.

"Hi Daddy," Alexis breathes, stroking his hair off his forehead. "I was so worried."

Rick Castle hopes the grimace can be written off as pain from his injuries. "Hi, 'lexis. Sorry, 'bout that."

He licks his lips, looking around the room for anything that he might be able to drink to get the rough cardboard taste out of his mouth.

Alexis comes through for him once again, holding a small cup with a straw to his lips. "Slow sips. You were intubated and your throat might be sore."

He tries not to gulp it down, savoring the water for a moment before Alexis takes the cup away.

"Do you remember what happened?" she asks, leaning on her elbow beside him. He opens his mouth, but she continues first, "Dad, you were shot. What were you even doing that you would get shot?"

He exhales, feeling the tug of new wounds on his chest. "I was-"

"He was protecting me."

Alexis jolts upright, turning to the door.

Rick would be lying if he said he didn't jump a little as well. If his heart didn't speed up at her voice, husky with emotion and a lack of sleep. He doesn't know this her, but he knows her. At the heart of her, he knows Kate Beckett.

"Would do it all over again," he says, hoping to catch her eyes.

She avoids his gaze, looking at Alexis instead, but he sees her fingers twitch before she clenches her fists and releases them. He knows that move, recognizes it as her taking a moment to ground herself before she gives someone bad news.

"I am so sorry, Ms. Castle. I'm Captain Beckett, with the NYPD. Your father got involved in a case my detectives were working and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He made a call to do something incredibly stupid, but very brave, to save my life."

She turns to him, her eyes bloodshot and tired, but flinty and determined all the same. "I can assure you that he won't be put in that position again. Ever."

Castle swallows hard, wishing he could reach for her as well as the water Alexis had given him a few minutes ago. He gets neither, though, because Beckett takes a step back.

"I'm not staying," Beckett adds, licking her lips. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right, Mr. Castle."

"Rick," he rasps. "Or Castle, if you want. Whatever you want, Beckett."

At his bedside, Alexis rolls her eyes. "Please forgive him, Captain Beckett. He's-"

Kate waves her off. "It's okay. I understand. The painkillers do strange things to everyone."

Still, she offers him a look he should be able to read, given how well he knows her counterpart. It's part-quizzical, part-amused, at least enough to cause her lips to lift at the corners.

"Stay out of trouble from here on out, Mr. Castle. Please?"

 He nods quickly, even as he croaks an impish, "No promises."

Beside him, Alexis rolls her eyes. "I'll keep him in line, Captain. Don't worry."

This time, Beckett does crack a small smile. "I'm sure you will, Ms. Castle. I'm sure you will." She licks her lips, lowering her chin. "I'll leave you to rest."

Rick starts to call her back, to insist she doesn't have to leave and she's as welcome as his child and his mother (who, he supposes must be at work at this point, after all, her show opens in – well, probably now, if he's been out that long), but he can't make the words come. This Kate Beckett doesn't know him, and as much as he wants to believe otherwise, he doesn't know her either. He can't expect her to feel at home with him and his family the way the woman he loves does.

"Thank you for visiting," he says instead. "I'm glad you're okay; that was… that was all I wanted to do."

She hesitates for a moment before dropping her hand to cover his. "I know, Castle. Thank you."

Her touch disappears a moment later and she retreats from his hospital room, leaving him to begin to accept that this might just be the rest of his life.

Just two days later, while Alexis is at home retrieving some of his clothing for him to change into when he's allowed to get cleaned up, she returns with a case file in hand and an annoyed, but somehow fond, look on her face.

"If you're feeling up to it," she starts, licking her lips and shifting her weight on those impossibly high heels of hers, "I wouldn't mind having another pair of eyes to check this out; you and my victim apparently run in the same circles."

Rick Castle moves his hospital bed a little more upright, clasping his hands together and grinning. He tries not to look too eager, of course, since he doesn't want to scare her off when she's coming to him – when she needs, nay wants, his help, but he's all in already.

"I'd be delighted, Captain. Lay it on me."

Beckett hesitates for just a moment before crossing the room and holding out the file to him, perching on his bed at his hip and waiting for him to speed read (less speedy than usual thanks to the meds, but he manages) the casefile and offer his thoughts.

It looks like there's hope yet.

[nowoyas]

vespertine: evening blooms prologue - nishinoya yuu/cat hybrid!reader

Next - M.list - Ao3

A/N: she's here! housekeeping: right now, I hope to update every other wednesday until I've caught a rhythm with this fic, so we're hoping next update will be 10/9. it may come a week sooner, but shouldn't be any later than that--the next chapter is already written, and the ultimate goal is for this fic to update weekly once I've got a more clear plan set in place for it.

Summary: Yuu feels like he's at a dead-end in his life, despite his many accomplishments ranging from a middle school volleyball award to losing his virginity in high school, the proudest of these being befriending the mother cat in the alleyway beside his apartment. She rewards his friendship by introducing him to the dying hybrid behind the dumpsters.

Warnings: blanket series warnings (see vespertine masterlist for details), implied alcohol abuse, light mentions of blood/hospitals

Words: ~3000

prologue: alley cats

Nishinoya Yuu is on the precipice of a mental break, and no one seems to have noticed.

He's not sure anyone would believe him if he bothered to bring it up. He's Yuu, the bright, unrelenting baby of the Nishinoya family and the single best brother his sisters have ever had. (Unrelated, the only brother they've ever had.) He's that Nishinoya, talents ranging from a middle school "best libero" award (the highlight of his life so far, even though he doesn't really play anymore) to finding the wrong time to be at the wrong place and get blamed for shit he had nothing to do with, all because of his kickass hair and inability to keep to himself. He's Yuta, second most popular host at Nakamoto's and soon to be the first, if he keeps up the good work.

It's funny, really, how easy hosting is. He spent all of high school growing used to a reception anywhere from "total disinterest" to "actively making fun of him" if he dared trying to pursue a girl while being only 159 centimeters tall, and here he is, four nights a week, leaning in with bright eyes and nodding along while some beautiful married woman (Misaki, her name is Misaki) tells him he's so cute over a glass of wine. Yeah, he comes back to the apartment most nights totally exhausted, sleeps until noon, is basically forced to drink for work, and has no idea where he's going in life, but what fun is there in knowing that, anyway?

So he leans in. He smiles. When Misaki or one of his other clients comes in for him, he compliments her hair and asks is that a new dress? and flashes a smile, and on his days off, he does what he can to keep the apartment clean enough that Mei doesn't ask questions and forget the taste of alcohol in his mouth.

"Yuta-kun?" Misaki tilts her head with a pout. "What are you thinking about?"

He blinks. Laughs it off. "Sorry, Misaki-chan. You just look so lovely tonight that I keep getting distracted. I'm really lucky that you choose me, you know?"

"Oh, please," she says, a bubbly laugh leaving her lips. "There isn't anyone else for me. You know, the other day, my husband…"

She launches right into another story. He frowns appropriately, files away the details without really processing them, tops off her glass for her when it starts getting low. He's grown skilled at making the mechanical look fluid.

When he tunes back in, she's talking about that damned hybrid, the one her husband brought home and fell in love with. According to her, the single source of every problem in her life: if not for her, her husband would still be interested in her, but instead, he focuses all his attention on a pretty young thing just because she's got doe eyes and a twitchy tail.

"I mean, we have kids! What, am I supposed to tell them their father's sleeping with a deergirl instead of their mother?" she snaps, then sighs. "I'm sorry. You probably don't want to hear about this."

"No, no, tell me. Is Nara still making trouble?"¹

"You wouldn't believe it." She pauses, takes a dramatic sip of her wine glass. "I'll need another bottle tonight if I'm going to get into the stunt she pulled last night. Any recommendations?"

He flashes another toothy smile, reaches for the menu. "Let's take a look."

The night drags on that way—Misaki for two hours, then another regular, then a new customer who blushes and smiles too sweetly to have ever done anything like this before, who looks at him with hearts in her eyes when she names him her preferred host. It's a victory that feels too, too empty, nearly forgotten by the time he's unlocking the door to his apartment and kicking off his shoes, muttering a quiet tadaima! into the room.

No response comes, not that he expected it. Mei left for another business trip this morning, so it's just him here, and she'd be asleep this late, anyway. No one to talk to when he strips off his suit jacket, or tease him for throwing it on the floor, only to immediately pick it back up and gingerly hang it on the coat rack.

He flicks on the lights in the living room, collapses onto the couch. Mei left a note on the whiteboard, enough words to make his head spin with the last vestiges of alcohol in his system. He'd done good tonight, he thinks, managed to get away with only drinking about two glasses' worth of whatever shit his clients had ordered, managed to come home only a little buzzed.

His alcohol tolerance is basically fucked, he thinks as he stares at the note and doesn't comprehend it.

Right. Focus.

Her handwriting, smooth and font-perfect, fills the board.

Yuu! I had to jet out for another trip! I'll be in Hawaii with a client until 9/22. I wasn't able to take the trash down before I left and trash day's tomorrow, so please run that down so it doesn't start to smell! I'll be 19 hours behind you, but just think of me as 5 hours ahead! Please let Mom + the girls know where I'm at and that I'll bring back souvenirs! I'll call when I've touched down. There's leftovers in the fridge and if you're not gonna cook the chicken tomorrow, you should stick it in the freezer. Be good, okay?

PS. The neighbor in 802 was looking for you. I think he wants to hang out next time you're off work!

He groans. Lets his head drop against the back of the couch.

He'll get to it, all of it, in a minute, once he gets changed out of his work clothes and heats up something to snack on. Gone is his button-down, the silver necklace, the too-nice pants and belt. Before he steps into the shower, his reflection catches his eye, and his stomach turns.

He never recognizes himself after work. The stupid one-day hair dye shit he uses to cover his blond streak is convenient—it lets him walk around on his days off with a certain plausible deniability. Misaki or one of his other clients might recognize his face on its own, but given how much they drink with him, it's doubtful. Still, he covers the blond with black on work nights, runs some product through to make it all… swoopy and dreamy, or whatever, instead of the trademark spikes-and-tuft he wears off the clock. It works well, it washes out easy, and it looks fucking nothing like him.

Nothing like him at all.

"The commission's good," he says out loud. "It's good."

He drops the stupid fucking wristwatch a client gave him into the handmade jewelry dish Mei gave him for his "birthday" earlier this year.² The last work thing weighing him down. It doesn't prevent him from feeling the disconnect when he meets his reflection's eyes.

The commission is good. Good enough that it shouldn't matter how long he has to stand under the running water to wash off the shift, the feeling of the alcohol, the cling of twenty women's perfume on his skin, his clothes, in his hair. It shouldn't matter how his nice, expensive, gift-from-Aya watch feels like a cuff on his wrist by the end of the night, or that he can't skip wearing it even one night for risk of losing a client. It's good.

He doesn't need to worry about affording repairs or maintenance for his bike, can go toe-to-toe with Mei for paying the bills, even with her cushy jetsetting consultant job. His clients bring him gifts and spend money just to spend time with him, and none of them are objectionable-looking in the least. Not that he's ever seen a girl he didn't think was at least a little pretty.

He steps out of the shower, slings a loose towel around his waist. His reflection looks a little better now—still clearly exhausted, but at least he can recognize Yuu looking back at him. He finds basketball shorts, a hoodie. His keys and wallet. Throws a burrito in the microwave, throws his towel on top of the hamper.

While his burrito simultaneously over- and under- cooks, ensuring an ideal 3 AM trash-and-cat-run eating experience, he finds a can of cat food in the pantry and dumps it on a plate. He made good money on commission tonight; Mama Kitty can have some of the top-shelf wet food.

One final pat of his pockets as he kicks into some sandals: wallet so he can open the side door after hours, phone, keys, wrapped burrito. Trash bags in one hand, plate of food for Mama Kitty in the other.

She doesn't greet him right away when he makes it outside. Probably, she's tending the kittens and will be with him soon. He sets down the plate on the stoop, flings the trash bag into the dumpster, takes a seat, and waits. She'll probably come out around the time he burns the ever-loving fuck out of his tongue on his burrito.

It's a balmy night. Quiet, for the city. Quieter in contrast to Nakamura's, to obligate conversation, laughter, serenading women with enough money to afford it, or in contrast still to the roar of his motorcycle carrying him back to the apartment. The trains don't run when he gets off work. More small talk at the end of a shift is the last thing he needs. It's too dark in the alleyway to see whether there's clouds in the peek of sky overhead, but there's definitely the sting of rain amid the smell of garbage. It's just bright enough to see Mama Kitty when she hops up on the stoop beside him with a hoarse nyaugh.

He laughs every time he hears it. She meows like a lifelong smoker, like she pulls eighty hour work weeks at the factory and sleeps ten hours a week, tops. Noya takes another bite of his burrito as she watches him expectantly. "Me too, Mama Kitty, me too. Kittens doing okay?"

Mama Kitty doesn't reply. She's tired, too, at three in the morning, but something feels different tonight; it's in the way she doesn't turn to scarf down the food she's brought, the way she stares him down. Ungrateful, he thinks with a quirk of his lips as she eyes his burrito instead.

"You don't want this, sweetheart. It's somehow the hottest thing I've ever eaten and still frozen in the middle. That food you've got there? It's some fancy American brand. Kaede hand-picked it for you. Said it's good for new mothers. Helps them produce enough milk and rebuild their energy so they can take care of the babies. This cat food will change your life, Mama Kitty. You just gotta eat it instead of my dinner."

Her tail flicks at the air, agitated as she lets out another death rattle of a meow. She's insistent, tail flicking even faster.

He raises a challenging eyebrow. "You're not getting my burrito."

Mama Kitty's eyes focus. Her shoulders drop. Sensing that she's about to pounce, he closes his hand over his burrito protectively, letting his keys rest on his lap.

She lunges, instead, for those keys, and, protective as he was of his shitty 100 yen burrito, he doesn't move quick enough to catch her. He lets out a shout, springing to his feet and narrowly snatching his phone out of the air as it slips out of his pocket with the movement.

"Oi, Mama Kitty! If you don't like the new brand, just say so!" he shouts after her as he chases her further down the alley.

He's never really gone this far down. The one time he tried, Mama Kitty had hissed at him something monstrous, sounding close to a horror movie monster and very visibly prepared to make him find out if he dared fuck around any further. That had been after she had her kittens, so he'd always just assumed that she didn't want him near them. No problem, he just wouldn't go past the dumpsters.

This time, she doesn't hiss, doesn't spit; doesn't turn to him with ears pinned and ratty fur fluffed and perfectly replicate the noise the zombies from one of his shooters make. She drops the keys a few meters ahead of the end of the alley, comes to sit just in front of a lump of something he doesn't recognize. He scarfs down the last of his burrito, proud of how easily he manages to fit half a burrito down his throat without choking, and shoves the trash in his hoodie pocket so he can scoop his keys up.

A noise gives him pause.

It's not one of Mama Kitty's—it's too high and not nearly crunchy enough. It doesn't quite sound like a kitten, either—he's caught the kittens' meows once or twice and they're more like squeaky toys, though they've been growing a bit sweeter lately.

No, this was more like a whimper, like a human whimper, and his blood is tinging cold as he looks for the source.

He stuffs his keys in his pocket with the burrito wrapper. It's dark back here, dark enough that Mama Kitty's all but disappeared except for the white in her tabby coat and the reflection of a distant streetlight off her eyes, so he fumbles for his phone's flashlight.

A chorus of the squeaky meows he'd expected to hear raises in protest as the light shines on them. Later, he'll try to remember back and be sure there was four kittens to report to Kaede, but for now, he's focused on the lump they're curled up with, on not dropping his phone as he takes in the sight.

There's the peek of skin, a tangle of hair. What's not visible, as he tries to make sense of what he's half-convinced is a dead body in the alleyway beside his apartment, is draped in hospital gown blue.

Human. A kid, maybe a teenager.

Then: large ears flicking, almost like Mama Kitty's. One ear torn, though where Mama Kitty's left point is jagged from one fight or another, the lump's ear is torn in a way that looks clean, purposeful. Like someone held it down and just snipped the point off.

Another whimper, or maybe a groan. A tail flicks up, wraps over the human-shaped lump's side.

Not human. Hybrid.

"H-hey," Noya says, clearing his throat. It's coated with cheese—fucking burrito—and that's what he'll tell anyone who might ask why he stammers, why his tone comes out sounding so much like fear when that's not a thing he feels. "Are you—are you alright?"

A flick of the ears greets him, but no other movement. He looks to Mama Kitty, who watches him cautiously. No hostility yet. He crouches, reaches for the hybrid, and when his pinkie brushes one of the kittens, he hears a half-hearted hiss from behind.

Message received.

He swallows thickly. "Alright. Help the hybrid, don't touch the babies. Loud and clear, Mama Kitty."

Nyeeaughh.

A soft huff. He shakes the hybrid's shoulder gently—it doesn't react, except for its tail to flick and drape over his forearm. It shivers under his hand, too violently for the weather.

"Hey, c'mon. You gotta wake up."

No response.

He sets the phone aside, tries his best to sit the hybrid upright without too much force or jostling. The good news is that it's light, concerningly light. Clearly a cat hybrid, which, sure, he thinks he remembers they're supposed to be smaller than your average human, but he'd swear that he's slung around toddlers that were heavier. Makes it easy to lift, even as he wonders whether any hybrid is supposed to be this light.

It's awake, he thinks. It looks at him with bleary eyes, pupils constricting harshly when he raises up the flashlight again. "Hey. Can you hear me?"

No response, except to track his lips with its eyes. It occurs to him, belatedly, that some hybrids never learn to talk, and this one might be one of them.

"Can you, like, blink twice at me if you understand me?"

Two blinks.

He exhales a sigh of relief. "Okay. Alright. I don't know what happened to you, but I'm here to help, okay?"

The hybrid's eyes flick to Mama Kitty, and for a split second, Noya swears she nods back.

The hybrid nods in reply.

"Are you hurt? Can you show me where you're hurt?"

It glances down. Noya follows the eyes to the pricks of red beginning to seep into and stain the hospital blue covering its abdomen, and… well, fuck.

He's gonna have to call Kaede for this one.

Footnotes

1. Nara is a deer hybrid, "adopted" from the Nara prefecture itself. Misaki's husband is not very creative with names.

2. Noya, mostly on Mei's insistence, tells clients his birthday is April 10th, six months before his actual birthday. He maintains it half for privacy (if a client tracks him down they're likely to cause issues for Mei, too) and half because it's sort of nice to have a half-year birthday.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"ANYTHING WORTH SEEING, SISTER?"

No soy creyente, pero para él, soy lo que él quiera que sea.

I hope you like the story!

Sister Megan hurried through the halls of her home with the pages of the newspaper in her hand. Before each publication, Father Charlie had asked her to bring him each and every article so that he could review them before they came to light.

At first, the city police did not look kindly on the fact that a nun, a daughter of God and sanctified in her faith, would write in a gruesome manner about the supposedly ritual murders that were taking place in those days.

Father Charlie was morbidly curious about everything related to murder and death, which is why he felt a strong connection with Sister Megan from the first moment.

Charlie was not a conventional priest. According to him, as he had explained to the bishop and the mother superior at the meeting last month, if they did not do something to modernize the church in some way, it would end up dying. Of course, none of them were interested in that happening, given the amount of money that thanks to the parishioners they put in their pockets at the end of each month.

So they decided to listen to Charlie. That's how he ended up giving online classes of what he called "Christian spinning." Basically it consisted of videos of him riding an electric bicycle pedaling while Christian music played in the background. From time to time he recited a psalm from the Bible.

Megan knew she was in the middle of class when she heard the sound of the bicycle pedals. Instead of leaving, she chose to hide behind the corner of the door, so that he wouldn't see her. Her gaze shifted to his strong back.

Well, to tell the truth, she didn't know where to look first.

His chest was covered by a red tank top, which made his back look more powerful and muscular than usual. Her hands gripped tightly on either side of the handlebars, making the veins on them stand out even more against her skin.

"You're saving your souls with every pedal stroke," she assured, pushing her hair back with her hand. "Come on!" she encouraged, exhaling air through her mouth before inhaling again through her nose.

Megan knew she shouldn't be looking at him like that. It was wrong and she knew it, but she couldn't stop looking. Father Charlie was like a drug she was addicted to.

She felt a strong pressure between her legs when she saw how several drops of sweat slid down his broad back to get lost under the waistband of his shorts. Lost in her thoughts as she was, she didn't realize that her class had ended. She stopped the recording, and before he turned around and caught her red-handed, she got out of there as fast as her short legs would allow.

She came back a while later hoping he could give the article his thumbs up. She walked into the bathroom, where the steam from the shower was rising. She stood in front of the door, just as he was putting on his towel with his back to her. Of course he knew she was there. He tilted his head to look at her, before cracking a lopsided smile.

"I'm sorry, father," she murmured, putting the article over her eyes shyly, before handing it to him without looking at him. "I just wanted you to look over today's article."

He nodded and took it. She took a couple of steps absentmindedly as she read it before announcing her verdict.

-No -he whispered- I don't approve

-It is what it is- she answered quietly-

-We can't publish a story that says the police are blocked and that because of that they have no new leads, it's… -he thought of a way to describe it as his gaze connected with hers through the mirror- boring -he paused- mediocre -he added under her attentive gaze-

He handed her the paper again before turning to the mirror to comb his hair.

-Hey, I'm sorry -he said- I know you know that I think you're a talented writer -he explained- but this seems like you want to keep a low profile, perhaps -he explained- I think we can expect more from your journalistic efforts than that, because… -he laughed, waving his hands in the air in front of him- sorry, but where's the bloodbath? The fear? because it's not in that story

He stepped away from the sink and left the brush on the counter. He slowly turned to her, looking at her with feigned calm. Megan had never felt a gaze reflecting so many indeterminate things on her.

He approached her so that he was in front of her, so close that she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead he said:

"Don't worry," he whispered before bringing his lips to her ear. "It's all part of the process," he said with a hoarse voice. "The wait," he added before starting to walk down the hall. "You're very observant," he said as he walked. "That's what makes you such a good journalist." He put his hand on the wall for a few seconds to look at her. "You like to observe."

The way he said it made her legs tremble, among other things.

Megan managed to come out of her lethargy a few moments later to follow his steps.

"Maybe I'm stuck," she murmured hastily. "Maybe I need to try harder," she said. "You're right, there's always something worth seeing," she claimed, "if you look close enough."

"You were watching me," she pointed at her with her head, "earlier in the training room." She took the ring off her finger and left it on a small wooden cabinet in the hallway. Megan followed the movement with her eyes. "Anything worth seeing?"

-It was… -she swallowed hard thinking of the right words- the exaltation of the glory of God through physical progress- she explained sitting down in one of the chairs, he did the same in the one in front of her, separated by a few meters-

-It has become a kind of secondary job- he intervened with an amused smile- the Pedaling Priest -he let out a hoarse laugh- I could become a trainer, set up my own academy

Megan preferred to save herself the comment that it was what she could set up.

And it was not exactly a fucking spinning academy.

-Some of the older Bishops ridicule all kinds of excessive exercise as a form of Vanity -he nodded, looking at her for a few moments- they see it as a way of worshipping oneself -he whispered- a sin of the flesh, I think…

-"Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you?"-Megan recited- "Therefore, honor God with your bodies"

-Yes -he whispered- exactly

Father Charlie's gaze fell on hers intensely. He rose from his chair to close the door that connected to the other part of the hallway, leaving them both completely alone and isolated.

Megan's gaze followed his movements, until he slowly returned to stand in front of her.

-They're talking about this right now in the Vatican, he said, - they've convened an Ecumenical Council to negotiate a radical change that would completely ruin all the archaic interpretations that figure in the scriptures concerning sex and lifestyle.

-And perhaps, possibly… - he whispered, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger so that she would look up at him - potentially - he murmured, strengthening his grip - celibacy for those who belong to the clergy.

-Oh - Megan stammered - that's hard to imagine.

-Do you think so? -she whispered, tangling her fingers in the gold chain with the cross she wore around her neck- the parishioners are losing faith -she said, beginning to unbutton the buttons of her novice vest with exasperating slowness- and young people are not being called to serve in the way it was done before

-Mhm -she murmured, trying to pay attention to what she was saying despite the situation-

-The Church is dying, and both the Bishops and the Pope know it- she said, finishing unbuttoning the last button, drawing a sigh from Megan's lips- change is coming

Silence took over the room, Megan's gaze then shifted to the towel that covered her and she removed it with a quick movement. She observed him for a few moments before raising her gaze to his dark eyes.

-It is still a sin -she said firmly-

He crouched down until he was at her height. He took her hand in his and kissed the inside of her wrist, where her pulse was beating fast.

"We are…" he began as she rose from the chair to be at his height.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around, as if they were dancing.

"And we will always be," he continued, resting his hands on her shoulders, pushing her against the wall.

"Sinners," she finished in a sigh that resembled a low moan.

"So, fuck it," he murmured, removing her vest and unbuttoning the buttons on her white blouse.

He bent down to kiss her neck, making her tilt her neck to give him better access. His lips left soft kisses from her collarbone to the area where her pulse was beating on the side of her neck. Then he moved down to the area above her breasts, leaving increasingly messy kisses and the occasional bite that made her squirm against him.

She tried to put her arms around his back, to feel his flexed muscles. But he wouldn't let her. He gently took her arms and separated them, leaving one on each side of her head, so that she was open for him.

Megan realized then that she hadn't kissed him on the lips. How was it possible that she was so excited then? She decided not to think about it anymore and focus on him. His hungry gaze lowered to her skirt for a few moments. He lifted her by the hips to sit her on the desk. He slid his hand inside her and pulled her panties off.

Megan felt the cold, smooth surface of the wood behind her at the bottom of her legs.

A moan escaped her lips as he entered her without warning. She dug her nails into his back, while he continued to thrust hard into her. The desk resonated with each one.

It was then that Megan felt the presence of God closer than ever before.

[lemonisntreal]

Do you have a Tone Deaf version of Clay Calloway?

(Perfectly fine if you don't. I was just curious, plus I love all your redesigns) 🦁🎸

SORRY THIS TOOK FUCKING FOREVER LMAO [been sitting in my inbox since FEBRUARY THIRTEENTH, HOLY SHIT :D]. YEAH, here he is :pppp a solid draft for you

Lowkey [highkey] gave up on the clothing wrinkles on the arms, but I still like how it turned out I think. I don't have much on him in terms of rewrite, but I do have some, so I'll dump it all here under the cut.

I swear I love asks, please feel free to say/ask whatever, I'm just horrible at answering in a reasonable time-frame because I always want to make it this beautiful masterpiece and end up turning all of them into full-on posts- or, at least I want to ~_~

Headcanonssss-

Ash gave him that button off her jacket [probably needs to be resized I'm realizing lol] [also I totally adopted this headcanon from someone elses post- might've been yours. Whoever came up with it I love it <3]

Born during the reformation that happened after the war- basically, nobody was really fighting anymore during this time, but some big people in power were still being stupid [aka: not letting their prisoners go]

So that would be somewhere around 1947? Which would put his age at 61 in my universe [which is in 2008- the times are pretty much random, nothing really lines up irl. Ignore how they use tech and other things that shouldn't have been invented yet lol]

He grew up when the Skunk Dolls were new and popular and stuff. And he loved them- so much that the band actually kinda inspired his music career

[Skunk Dolls also made loads of protest songs btw. War stuff]

Takes a ridiculous amount of care with his mane, and if he lets you touch it, that's a true sign of trust

So the Piglets always like to play with it, and Ash has given him braids a few times

He's had that scruffy red jacket since his early days

I should draw patches on it-

Ash probably'll give him a quill or two to put in it too with all the patches and repair stitches

He wears a lot of plaid, I just didn't wanna draw it <3

Rough and torn up clothes too

Everything he owns has some sort of smudge or tear in it from motorbiking and/or just being himself <3

His ears are pierced in almost every way imaginable, and when Ash found out, she went CRAZY

Cue her getting him to try on a bunch of stuff

He likes wrought iron jewelry and has never been a fan of anything with gemstones in it

Buster is terrified of him, but Clay is just kinda a blunt person and it doesn't mix well with Buster sometimes. They get along eventually tho. There was also some really bad timing with the circumstances of how they even met in the first place too lol-

Johnny is also. Super terrified.

Buster and him are like "Ahhh.... that guy scares the living daylights out of me." "Ohh, thank god it's not just me-"

He has a strange out-of-pocket interest in astrology.

And in herbology and plants in general, but he picked that up from Ruby. Astrology was all his, and it is the one thing he will "nerd out" over

Also the kind of guy to make fun of you for nerding out too

Making fun of people is his love language

So is giving people food

He's not great with his words and can find it hard to express love by just telling someone. Back to the bluntness thing, you can often find him accidentally offending someone and he doesn't even realize it

The troupe very quickly learned this and it's more of an endearing trait of his to them [and to most people who know him]

REALLY good cook. Fantastic, in fact. Probably one of the best chefs out of any of the characters.

Learned the hard way that enlisting Buster's help in the kitchen is a bad idea. Also Ash isn't great either, but he actually tries to teach her some of his recipes. And she's quickly improving

Buster was just being an idiot and forgot you shouldn't microwave tinfoil

Clay travels a lot, but spends most of his time in Calatonia [he technically still lives at his and Ruby's house, but he's super scared of accidentally closing himself off again, so he only visits to check up on the flowers and maintain the property pretty much]

He's like Ash's second [and very cool] dad. Which- also intimidates Buster quite a bit :D

I feel like their dynamic could be a sitcom. Clay is Ash's awesome dad and Buster is Ash's lame [endearing] and oddly unhinged and anxious dad who feels like he has to be as cool as Clay [and always fails heehee]

Clay is more entertained by Buster's ridiculous criminal record than horrified and I don't know if that's worrying or just a classic Calloway W

He's a very nonchalant person

Ruby's death is the only time I can really think he had a legitimate emotional break that wasn't just him being snappy [which is also pretty rare]

Clay's also like an uncle to the Piglets

He's kinda just taken up the role of "super awesome miscellaneous family member" for everyone at this point

He's back performing again after Sing 2- just not frequently or putting out any new songs [on his own at least- he might do a collaboration or two with Ash]

[mrssimply]

Hi!

Sorry to brother you with one of your old cyberpunk 2077 works, but I've been tortured by "what if" scenario. What if it was Kerry who died in "Until we meet again" world?

HELLO!

First of all, you're not bothering me AT ALL, I'm super happy you want to talk about that fiction. I've said it before, but I'll say it again, Until we Meet Again has a very special place in my heart, because it's not only a work I'm proud of, it was also a friendship adventure!

But back on topic.

I really never thought about it before seeing your ask, and it really threw me in a loop. I really came up blank at first, like it was just impossible.

Also, a funny thing is that @koda-shoulda-woulda-but-didnt and I were talking about a similar scenario he had for a story a few weeks before your ask, so my first move was to send him that with "maybe you should answer it xD".

No that I've thought about it a little bit more (sorry for the delay), here is what I can say.

[Spoiler for the fic, obviously, so I put everything under the cut just in case]

What makes the situation in the original fic particularly tragic, is that V is the cog that finally makes it work between Johnny and Kerry. Him dying also means the end of that (which is why Johnny end up nearly killing Kerry out of grief). Any other member of the trouple dying would've been a better outcome (I know it sounds harsh like that) simply because V is the only one in that trio who know how to articulate emotions and deal with them. The other two are too emotionally immature to get by by themselves. They deal with grief by turning it into violence against themselves, against each other, against the world.

V being alive means he would've been here to help Johnny through his grief. I think in that case, despite the process still being pretty violent, Johnny would've come out better and more balanced. I think he might have taken a bigger leadership role into the revolution (in the fic, people think he and Kerry are the leaders but it's actually Rogue who is doing all the work, they're just here to fight and kill people and then they basically disapear, you won't even see them at the debrief). V being here to help him through the process would've had a similar result than what we see in game, he would be more tempered and less angry, he would try to do something positive for the world. But I also think he would become particularly paranoid about V coming to harm, so he would constantly be trying to stop him from going on dangerous jobs, and they would fight a lot about how, since V is the leader of their revolution, he shouldn't be on the field so much, he should send Johnny, Johnny is there for that, it doesn't matter if Johnny dies (You can imagine V's reaction to that particular argument).

Helping Johnny through his grief also means V doesn't have a lot of room to deal with his. V dealing with his grief would be pretty much invisible anyway, he would deal with it inwardly and silently. His mother would help him deal with it, but she would be the only one he would let in. I think it might even lead people to wonder if he was really attached to Kerry, if he seems to be doing so fine just a few months after. The truth is, he would probably be so worried and focused on Johnny he would "forget" to deal with his own emotions, and it would backfire at some point, probably months or even years later. The moment Johnny would show the first signs of being able to walk on his own, V would probably crumble, and he would totally try to hide it from Johnny, from fear it would worry him. Grief would make V close up on himself more, he would be really exhausted from it. He wouldn't grow cold, quiet the contrary, he would throw himself at the grief of others, help them through it because it's the only way he knows how to deal with his. But he would certainly become more... mysterious?

They would have that relationship where they try to protect the other so much they end up hurting themselves and the other. It would drive Rogue mad because they end up making decisions to try to protect the other from harm instead of beeing rational and seeing the big picture. She would totally learn how to play on that anyway because she ain't the Queen of Darnkess for nothing <3.

But I think in the end, he and Johnny would've broken up, probably in a weird way where they just drift silently appart, and don't talk about it and one day Johnny takes his stuff and moves out and V doesn't say anything about it so he thinks that's it, that's what he wanted. They both think that the other left because being together hurt too much. And they would be those weird exes that clearly still love each other, get jealous when the other is seeing someone else (but I'm not sure V would ever have any other relationship, but Johnny would absolutely have a string of meaningless flings he would parade in front of V just to get a reaction, and be disapointed when V seemingly doesn't care). Contrary to Johnny and Kerry in the original fic, they would'nt sleep with each other anymore (V's rule).

Now, another point is also how Kerry ended up on that mission, and I think it's pretty easy. He nearly did in the original fic, actually. The moment they get on the chopper, he regrets not going with them so it's easy to imagine he would decide to go at the last moment. I really think he had his gear ready, but he hid it from Johnny and V because he lept hesitating to go. He really wanted to get out of merc life, go back to music, but at the same time the mission looked pretty dangerous and he needed to be with them. During the mission, Johnny and he would fall back on their habit from the war, so Kerry would follow him in his mad taunting of Smasher, and Kerry would take the hits instead of Johnny. Also, V would totally be haunted by the idea he could've lost both, since they were standing so close. For a moment, he thought they were both dead, since Johnny still took some bullets too.

As for Kerry being brought back to life as a clone, Arasaka would follow basically the same idea as in the original fic. I just think it would work even less because Kerry is a LOT more feral than V, so he would've made a pretty bad bodyguard xD. So instead of that, they would've turned him into a starlet like the Us Crack. Getting him on stage and singing in front of thousands would've been the only way to keep him somewhat in line, and that way he also brought them money. His stage persona would be wearing a mask or a helmet to prevent people from reognize him. He would be a pop star, but couldn't help but lean into rock, and fight his creative team to push for more gritty sounds, like this band, Samurai? And the team would be like "oh no, Kerry-san, Samurai is super bad, lets focus on your collab with Us Cracks?" (he would've totally been working on a hard rock cover of their collab song with the girls in secret).

That's how Johnny and V finds him: they are to meet with Yorinobu in secret during the concert to get the relic, but Saburo learns about it, comes to the concert, cue chaos happens (everyone survives, including Jackie who was part of the team on site, of course). In the mayhem, V and Johnny end up fighting off Arasaka guards on stage, and by some Divine Intervention on the author's part, Kerry's helmet gets thrown off his face.

I think the key difference in that story would be that... Kerry was sorta happier in his rebirth as a clone: he gets to be on stage, to sing, be heard and admired, it's bascally what he wanted. He also gets pampered from the starts (since they're observing the long term consequences of cloning and using the relic, he's basically a diva), so he wouldn't know any of the hardships he knew in his past life. Sure, he gets the same feeling of missing a vital part of himself, but it just makes him a better musician, and he probably thought it was part of being born to create music.

Meeting Johnny and V is first a rush of joy when part of himself recognize his soulmates, but the more he learns about them, about who their are, what they're doing, and who he was before... The less enthusiastic he is about it. Johnny of course doesn't react well to that (what a surprise), because it's such a slap in the face to have Kerry reject and critisize the life he had, saying he was pretty much miserable from what they're telling him, and that he doesn't want it. Seeing his best friend, the one that was here from the begining, that saved him time and time again, dismiss their time in the war, their struggles, and their causes, being such a fucking bitch, he would hate it.

V, ever the respectful baby that he is, tries to give Kerry space, understand his perspective etc etc. But at the same time, the grief he burried deep inside of him is coming full force, and he's going to have to face it now. Kerry is actually a lot more interested by that, by this mad who seems so fucking sad, who has such pretty puppy eyes, and who treats him like he's divine, and yet it's so different from the worship he gets from fans. Kerry would actually want to make him feel better, because when he looks at V, he just wants to hold the man and cry.

Kerry and Johnny would probably reconcile through music (very original, I know), when Johnny discovers the cover Kerry and the Us Cracks were working on. It sounds like a Samurai song, and the lyrics that sounded so bland over a pop song actually resonate a lot more with heavy riffs behind. Suddenly, it's a revolutionary song.

The rest of the fic's events would probably happen the same way. I think Kerry would've about the same struggles to reconcile who is and what he was. Also, I imagine the conversation with Alt would be enlighning like "Oh yeah, Johnny loved me but even I wasn't such a fool I couldn't see he loved you more and was just afraid that saying it out loud would curse it and you would be taken away from him, and hey, look, he was right! Now, kiss your doppleganger so I can get back to destrying Mikoshi".

I think the story would end on V finally crying, finally talking about his own grief, finally being conforted by Johnny and Kerry.

There. I aswered. It was a wild ride actually, and a very interesting exercise. Thank you so, so much anon for asking about it. Allowing an author to talk about their stories is the best gift you can give them, and me in that occurence!!!

So really, thank you so much, whoever you are <3

[skylarbee]

After seeing a post where it said that Miles no longer posted photos of him and Alex, I thought the same thing, they never appear together again, whether on Miles' IG or elsewhere, even if they are at the same party etc... Just a little hasty hug on stage and that's it. It seems like there is a fortress that has been built around Alex, (or that he himself built) As if they should no longer be seen together. This is why I am more and more skeptical about the possibility of a TLSP3, as if they had gone "too far" (and I'm not just talking about "milex") that saddens me, in done there I need to be reassured haha! Sorry for this rambling but I really appreciate your point of view and your analyzes ;)

first of all, thank you anon for your kind words, i really appreciate them!! <3 and don't worry about ramblings as you must know that it's all i do when answering an ask and it's what i'm gonna do now 😂

yeah, it is is saddening (and sometimes concerning) that we basically never see them together nowadays, but i think that if they were actually trying their hardest to hide then we wouldn't have spotted them at the scott walker tribute concert for example, or at that party or whatever where miles is in the background (where they both knew they could be photographed together at any time), or miles wouldn't have said many times that alex goes over to his place or they have dinner and such, or alex wouldn't have asked miles to support them in ireland (and the fact that these were the last shows... of course he wanted to end it with a bang -this could be interpreted in more ways than one-), etc. i thought that the hug in london was very very sweet and so intimate, and even the one in ireland in the dark was cute (the lack of sntm was weird), not to mention alex singing to and pointing at miles so unashamedly (c'mon, he must've known people would figure it out but didn't care). zackery's wedding was a weird one as they were seated apart from each other, but there is no way that they didn't talk to each other - there just isn't any evidence.

i know there are people who say that this is done deliberately by alex's pr team and because they saw the effects of the eycte tour and don't want people to start going crazy over them and ignore louise in the meantime and get the rumours starting about his sexuality... i'm not sure whether to believe this or not. it seems a bit too far-fetched, but who knows 🤷‍♀️ i wouldn't be too surprised it was at least a little true.

speaking of evidence, we know how hard louise tries to show off and exploits her boyfriend and how silly it all looks in the end... to me, miles not posting about alex just means that what they have is reserved for them and them only. the pictures miles has in his phone with/of alex are just theirs, their memories are just theirs, whenever they hang out and the moments they share are just theirs - and this is so important. love, in whatever form, shouldn't be used as a tool to make others jealous or to post in order to gain likes or get people talking - it should be something more private, more precious, something to share between the two of you that is yours only - this should be enough for happiness. maybe after eycte and the fans' reactions they decided to keep their relationship and their private life a little more private. besides, it was always the girlfriends that posted alex a lot and not miles, and i'm not sure he wasn't too big of a fan of that, given... well, everything we know about him, and this interview from 2016:

Like Chung, Bagley has been known to post a lot of pictures of herself looking impossibly attractive on Instagram. There she is posing with her dog, posing naked in the bath … but never, as far as I can tell, posing with Turner. Is that because he’d rather not be there? “I don’t recall submitting that request, but I’m not sorry about it if I’m not on there.”

i think that miles is just simply respecting what he knows about alex and his dislike of social media, and he knows that posting photos with alex would only result in getting more likes than usual and people saying that he's profiting off of his fame. alex and their relationship means more to him than a few likes and reposts.