#kudo parents approved

[heyshinichiran]

[twig-tea]

The Fragrance You Inherit Remained Gentle and Kind

The Fragrance You Inherit was such a gentle and kind show. I loved so many things about it: The performances, the music, the colouring, the pining, and above all, the kindness. I've said before and I will repeat: this is a show about good people who love each other doing their best to be kind to one another, and it was a pleasure to watch. Run don't walk to Siiri's blog @isaksbestpillow to download the show with her subs. Spoilers for the finale to follow.

The interpersonal relationships were the star of this show: The mother/son relationship between Toki and Sakura, Sakura's friendship with On-chan, Toki and Kanae's budding romance and learning what it means to be in a relationship together, Sakura and Mone as reunited old friends and how they immediately regress into giggle-fits in each other's presence, Kanae and her father and how Hoshii-sempai remained a lovable and supportive dork through the whole series, Sakura and her own mother, and even Toki and On-chan and the loving uncle/nephew-like relationship they build...all of them were perfect, loving, and sweet. And the relationship parallels were used well to move things forward--Mone sees the parallel between herself and Sakura in the past with Toki and Kanae in the present; Mone draws from her relationship with Toki to understand her relationship with her own mother better; and Toki draws from his experience with Kanae to understand his mother better (and vice versa, he draws from his mother's relationship to understand his own better too).

I said after ep 1 that my expectations for this show were that we would get closure for Sakura and we did, in a series of beautiful scenes. I love how the series is bookended by two very different weddings that Sakura attends with very different emotions, and how much support Sakura has around moving on and seeking happiness for herself. Though we didn't see the scene, we got enough of Toki and Kanae's relationship that I believe that Kanae also knows about Sakura by the end of ep8, and her giving Sakura the flowers is tacit approval for Sakura to go out and date (a woman).

In addition to the confession scene, I absolutely loved Sakura's coming out scene with her mother; the way this was done to underscore the importance of a child's happiness to their parent was well done and was a good message to send. Generally the message about coming out in this show was that it is not something you owe anyone but is a gift you give the people you love so that they know you better and as a benefit, by knowing more about you, their world expands. I liked this message.

I had also said in the same post-ep1 post that this show seemed gearing up for a teenage boy meltdown, but I did not predict how sweet and loving this meltdown would be. Toki is the most thoughtful and caring teenage boy of all time. The scene with him and his mother on the phone in episode 7 made me cry so much! I really appreciated that the show was clear that Toki had absolutely no reason to ever doubt that he was loved by his mother, but that the evidence of his life and their history was not enough to break through the teenage melodrama when it hit, and he needed to hear it from her directly. I have to stop and give kudos to Sakura's actor Hoshino Mari, who did a phenomenal job. I felt her desperation and concern for her child so strongly, as well as her relief.

While I'm giving shout-outs, I also need to shout out Takeda Kouhei, who was perfect as the sardonic and empathetic gay bestie On-chan. I was so happy to see him every time he appeared, he always gave excellent advice, and his presence was so soothing.

And while Toki and Sakura were the core of the show, I really appreciated that all of the characters felt like they had their own motivations and drivers. It would have been easy to have made Kanae one-dimensional or without agency, or to have made Hoshii-sempai a distant or unsupportive father, or Mone the passive recipient of Sakura's feelings. But the show balanced all of these characters as distinct people who each had their own perspective.

Thank you again to Siiri for subbing this series and making it available for all of us to watch; this was another gift of a show. And thanks to the giffers who giffed this show, especially @easterndelights !

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP #18

You want a taste of my brain? Okay, it's yours anyway.

Imagine dis…

This time I get inspiration from an A03 fic, and some of its parts just stuck with me and now I’m writing about it, if some of you want to read it go for it. If you are asking for the name don’t ask, I am not going to sell my soul to the devil to find it in my ever-growing history. If you do manage to find it, kudos to them.

TELL ME I AM GETTING DESPERATE OVER HERE

Credits to them as well. Also, as you’ve noticed I decided to post less, now it is due to a good old lack of inspiration. So, don’t go getting your hopes up on this one.

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Ever since Danny Phantom had become the Ghost King he repeatedly entered the reincarnation cycle willingly to retain his morals when he was human. He still retained his ability to stay in the middle of life and death. But when he as the High King of the Infinite Realms gained immortality he found himself losing his ideals and values, he began forgetting. With Clockwork’s insistence, every few hundred years he would become human to experience a lifetime. Sometimes he would go another round in the same dimension, but only when he needed to finish an unfinished business.

Sometimes he is lucky sometimes he is not.

Sometimes he would be born into a loving family with either as the only child or him having siblings. He has experienced the life of royalty as the heir prince. He experienced the life of a knight who was known for his skills with the sword. He was born into a normal family which made him second guesses his every choice due to his lack of normality in his life. He was also born into some wild dimensions that of which could look like it came from a book. From wizards and sci-fi worlds, he never had the time to sit and be an extra.

But there were also times he was born far too unlucky. 

He was born in a salve ridden society, a parent who were core members of a rebellion so when his current parents died, he was expected to be like his parents. Born in a society where the rich trample the poor and he was forced into early child labor as expected in society to work at a very young age. Born where he and the people around him had never seen peace in a war-consumed country, a war that separated his family from each other not knowing whether one is alive or not, leaving only him and his siblings to stay alive. Being abandoned by a pair of druggies for his parents left alone inside a dumpster and died in the middle of the night, looking through the dimension he saw that some homeless people found his body and reported it to the authorities leaving his parents in jail while some prisoners seem to leave them at the near bottom of the hierarchy in prison.

…

It seems this time he was born in an assassin cult this time he wasn’t alone. A twin, an older sibling that was with him in the womb and both came into the world together. The moment he laid his eyes on his grandfather he can already tell that he is a major fruit loop from the way he both look at both of them. 

His name is too formal for his liking, Dylan Al Ghul, he already convinced Damian to call him Danny when it was just the two of them. Danny tries to downplay his abilities both ghost and human seeing that his grandfather is too power-hungry to the point of misusing ectoplasm that is corrupted but still ectoplasm to achieve some sort of immortality, he tried to give Damian a childhood in the form of showing him the stars whenever he could sneak him outside. He saw the absolute worship and awe Damian would give to their mother and their grandfather whenever they visit or supervised their training, Danny didn’t care for their approval nor their presence but seeing his brother seem to at awe and do anything to please the two made his heart shatter, his older brother never needed to prove anyone something.

Danny has repeatedly shown his disdain for the two most powerful people in the organization yet it is a miracle he still lives. It is because he is a spare, a spare yes not the heir but a useful spare one, twins one who specialized in stealth and espionage a twin who is a perfect copy of Damian aside from his eyes mirroring their supposed father. Both Talia and Ra seem to make it their life mission to drill his only purpose in his head, it may have never worked due to his adult mind but he pretended it would be as to not raise any suspicion.

…

The day Deathstroke attacked not only he dared to kill the demon head but also choose to kill the chosen heir, by removing an eye and some of his organs as a form of slow torture but also killing him as he made the organs unable to go back to their owner’s body.

Danny couldn’t look away from his bloodied brother, Talia slowly approached him from behind and put her hands on his shoulder, and whispered some honeyed words on how his role as the spare will be fulfilled at a much earlier date and promptly injected with a sleeping drug.

…

Danny was already awake when he noticed the cold metal bed behind him the lack of clothes as well the number of doctors seemingly in a rush to prepare for a last-minute surgery. He saw the unconscious form of Damian on the other side and suddenly heard the loud ticking noise of a grandfather’s clock. 

It seems that it was meant to be, Danny thought as an image of Clockwork flashed in his mind. 

He fell back asleep knowing that Damian lost an eye, kidney, a lung, some ribs as well an ungodly amount of blood, possibly more. Danny knew that this vessel of his wouldn’t survive at the sheer need and he already felt that he would not leave the room alive. So, he took one last peek at the sleeping Damian and promptly closed his eyes, the moment he opened his eyes once again he was back in his chambers in the Infinite Realms clutching his left eye in his face whilst looking at the mirror as he felt his eye be the first one to be removed.

It seems this time he died months before he and his brother celebrated their 10th birthday.

…

Damian woke up with a pounding headache being the assassin he is he immediately looked around seeing that his last memory is being tortured by Deathstroke.

He immediately took notice of his loose clothing and tried to walk towards the door but his knees immediately gave out. As he tries to gain his bearings, he noticed a scar right in the middle of his chest, it couldn’t be from the time when he was captured by Deathstroke as he noticed that this scar is too clean, too sterilized as if someone had just come out of a surgery type of scar. As he tries to loosen his shirt to take a better look at his scar when he noticed a mirror facing his way and noticed his eyes, instead of his usual pair of emerald eyes he was greeted with an emerald eye of his own and his brother’s icy blue eye in his left eye.

Damian remembered that Deathstroke took out his eye, as according to him it reminded him of the Demon head, and decided to promptly pull it out with his bare hands. 

Dread began to fill his very being and tried to go and look for his brother but deep down he already knew what happened to him after all, he is the heir while his brother his beloved younger brother is just a spare.

…

When Damian had met his father’s wards most of them commented on his heterochromia eyes and promptly greeted back with his sword in their faces.

The rest grumbled that Damian couldn’t take a tease or two, but immediately chased the demon brat as he chases each and one of them with the intent to kill.

Damian couldn’t tell them; another son was hidden from Bruce. Another son he had failed, another son who died before they could even meet him.

From the first few interactions he had with his father when he first met him, he knew where his brother’s bleeding heart came from.

Sometimes he could still see him, Dyl- no Danny, every time he looks in the mirror. The constant reminder that his brother was seen by the league as nothing but a spare. Whatever love he had for his mother disappeared the moment he laid his sight at his brother’s eye embedded in his supposed empty eye socket. 

The constant reminder that shows every time he looks at the mirror and the scar in the middle of his chest, Danny’s organs that were used on him to ensure his survival while Danny was left behind.

…

He was 14 years old when he went wide-eyed at the stranger across him and his brothers in a heavily populated area.

A teen looks exactly like him with a medical eyepatch on his left eye as he sits in a wheelchair chatting idly with an older man.

Damian heavily thought of a clone, did Talia, not mother never mother, make another clone after him after weeks of silence?

Damian still remembered the first time he encountered a clone with blue eyes, his running theory is that due to his new organs have bonded with him thus creating a batch of clones with blue eyes. Timothy had spoken up that since babies have a 50/50 chance of inheriting the colored eyes of either parent made a new branch of clones. 

Damian was already planning on disposing of the supposed clone when the said clone suddenly laughed exposing his neck that have a feign white line across indicating a scar. But that scar made Damian double guess, all clones he encountered are scarred free thus leaving him to have no trouble disposing of each and one of them but the existence of the scar he barely caught is something both brothers swore secrecy to it.

The laugh oh god, his laugh, only his brother laughs like that, Damian thought mournfully.

As he tries to look the other way, he suddenly faced the same doctor who was the assistant doctor that foresees his surgery years ago. He may have distanced himself from the League after he had fulfilled his debt but it was no mistaking that it was the same doctor that operated him that time.

A chemist they said, an insufficient man who is more cowardly than any other man yet his talent in poisons made him quite a gem in the League.

A clone who had broke out of their collective mind control? Possible, but why this clone? What made this look alike so special that this man dared to leave the League?

…

Robin began to follow the two, the other bats thought that he had a new case on his lap that requires recon. They didn’t question Robin’s new behavior as they have seen him do the same actions when he landed himself a case or when he was following a lead. Yet they couldn’t shake the feeling that something is not right, whether it is the fact that Robin refused any assistance or just the fact they have no idea what kind of case Robin is working on.

They should have listened to their guts then maybe they wouldn’t be surprised at the bat screen, showing a maternal and paternal match to a picture of a blue-eyed black-haired kid with a medical eyepatch on his left eye looking like Damian in a good day.

…

Danny was doing some paperwork when a flying thought passed by him about his last reincarnation. All memories from his adventures when he got reincarnated are usually put behind the back of his hand yet worries about the well-being of his brother made him distracted, and kept close a special one-way mirror to monitor his baby brother.

Danny felt nostalgic at the family drama and chaos that he can’t help but cackle at each interaction Damian has with their father’s adopted children and wards. He found himself majorly of his time watching for hours and hours, he can’t help but wish he was there. As if he was summoned Clockwork appeared in front of him and told him to go back, which confuses Danny since it was Clockwork who implemented that he cannot go back to the same dimension/ world if his body is too far gone to be revived by him, yet Clockwork told him to give someone named Alfred his regards and vanished. Looking bewildered at his mentor/ grandfather he tried to sense his vessel with little to no hope seeing that the League has his body, but surprises himself when he felt his own body submerged in a portion of the Lazarus pit. 

…

Going back, he was greeted by an assistant doctor that used to be in the League due to his ancestor’s debt. He explained that he cannot in good conscience do what he was instructed to after the operation, stole his body, and submerged it in an undiscovered pit due to its small size, enough to dump a child not enough for a grown adult. 

After an initial check-up, both he and the doctor discovered that the mini Lazarus pit regenerated all of his organs except his eye seeing that it was his entire body submerged excluding his head. The assistant doc theorized that those organs of his may be weaker since they were generated from nothing, Danny in all his eldritch glory as well as being the most powerful being across the Infinite Realms played his part perfectly of a now disabled child.

After all who would accuse this disabled child putting the daughter of the Demon Head in an endless nightmare by his command to Fright Knight? Who would accuse that innocent blue eye of his that he had killed any assassin in their tail ever since he and his now temporary guardian began exploring the world? Who would accuse an adorable child that he was the one who had put the Joker in a definite MIA? Who would accuse this child who smiles like the sun despite his setbacks be the one who tortured Deathstroke to the brink of insanity? Danny is pretty sure his temporary guardian knew of his secret endeavors but remained quiet due to his habit when he was in the League or just to prevent any grayer hairs from growing in. 

…

Now if only his brother stopped moping around the building across their apartment complex and just come inside, he made his infamous fudge to share with his brother. His brother didn’t have to drag the rest of the bat brigade in watching him across the building, he even made extra fudge, if only they could just go through the front door instead of rescuing him first in every rogue attack and pretend, they don’t him. Well, if they are playing a game then count him in to win. But for some reason all of them made a face of being constipated whenever they talk to him, Danny is so sure he used clean ingredients to make his fudge…

God dammit just enter the front door like a normal person, better yet tell Batman to stop looking at him as if he died! Those windows are not paying to fix themselves each time one of them decided to stop dropping and roll every other night!

…

PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

[emmatgc]

#Jonsa ❤️ A Tribute

House of the Dragon anticipation took me back a decade ago when Game of Thrones rule the world of television. I was a fan but not enough to call myself an expect or an avid really. Season 1 will always be my favorite but Season 6 has my heart. I have always belonged to the house of stark and the wolves of the north. I always knew and expected their family to be the last ones standing. Never cared for any love story or ship due to the fact it seems all are political maneuvers, as it should be. Until S6 came, Jon and Sansa reunited. I was shocked by the moment. It was emotional and poetry in motion and it was miles better than other reunions , hands down even if their history just shouts the opposite. Kudos to Kit and Sophie. Their chemistry was magic on screen, unexpectedly. Perhaps, that's why a fandom was born. S6 for me was the last season that has great writing, the other last 2 it seems was rushed. Im fine with the ending but it was rushed. Jonsa, as we call it made sense if it happened though.

Jon was about to give up fighting until Sansa returned.

She made him smile a couple of times.

They argue like an old married couple.

They challenge each other.

They were equals.

Jon wanted Sansa's approval. Always looks for it to trust him and believe in him.

Say the word Sansa they say and Jon appears 🤣

Sansa is the safest with him.

Yeah, complicated relationship. A lot hates Sansa for telling the truth about Jons real parents but Sansa , like Jon chose drastic measures to save and will always choose their family & the north always.

Their sibling relationship was great but it was at times borderline overprotective, yeah he should be as a brother and cousin but somehow kinda romantic and full of undertones. Maybe it was the writing, idk.

The forehead kiss shouldnt have been like that and Jon shouldn't have looked at Sansa's lips or the script shouldn't have that extra seconds each and every time they stare, look and bicker with each other. Again, maybe its just Kits and Sophies acting skills.

In the end, i do believe not only Jon chose his family but he chose and fulfilled his promise to Sansa to protect her. He trusts her that much to be the Queen in the North.

Its 2024. Nothing will change my mind.

Their love and relationship was intriguing, fascinating and whatever happened in the series and books, Jonsa will always be my ship. The way their characters made us feel...there was something more.

Both are alive. Until they reunite again then anything is possible.

[ladystormcrow]

Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thank you so much for the tag, @les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques, and I'm so sorry that it's taken me this long to answer it! I've been in a writing slump for the last few months (for both personal and external reasons), but I've started writing again recently (trying to get back into my old groove of at least 500 words a day), so I feel like I can answer this in good conscience.

How many works do you have on AO3?

Nine at the moment, plus four others on FFN that I still haven't transferred over.

What's your total AO3 word count?

208,006

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Katabasis

Trio Sonata

Mine

I'll Keep You

Imprints In Time

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do try to, though sometimes I fall behind or choke on what to say; I feel bad when I find myself struggling to respond to a long, thoughtful comment with anything better than "thank you, glad you enjoyed!". I realize it's never too late, though, so I'm hopeful I'll be able to catch up on responses in the future!

(The only time I've ever deliberately not responded to comments is when I was aware that the person who sent them was a piece of shit who I didn't want to engage with, but thankfully that's only happened once or twice. Very much a "your approval fills me with shame" moment for me.)

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Imprints In Time. It's a backstory fic for Madame Giry that ends with her estranged from her family and culture, recently widowed, and on the verge of being forced to retire from the ballet career she's worked so hard for, and thus deciding to help Erik make his start as the Opera Ghost (which we the audience know is going to end in more tragedy).

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

It's technically not finished yet (there's still an epilogue chapter to come), but I'd say Katabasis has a quite a happy ending: the dead have been sent to a peaceful rest, the exiled urSkeks have saved their planet and will be able to change their society for the better (and keep other urSkeks from harming Thra in the future), and Jen and Kira have gone from being the last of their kind to the adoptive parents of several dozen Gelfling children who will be a new beginning for their species.

Do you write crossovers?

I'm very much open to doing so, but so far I haven't, mostly because the fandoms I currently write for don't lend themselves well to combining universes. The closest I've come is the Les Miserables reference I included in Chapter 5 of Trio Sonata (or the SWAT Kats/Redwall fic I started but never finished when I was 15, but the less said about that, the better!)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really, no. The closest I've come is someone who complained they were disappointed that Agony and Ecstasy featured skekSa as the one topping during sex; I simply added a tag that made that clear and left it at that.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I didn't used to, but I've gotten more confident about both writing it and sharing it publically over the years (my experiences in the Tumblr RP scene helped a lot with that). The first fic I ever posted where sex was explicit rather than implied was Mine, which was a pretty standard wedding night consummation story (well, except for the part where one of the pair is an elderly hermaphroditic bird alien), but after that, I branched out quite a bit with Agony and Ecstasy (I'm pretty vanilla in my own sex life, so writing about characters having a BDSM session with cutting, bloodplay, and other kinks that I'm not personally into while still making it appealing to an audience was an interesting challenge).

Currently, Trio Sonata is my first experience of trying to weave sex into the plot of a longer story, rather than just a standalone smut fic, and I'm really trying to make sure that the smut is in character and serves to move the plot forward and develop the characters (not that I've got anything against smut for smut's sake, it's just not what I want to write for this story).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't, though I've helped other writers with brainstorming and suggestions before (and they've helped me in return). I'm open to it, though.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh man, don't make me choose! I'm pretty flexible when it comes to shipping as long as it's written well, so there are a lot that I like, even multiple ones with the same character. But if I have to narrow it down, I will say that I still love Megamind/Roxanne Ritchi after 14 years since the movie, and I also don't forsee my love for Erik/Christine/Raoul fading any time soon.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I started my own fanficverse for Megamind in 2011 with Life Is What Happens, and got partway through the sequel, The Storm and the Stars, before I stopped writing.

I always had meant to come back to that ficverse, but I now realize that's probably never going to happen, for two reasons. The first is that my own political and social views have changed enough since then that I'd have to completely rewrite parts of the story (for example, one of the main OCs is a former police officer, and I wasn't a believer in ACAB back then). The second is that the Megamind Rules TV series exists now, and both fills in the timeline when my fics took place and includes a number of the same key story elements, so I feel like there isn't really room for my fics in the fandom sandbox anymore (especially since most of my friends are fans of the TV show, and I really am happy that they enjoy it, even if it's not to my taste).

What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm pretty good at descriptions, especially giving a strong sense of characters and places in just a few lines, and coming up with interesting plots.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not so good at character introspection, especially angst and romance. I worry about bogging down the flow of the story and falling into telling rather than showing, and that it won't be interesting or believable to the audience.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it can be effective if it's just one or two lines, especially if it helps convey character or setting, but it should be used sparingly and only if you're sure of the translation.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I've toyed with the idea of writing an AU for Imprints In Time where Erik doesn't leave France after his fight with Antoinette, and they repair their friendship and eventually become a couple, which changes a lot of events that would otherwise have happened in canon (no Persia, for starters, unless it's under very different circumstances). I've also pondered an alternate OT3 involving Pharoga plus Madame Giry, but that's probably never going past pondering.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

At this point, it's a tie between Katabasis and Trio Sonata. I've mentioned it before, but they have a lot of the same basic story elements (hero and villain have to team up against an outside threat, which leads to them bonding and the villain becoming a better person), and since those are some of my favorite tropes, it's probably inevitable they'd be my favorite fics.

I shall tag: @cornistasiathecoblinking, @chaifootsteps, @locksnek, @musicalhell, and @flagbridge, plus anyone else who'd like to answer!

[4rainynite]

EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanons pt 23

Class of Classics

That's right it's time to do the class of classics; the parents of our favorite characters.

Like their children the class of classic had some very interesting roommates and friendships that lasted beyond their stories.

First things first I', starting with the confirmed roommates in the series:

Evil Queen (Eagle) and Red Riding Hood (Ruby).

Ruby and Eagle were definitely one of those odd pairings when assigned roommates.

One would expect the future evil queen with the poison apple and the future damsel who was tricked and later eaten by a wolf would clash, but surprisingly the two got along.

Both girls were mysterious and kept to themselves so they rarely bothered the other and Ruby did speak kindly of the Evil Queen in the books.

I can see the two being friends until they graduated and went their separate ways to fulfill their destinies.

I still find it interesting that Briar and Ashlynn are in the room that The Evil Queen and Red! The cards said that the students would live in the rooms their parents did, but let's be real they were in a different room each year and kudos to the Evil Queen for hiding the Real Storybook of Legends for all these years!

The Evil Queen's side of the dorm would be similiar to how Apple redecorated Raven's side of the dorm except she has a canopy bed, and the room is darker with more spikes and mirrors.

In the books the Evil Queen's side of the castle was described as:

Colors dimmed—dark wood walls, scarlet and black carpets. Portrait paintings looked down. Her mother smiling. Her mother not smiling. Her mother’s profile. A close-up of her mother’s nose. In one, her mother was winking. In all of them, she was beautiful.

For Ruby it's all cottagecore and similar to Cerise except for sports and exercise equipment she would have more floral motifs and baking supplies due to her love of baking.

She would have a simple bed with wooden furniture with hidden wolf motifs foreshadowing her future husband.

Maid Marian and Queen Charming (Marie)

Marian and Marie got along very well despite Marian's adventurous streak. Over time Marie joins Marian on her adventures (in secret) until graduation when they went their separate ways because of destiny. Marie still goes on secret adventures and even gave Darling Maid Marian's book even if it wasn't Charming Literature Committee (whatever it was called) approved.

Marie's side of the room was French rococo style and was similar to Darling's dorm. With all the fainting she does she has a fainting chaise.

Marian's side of the dorm was a mixture of forest and traditional princess bedroom with a forest green and light blue color scheme. She has a huge weapons collection with bows and arrows being her favorite. Both would have canopy beds due to being royals and Marian would hide Marie's weaponry.

Snow White (Snapdragon)

During her time at Ever After High, Snapdragon's room was similar to Apple's dorm except the color red was minimized in favor for white and snowflakes were her motifs.

Snapdragon's room was on the traditional side with a few modern touches (the equivalent to 1980's) so she could fit in with her classmates and be up to date with things.

I believe Apple's furniture were hand -me-downs from her mom (and her mother before her) due to her love of tradition and wanting to be like her mother and had the white fabric dyed red.

Goldie Loches

Goldie's dorm would be similar to Blondie's minus the bear motifs. I think it would be interesting if see were afraid of bears even before her story began which would be ironic considering Blondie loves them.

Seeing how she was the editor of the school's newspaper so she may have had a typewriter and cameras in her room.

Pinocchio (Pine Oak)

Pinocchio's dorm room would have equipment to keep him in shape such as paints, strings, saws, hammer, etc .

His room would have motifs from his story like crickets and whales.

I see him as a prankster type (not as bad as Kitty or her mother) so he probably built things as jokes, but never cause any harm to anyone.

Sleeping Beauty (Sweet Briar Rose)

Sleeping Beauty's dorm would be cozy central with lots of pillows due to her sleeping curse and for safety due to falling asleep anywhere.

Her room would be covered in briar thorns and have a spinning wheel.

Beauty (Peace Rose) & the Beast (Wilbur)

Peace Rose room was most likely the traditional princess room with a lot of stuff animals mostly lions, bears, boars, etc. hinting her future relationship with the beast in her story.

Wilbur had the traditional prince bedroom with no motifs due to him being a generic prince. It wasn't until after Legacy Day did he decided to have monster and rose motifs to his room.

Huntsman (Hunt)

Hunt's room most likely resembled a hunting cabin with with dead deer heads and traps on the walls.

He would also have a collection of axes and knives both which would be used in his stories.

Rapunzel (Violet)

Just like her daughters before her she was sent to live in a tower during her school years.

Her dorm had more floral motifs than hair/comb ones and the only way she could leave her rooms was if she had a roommate with a similar destiny or letting her hair down.

Jack Beanstalk

Jack's dorm was overrun with tree limbs which he used as practice for when he would climb the beanstalk in his tale.

His motifs would be plants (beanstalks) and geese.

I can see him having a loft bed due to all the climbing he does in his story.

Snow King and Snow Queen (Warrin and Lucia)

Warrin's dorm was definitely ice themed with hockey equipment. His dorm room would be similar to his ice palace.

Lucia was a generic princess until Legacy Day and her motifs became snow, but I do think her motifs were crystals and she combined the two.

King Charming (Dashing)

Dashing's dorm lived up to the name with royal, regal, and fancy decor and sword motifs. He would also have a collection of trophies and swords. Also, the Charming family crest would be everywhere.

Wonderlanders: Due to the Wonderlanders going to school once a year there was no need for them to attend Ever After High School. In fact, they only came during Legacy Year to sign the Storybook of Legends.

Cheshire Cat / Queen of Hearts/ Red Queen/

Cheshire's dorm had cat motifs that was a loft bed situation. I feel her dorm would resemble where we first saw her in 'Spring Unfairest'.

Heart's dorm had heart and croquet motifs and was similiar to the card castle. Honestly, it would look like Lizzie's dorm minus the sewing items.

Red's dorm would have horses and chess piece motifs. Her room would be the standard princess room.

March Hare/ Mad Hatter/ White Rabbit

The March Hare would have hare and tea team motifs.

For the Mad Hatter he would have hat and tea motifs. His room would be littered with tea pots everywhere and his hat signatures he used to cover the walls in detention in 'Way Too Wonderland'. I can see him sharing a bunkbed with the March Hare during Legacy Year at Ever After High.

The White Rabbit had rabbit and clock motifs in his dorm room. I also see his room littered with calendars, to-do list, and notes to make sure he's never late or forgets anything.

[not-a-big-slay]

birthday

John Wick x platonic!fem!reader

summary: while watching TV, you go on a rant about the absurdity of birthday gifts...

warnings: fluff, father-daughter relationship, established platonic relationship, horrible ahh parents, very tooth rotting, hopefully not ooc, trauma...

a/n: this platform has a lot of daddy john, but not much of dad john and that needs to change...this shit long as hell though, hope you enjoy it :)) also kudos to whoever finds the se7en reference

The hum of the microwave, heating up his food from the previous evening, rushed across the room and slowly mixed with dimmed voices of the television. The sun has already set and the remainings of its light shined into the room through red clouds.

John patiently waited for the beep, approving that he can eat his meal. It went unheard as you exclaimed from the living room, silencing it. "That's ridiculous." John looked over, but he could barely see the reason for your sudden speaking. His hands retrieved the plate from the microwave and he finally joined you on the couch. "These folks got their 16 year old daughter a car. A car, John." you widened your eyes at the man when ending your statement while said person just moved his eyes from you and the screen, trying to understand your reasoning.

You noticed his confusion and helped his mind get rid of it: "I mean, why? Like how is 16th birthday important? It's not like it's a big milestone. I'd understand 15 maybe, but 16? It's such an.. unsatisfying number, ugly even and not important." John seemed to get your thought, so you sinked back into the couch. "You get a license at 16." reasoned the assasin, catching your attention immediately. You looked over to him, furrowed eyebrows sending the signal of disagreement. "Which is bullshit, by the way, kids shouldn't be on the road." you stated before continuing, "But they got her a brand new car, she doesn't need all that, they could have given her like their old one or just let her share theirs, she is 16 how often will she drive that thing." while talking you have made so many hand movements that John needed to sit further away, worrying you might smack him.

The television broadcasted some reality show about spoiled kids from non-rich families. Neither of you really payed attention, but it served as a good backround while doing other tasks. That is until you got interested in its bizarreness. Parents, that previously stated they each had to find 2 jobs to keep their kids in school, bought their youngest daughter a new car. It was even one of the newest models as John noticed. They have said they would do anything for their kids and that birthdays were always so important in their family. That pissed you off, apparently.

“I know this comes from a place where no love was showed, but still, too much..”

John knew about your past, you knew about his too. You were just a kid when he first met you, both of you pursuing a man with a contract on his head. You have made a good competition and teamed up with the Boogeyman after many failures to kill him. After going through a near-death experience together, the two of you became a good friends and John slowly made plans to introduce you to Helen. He didn't plan on the introduction being at the funeral. His abandoned feelings of protection that were, until that day, stored for his wife poured into the other closest person to him and you gladly accepted them and even returned yours.

To say John was relieved when you obliged him with the refuge he sought after being marked excommunicado would be an understatment. Though he wasn't enterily thrilled after you insisted on fighting for him, you were the reason he could even have this absurd conversation in the first place. Being free could never feel so good without you.

"Like what did you get for your 16th birthday?" your voice pulled him out of the waters of his mind, the young eyes tracing his. He soon found his gaze interested in the empty plate on the table and with a sigh he reached for it and started to get up. You almost accepted he wouldn't answer, but his mouth let out the answer before you could: "A gun and a victim. Just like on any other day." John disappeared into the kitchen, but your loud "Damn." found it's way into his ears anyway and uplifted the corners of his mouth. Ruska Roma didn't care about these sorts of things. For them birthdays were just for the books and to track their age, no party, no gifts. The only gift he got from them was the cross, a symbol and a reminder he belongs. His first birthday party was with Helen and it was unusual to say the least.

You said sorry as he came back to the living room and John could see the regret and discomfort on your face. You got too talktive that you forgot this fact. The man came to your rescue and quickly varied the discussion. "What about you?" he asked as he sat down, petting Dog as he filled out the space between you two. Your mind digged deep to find the answer, John assumed from your scrunched face. At last, you shrugged: "I don't know. Money? Some candy too, I guess..." The voices from the television flowed in the house, but neither of you could hear them, too invested in whatever you started. The Boogeyman raised his eyebrows at you and you narrowed them in response, confused.

"That's much worse." he scoffed.

"Worse than having to kill a person?"

"Yes."

Your mind fully froze, not able to function properly. John internally laughed at your expression, but decided to not torment you any longer. "Parents giving money to their child is just sad. Money as a gift basically says the person doesn't know or care about your interest, so they give you money to make up for it." he started to explain, "Now, you can get some dollars from your other relatives like grandparents, counsins, aunts and uncles, because you don't see them everyday, they are allowed to not know what you like. But parents? People that live with you and provide for you should be at least familiar with it.."

He left you speechless, that he knew. Your mouth was slightly opened when he finished his monologue and slammed shut when you seemed to realize. "Well," you began once every word John shot your way striked you, "thanks for the additional reason to hate my fam more." You brought out a smile, but John's fell a little when he heard that. While not knowing him well yet, you told him you were an orphan, which wasn't surprising. Everyone in this deadly industry had no chance to have a normal, healthy and loving family. At least not that he knew of. What did shock him was when you admitted to lying after the funeral. Yet you wished to be an orphan, you had the bad luck to be born in a cruel home. Mother, a guilt-tripping monster with a victim mentality, and a father, anger-issued fanatic that tried to shape his children into his made-up idea of them. You moved out as a 17 year old and to at least finish high school, bowed to the High Table. You never had a stable home, John changed that. He offered you a place to stay once he was free again, he wanted you close to protect you, but also knew you could help with his old loneliness that never seemed to leave him. He never told you how much of a help you actually were.

John focused on the present moment again when you said: "I-I still can't see how can it be worse than a murder. At least I didn't work for money and got them for being born." Dog got up and let out a little bark. A sign for hunger, as you both understood. It got dark already and you gladly followed the dog's steps into the kitchen, John already in the lead.

"Ruska Roma at least didn't hide their uninterest, I knew what not to expect." he argued back as he reached for the dog pellets. Dog started eating before John finished filling up the bowl. That made you smile as well as hungry. John, as if almost sensing it, grabbed a plate and started to heat up the rest of the food. The familiar humming sound greeted the room again.

"Ah well, let’s just agree we both got worse gifts than a car and move on." you streched your hand out while the other rested on the counter-top of the island. John replicated your smile and shook your hand. The silence following right after sealed the agreement and the microwave dinged as in celebration. You walked across the island to take your food, knowing that John will be faster. "Birthdays are horrible anyway, I don't need to know I'm one year closer to death." you thought out-loud as the man handed you your plate. The food looked delicious. John always rather kept away from the kitchen, Helen was a great cook and even when he tried to make a meal, it ended in disaster. Once you moved in though, his guardian angels granted him the luck of finding an old recepe book his wife used. This was one of the easiest, but the quantity didn't define the quality.

"Would you rather not know how old you are?" John smiled and his eyebrows settled atop when you nodded. "Yep, I'd measure it in holidays." you joked, grabbing the cutlery, "In fact, I think 6th September should be erased from the existence. It's not an important day, no one needs it and it certainly doesn't bring any good." John watched you take the food to the table and changing the channel on the screen on the way, not realizing the crucial piece of information you just revealed non-chalantely. He didn't know your birthday, he just knew you were 18 when you met him, which was apparently 6 years ago. It was before he even engaged to Helen. He also understood you were old enough to drink once you downed 3 shots as if they were filled with tap water when you both tried to figure out how could John get out of his mess. Suddenly, a calender on the wall across him whispered his name.

Today was August 3rd.

.....................

Heavy sigh and the car door were last things he heard before feeling the dryness of his car. The raindrops that couldn't reach him before closing the vehicle were banging on the roof out of anger. John carefully placed the box on his passenger seat. He did everything he could to shield it from this afternoon weather, but some water managed to force itself through his coat, not enough to do a lot of damage fortunately. His eyes didn't peel away from it, John still wagered in his mind if it's a good idea. You weren't used to gifts from your real family, why should you accept his?

Without looking away, his fingers slipped the keys into ignition and his other hand played on the wheel nervously. He didn't take the receipt, he cannot return it. But he could survive the loss of money if this gift meant destruction of your bond. He wouldn't survive that. What if it's too far, you never cared for birthdays. For every September he has known you, nothing even remotely signaled him you might be different on the sixth day. You just wanted to forget you were ever born and he would set your mind back to the start with this reminder.

His logical sense slapped these thoughts away. You were a good kid, if you hated it you would tell him politely and be honest with him. And he knew you would keep it just for the sentiment you love so much. John turned the keys sideways and started following the mentally written route home, trying to keep his gaze from trailing to the passenger seat every now and then.

Even after parking in the garage and opening the passenger's door did he avoid the box's way. First he thought he could just close his eyes and take the box in his arms blindly, though overcame it and finally made contact with the white cardboard. A box is making him insane, brilliant. John grabbed the rest of his things and welcomed the hot air rushing to him as he opened the door inside. Dog barked at his owner as if he tried to warn John before rushing to him excitedly. The house was quiet and dim from the rain protecting the room of any light. You didn't bother turning on the lights and John knew you wouldn't. You hated the yellow glow it casted and how bright they were, natural lightning wasn't forcing itself into your view.

You came around the corner as the man got up from petting the good boy. He watched you ignore him, listening to music in one ear while the other earphone swished on your shoulder with every movement made. It was broken for a while now, but no one could be surprised. In the long time you've had them, you managed to step on them, close them in between the car doors and let the dog chew on one of the pods, which was the breaking point, John assumed. The rest worked fine, the quality still haunted him.

You turned around and caught a glimpse of him, immediately taking out the music and greeting him. He smiled in response while you already had your interest on the box, laying next to him. "What's in the box, Somerset?" you got close to it, but John was faster and picked it up quickly. Your eyebrows must have been suspicious of that act the way they connected.

"It's-uhh-it's-" the room picked up the heat as John's nerves shaked anxiously. He never had a problem with creating a lie on the spot, but your pose decorated with crossed arms on the chest somehow intimidated him. He was so sure you would be able to see throught the paper lid any minute now, so he tried to hurry his thinking up. "It's just some things for the car." he waved it off, leaving you slowly nodding in understandment, deciding not to ask any questions that you definitely had. John adored your capability of minding your own business, he more adored the fact you have learned it from him. You were very curious about everything when he met you, trying to know everyone around you to the last bit of detail. He was very strict about his personal life, so he introduced you to the concept of privacy through a lot of no's and death stares. Even now, when you two could be more than open with each other, you still didn't ask, nor cared.

"Want help?"

"No, I'll just take it to the basement."

"Alright." you said before putting in the earbud again and walking to the kitchen. John sighed heavily, hoping the nerves would settle down, and made his way to the basement. He hid it under a white dirty cloth, afraid it will disgrace the gift and left. Now the only thing left was to make sure you won't visit the basement for 2 days. 2 days, he realized. So, he is really doing it, huh? John froze thinking about the worst things that you could say or do as a reaction on his idea, the worst being you kill him, but that was unlikely, he'd done the math. Your humming got picked up by his left ear as he realized that the only moment to back up was in the car. He didn't, he missed it. The backdoor is closed and the only way to move is forward.

John checked the time. 6pm.

September 4th.

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You were relieved that the store had air conditioning, because one more second in the outside heat and you would collapse. Your hands were trying their best at waving cold air on your head and chest, yet nothing could stop the sweat of going down your skin. Even though the sun has already set, the consequences of its hot presence still appeared in these late hours. You wanted to stop for second and cool off, but remembered you're supposed to get only one thing.

Salt.

It baffled you, why is it so important to get salt right now and not tomorrow as you were already getting ready to shower and to relax in bed when John asked you to get it. You weren't very happy about it, but you didn't feel like refusing him either. That man held a lot of respect from you and you never wished to upset him. Not that he would do anything bad to you, you just rarely told him no. Not sure where the need to please people came from, you were still happy it only applied to him. He deserved it after what he has done for you.

The store was as empty as its freshly baked pastry section. While strolling through, you only saw a few workers and some costumers hunting for evening snacks, all of them visibily tired. Your footsteps echoed in the big space, you wondered if they could be heard on the other side of the store. You thought about John's weird request, trying to justify it with a reason. None came to mind. Maybe he had a girl over, but you considered that unlikely. He clearly wasn't yet over Helen- reasonably so. Or he needed some alone time, you could admit being too annoying or too much for a quiet man like John, no judging.

The salt was hiding in a tricky spot, but luckily, thanks to your noticing abilities, you found it rather quickly and headed to the checkout. If the second reason was correct, you would be fine with sleeping somewhere else to not disturb his peace, but since you were already worn out and ready for the comfortable bed, you settled on taking the long way home, letting him enjoy at least the extra 10 minutes.

You knocked before entering, something you do automatically without waiting for a response. You kicked off your shoes, balancing your weight and the pouch of salt on one leg, and yelled out "I'm back." into the dark. The dark, you realized. Why were the lights off? The stars already began to shine when you were halfway home, so it was weird if John just forgot to turn them on. He wasn't the forgetful type.

"Hello?" you called out again, more quietly though, suspicion already growing deep in your stomach. Hearing the eery silence made you drop the salt and reach for a gun taped on the bottom of a dressing cabinet. Some comfort was brought by the click announcing safety is off, but it got lost in your high anxiety once you started walking deeper in the house, back steadily on the wall. The worst case scenarios accompanied you while every sense focused on the dark living room you happened to be in. You spinned around, walking backwards to the kitchen, your mind challenging the intruder to show themselves. Suddenly, the door creaked behind you and it was enough for you to turn around rapidly and caress the trigger.

After taking in the view in front of you, you finally exhaled and lowered your gun, whispering the lord's name in relief. There stood John, glowing in candle lights, distressed by your unexpected presence and, of course, by the barrel of a gun. You didn't notice the kind of candles. Your palm held your forehead in order to stop its stressful spinning and your brain desperately trying to convince your heart to calm down, you were too busy to recognize it.

Lights above you brightened your eyelids and you felt a pair of hands on your biceps. "What's wrong, what is it." John asked quietly, scared someone followed you home or has already done something horrible to you. You shook your head before sighing heavily, getting the last bit of shock out of your body.

"Shit, you scared the fuck out of me, John." Irritation attacked your tone as you leaned forward on the counter. Your mind only had pictures of the man dead on the floor with a bullet wound he gained from you. The bullet was so close to running out the gun and for what? For a cake?

Wait a minute.

Your head lifted up, eyes being instantly mesmerized by the flow of little fires on an icy surface. A cake. John has baked a cake. And you almost shot him for it. Your gaze flickered next to you. He was nervous, only you couldn't tell if it was from the near death experience from his own friend or from the possibility of you asking about the mysterious unexpected dessert. You made the latter come true.

"What is this?" you nodded to the cake, studying every move John made as though it would explain it for him. He took a deep breath before taking your own away: "It's for you. Happy birthday." The glow of the candles brought out your widened eyes, desperately trying to find a sign of a cruel joke on John's features. They failed to do so of course, you have never seen the man so serious.

It's been a while since you heard those words. You forgot how they hugged your heart and sugared your ears. You used to whisper them to yourself sarcastically with a harsh undertone when there was no one to trust or turn to. You've stopped though as it was cringe and overly depressing. You convinced your mind birthdays were for nothing, they give you nothing and are only important for knowing your age, nothing special. They made everyone emotional over a number of years and as long as you had no one, it was pointless in making it a big thing. It couldn't be denied John was your safe space, you would place your whole life into his hands and would be sure he'd keep it more protected than the High Table could ever be, you just never thought of bringing the concept back.

Amazed by the yellow waves again, you held your breath: "Are you serious?" John smiled a little as he answered: "Yeah. Now blow 'em out." You did as you were told, taking a deep breath and blowing it forcefully on the candles. They flickered and disappeared in the thin air. It was the first time in your life you got them all on the first try. Tears of forbidden nostalgia became impossible to hold in and you eventually let them go slowly from the prison of your eyes. When you made eye contact with John.

Without hesitation you close the space between you two and digged your face in the crook of his neck as your arms tightly wrapped his torso. His hands buried you in the feeling of safety and you felt shielded as they squeezed you into him. "Thank you." came out of you silently, only for John to hear. As a response, he took a step back to look at you. "You have no reason to thank me." his palm found its den on your neck as his eyes grew comfortable on yours.

You couldn't help but wonder if this is the way others feel on their birthday when they are surrounded by people they love and care for, by people that love and care for them. Because if it is, a big part of your birthdays was stolen, you would love them if they felt like this, you would wait a whole year only for this feeling, this sense of family, this certainity you are loved and you matter.

All of that left momentarily when John's hands let you go. "No reason to thank me yet." he bent down and came back up with a white box in his hands. He gently placed it on the counter next to the cake. After you clearly didn't understand what is supposed to happen, he gladly gave you a hint. "Open it." he motioned his head to it and you obeyed, carefully touching the lid as if it was a bomb that would go off any second. It's not like it was unlikely to hide a bomb inside a similar-looking box. You pressed the cardboard with your fingers and lifted it up.

You gasped quietly in order to help your mind take in the brand new headphones that shined at you maybe more brightly than the candles. They were white, wireless, so no annoying wire to slow you down, they were also overhead, too big for Dog to chew on them. You felt John's eager gaze, waiting for you to pick them up, but you felt even your stunned look would bruise them. You didn't deserve this, none of it. The happiness that danced into you the moment you realized John remembered your special day now began to look like a well-known and hated naivety. This love and luxury didn't belong to someone like you, what were you thinking.

"This- this is-" you began to panic. What would happen if you accepted it, would the world explode from the connection of two things that could never work together? You doubted it, but who would wanna risk it. "I can't accept this." Suddenly all you wanted was to run from the cake and the gift, you now felt like the bomb that you tried so hard not to light, that was supposed to be in that box. John's figure stopped you from going anywhere. "Yes, you can." You rapidly shook your head from side to side, his words couldn't distract you from the harsh reality. You weren't worth all of this.

"You are good enough for all of this and more." his calm tone was confusing for your stressed state, but the demanding adittude of his got through your walls and made you listen. "Take it, you deserve it."

Your hand subconsiously touched your necklace and pressed one of the daisies on it. It belonged to his wife, you found it when his house was blown to pieces and gave it to him once he started the repairs. He insisted on you keeping it, though. You protested, it was a gift for the love of his life, you couldn't take something that serious. "Take it. You found it, you deserve it." he said back then. You never knew her, yet you wore her jewelry, her gift.

"She would adore you."

Your eyes snapped to John, noticing him looking at your neck with a sad smile on his face. You lowered your hand and trailed your eyes back on your birthday gift. Without thinking you reached for the headphones, picking them up. They were suprisingly light and very comfortable to touch. As you put them over your head, everything went quiet. You didn’t know that an already silent room could get even more deafened, but here you were, hearing absolutely nothing.

"No way." you know you said, even though you couldn't hear it. John's smile got wider as you looked around in awe, it seemed like you were in a complete different place, not a boring kitchen. After taking them off, you sighed overwhelmedely, you could only imagine how beautiful the sound may be. "So?" John was interested, still a bit on the edge if the gift is good or not and only you could push him from it. However the only thing you did was throwing yourself around his neck, making him lose his balance momenteraly.

Before he could hug you properly, you already pulled away. "Now can I thank you?" you joked, but you could never make up for this. He had done all of this for you, that wasn't something you'd brush off with only two words. They lost meaning next to John's actions. "Yeah, now you can." was all you needed to hear to press into him again. John rested his head on top of yours, but not before kissing your hair and stroking your back.

You felt Dog nuzzling up against your legs and you looked down to see his happy, carefree face. He definitely woke up just no. You laughed and only noticed you were crying when tears fell into the corners of your mouth. You quickly wiped them away, turning away from John so he couldn't see. The man had the same problem though, also showing you his back while complaining silently about the dust getting into his eyes.

Once you both wiped your tears, you turned back around and laughed a little. This is all you needed. No assasin had this as far as you knew. Why two of the most deadliest people got visited by the biggest luck this world had in store. You looked back at Dog, his face excited for whatever you'd do. You sighed and rememebered the oh so good-looking desert on the kitchen counter.

"Want some cake?"

[kiddbegins]

Hiii !

Can you do a james wilson x reader where she is in her early-mid twenties and new to the hospital, she was sent there to work/learn with minds like her (house) and she is very atractive.

Her and james have this thing going on that is really flirty and cute :3

One day, the team goes to check up on him bcs he missed work in the morning (readers day off) and when the door opens its the reader in his shirt

House is like: ngl i never thought you could do it wilson but kudos to you my friend

I wanna be wilsons problematic young gf

Young girlfriend - James Wilson

James Wilson x fem!reader word count: 7k warnings: house being house? a/n: sorry it stops where it does? i didn't know how to continue it but yeah, merry christmas by the way <3

Working with Gregory House was supposed to be the best thing that’s ever happened to you. A chance in life that you’d never regret. And you don’t. You’ve learned more than you could ever have imagined from him. 

People lie, sometimes you have to be a bitch to get a patient to cooperate… normal things. But one thing you didn’t learn from him but managed to learn on your own was that James Wilson was a romantic. 

Sure, you knew the story, three ex-wives, failed fling after failed fling. You were aware. But you could only take so many passing glances and be shoulder to shoulder with him in the lab a handful of times before you caved. 

And yes, 24 was… young even for him. You knew it, he knew it. Everyone knows it. But you didn’t care. Your feelings were your feelings and you couldn’t help it. 

Trust that you already got side eyed comments from both Chase and Foreman over your ‘crush’. Cameron would say something but really who would she be to talk? At least the guy you were with liked you back and wasn’t an asshole. 

“Chase, y/l/n, get the scans done. Find Wilson and confirm the cancer.” 

House wasn’t unaware of the way you acted around Wilson. You’d honestly be surprised if he wasn’t   989. He notices everything. It’s honestly shocking he hasn’t come and said something. Maybe he thought saying something would push you to do something.

But you wouldn’t.

It was dangerous. Wilson was a colleague. He was a peer to your boss and his friend. The latter is more important than anything. House would never approve of anything along that sort. His jealousy would peek through before anything.][‘=san q f 

“You gonna be able to control yourself around Wilson?”

“Oh shut up, you know I’m ignoring it. Not like it’d be reciprocated anyway.” Chase’s comments were always direct. Most of the time you had to shut him up since Wilson would be right there and god forbid he heard.

The blonde elbowed your side. “Yeah right, hot young doctor that’s probably full of inexperience… you have about half the hospital’s eyes on you.”

“Right and they’d never be looking at the also hot and young Australian doctor next to me.” You countered just as easily as he had commented, waving off the topic as you entered the kid’s room.

He was hardly ten and the fact he was hooked up to so many machines just to keep him alive ate at you. Chase handled talking to the parents, knowing that it was hard enough as it was for you.

The scans you guys did show a mass that was most likely cancer, meaning Wilson would have to do his part, biopsy and surgery if possible. “I’ll go, he doesn’t need both of us to get his help.” You offered, holding your hand out to Chase.

“Or-”

“Don’t.” You spoke firmly, Chase nodding as he handed over the scans. You were only as firm as that when it was serious. A kid’s life hanging on the line was definitely something that meant you weren’t messing around.

Lightly you sighed, muttering a sorry before turning to the elevator and going right back up to the offices that you saw day in and day out. House wasn’t in his office as you passed but it only took a knock and a half for Wilson’s door to open.

“Hey, y/n, House send you?”

“Kinda. Need a cancer confirmation for the kid we’re treating.” You spoke, holding out the scans. Wilson nodded, letting you in and shutting the door behind you. Without saying anything else he took them and stuck them up to the light board he had.

It didn’t take long for him to nod, “From its placement I’d say most likely.” He pointed along the side of the lung, “See how it's not a perfect circle?” You nodded faintly, leaning forward.

“That’s a sign it’s malignant.” He always took a chance to throw in some piece of knowledge when you two talked, regardless of if you might know it or not.

“I’ll biopsy it. Let you guys know for sure.” Wilson looked over at you, eyes briefly widening as he realized you had moved closer to look at the scans.

Chase was of course right in the fact that Wilson liked you. He couldn’t help it. You were just so caring but not too caring. You were blunt when needed and that was half the reason that working for House worked so well for you.

It was the perfect balance. That and you were like a walking goddess. He’d compare you to one greek goddess of love and beauty but he knew better than to scorn you like that. So instead he just admired from afar.

In his mind you would never look twice at a man nearly twice your age. Which normally you wouldn’t but the attraction was there and by god was it hard to ignore. If you weren’t this close due to a cancer scan you might’ve lost the bit of control you had and kissed him.

Might’ve.

Instead though you nodded. “Right, I’ll uh, I’ll let House know.” You managed to mumble out, leaving the scans where they were and leaving his office. From the warmth of your skin you knew your cheeks were pink, something you did not want to be picked on for so you promptly avoided the diagnostics office.

Thankfully House wasn’t in there anyway so you had time to cool off before coming face to face with the oldest doctor. Though that did mean you had no idea where he was. Clinic or Cuddy’s office were your best bets but before you could even hit the elevator button your pager went off for the kid’s room.

It was faster to run down the stairs, the first of the group to get to the room from upstairs. “What’s happening?” You could barely hear the boy’s mom’s voice through the ringing in your ears. 

You hadn’t been with House long. All the cases you worked, worked. You came out in the end with a diagnosis, a treatment and a happy patient. This though, having to intubate a ten year old while your coworker did cpr on him? 

Your hands were shaky and you were trying to shove everything down. Except for the fact that it didn’t work and the flatline went on for four minutes before you were forced to call it. Without saying anything you left the room, running into Wilson in the hallway.

“It’s too late.” You continued past him, going back upstairs to the locker room. It was close to the end of the day anyway, it wasn’t like you were going to be missing any differentials or treatments.

All that was going through your mind was House’s rules. Don’t get attached to patients. Don’t mourn every patient you lose. Stuff you’d swallowed like a giant pill from the first conversation you even had with the man. 

You didn’t mean to sit on the bench for so long. Chase, Foreman, Cameron each came and went, none of them knowing what to say really. Even Cameron was at a loss for words. Mainly saying something about how it wasn’t your fault.

Which you knew. You didn’t give the kid cancer. And it wasn’t like you could have treated it. Regardless you still felt a pit forming in your stomach that you wanted to go away so badly it was killing you.

It was already dark by the time you slung your duffle bag over your shoulder and left the locker room. There was hardly anyone else around but you did feel someone come up beside you while waiting for the elevator.

“Hey, y/l/n, how are you doing? I know that case today…”

“I’m fine, I’ll be okay.” You put up a tough smile, knowing that yeah, eventually you’d be okay but you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t get to you at all. Because it did. And he knew that. House ranting about his team also meant going on about what he thought the strengths and weaknesses were.

His biggest concern for you was your lack of experience with death. Something that the other three had dealt with here or there. You though? You’d gotten this far in life with nothing. Both of your parents still alive, grandparents are old but still kicking. Your life was practically a perfect bubble.

A bubble that was sure to be popped in this line of work, and the sooner it was, the better doctor you’d be. That was what House was figuring anyway. And you knew to some point that it was probably right. 

But his rule was ingrained in your brain already. And like Wilson had read your mind, he sighed. “I know House’s rule. But it’s okay to be upset. Caring is what makes a good doctor. Not disconnecting like he does. You can mourn your patients.” 

A frown forced its way onto your face as you still tried to keep it back but it was useless, tears springing and sliding down your face. Wilson nearly instantly dropped his briefcase to the floor, not hesitating to hug you. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

It was pathetic how easily you crumpled. Like a wet napkin. But you couldn’t help it. The slightest mention of being allowed to feel opened the dam of tears you were swallowing back the past however many hours you spent staring at the row of lockers.

You didn’t even hold onto him back, instead covering your eyes with your hand, partially in embarrassment, partially to keep your tears from marking up the shirt he had on. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. House has impossible standards for people. Doctors. You don’t have to be like him to be good. Remember that.” He pulled away, lightly putting a hand on your shoulder until he was confident that you were calm enough.

Absent-mindedly, he rubbed his thumb on your shoulder until your tears turned to just sniffles. 

“Thanks, Wilson.”

“I think we’re at a point where you can call me James.” His statement came out softly, you nodding just vaguely. 

“Thanks, James.” You made a point of correcting yourself as you wiped under your eyes gently. He smiled, pressing the elevator button and the both of you simply waited for it to come to the floor.

—

It felt like things had changed since that case. Like you breaking down into Wilson- sorry, James’ arms put something out there that you weren’t entirely sure how to put into words. 

But you could almost feel the way he’d look at you more, you’d catch him stealing glances from across the cafeteria, or the couple times you bumped into him leaving the diagnostics office. 

It was all making your heart flutter a bit too much and you were trying so unbelievably hard not to give in. Not to just tell him how you feel. 

But you couldn’t. That was the one thing you kept telling yourself over and over and over. Coworkers not lovers. Not lovers… not lovers…

But god did you want to be.  

It felt worse than before. Like now that you knew he at least cared to comfort you, to give you advice on how to handle House that you were seeing more and more of him. 

Like how he very expressively looked on when he consulted on cases. His eyebrows furrowing up more often than not when he didn’t know what was going on. 

He always managed to find some reason or another to talk to House, even when it was something minuscule that House could give less of a fuck about. 

Maybe he was doing it for you. But you didn’t let yourself believe that. In your mind he just really liked talking to House. And you would lie to yourself for as long as need be. 

“Y/l/n, you’re in the clinic today.”

“What? I don’t have clinic duty today?” You looked up as House came into the office, his eyebrows lifting as he looked at you.

“And now you do, go,” He waved you off, the glances you sent to the others was no help, it wasn’t like they could step in either. 

What House said goes, regardless of what everyone else wanted. That was how things went. So you simply huffed, leaving the diagnostics office. 

In your rush of annoyance, you bumped right into James, not that surprising, he was heading the same direction as you. 

“Hey, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay, neither was I. Where you off too in such a rush?” He asked, letting you walk next to him towards the elevator. 

You sighed, “Not in a rush to get there, but the clinic. I’m pretty sure I’m doing House’s hours.” The irritation obvious in the tone of your voice. 

Not that you weren’t used to him, but for some reason it was getting more and more annoying to be treated like an extension of him. 

“Ah, was wondering how long it was going to take him to do that to you,” James commented, the two of you getting into the elevator together. 

You would have replied if you weren’t hyper aware of the lack of space between the two of you. Your shoulder was just slightly brushing against his arm and you could feel it like you were pressed to his side. 

Softly he cleared his throat, side stepping away just enough to not touch you, “Sorry.” His voice obviously timid with a tinge of embarrassment.

“Don’t be, I didn’t mind.” You spoke, glancing over at him as he nodded, unsure of what to say in response. 

Why did you have to be so outright with the way you felt sometimes? It seemed like you couldn’t handle being alone without doing or saying something that just felt, off. 

Or maybe you were just self conscious. 

Regardless, the elevator door opened and you were able to speed away from him as if he had some sort of plague. 

The clinic wasn’t boring to you. House avoided it because it was usually: 1. An over worried parent, 2. A complete idiot, 3. A simple diagnosis and medication. 

But that’s what you liked about it. Yes, diagnosing crazy medical conditions was fun. You got to learn all the rare and usually unheard of diseases that you could barely remember off the top of your head. 

Clinic duty though was light work. You got to get a glimpse of people that you’d never seen before. Worried mothers that think the orange on their kids' face is an issue rather than just, something that was easy to clean off. 

It was a breath of fresh air, especially when it included House not breathing down your neck and yelling at you the second you get something wrong. Again, very refreshing. 

“Alright, keep that bandaged up for the next eight hours, wash out the wound and cover for bed. Make sure you let it breathe at some point though.” You said kindly to a woman that a pretty bad cut on her arm, it wasn’t ER horrible but, definitely needed to be watched. 

Basic stuff like that was like soup for the soul to you, so going in and out of exam rooms was fine. By two though you were slumped and achy. Not eating since 7 In the morning will do that to you. 

“Y/l/n,” Your name caught your attention, pulling you to turn around, James leaning on the counter. “You’ve been down here a while. Have you eaten anything?”

The care in his voice made a small smile form on your face before you shook your head, “Haven’t had the chance.” Which was true. It was in and out, in and out the entire time. 

Very tiring. 

“Alright, take a break then and get lunch,” it was practically an order. Not him asking you to lunch. But rather him telling you to come get lunch. With him. He was probably just worried, nothing more. 

You almost declined, knowing a couple other people were waiting to see a doctor but the slight dizziness that had begun to set in two patients ago was begging you to get something into your stomach. 

“Okay,” you put the file in your hand down, walking around the counter, “I’m honestly starving,” you weren’t afraid to admit as the two of you made your way to the cafeteria. 

James chuckled, “I bet. Nobody has seen you even stop to drink water.” He said, holding the door open for you to go through. 

“How do you know?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t around the clinic himself really so there was no way it just casually came up in conversation. 

“I asked the nurses.”

“You asked the nurses?” Near disbelief in your voice. Why would he do that? Especially when he wasn’t downstairs. He was upstairs. Either in his office with a patient or filling out paperwork.

He shrugged, “Yeah, needed to check in and all that stuff.” He stood behind you in line, already eyeing up the small menu as you passed through.

“You didn’t need to.”

“Okay, sorry, I wanted to. That better?” James looked over at you, noting the faint pink blush that covered your cheeks.

You wanted to say something. He was very obviously flirting and you could not help the way it sent butterflies right to your stomach. “Yes, yes it is.” You said with a shy smile, simply ordering a burger with fries.

James got the same thing and before anything you were paying, “I got both of ours.” You said as you put the cash down, waving off the change back. Honestly covering both the meals was an impulse decision but, it got a smile from the other doctor.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Sound familiar?”

He gave a short laugh as you both found a spot to sit, deciding on a booth in the far corner. “Oh how sweet of you,” His tone almost sarcastic but with something more behind it. Something that made your head dip down and avoid his gaze.

After a couple seconds he spoke again, “Let me make it up to you.” He was hesitant, putting out feelers for how you would react to what he was going to do or say.

“James you don’t-”

“I know, but I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to get dinner together.” His voice got low, nerves almost completely shutting down the entire idea he had at all. “There’s this really amazing Italian place down the street from my apartment and I think you’d like it.”

Almost immediately your eyes widened, looking up at him, “What?” Your face went red at how abrupt that had sounded, you instantly shook your head, “Sorry, that was not what I meant to respond to that like…” 

“It’s okay if you don’t, I’d fully understand.”

“No, no, I do, I so definitely do.” You spoke, not even caring if you sounded some sort of desperate. The way you felt for him and the way you felt in that moment were both just so ingrained in your mind that you couldn’t say no if you wanted to.

Maybe it was going to be a bad decision. Or maybe it would end up being the best dinner of your life.

—

What the hell do you wear to dinner with the older doctor you’ve had a crush on since your second meeting? That was exactly what went through your head as you held up multitudes of different clothing options, never having been more thankful you decided to meet up rather than be picked up.

Though the lack of others' opinion over your first option (a pink blouse) and second (a black blouse) was nerve wracking. It was getting to you so much that you nearly went across the hall of your apartment building to ask the sweet old lady that lived just five feet away.

It didn’t come to that though, the fact you had settled on light jeans sealing the black top, making your nerves lessen just enough. Your shirt hugged just the right spots and was cut down enough that there was some cleavage but not enough that he’d think all you wanted was to sleep with him. 

Which you would.

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was you were rushing out the door not even ten minutes later, hoping to god that you had remembered the restaurant name correctly. Not that he would be all that upset if you stood him up, if James Wilson was one thing it was forgiving.

You on the other hand would never live it down. Truly if someone didn’t like you it felt like you were going to keel over and dry out like a dead leaf. Same if you thought they were upset with you. 

So you were thankful to enter the restaurant, seeing him before a host could even come over and ask what you were there for. James waved you over, a genuine smile on his face as you came up to him.

Normally he’d go in for some sort of kiss on the cheek hello but something about you made him nervous. All the time. So, he simply pulled the chair out for you as he gave a soft welcome. 

This wasn’t a date.

At least not by what had been spoken about. It was dinner between two colleagues of varying ages that was meant to even out the fact that one bought the other lunch. That was it. No ultimatum given by either party.

Only thing was how badly both wanted the other and dinner was just a ticking time bomb at that point. “This place is really cute. Quaint.” You spoke, taking in the authenticness of the place. It wasn’t huge, a locally owned place with decor that probably came straight from Italy itself.

“Isn’t it? I’ve been coming here since I first moved here, I’ve always loved their shrimp carbonara.” He looked over the menu for a second, “Are you a white wine or red wine drinker?” He asked, catching the look that crossed your face.

Right, 24, not exactly on the wine drinking page yet. Which wasn’t unusual. “I’ll get something I like and you can try it?” He offered instead, a small smile coming onto your face.

“That sounds good to me,” You nodded, knowing the only way you’d gain a taste for anything would be by trying it. 

Only time you’d had any sort of wine was back when you were a kid and thought stealing a sip of what your mother was drinking was a good idea. 

Note that it wasn’t and it had put you off from even trying it when you were actually old enough to drink. And the few years before the current date. Regardless, you were completely ready to try anyway.

After a couple minutes you sighed, “Can I ask something?” Wringing your hands together under the table. James nodded,  motioning for you to continue.

“Why did you ask me to dinner?” You spoke, knowing he was going to pull something about the lunch out but before he could you shook your head, “and don’t say it was because I paid for lunch. You could have just spotted me next time.”

James sighed, knowing he had, in a way, been caught. He’d wanted an excuse to ask you to dinner for ages. But he always stopped himself. You worked for his best friend. You were young. 

But god was it impossible to resist you. “I…” He was almost hesitant to reply, trying to scrounge up the words in his mind that weren’t necessarily coming with ease. 

“I wanted an excuse to get to know you better.” He admitted quietly, his eyes on you shamelessly as he spoke. That alone made your heart pick up, eyebrows pulling together. 

What did he mean by that? Like, be better friends? Or be better friends? “Oh, well… what do you want to know then?” You said slowly, trying to remain as calm as you were wasn’t easy but you managed to do it. 

James shrugged, there wasn’t anything specific, he hardly knew you as it was. Well, personally, work wise you knew plenty about one another. 

“Anything you’re willing to tell me.” He said so genuinely you almost felt like your heart was going to thump right up and out of your throat. 

The way his eyes lingered on you did nothing but make your cheeks tinge pink as you just started listing off a few random things. Your favorite color, favorite animal, anything really that you could think of that would be even the slightest bit interesting. 

He hummed faintly after a few minutes, nodding, “so buy you a green, koala necklace for your birthday… got it,” James joked, a smile spreading on his face. 

“God, don’t do that, but what about you? What’s your tiny detail facts about you?”

“Uh, well my favorite color is purple, favorite animal is probably a sloth, I’m not one for jewelry so I guess I’d say I like wearing watches?” He spoke, using your small info dump as a template for his. 

You hummed, “so a watch with a purple sloth as the background for your birthday, noted.” You joked, earning a wide smile from him in response. 

“Do I have to also keep note of the fact you’re a joke stealer?”

“Nah, it’s not a regularity.” 

James nodded, the two of you falling into a more back and forth conversation, about work, your life, pretty much anything and everything you could think of. 

Finding out you were both into reading and history was the best of it all. Finally having someone that understood how cool Mesopotamia and the ancient civilizations were just made the affection you held for the man grow. 

And you tried to shove it back down as he walked you to your car, tried to keep from doing something insane as he leaned in for a hug goodbye. But you failed. 

As soon as he pulled back from the hug and looked down at you with the same soft expression he always managed to give you, you lifted up and kissed him. 

It would have been quick. You immediately felt stupid and went to pull back but the second you went to, his hand went to your back, holding you there. 

James wasn’t going to make a first move. He knew you were out of his league. He also knew he was far too old for you. In his own mind anyway. 

So of course he’d never expect you to be the one to kiss him. But the second you did it was game on. Everything he’d told himself was thrown out the window the same as your sense of rationality. 

Your lips moved together feverishly, the built up tension that had been growing since your first sign of attraction bursting at the seams. Both of your hands held the front of his once perfectly pressed shirt tightly, creating wrinkles he didn’t seem to care about. 

It took a few moments for either of you to pull away but the burning sensation that was coming from lack of actual oxygen made you lean back slightly, resting your forehead on his chin in embarrassment. 

Sure he’d kissed you back but he was a guy, who wouldn’t kiss back such an insanely beautiful girl? He’d be insane to pass that up. And you were used to men being like that. 

Just okay with kissing, no commitment or attraction to it. But James wasn’t like that and he wanted, no, needed, you to know that. His hands moving from your back, up your arms and to your shoulders. 

Ever so lightly he pushed you back, not away but so you were almost forced to look up at him. Which worked. Your eyes met his and he instantly smiled, his lips pulled into a thin line. 

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” His voice was soft as he questioned you, rubbing your shoulder gently. When you shrugged he just laughed, “I think after that, I could look at you however I wanted,” he teased, mentally patting his own back at the blush that covered your cheeks. 

You shook your head, “I’m sorry-“

“Don’t be. I liked it.” He instantly cut you off, taking in the way your eyes slightly widened. You must have heard him wrong. There was no way he said he liked it… did he?

You couldn’t help but blankly stare at him, not used to this sort of attention, let alone from someone like him, and he seemed to realize that. 

“Y/n,” he started, making sure your attention was on him fully before he leaned down, just barely touching his lips to yours, “I want to kiss you again.”

Slightly you nodded, muttering out the lightest yes in response that had him pushing another, lighter kiss to your mouth. You couldn’t help leaning up into him, your hand resting up on his shoulder.

And that was that, something was set in stone that night that you had to keep under wraps. If House found out he’d either fire you or relentlessly bully you into quitting. No in between. 

There was no way Gregory House would sign off on his youngest subordinate dating his closest friend. Ever. 

—

The next couple days were a whirlwind. Seeing James and knowing you were both actively keeping something between one another was both exhilarating and terrifying. 

Fear of getting in trouble over something that wasn’t even a real issue settled in every time you saw House. As if he was going to magically just know what was going on. 

And James knew that was your biggest fear, even more than Cuddy finding out. All that would equate to was a visit from HR and some ground rules for the hospital. 

House on the other hand? Master pranker, inability to really care if something he said hurt your feelings. And you were decently sensitive, so one really wrong thing and you’d be packing your bags running. 

“You need to relax. It really wouldn’t be that bad.” James tried to calm you down during the short ride to the hospital. You had stayed at his the night before and you figured carpooling was better for you. 

Except now your heart was racing. “Wouldn’t-” A soft chuckle as you looked at him, “James, you do not understand the things I have heard House say just while watching you talk to another female. Nevermind a…” 

You trailed off, it had only been a few days, there was no conversation of what the two of you were aside from coworkers that hung out and had sex. 

Of course it was inferred in your mind that you were dating. You had dates. And like said, slept together. That was a boyfriend. But he hadn’t said anything so why would you?

“A…?” James tried to get you to continue but you simply shook your head, wringing your hands together. 

“Nothing. But he’ll be insufferable. I’m not… I can’t tell him yet.” You said, looking over at him as he stopped to turn. 

Of course he was accommodating, always okay with having to compromise. You hated making him lie and keep something from his friend but it was hard not to. 

Gently he reached over and grabbed your hand, bringing it up to kiss the top of it. “We don’t have to. Not until you’re ready to.” He smiled, pulling his hand away to pull into the parking lot. 

You wanted to tell everyone. Scream it from the rooftops even, but the fear of your boss’ reaction was stronger. He might actually be the only person you ‘feared’ pissing off. So you just looked over at James smiling.

“I appreciate it.” Your words light as you leaned over to kiss him briefly, the sweetest look of affection in your eyes. “You know this doesn’t mean I like you any less right?” One of your actual fears being him second guessing all of this.

He shook his head, giving you the same lopsided grin you received plenty of times before. “I know, it’s fine y/n. Really.” James reassured you, squeezing your hand one last time before you both got out of the car.

The shift that day wasn’t too horrible. House hadn’t caught a new case so most of the day was just doing rounds in the ER, that being where you spent all your non-busy days. It was a 50/50 on if you preferred days like this over the hectic ones of being House’s lackey.

(It was definitely ER days always.)

Regardless after hours upon hours of stitching up wounds, prescribing medicine to the sick and having a new doctor shadowing you, it was time to head home. FInd some sort of peace in not having to take care of patients or anything.

“I’m going to make this new recipe I found for dinner tonight, you should come by.” James came up beside you as you got close to your car, fighting the way he wanted to put a hand on your back or over your shoulder. 

His jacket was tucked right up to his chin, nose red from the cold as you smiled, “I’ll see what I can do. I have to go to my apartment before I do anything. I have stains I don’t even remember getting on these clothes.”

James hesitated before nodding, “Okay, call me when you’re on your way?” He shifted the topic back to dinner, his eyes on you as you opened the driver door. 

“Yeah, will do, I’ll see you later James,”

“See you later, y/n.”

-

You had been over to James’ apartment plenty of times. But still, you got butterflies walking up the stairs. As if he would kick you out or you’d somehow knock on the wrong door. 

It was all a mental thing but every time you pushed through the slight anxiety it gave you and knocked. Usually he’d greet you at the door, give you a small and quick kiss before letting you inside. 

This time though you just heard the faintest “Come in.” Yelled through the door. As soon as the door was opened you could smell whatever it was he was making. 

“Y/n, come here, try this.” His voice came from the kitchen of course and before you could even say anything to him he was holding a wooden spoon out towards you. 

When you didn’t immediately open your mouth to try it he nudged forward slightly. “Okay, okay,” You were quick to mutter, taking the tiniest taste.

Instantly your eyebrows raised, “Holy shit, that’s delicious-“

“It’s this sauce recipe I found,” He happily went on about it, “Mediterranean. I’ve been trying to get it the last few days but I think this is it.”

James stirred the sauce, flinching slightly when you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“It’s really good,” You pressed your cheek against his back, letting out a light sigh. He smiled, turning to look down at you with his hands falling to cup your face.

The smile that grew on his face always happened to make your heart race, the gaze in his eyes just making you melt under the spotlight of it all. “Thank you.” And just like that you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

After dinner though, you were the first to stand, taking both of the dishes and heading to the sink to rinse them off. He was quick behind you, “You don’t have to do that you know.” James said, leaning onto the counter.

“It’s alright,” You shrugged faintly, “I don’t mind.” You added, using the sponge at the top of the sink to wet and wash the plate. That was the type of thing that made things work. The level of equity between the two of you in the small time you’d been together.

His face nuzzled into the crevice of your neck, slightly swaying as you finished up. A small smile broke out on your face at the addition to a soft hum that came from him. “Wasn’t aware you were a hummer.” You tease, his arms tightening as he laughed.

“Lots you don’t know about me.” He countered, peppering light kisses along your neck. Goosebumps rose in response, turning to face him as your arms went up and over his shoulders. Fingers looped into his hair.

Your head tilted to the side, holding him closer. “And I plan to learn each and every little thing. All of it.” You breathed out. All he could do in response was pressing his lips to yours, holding you closer before guiding you towards his bedroom.

As soon as the door closed you reached and pulled your shirt off, reattaching your mouth to his. His breath caught, the wind almost knocked out of him from the force of it. Your back hit the bed, along with a giggle, the night ending way better than you expected. 

You were startled awake to a knock on the door, groaning. There was an attempt to ignore it. Not wanting to get up at… too early to be awake… but it became insistent. James was somehow still passed out so your only response was to grab his shirt and pull it on befor getting up.

“Coming!” You yelled out, sighing as you tied back your hair, still buttoning the last few buttons when you opened the door. “Hell- oh no.” Your face fell, House standing on the opposite side with his cane raised.

His eyes of course couldn’t help glancing you over, eyebrows raised. “Morning.” Almost at a loss of real response. Footsteps came from behind you, Wilson tired in his pajama pants.

“Who is- oh.” Similar reaction to yours.

“Yeah, she said the same thing.” House stepped in, passing the two of you. A look of concern and shock was shared between James and you. The next smart step was for you to actually go and put real clothes on.

As soon as you were properly dressed though the conversation out there was bound to be awkward. Your worst fear was happening. Right now. In Wilson’s living room while you were pulling your jeans back on from the night before.

Part of you wanted to try and sneak out. Seriously, how hard could it be? House can’t run very fast and James was definitely too distracted by the other man being in the house that he probably wouldn’t even notice on his own anyway. 

Before you could act on the thought though, you took in a breath and gathered your thoughts. There was nothing actually wrong with this. Your relationship with James was none of House’s business and if he really had an issue then you’d talk it out.

Like adults.

Hopefully.

“Can’t you just be happy that I’m happy, House? Is that too much for you to handle in life?” James’ voice hit your ears before you saw him but the tone made your stomach flip. You knew the relationship the two had. 

Everyone was. Nobody would ever actually say it, outloud or to either of their faces but the fact that they are so disgustingly and concerningly dependant on one another that it left almost no room for anyone else.

But you needed there to be room. The way you felt about James wasn’t easy to explain. It made your palms sweaty, heart pound and face flush. Okay, maybe it could be called a simple high school crush that is actually dating the person they are into. 

Regardless of that fact, House wasn’t going to ruin it. You wouldn’t let him. Boss or not.

You peaked your head around the corner, hesitant at first before coming out with your arms crossed tightly. “Welcome back, would’ve thought you’d make a break for the door. Embarrassment and all that.”

“I’m not embarrassed, House.” You spoke so surely you believed yourself. And you weren’t. As said, your relationship with James was nothing to be embarrassed about. The only thing that was, was opening the door nearly naked to your boss.

“I could fire you.”

“But you won’t”

“Says who?” 

You tilted your head, arms still crossed. “Me. Cuddy. The fact that my personal relations have absolutely nothing to do with you, regardless of who the person is.” You retaliated. It was shocking to you even at the snip of your voice, but it was true.

Technically. 

Sure he could fire you for whatever reason he saw fit. Whether it was dating his best friend or not. “Jeez Wilson, how many dates and she’s got a mouth on her now?” House scoffed out, standing.

“Better watch out or she might start wanting to be called Mommy.” His lip cocked up as he spoke, James rolling his eyes.

“Oh don’t be an ass. None of this is your business!” He exclaimed and as if he for once in his life wasn’t in the mood to argue, House went towards the door.

He only stopped to turn and look at the two of you once more. “Call me when one of you needs a pick me up. I’ll be sure to not be there.” He said before leaving, the reason he even came still a complete mystery to both of you.

Your mouth was slightly gaped, a million and one bad outcomes filling it. “Hey, hey. It’s alright. It’s House he… well he could do a bunch of stuff but look, it’s going to be fine.” James tried to reason, tried to keep calm.

“And if it isn’t?”

“Then we’ll figure it out when we get there, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

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SteveTony Weekly - December 22 - Week 51

I’m at my parents for the holidays and I almost forgot today was Sunday! But here’s this week’s recs. Enjoy and be sure ot leave a comment/kudos if read--make a fic author’s whole holiday season :) 

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a steve rogers gift guide by meidui 

Even though Tony is well aware that Steve really doesn't want or need expensive things, he itches to spend money on him anyway.

what it looks like (from the outside) by isozyme

“I talked to Rogers,” Tony said. His tone was edged with wheedling — Tony was building up towards asking for something. “And now I need your opinion: what are your feelings on threesomes?”

“With Rogers?” Steve asked, surprised. Steve certainly — surely — probably — didn’t approve of threesomes. Even if Tony asked for it, in his haughty, affected way, the way that said it was all a joke until you said yes, Steve would — he wouldn’t say yes. He certainly wouldn’t have thought other-him would go for it.

“No, with a platypus,” Tony teased. “Yes, obviously, with Rogers.”

Commander Rogers from Earth 616 comes to visit Ultimates Steve and Tony. They have a threesome with feelings. That’s it, that’s the fic.

The Best Form of Flattery by inukagome15 

They say imitation's the best form of flattery. Steve would disagree, but then it's his fault for trying out Tony Stark's signature goatee style in the first place.

Metal and Glass (The April in Paris Remix) by Veldeia

On days like this, he could constantly feel the cold metal sitting heavily in his breast, a chill radiating outwards from it, turning into a bone-deep ache.

Zero to One by magicasen

Steve returns the Stones, comes back to 2023, names Sam the successor to Captain America, and sets off on his bike. Life is transient, and grief is all-encompassing, until Steve starts dreaming of Tony every night.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Ok this is super hard because I feel like I always mention the same fics for this kind of thing so I'm going to try limit myself to the past year.

Date night (buck/tommy) Bobby and Athena spot Buck and Tommy out on a date together. A little outsider POV-ish that I wrote in an hour and my first time really writing bucktommy AND bathena. I just really want Buck's pseudo parents to "officially" give Tommy their stamp of approval. I know we've already had the scene of Bobby approving, but I want Athena too - though judging by Angela smiling in that zoom interview when Oliver was talking about Buck's relationship with Tommy, we might just get it.

Buck's bisexual speedrun (buck/tommy) taking it slow? we don't know her. Buck and Tommy both going from 0 to 60 in their relationship in .02 seconds. The bucktommy brainrot is real, people. This was based on a post (or ask i don't remember) I saw in the tag where someone said the way things were going with them, Buck would probably show up to work one day soon and be like "Oh yeah Tommy and I got married in Vegas, my name is Kinard now. How was your weekend?"

Love online (tarlos) Luisa takes matters into her own hands to fix Carlos' love life. I just really liked the idea of interfering sisters - and the last line that I basically wrote the rest of the fic around.

Undercover (tarlos) A season 4 what if...? Where Carlos' big secret is him going undercover instead of his marriage to Iris. Inspired by this gifset of Rafa in some other show (I think) playing a barman. (I wanted to link it but the link on my AO3 is dead - the OP might have deleted it or something) This is a little older but I got a comment on this a few days ago asking for more. I'd kind of abandoned it/forgotten about it but it made me dig up the file on my computer and found a half finished next chapter, so I'm going to try (not making any promises) to update it in the not too distant future.

View from the taco truck (tarlos) My season 5 countdown exchange fic - TK and Carlos' relationship through the eyes of their favourite food truck vendor. The idea has been knocking around my head for ages and I finally (eventually) decided to write it... but I'm honestly not sure about it. it "sounded" better in my head (as usual). But thank you to everyone that's read it and liked it and left kudos or a comment!!

Thanks for including me ❤ I'm a little late to the party so I think all of my fic writing mutuals have done this by now. If you haven't and want to - consider this your 'tag'!

[romancemedia]

My Happy Marriage Season 2 Future Storyline

Now that Season 2 of My Happy Marriage has been confirmed, I have a pretty good idea about what to expect for the upcoming season in the new year.

Season 1 focused on the Light Novel Vols 1-2, introducing the main characters, concept and love story. Aside from introducing the basics, the main storyline was how several different families whether the Saimori, Usaba or Tatsuishi's were trying to tear Miyo and Kiyoka apart for their own benefits.

It's a safe bet that Season 2 will focus on Vols 3-4 where Miyo and Kiyoka face new challenges and milestones for their relationship.

Volume 3 focuses on Miyo and Kiyoka visiting the Kudo family estate and finally the long awaited introduction of Kiyoka's parents. During this time, Miyo is trying to gain the acceptance and approval of her future mother-in-law which is easier said than done. Meanwhile, this family visit also serves as a business trip for Kiyoka, who must take care of a new threat on the horizon.

Volume 4 focuses on Miyo being targeted by a new antagonist, Naoshi Usui who has a connection to her late mother. To be kept safe, Miyo must now accompany Kiyoka to work and Kaoruko, a female bodyguard has been assigned to protect her. Now Miyo must deal with a threat on her life, sexism and... jealousy when Kaoruko is revealed to be one of Kiyoka's previous marriage candidates!

I've read these stories and they are REALLY good so I'm happy to see they'll officially come to life in the anime next year. This is gonna be good. I can't wait for season 2 and I'm especially looking forward to all the new major milestones in store for Miyo and Kiyoka's love story. Trust me, you won't want to miss it!

[thecookie-monster8]

Okay where do I even start?? Such a beautifully portrayed relationship that leaves you craving for more in S2! Veer with Yashika was 'Veer Ahuja' the heir of Ahuja Properties but with Saba, he's Veer, just Veer. He's that Veer who doesn't mind going to a garbage dump eating Kulfi as long as he's with her. He's that Veer who finds Saba's hesitation when he kisses her cute ! He absolutely can't take his eyes off her and wipe away that little smile while talking to her.. All this while with Yashika, he's status oriented considering she's also on the same financial level plus their parents approve. He's never felt what intimacy is until that night in the swiming pool with Saba. He never knew how addictive a mere caress could be until she does that and boy he doesn't want her to stop... Yashika and Veer never loved each other and how would they anyway with status money and parents interfering constantly? It was always a relationship of convenience. He didn't call Yashika for comfort while visiting jail for his dad. He knew Saba was his go to person. The defeated look in Veer's eyes when he realizes the utter disappointment Saba felt watching him beat those people blue is when he knows she is all that will ever matter. Her silence mattered. Her walking away mattered.... all in all I'll always ship Veer and Saba because they need each other! Kudos to Zeyn and Madhyama for bringing them to life so effortlessly! I sincerely hope they don't do them dirty like they did Guzman and Nadia

[princess-ibri]

How would you reconcile the differing backstories of Scar from both the 90's book series and the Lion Guard tv series?

Well, fond as I am of the old books, honestly I'd probably go with the Lion Gaurd backstory. Naming your kid "soldier" (Askari) is a heck of a lot better then naming them "trash" (Taka) and I do think that Scar and Mufasa's parents were good--lions? People? XD

Also the writers seem to have done their research in crafting the backstory they did in referencing an interview with TLK director Rob Minkoff where he said he thought that "Scar" was a mean nickname given by Mufasa when they were younger and I will always give kudos to people doing research 👌

And hey, it gives more room for imagining an origin for that random mysterious evil lion and his snake friend (definitely getting some Weird Sisters from Macbeth vibes there which I also approve of given TLK's Shakespearen roots) who set Scar on the path to evil so why not xD

[anime-fan-05]

Hey, sorry to bother you but can you make more head cannons with Arata U please. 🥺

Can you right about a wedding or engagement?

Watashi no Shiawase na Kekkon ~Marriage~

Manga/anime: Watashi no Shiawase na Kekkon

Warnings: nothing

U. Arata

Know you're truly a special person if he has decided to dedicate his entire life to you forever

It'll probably be several years of engagement before he proposes to you and, speaking of that, his proposal will be done in an absolutely traditional way: after having had the approval of his grandfather, he'll go to your parents to personally ask them for your hand; after their blessing, he'll take you on a date, which will end in the garden of his -and soon also yours- villa, where he'll kneel down, gently taking your hand and asking you to be his wife

Your wedding will also be totally traditional: he'll wear the typical male wedding attire while you'll wear a Shiromuku with a Wataboushi on your hair; the ritual will be the Shinzenshiki one, and it'll be quite limited and reserved

Your marital relationship will be... interesting: his work forces him to be away from home, so unfortunately you two will only see each other early in the morning and in the evening for dinner; furthermore, you'll have to accept his very rigid behavior towards you, since he isn't very good at showing his true feelings and the strong affection he has for you, and his great devotion to Miyo, probably even greater than the one he has for you. However, you must not think he doesn't love you: he loves you very much, and taking care of Miyo is only his duty as a member of the Usuba family

I think he doesn't want to have children but, if you do, he'll be willing to have one (or two, if you look at him with puppy eyes)

If you didn't know, the Shinzenshiki is the Shinto wedding ceremony.

It begins with a small procession led by the bride and groom and followed by their closest relatives that begins outside the shrine. The group passes the Torii (the portal of the Shinto Temple) bowing and then performs ablutions to purify themselves before the start of the ritual; it isn't uncommon for this small procession to be accompanied by traditional Gagaku Music.

Then, the spouses and relatives are accompanied by the priest inside the room containing the altar and the tabernacle of the deity and, once everyone has taken their seats, making sure the bride's relatives are all seated on the left and the groom's relatives on the right, the priest carries out another purification ritual by waving branches of Japanese camellia or garlands of paper.

After that, the prayer begins and, after some invocations to the gods, the spouses can exchange cups filled with Sake of various sizes three times. This gesture, called San-San-Kudo, is the most important moment of the ceremony because it symbolizes the couple's union. It's followed by the exchange of rings, the wedding oath and the offering of a ritual sprig for the deities by the spouses.

After a dance by the Miko priestesses (the young women who work at the Shinto Temples), the ceremony ends with a toast for all participants.

Instead, regarding traditional clothes, the groom wears a Hakama (a kimono with a sort of trousers also used in kendou) and a very elegant Haori overcoat, both in dark colours; the bride wears a totally white formal dress called Shiromuku, and her hair is styled in the Bunkin Takashimada style, and on which two different types of white fabric headdresses can be found: the Tsunokakushi (the traditional Japanese headdress, consisting of a rectangular piece of white silk, which encircles the bride's head, traditionally worn to hide the horns of the bride's jealousy, as well as dampening her ego and selfishness, and which also symbolizes the bride's determination to become a sweet and obedient wife) or the Wataboushi (a sort of large and puffy hood, which covers the bride's head and hides the Tsunokakushi, usually made of white silk).

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[arrthurpendragon]

First off, I hope you get to feeling better soon ♥️

I’m never completely comfortable gushing about my stuff, but. Let’s go with two brand new babies.

Eudora Snape and Proteus Lestrange.

Eudora’s mom died when she was six so it’s just been her and her dad, and clearly he’s not overly affectionate so by the time school starts she’s rather self-sufficient. Their relationship only gets more strained as the years go by, especially after GoF.

Surprisingly her first friend, and her best friend, is Neville. She and the trio don’t really get along at first because of their dislike for Snape, but they realize she’s more like her mom than her dad and they get over it.

Her patronus is a blackbird.

Proteus is Bellatrix’s son. He grew up with the Malfoys and Narcissa thinks of him as more of a second son instead of her nephew, and he thinks of her as his mom. But after OoTP when Lucius is arrested, he’s sent to live with Andromeda.

The hat actually almost put him in Hufflepuff because he’s such a sweetheart, and as of right now his patronus is a draw between a black bear and a basset hound.

Eudora and her mom never really interacted with the Malfoys or the rest of Snape’s friends because her mom didn’t approve of their huge belief in blood supremacy. So, she assumes that after being raised in the same home that Proteus shares the same views, but he doesn’t. He’s always been very respectful to Mr. Weasley any time they’ve met, and he actually apologizes to Neville for what his parents did even though “it won’t change anything”.

OHHH!!! These sound interesting. Do we know Eudora's mother? Also, having to go live with Andromeda - interesting!

Kudos on the creativity going forward! :)

[quietzap]

So I've always enjoyed your reblogs of 911, I never actually watched it until very recently. I rmr watching Ryan in the boy next door and thought he was a good actor! Now, I've been seeing here and there what's happening in his personal life right now..can u tell me why him and the wife were toxic together? I'm so fkn nosy! 🤣🤣🤣

Glad you enjoy the reblogs! Fun fact, Oliver who plays Buck also auditioned for The Boy Next Door! And yess Ryan's such a good actor! iirc the original 911 showrunner specifically wanted him to play Eddie! (And Maddie was supposed to become his love interest but thankfully JLH wanted Chimney instead aha)

And well it's just that they weren't compatible to being with 😅 thing is she got pregnant only a few months after they started dating and Ryan had talked about how much he wanted children so yeah they stayed together and then they were gonna break up but she got pregnant again during the pandemic and they tried to make it work again (and got married at home 😅). Anyway, she's very into social media and he isn't (he's into painting and photography etc), she's into restrictive diets and excessive workouts to look a certain way and he isn't (he said he doesn't want to spend time and energy on what it takes to look like when he was younger, and she acknowledged that it's not easy to deal with her when she preps for her bodybuilding competitions). She seems to have certain values that don't align with his (I mean she does seem to be open-minded but she also loves guns and stuff). He's also made comments that make it sound like she's quite jealous and has to approve his female love interests on the show. And I rmbr he posted about how she taught him to focus on what he needs instead of what he wants even if it's hard bc it's worth it 😐 Also he was always showing her support with her endeavours and more recently her singing meanwhile at first she posted about the show but the last couple years she only praised his looks, like nothing about his artworks. And like, throughout their relationship every couple of months she'd be passive aggressive on her instagram about their relationship so everyone would know things weren't ok lol and she'd post pics without her wedding ring on, and Ryan would be more lowkey and delete pics of them/her as some kind of retaliation I guess (it seems being with her made him a bit childish, or maybe he just wasn't happy that she was public like this). And then they'd be ok again and praise each other lol anyway. Since the beginning of the year it was clear things weren't ok like she made a passive aggressive post on V-Day about how challenging it is to watch your partner grow and all basically saying they're growing apart lol, and he commented basically agreeing things were nightmarish 😅 and recently he'd been deleting a few posts here and there and she posted about getting rid of "dead ends that no longer serve" her (yikes). Then they posted an old family pic on their stories (I guess to mean they're still a family through the kids) and now they've both unfollowed each other and deleted all pics of each other etc. So I guess they're officially divorced now 🤷 so yeah it seemed Ryan tried to be another person with her at first to make things work and then as time went on he cared more about what makes him truly happy and that wasn't compatible with what makes her happy 🤷 So yeah as you can see this wasn't very healthy! But kudos to them for divorcing now and not staying together for decades just for the kids, it'll be much better for them to see their parents separated but happy than together but miserable!