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catwhispers0 · 2 months

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✧༝┉˚*❋ Silly Pickup Lines ❋*˚┉༝✧

Featuring -

Cyno, Al Haitham, Tighnari, Kaveh, Zhongli, Xiao, Scaramouche, Neuvillette, Wriothesley

gn reader - pronouns: you/your

Tw and authors note - might be a lil suggestive for some lines, i dont play genshin 😭😭 so if any of the characters are kinda goofy its cause im too poor for that game, ooc, bad grammar 😬 VERY LIGHTLY EDITED, annoying reader lol

minors shoo shoo as always

✧༝┉˚*❋ Cyno ❋*˚┉༝✧

“do you believe in love at first sight, or should i walk by again?”

finally, its my time to shine

“do you have a bandaid? because i scraped my knee falling for you.”

“are you a time traveler? because i see you in my future.”

“if we were socks, we would make a great pair.”

if anyone were nearby, they would be gone now. you would surely attract a crowd of people who appreciated the little pickup line competition more, if you werent in the middle of a library.

“are you a loan? because youve got my interest.”

“if you were a vegetable, youd be a cute-cumber.”

that was the breaking point of the poor librarian, who hoped you two would just stop on your own. but nothing could stop you before you could fluster cyno, and he could go all day and night before he would fluster you.

so, yea, yall got kicked out of the library, but at what cost? honestly, yall never stopped throwing terrible pickups at each other, much to the pain and disappointment of anyone around you (cough tighnari cough).

but depending on your strength against cynos charms, you may last either forever, or give cyno a new hobby of flustering you whenever and wherever he could.

✧༝┉˚*❋ Al Haitham ❋*˚┉༝✧

“do you have a name, or can i just call you mine?”

Al haitham just looked up from his book, confused.

“i have a name, did you really forget it?”

well this was odd, he thought you were smarter than this. forgetting his name, really?? of all the things you could forget, his name was one of the most, no, THE most offensive one.

maybe you tripped and hit your head on the way in. he didnt think you were the smartest person in sumeru, but surely you werent stupid enough to forget the scribes name.

“no, i know your name, but can i call you mine?”

he somehow found a way to look even more confused. ‘can i call you mine’ who is ‘mine’?? oh. wait. mine!!

by the time he finally realized, you walked away with a cheeky grin. he was left in the dust, flustered. and to think he thought you were dumb.

now, how was he going to work for the rest of the day?

✧༝┉˚*❋ Tighnari ❋*˚┉༝✧

“arent you tired of running through my mind all day?”

he put his head in his hands in defeat, dropping the papers he was working on. with his ears flat against his head, he groaned.

“...are you ok nari?”

“no.”

“...”

after a moment, he looked up at you. he had a disappointed, dead-panned expression. his ears were still flat and he just stared at you, ridiculing you in awkward silence.

he thought he would only have to deal with one idiot in a life time. why were you so..? annoying? no, thats not it. alluring? maybe… he didnt understand how through all of the shenanigans you pull him through, all the terrible jokes and one liners, youve sill managed to capture his heart and let him keep you around. so yea, alluring.

“... do you wanna hear another one?”

*sigh* “sure, but only if its good.”

his reluctance was apparent in his voice, but the agreement was a good sign.

you gave it a beat of time to dig through your head for a clever one that would sweep tighnari off his feet.

“i think i need to see an optometrist, because i cant keep my eyes off of you~.”

“...”

“...” “get out.”

“...ok”

✧༝┉˚*❋ Kaveh ❋*˚┉༝✧

“i must be in a museum, because youre a work of art.”

The architect nearly chokes on his drink and spits it out. you scramble to help him out of concern though there was little you could do in the first place.

so pat him on the back awkwardly as he endeavors his coughing fit. sometime through the hacking, you notice it has shifted to laughter.

“what are you laughing about?? are you ok??”

“-yea, im fine, you are just too cute! you caught me off guard.”

with this, he picked you cheek adoringly. you gave him an incredulous look, this man really choked on his drink and now he demeans you? absolutely not.

you turn on your heel and walk away after giving him a look of a mix of disappointment and exasperation.

he follows quickly after to try and pester you for the rest of the day on ‘how adorable you are’.

✧༝┉˚*❋ Zhongli ❋*˚┉༝✧

“are you a geo user, because you rock my world! *wink*”

a small smile and a giggle does little to hide his growing flush. he looks away for a moment, letting your words settle in the air.

why did you have to be so cute? and you look at him expectantly - waiting for a reaction. you didnt think he would fall that easily, hm?

-though, he does appreciate a challenge.

sure, hes heard plenty of one-liners in his time, most when and about his dragon or archon forms. but he didnt expect you to exchange one with him, he doesnt know what to do or how to feel.

“you are something, my dear. are you hungry? its about time for my lunch break, i thought you wouldnt mind the offer, seeing as you seem to want to sweep me away so badly.”

“something?”

what was that supposed to mean? a good something or a bad something? his reaction did little to answer, but you took him up on his offer. maybe tomorrow you would get him.

gotta keep that old man on his toes afterall.

✧༝┉˚*❋ Xiao ❋*˚┉༝✧

“are you an adeptus, because youve reached a depth of my heart.”

at first, Xiao thought it was some adepti pun, but as the day went on, he wasnt so sure.

it had become such an issue, the yaksha had began pacing around with his finger to his chin and a furrowed brow.

he was overthinking it, he knew that, but he needed to know what it meant to be in a “depth of your heart”. did you mean it as friendly dialogue? or was there something more…?

was this a sign? a hint? a clue? a puzzle? he didnt know. how could you do this to him, what is he supposed to make of this?

could you have put him in a depth of your heart that noone else was? Perhaps it was wishful thinking. archons, why were mortals so complicated?!

by the time he had worked himself up to confront you about the issue that plagued his heart, the sun set and the stars had risen.

‘maybe tomorrow then, ill let you rest for now.’ he thought as he watched you sleep peacefully, protected.

✧༝┉˚*❋ Scaramouche ❋*˚┉༝✧

“im not a photographer, but i can picture us together.”

*silence*

“scara?”

“no.”

“what?”

“no, you are not doing this.”

aaaand he walks away…

as much as you try to talk to him after that, he avoids you. it doesnt last long though, maybe 2-3 days.

still, not very nice. you knew he wasnt the best person in the communication department, but wow.

anytime you tried to bring it up, he would shoot it down or avoid confrontation.

how nice would it be if he would just tell you if he was uncomfortable with teasing like that?

with all the teasing he makes you go through, you would think he could endure some himself. maybe he wasnt used to it though, or maybe you connection with him didnt abide by the rules of hypocracy.

maybe you should shun him back? a taste of his own medicine.

so thats how you ended up with indigo eyes piercing into you soul. as soon as you gave him any hint of a cold shoulder, his disappeared.

hes a stubborn man, he wont just go talk to you like a normal person. and all this over a cheesy pickup line.

its more than that though, the way he treats you is much more that what he can handle himself. be gentle on him, he doesnt know these things.

he doesnt know this feeling that arises every time he looks at you, when you say his name in that pretty voice of yours, the faces and reactions you make that are too precious for anyone else to see.

so when you hit him with a one-liner, maybe the feeling is too unbearable for the guy.

go reassure him, he needs it.

✧༝┉˚*❋ Neuvillette ❋*˚┉༝✧

“your lips look lonely, can mine keep them company?”

Neuvillette nearly dies on the spot. this is the most romantic gesture hes ever heard of - he loves poetry, you know.

“why of course, my love.”

okay

okay, you just kissed the chief justice of fontaine. wow wow wow cool cool okay dont freak out.

his face is still so close to yours - hairs away. his eyes meet yours, full of love and adoration.

his lips are still parted, you can feel his breath against your lips.

they were soft and gentle. would he mind if you went in for another? surely not..?

and just amd you closed your eyes, they were startled open. a melusine opened the door and interrupted your moment.

oh well, how could you be mad when the look neuvillette snuck you screamed 'meet me again and we can pick up where we left off'.

✧༝┉˚*❋ Wriothesley ❋*˚┉༝✧

“you should lock yourself up, ya know, stealing is prohibited. “

he plays along immediately, smiling, but doesnt lift his eyes from his paperwork.

“and i am so very sorry for your lunch, perhaps you could let me go with a fine, my generous love?”

your lunch? oh, hes gonna pay for this! you didnt even know about it until now, too!

“my lunch?! what did you do to it?!”

he looks up finally.

“you dont know? oh well never mind dont think about it, love. its for… the better…”

how mysterious. if you could deadpan him harder, you would.

“...so, what else did i steal?”

the audacity.

“well if you have to know, it was going to be cute and romantic, i was going to say you stole my heart but you can just give it right back, along with your lunch.”

and you walk away, off to check where you put your food.

some wishful thinking said that he was just joking for a bit, but knowing him, you cant always be sure…

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belovedwhore · 1 year

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pretty boy pt 5

ethan landry x reader

warnings: smut, little bit of plot, “nipple play”, masturbation (m!receiving), dirty talk, thigh riding, lowkey sub ethan

notes: oh my god hey guys. i’m sorry i’ve been mia, it’s been a long week but i cracked this bad boy out for y’all so hopefully you enjoy it, i’m too tired to proofread so i apologize for any typos. i tried to lessen the amount of plot and get to the good stuff ;)

also i think the next part will be my last for this series because i wanna write other like pov of ethan in different scenarios so im gonna try to wrap this up. enjoy!!

pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5, pt 6

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for the next couple of days you and than found anytime to hang out. whether you were skipping class or making tara and chad hang out so you could spend your time with ethan, you made it happen. every since he gave you head the last time, it’s like he can’t stop. he was quite literally pussy whipped for you, the way you moaned out as he devoured your clit, the endless praises you’d give him, calling him pretty boy, he didn’t said a chance. it got to the point where he could get himself off grinding on the bed with his head in between your legs, attacking your cunt. he’d groan when you’d slip your fingers through his curls, gripping his hair as you came closer to your unraveling.

chad had left to go the gym and afterwards he had class so he wouldn’t be back until much later. you came over shortly after he left to hang out with ethan. it wasn’t just sex, you enjoyed his company too but god the sex was good. well not “sex” by definition. you hadn’t fucked yet, and he hadn’t really complained about it. even thought you’ve been with each other in every possible way he still shyed away at the deed. he was just simply happy to be involved in any way which somehow made him even hotter.

you came over in a pair of baggy sweats and an oversized, just some stuff you pulled out of your closet, ‘easy to get out of’ pieces. you laid next to ethan on the couch as he sat watching a lecture and jotting down notes. he was wearing some athletic shorts and a tshirt with a random logo on it. you guys may or may not have skipped some classes to be able to hang out with each other without the rest of your friends in close proximity. and may or may not be required to watch these online lectures for review.

“do we reallyyy need to watch this ethan, i’m bored,” you whined kissing up his neck. you couldn’t care less about biology 101. i mean who gives a fuck.

“we missed class, we have to do this,” he replied shifting in his seat as you still trailed kisses over his chest. he struggled to focus on the video when he felt your lips on his skin. he loved kissing, his biggest turn on you learned. he’d always kiss you whether you just came on his tongue or swallowed a load of his. he was addicted to your lips. and the way he looked after a long kiss, lips soft and plump waiting for more. he was struggling to resist you now, eyes fluttering shut.

“i mean technically only one of us needs to be paying attention,” you whispered into her ear. you nibbled his earlobe playfully as you continued to tease him. you could see he processing what you said.

“you’re not w-wrong,” he faltered as your hands traveled under his shirt over the ridges on his stomach, “but i can’t focus when you’re kissing me and touching me.”

“ok, then i won’t,” you shrugged sitting back into your spot.

he quietly groaned at the absence of your lips and touch on his skin, “the thing’s almost over, then i’m all yours.” he leaned over and kissed you softly, lips molding together as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth lightly before pulling away. he hadn’t even realized this just spurred you on modern but he’d readjusted timely, refocusing on the video before him. you sighed loudly next to him, slightly exaggerating to draw his attention. he wouldn’t budge though, smiling in your direction, still working on you guys’ notes.

“i’ll be right back,” you quipped before hopping off the couch to head to the bathroom. you couldn’t watch this boring ass lecture any longer and you couldn’t stop thinking about ethan. you eventually decided to take matters into your own hands. before leaving the bathroom you took off your sweatpants, revealing your black panties that hugged your waist under your shirt. you walked back into the room, noticing his eyes on you from the second you walked in.

“where um where are your pants,” he asked dumbfounded. you’d broken his focus from your assignment.

“it’s a little warm in here,” you shrugged sitting down right next to him swinging one of your legs over his own, spreading then so lightly to expose your clothed core. he glanced down quickly before looking up again clenching his jaw.

you reached between your legs, circling your clothed clit. you let out a sharp breath as you brushed the bundle of nerves. you reached to palm one of your tits over your shirt, kneading the mound. the stimulation was enough for you to let out another gasp as you played with your nipple. your shirt tickled your hardened nipples sending shocks to your core. you breath grew heavier as you sped up your fingers on your clit, closing your eyes as you felt your panties grow wet with your arousal.

ethan couldn’t take it any longer, he let out a huff, “fuck.” shutting off the tv and tossing the remote somewhere in the room he embraced you quickly. he kissed you roughly, holding your face to his forcing his tongue into your mouth. he’d almost sucked all the breath out of you. you climbed over his lap, pressing your wet center onto his growing erection. he bucked his hips as you grinded on him, kissing his neck softly. he could feel your arousal through your panties. you felt his hands creep up your legs, groping your ass under your shirt. they soon moved to your thighs, and closer to your center until you stopped him.

“no, you had your chance and you wanted me to wait,” you said after pulling away from the kiss, “remember only one of us has to be focused.” you shifted your position so you were now only straddling one of his legs, his bare thigh directly under your mound.

“cmon you know we have to catch up on this class, i’m ready now,” he pleaded, looking down between the two of you at your cunt glistening with arousal. you pulled your top over your head exposing your bare chest to him. your hardened nipples poked out massively, erect from the stimulation. you brought his hands to your chest and he kneaded your boobs, capturing your nipple in his mouth. he nibbles on the bud, soothing the pain with licks over the mound.

“so i’m gonna focus on me,” you whispered into his ear as you lowered yourself onto his thigh, gasping at the feeling of your clit on his sculpted thigh, “a-and you can watch, but no touching.” you moved his hands away from your chest and placed them by his side. he looked at you in awe as you started to move back and forth on his thigh, your arousal slicking his skin. you played with your clit as you rocked your hips on his leg, feeling the pressure build in your core.

honestly ethan may have been enjoying this more than you, his breath hiked with your own. the feeling of your cunt on his thigh made him rock hard. when he flexed you could feel his muscle massaging you core, causing you to whine out and move faster. his eyes were trained on your cunt moving back and forth, breathing heavy. you wanted more from him, needed more.

“l-look at me,” you cooed, he looked at you, watching as your eyes screwed shut at the feeling of his bare skin between your folds, “you know what i want you to do.”

“touch yourself,” you said, “i wanna see you fuck your hand, and i want you to think about me.”

you kissed him harshly, biting his lip as you pulled away and rested your forehead against, “can you do that pretty boy?” he nodded as he pulled his cock out of his boxers and began to pump his length. his tip had already been oozing precum as it glistened under his touch. you spat between the two of you, your saliva falling onto his cock, lubricating it as he pumped faster, tightening his grip around his length. you followed his rhythm. as he fucked his length faster, you rode his thigh harder, coming closer and closer to your orgasm.

“what does it feel like baby,” you asked breathlessly while you relentlessly fucked yourself on his leg.

“tight,” he groaned, looking down at your cunt gliding across his thigh, “and wet.” he whimpered as he jerked on his cock harder. “y-you wanna know how you feels,” you moaned, “hard.” he groaned as you described your feelings to him explicitly. “feels like i’m gonna cum all over you any s-second, fuck.”

you could hear your slick on his skin, along with the noises of ethan fisting his cock and it sent you over the edge. eyes screwed shut you gasped as you released your arousal all over. you clenched around his leg, riding his thigh through your finish. rambling about how good he felt and how good he was listening to your instructions, “ethan y-you’re so good, so good for me.” you opened your eyes only to find he hadn’t finished yet, he was still jerking himself off, eyes on your cunt. you could tell he was close as his hips bucked into his fist and his breathing became sloppy.

“you know what i thought of while i came all over you,” you whispered as you wetly kissed all around his neck, “your cock inside me, big, stretching me all out.” he groaned at your words, increasing his pace even more to reach his orgasm.

his eyes were screwed shut now, focused on cumming. he hummed as you spurred him on with your dirty words, teasing and taunting him, “imagine my cunt wrapped around your pretty cock,” you spoke, “can you feel me?”

“mhmm,” he whimpered, “oh shit.” his orgasm ripped through him as he came hard into his hand and onto your stomach. he shuddered underneath you, jaw clenched as he experienced his high. he’d never felt anything like it. he felt weak, breathing heavy as you sat smiling at him, looking at the mess the two of you made. you kissed him softly, tangling your fingers in curly hair.

“can’t wait until you fuck me pretty boy,” you giggled into his ear. when you pulled away ethan was bright red, still shy of your bluntness. regaining his composure he realized, “we’re uh- we’re gonna need to clean up before chad gets back.”

“ok, but chad won’t be back anytime soon,” you bet, “it hasn’t been that long.”

seconds later you heard three knocks on the door.

“ethan, i forgot my keys again can you let me in?,” chad yelled.

“oh i guess it has been that long,”

“oh shit”

#scream fanfic #ethan landry #smut #ghostface #scream #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #no plot whatsoever

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florence-nomachine · 5 months

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heyy saw that you take requests again xx

i NEED some william/steve fluff nothing in particular its really up to you🥹

im so soft for him😭

A/N: Hi Anon, TY for the ask! I went with the Steve persona just because I feel he's a little nicer (despite the obvious XD). This is more of a drabble but I hope you like it! :)

Working in the public sector was extremely tiring, especially now, at the turn of the millennium, where more people were beginning to lose their jobs to computer software that was slowly on the rise. Luckily, you had Steve, one of the career counsellors at the local governance department, to help you sift through the workload.

Steve had been in the business longer than you (considered a ‘vet’), and had even won an award for ‘Social Worker of the Year’. Higher ups respected him, colleagues invited him to work dinners, and you certainly liked him - which was why you’d spent time in the office into the late hours of the night. It was 11:30PM when you’d both decided to call it a night, switching off the desk lamps and shutting down the copiers, completely oblivious to the fact that it had begun to snow outside.

“Damnit..” you muttered as you tried to start the engine of your car, desperately wanting to get home, make a warm mug of cocoa, and fall asleep. It seemed the universe had other plans, as no matter what you did the car didn’t start - and to make things worse, the sheer cold had caused your key to get stuck, ultimately breaking off in the ignition.

You were screwed.

A knock on your window signalled that help had arrived. It was Steve, painted with a warm smile spread across his cheeks, accentuating his dimples.

“Need a hand?”

You weren’t entirely sure why he hadn’t dropped you home, but you knew that you were far too tired to care. You woke up on a chequered, albeit slightly worn yet comfortable couch with a blanket draped over you. What struck you the most was the fact that you were still in the majority of your clothes from the day before, but your top had been replaced with a large jumper, which smelled faintly of black coffee.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything,” a voice chuckled, and Steve strolled into the living room holding two mugs. He looked like a different person entirely - dressed in a sweatshirt rather than a button up, cosy socks and slightly ruffled hair.

“You used the bathroom before you crashed last night,” he continued, placing a mug down onto the coffee table. “That’s how you got the sweater. It’s a little stained, but it’s all good,”

“Oh,” you said, rubbing your eyes. What time was it? “Thanks…”

“I hope this isn’t weird,” he said, smiling down at you as he perched himself on the armrest, sipping his own drink. “Gas was low, and the roads were icy…It just made sense to come here, you know?”

You nodded, savouring the taste of the drink on your tongue. It was your favourite; Steve had clearly remembered it from all those mornings at the office.

“I get it,” you shrugged. “Your couch was kinda comfy, actually…I won’t be long, I know you’re not a big fan of having people over…” you finished, pulling yourself from your slumber. Steve may have been a well-liked guy, but he’d always been rather shielded when it came to his personal life.

Instead of being met with rejection, the man shook his head and raised his hand.

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled. “Half of the office has called in. It’s basically a day off,”

You raised your eyebrows and stared at the man in shock. Days off were basically foreign, let alone to someone as hardworking as Steve. Glimpsing out of the window, you could see that the snow had settled; a thick white layer lined neatly on top of the man’s car. Considering yours was still down at the office, and travel was likely dangerous, it meant that you were going to spend a whole day at his house. Just the two of you.

The thought made your heart flutter. Steve was rather attractive; mature, bright eyed, and most importantly, divorced. You wondered if your feelings for him were mutual, but judging by the way he was staring at you, you got the idea.

“Are you sure you’re gonna want me around?” you teased, smirking. “Work and home life doesn’t mix…”

“I’ll take my chances…” he whispered, gaze unwavering as he walked over to the small fireplace opposite, lighting it so that it produced a few embers before joining you on the sofa, his long legs and large frame taking up most of the space. Whilst some may have found this claustrophobic, you found it rather inviting. There was something about him that was cuddly.

He lifted up his arms, and you instinctively snuggled under him, burying your face in his chest as he lazily flicked through the channels of the television. It was an unexpected, yet perfect start to your winter.

If you were lucky, you’d spend the rest of your seasons like this.

#william afton x reader #steve raglan x reader #florence writes!!#my asks #request fill

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wandas-lovey · 11 months

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I’m being delulu so i started wondering (¡again!) what life with five would be post-season 3. But like…he’s a teacher in this…

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* after all his siblings left when Reggie reset the universe you’re left with a mopey five

* you’re both pretty sad the first couple of days having just lost the people you love most :(

* but we don’t have time to be sad we need to get jobs!!!

* im gaslighting myself into believing that five and you have a place to stay the first night in the new timeline instead of being homeless 💀

* five becomes a teacher in the new timeline and you can’t convince me otherwise

* and what do you know!! you become a teacher too :D

* five would definitely teach math while you’d teach history (cuz you traveled through time when working with the commission, idk just go with it)

* while your classes may be a bit hard for the students you two are definitely the schools favorite teachers!!

* i mean why wouldn’t you be? the students can’t get enough of the two mysterious young teachers who showed up out of nowhere in the middle of the school year….

* you two definitelyyyy didn’t threaten the previous math and history teachers to quit their jobs or else they’d be dead by nightfall

* I just know many students are crushing on you BOTH. have you seen yourself lately? You look great ;)

* you both find it funny tho cuz they believe they’re crushing on teachers who are in their early 20s when it’s actually two 50 year olds in their younger bodies

* you two wouldn’t be the type to eat lunch with the rest of the faculty. you’d eat together in each other’s classroom enjoying your time together even if it’s for a short time

* five’s the type of boyfriend/teacher who interrupts your class for the dumbest reasons just cuz he wants to see you :,)

“can i borrow your stapler for a minute?”

“i’m in the middle of class right now”

“Yes I’m aware but i need to finish stapling the students review packets”

“you bought a stapler yesterday…”

“yeah but yours works better”

“OUT!!!”

*your students definitely find it cute :)

* after witnessing playful banter between the teachers that was a little too ~flirtatious~ the students get suspicious of what’s actually going on between their math and history teacher

* “are-are you and mr.hargreeves together..?”

* up until this point neither of you have confirmed to your students what your relationship was with each other

“unfortunately we are” you say with a smile on your face

*after confirming your relationship that day, your students spent the rest of the class asking you all types of questions about your relationship

“how did you and mr.hargreeves meet??”

“how long have you been together?”

“did you ask him out first or did he ask you?”

“why did you wait this long to tell us??”

*when your classes switch out and head to their next class with mr.hargreeves they try and pester him too about your relationship

“why aren’t you married yet?!?”

“ oh wow. i didn’t realize that was any of your business”

* you two are the kind of teachers to always be chosen to be chaperones for school dances.

*five definitely complains the entire night about being tired and wanting to go home

*who could blame him. watching over teenagers for hours making sure no one’s bumping uglies is exhausting

“how much longer till we can leave? This music’s awful. I’d rather throw myself off a building than be here.”

“Five…we just got here”

“What’s your point?”

*after a long night of watching over whore-knee kids, you head home ending the night with curling up on the couch and falling asleep in each other’s arms while The Breakfast Club plays in the background

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i have no clue how to fucking end this 💀

also this shit ain’t proofread

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #five tua #five the umbrella academy #tua season three #five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves headcanons #five hargreaves x you

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mina-saiyat · 9 months

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Twice Interactive Story Part 1205

No Problem (Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo)

'Welcome to the Incheon International Airport…’

It’s been days after the prince withdraw his proposal, and after the Myoui’s family finally accepted you as Mina’s boyfriend, you feel more stress for acting a perfect boyfriend in front of them. Luckily, they are quite satisfying you, although Mina still needs to stay at Japan for a while, you have to prepare the establishment of the Korean Division of the Myoui, so you back to Korea alone. You still remember how demanding Mina was last night, she sneaks into your room at night and drained you.

‘Pump a baby in Minari… Ah… Give Minari all of your cum, I am your boss now…’ Mina’s moan still occupying your mind, she is really jealous that Jihyo gonna have you as she still in Japan. You spend your time on plane to plan what you should do for the new company with your tired body, Mina’s dad is correct, Mina is just too inexperienced for in charging a regional department, which means most of the job are done by you.

You are too tired from the work and you just wanna back home. But you spot a familiar face, its Nayeon and Jeongyeon, it seems they are going for a travel.

You open up your phone and call Nayeon. "So where are you and Jeongyeon going? On a vacation?" You ask while watching her. You plan on telling her to look in you direction while you tease her.

You could not forget Nayeon’s shocked face when she sees you, she ends the call immediately.

'What are you doing here? Why are you keep stalking around me?’ Nayeon texts you right after she ends the call.

'I didn’t plan anything, it’s just the fortune that we meet today. I just comeback from my business trip.’ You reply and start walking to her. ‘That’s not my plan, really.’ You keep explain to her

'Maybe we can talk a little bit, without Jeongyeon? You know she is kind of…’ You point to a café nearby while looking at her.

'No! How dare you?’

'I am just joking, see you next time, Nayeon.’ You turn around and leave.

Seeing you have offline and really leaving, Nayeon was triggered, she has no way to release her anger that you made after you leave. ‘

Nayeom booms the message to you. ‘Yah! Who are you to treat me like that?’

'I am Im Nayeon, there are many guys that approaching me. Who do you think you are?’

'Why can you bully me like that?’

'Nabong, you ok? You seems so angry.’ Jeongyeon asks.

'Yeah, Jeongyeon. I am ok. I just want to go to toilet, help me keep my bag.’ Nayeon says as she leave her seat.

Seeing Nayeon leaves for toilet, Jeongyeon just sighs, of course she knows Nayeon is going for you, as you are the one who can make Nayeon become so emotional. ‘She takes out the phone and texts you, ‘Why can’t you stop disturbing Nayeon?’

You standing next to the column, and watch Nayeon walking around, you smile, you know she is under your control. You wave at her and tell her follow you, you plan to take her to your car again, a more private place that won’t disturb by others. Your head suddenly feel pain, but you thought you are just less of rest.

Nayeon pretends nothing happens and keep following you, but she stopped right in front of your car. She may not recognize it, as it is a new car you just brought days before your Japan trip, it’s much expensive than the previous one.

This is one of the most significant change that she can witness, when you two first start dating, you could not the rent in Seoul, you are jobless for almost a year after graduation, and the cash balance of your account could barely match her salary.

She has always being next to you and cheering you up during your hardest time, and then you get your first job, your first car and then your first house. It seems she is suffering your toughest time with you, but she cannot enjoy when you succeed.

Nayeon stun for a second, and eventually get on your car.

You secretly lock the door when Nayeon gets in, ‘There would not have a lot of people here, and the glass is transparent, they won’t see what we are doing here.’

‘What do you want again?’ Nayeon still act cold, seems already forgetting what you two talked in the ice cream shop.

"Nothing, really. I just wanted to tease you a little. You're acting so cold. Did you forget our talk last time?" You ask while poking her side. You look at her and pinch her cheek. "Have you been well?"

Nayeon’s face still so cold despite you try to act close. ‘I am well when you are not here, I can do what I wanna do.’ Nayeon starts to loss her temper, and turns around, only leaving her beautiful side face to you.

‘You really wanna like that?’ You tease her again.

‘What?’ Nayeon refuse to comply you, staring at you and say impatiently.

At the moment she finishes, your face in her eyes become much bigger as you approach her quickly, not giving her time to respond.

Nayeon instantly tense her neck and want to get away from you, the hot air you breath can hit on each other’s face, Nayeon’s heart booming like crazy, and she is just so nervous, she wants to yell but she just cant make a sound.

‘If you do what you wanna do, then I will do what I wanna do too.’ You smirk and look right into her eyes, kiss her lips lightly. You feel you are suffering from the pain, but all your focus is on Nayeon now.

Nayeon has no way to escape in the car, so she grabs the handle behind her and tries to leave. But the door was locked.

You keep teasing her’ I have locked the door.’

Seeing she has exposed, her face become more red, and the silence remains in the car. And Nayeon finally explodes. ‘Yah SI Ba’ She starts hitting your body and one of her hand squeezes your waist, making you moan painfully. You two have dated for a long time, so you two know the weakness of each other’s body so well.

You caress her neck, slowly moving one hand down to her chest. You push your tongue past her lips when you feel her resolve weaken. "Just relax, Nayeon. You wanted this before."

Nayeon slightly pushes you away when you are kissing her, you know she just pretending to resist you, if she really oppose it, you know she would bite your tongue at the first moment she could react. You end the kiss quickly, not wanting to ignite her anger, her face is red, but she squeezes your waist again.

‘Yah, why are you squeezing my waist when you angry every time? It hurts.’ You pretends to be poor, trying to ger her sympathy.

‘Then you should not make me angry!’ Nayeon still feels not enough and try to squeeze you again.

You catch her hands and kneel your head‘I am sorry.; You immediately apologize as you don’t want to suffer from the pain again.

Hearing your apologize, Nayeon moves away her hands. You reveal your clothes and heck your waist, there is already bruise on it. You look at Nayeon again, there is one moment that you want to punish her but you hold on.

You try to go on a more comfortable tone, “What if Momo sees it. I should tell her its because of you?’ You keeping looking at your waist and her, trying to tease her.

‘Its none of My business, just because you keep triggering me.’ Nayeon crosser her arm, surprised by your shameless.

‘Yeah, I am sorry.’ You know what she wanna hear so you say sorry again.

‘Are you still mad with me now?’ You ask carefully’ I thought we solve it at the ice cream shop..’

‘I never forgive you.’ Nayeon stares at you directly. ‘You know I don’t want to…’

‘I know’ You stop her ‘You know I won’t let go.’ You look at her with a staunch eyes.

Nayeon turns around as she does not have the courage to directly face you. How would she not understand what you want, everything happens after your break up is making you leave a deeper impression in her heart, instead of leaving her heart like a pair of normal broken up couple.

‘So what can we do? Tell me what can I do? What can Momo do? What can your other girlfriends do?’ The long term effort of you has make her hate and opposing attitude start to ease, but it doesn’t mean she is accepting you.

‘Trust me, Nayeon. Just Trust me. I will take care of everything. I am not the old me already.’ You say to her confidently. But the pain in your head is becoming more significant, you tense your whole body to pretend you are alright.

‘Talking cannot solve anything.; Nayeon says peacefully.

‘But trust is important, especially for couple… friends’ You change the words after seeing Nayeon stares at you.

‘If nothing else I will leave now.’ Another result-less meeting makes her feel tired.

‘Not angry now?’ You asks carefully, you would stop her when it is normal, but your headache forced you to let her go.

‘I am not angry, I just wanna thanks god that you are not bringing trouble to me again.’ Nayeon looks helpless and slightly shakes her head. Admitting she is not angry anymore means that she is overthrowing herself, but she knows if she says she is angry you won’t let her go.

Hearing her answer makes you feel relax, your pain seems taking over your body, you grab her hand and rub her fingers, missing how her hands feel like. ‘Enjoy you trip with Jeongyeon.’ You farewell her.

‘I will…’ Nayeon answers and try to free her hand from yours with a light movement.

You pull her in and kiss her cheek before unlocking the door for her. You'll watch her walk away before starting Your drive to Mina's home. The pain in your head is still there, and you decide to just rest when I get there.

But you didn’t make it, the last you see before you blackout is Nayeon’s worried face. She seems like she is screaming but you cannot hear it.

Your consciousness was in a muddle, and you fell into a dark and boundless world. You don't know how long it took. The consciousness gradually became clear from the darkness.

Faint voices could be heard coming from all directions. "The patient hasn't woken up yet. According to the seriousness of his illness, he should at least rest for a week, and we'll check the exact time after he wakes up."

"Pay attention to a light diet, and don't give him any irritating foods."

"Kimchi is not acceptable."

You were hazy, your eyes gradually opened a gap, and the lights on the ceiling were a little dazzling, which made you frown uncontrollably.

The field of vision in front of you gradually expanded, and the double images in front of your eyes gradually overlapped and stabilized, finally becoming real.

You felt uncomfortable all over your body, and your body was so weak that you couldn't use your strength. The needle inserted in the back of your hand was injecting fluid, and you could clearly feel the drip of liquid being slowly injected into your arm. You were lying flat on the hospital bed, you could only see the empty ceiling. You tried to raise your neck to look at your surroundings.

Your light movement alarms Momo, she let out an overjoyed voice 'Honey', fixed her eyes on you who had just woken up. Nayeon 's face shows a complex emotion when she hears Momo calling you honey.

Your eyes were tense, you bit your lip slightly, and your breathing slowed down. Momo's cry instantly attracted the attention of others, and they stopped talking with the nurse and turned their heads to look. You felt very uncomfortable at this time, physically uncomfortable, so when you saw the three sitting beside your hospital bed, you didn't have the mind to think about any messy intrigue. Seeing you struggling to lift your head, the nurse stepped forward and put a pillow behind your head so that you could lie comfortably.

You blink a few times and look at each of them for a few seconds before closing your eyes and pretending to be unconscious again. It's only after they nudge you that you open your eyes again. "So, how's everyone doing?" You say after not being able to come up with anything else to say.

Momo hugs your arm and leans to you, 'I am so worried, baby. I am really so afraid you would leave me.' Momo sounds like she is going to cry. You noticed Nayeon acts unnatural when she sees Momo acts so close with you.

You pat her head to comfort her and ask,' What exactly happens to me?'

'The doctor said your body is so intense for the last few days, and after the stress is gone, your body is too tired, so you gone back out.' Nayeon answers slowly.

'You still can't take care of yourself? You are an adult already.' Jeongyeon glazing you. 'You ruin my trip with Nayeon.'

'If he is awake then we should leave some place for the cheaters.' Jeongyeon says as she keeps glazing at you and Momo. Momo hugs you tighter when she feels Jeongyeon's anger.

'Jeongyeon, let's stay for a little longer. I want to talk to Dahyun, too.' Nayeon answers

You pat Momo's back. "Well, thank you for getting me here, Nayeon. I'm sorry for causing you trouble. You too, Jeongyeon." After a little bit, you look to Momo. "Momo, you can let me go now. I'm not dying."

'I feel disgusting when I stay in the same room with cheaters. I will wait for you outside, Nabong.' Jeongyeon says as she leaves the room.

You drink a little of water that Momo feeds you, but you still feel weak.' Thank you. I don't know what will happen if you are not sending me to the hospital.'

Nayeon bites her lips. 'No need to thanks, no matter who gets down, I will send him to the hospital.' You sit between Momo and Nayeon, trying to start some conversations to end the embarrassing atmosphere.

'Maybe I should get some rest during work next time, haha.' You look at them and say.

'Don't push yourself too hard, I will be there for you.' Momo hugs you again, and her worried face makes you realize how much she loves you. You feel so warm.

Seeing you two acting close in front of her, Nayeon feels unwell, but she keeps it in her heart. At this moment, the nurse comes back with the form and hand it to Nayeon, 'You are his girlfriend, right? Please sign the form.' Nayeon keeps silence and sit stills. Momo glazes between Nayeon and the form. You know it's time for you to come out, so you tell Nayeon to give the form to you and sign yourself.

The nurse reminds you something that you need to be aware of before leaving. Both Momo and Nayeon are still silence, seems having deep thoughts in their mind.

Momo takes a deep breath. it seems she has just made a big decision. 'Honey, let me get you some food. You must be hungry.' She squeezes your hand slightly and glazes at Nayeon before she moves to the door.

You look at Momo with disbelief. Is she willing to let you stay here alone with Nayeon? Being a normal person, you know what it means. Momo is giving you space with Nayeon. It is good news for you.

Nayeon also looks at Momo with a surprised face and stands up immediately. 'Let me go.' You hold her clothes slightly enough to pull her back on the seat, not allowing her to leave.

'I will be right back.' Momo grabs the door handle, looks at Nayeon naturally before she leaves.

When the door is fully closed, Nayeon asks nervously,' What are you doing?' She is confused in the situation. After talking with you so many times, she still can't find an answer for herself. She could just pretend she is aggressive to you.

'I have things that I want to talk to you.' You look right at her eyes with confidence.

"First off, thanks again, Nayeon. It's just like you to always be there for me." You slowly take her hand in your own. "You know, as I was fading away. I thought that if the last thing I saw was you, I'd be pretty happy. Seeing you scream as I passed out, though, made me realize. It's not just you I'd want to see. It's your smile." You inch closer to Nayeon and put your forehead against hers. "I still love you, Im Nayeon." Before she can say anything, you let go of her and wrap your arms around her. "I love you."

Nayeon seems panic and tries to push you away.

'Do you understand, Nayeon?' You look at her with love. 'Our love can conquer everything, no matter how far we are apart.’

Nayeon's heart is biting faster when she hears you confess again, but besides being happy, she feels pain in the heart more.

Nayeon keeps looking at you and finally answers you, 'It's too late to talk about these. You have a girlfriend already.'

"I do, you." You say reminding her of the form. You cup her cheeks and put your forehead to hers. "Nayeon, I love you. It’s okay."

You purposely cough a few times before continuing, showing Nayeon how weak you are right now. Expectedly, Nayeon shows you care immediately and asks,' Are you ok?' She says while pat your back.

'Let me finish even though I am not ok.' You give her a warm smile. 'All my words are from the bottom of my heart, I never be so honest to you.' You know it's a perfect time to use your illness, Nayeon will trust anything you say right now.

'But Momo... I can't do it like that...' Nayeon still cannot accept to share you with others.

However, you know she is just hesitant, you are on the edge of breaking her mental defense, with one more strike you can get what you want.

Nayeon wants to stop you, but seeing you cough again makes her heart stop. This kiss makes her think about you again.

You grab her hand and put it on your chest, let her feel your heartbeat. 'All matters are you and me.' You keep seducing her. It's the first step to let her accept and share you with Momo. If she can do it, you can play tricks on her bottom line easily.

Nayeon's heart is indecisive. Her mind is battling, and she is seriously considering the possibility. 'Should I do that? Can I really do it?' She asks her heart.

The cute face of Nayeon is losing her soul. She falls into deep thoughts.

You slowly get her between your arms and whispers,' I really want you to come back to me. I miss you so much.'

'You don't need to do anything. Just let me do it. I won't let you have any sadness.' Your words like a knife, strike direct to her heart and totally destroy it.

You look at her lips, you can't hold on and kiss her again, all her courage to resist you disappear when you insert her hair with your fingers.

She gives up everything and lets you take the lead. She looks at your face before closing her eyes, just focusing on the sensation of this kiss.

You have kissed three times after you break up, the first one under her home is full of anger, the second one in the ice cream shop is full of passion and lust, but this time, just pure love.

You grab her closer while you see she totally let you control her body, you know you succeed, Nayeon eventually gives up her self-esteem and back to you.

You break the kiss slowly and tilt her head back. "Nayeon, I love you. I'll take care of you." You take her hand and kiss her forehead. "You've had a rough day. Why don't you go get some rest?"

'Umm... I want to wait for Dahyun.' Nayeon whispers. Nayeon just makes the decision under you seduce, she need times to accept it.

'What are we now?' Nayeon asks nervously.

"Together. If you’re not going on your trip anymore. Why don't we go out sometime?" You respond as I give Nayeon a quick kiss. You laugh a little. "It would be kind of funny if I played dead when Dahyun got here, wouldn't it?" You say to change the topic.

'No... Dahyun is really worried about you. You can't do that.' Nayeon slightly slabs your arm. 'Aren't you sick now? Why can you still think of these naughty ideas?'

'Because I want to make you happy, Nayeon.' You grab her for a kiss again. You two have been missing each other for so long, so you keep having Skinship with Nayeon.

The door opened suddenly, and you and Nayeon quickly separated, pretending nothing had happened. Momo sits beside you and takes out the lunch box. Start to feed you. 'You must be hungry, honey.' Momo says.

You secretly peek at Nayeon and see she looks nervously, avoiding looking at you two. Probably, she doesn't know how to face Momo. Her boyfriend was stolen by Momo and now she steals the boyfriend from Momo again. The complex situation is kind of embarrassing.

'The doctor said you can't eat too full, just feeling not hungry is ok.' Nayeon reminds you when she sees you keep eating.

'But if I don't make myself full, I will keep feeling hungry.' You pour your face and act poor to Nayeon.

Nayeon shuts up and bites her lips. From her eyes, you can see that she probably feel you being annoying again.

Momo seems noticed some uncommon between your interactions with Nayeon, but she keeps it in her mind.

"Still, thanks for worrying." You take some of the food and feed Momo a piece and then offer a piece to Nayeon. "Have you eaten yet? You can always have a piece. I'll at least try to follow the doctor’s orders."

Nayeon looks at Momo playfully before accepting your feeding, you are not sure is she trying to get Momo’s jealousy, you could just try to be fair between them. You keep feeding them rather eat yourself, making a slightly balance between them.

‘Oppa!’ Dahyun knocks the door before she comes in, she seems not as worried as Nayeon and Momo, perhaps she knows that you have worried already. ‘Hello, Nayeon eooni… and this is?’ Dahyun greets Nayeon and looks at Momo curiously. You forgot that Momo is always your secret lover and no one knows your relationship wit her except, Nayeon.

‘Oh, so your “girlfriend” haven’t met your sisters yet?’ Nayeon smirks and teases you, you can feel Momo squeeze your hands when Nayeon is challenging her. You try to function your brain and find a solution for this.

You put the food into Momo's lap, stand up, and kiss Dahyun's forehead before whispering, "These two are fighting." You mess up Dahyun's hair, "I'm sorry to worry you, Dubu. I guess the trip wore me out more than I thought, but at least I'll be resting for a week."

'Should I tell Jihyo eooni don't come for now?' Dahyun whsipers back.

'Honey, are you going to introduce me to your sister?' Momo stands next to you and hook your arms

"No, it's fine. This is going to be a mess no matter what." You kiss her cheek. "Still, I'm glad to see you, Dubu." You look to Momo for a second before looking at Nayeon. "Dahyun, this is Momo. Momo, Dahyun." You look back at Nayeon. "Nayeon, what was it the nurse was saying about your relation to me?"

Nayeon tries to prevent your slight, she turns around and answer.’ The hospital need someone to sign the form, and it has to be your legal relatives or… or your girlfriend… I am not both of them so I told her to comeback later.’

‘You can give me to sign it, I am Y/N’s girlfriend.’ Momo looks at Nayeon and says. You see Nayeon tries to argue back, but she just could not let those words leaves her mouth, she turns glazes at you, telling you to manage your girlfriend.

‘Momo eooni is your girlfriend? Oppa?’ Dahyun looks at you surprised, ‘ Well, if you are all good now, I guess I will be back tomorrow.; Dahyun turns around and wants to escape from this embarrassment, she did not expect your still having woman outside..

You pull Dahyun back and hug her from behind, "No, you don't, Dubu. You're staying here, we have to catch up after all. That reminds me, does Chaeyoung know what's happened?"

‘Chaeyoung told me she could not find you, I just lied to her you are resting.’ Dahyun asks in shaked voice. ‘Oppa, could you please let me go, I don't know how to handle this right now.’

Both Nayeon and Momo can't hear what Dahyun said, but they seems confused why you are acting so close with her, much more than siblings.

‘Dahyun ar, long time no see, maybe we can have some talk?’ Nayeon stands up and walks to you and Dahyun.

You let go of Dahyun, "Yeah, you two should catch up. Tell her about your job." You'll take a seat on my hospital bed and pat the area next to you to signal to Momo to sit.

Nayeon and Dahyun leave the room, and Momo helps you walk back to the bed. However, she does not sit next to you. She directly sits on your lap and hugs you tightly. You could feel her nipples rubbing your skin, 'You do not wear the bra?' You ask surprisingly.

'Honey, I was in a hurry, so...' Momo gives you a deep kiss. You two touch each other's body passionately as your hand goes down.

You don't know if they are planned, but Nayeon and Momo's round by round skinship is making you turned on.

'Seems your sister doesn't like me a lot?' Momo asks as she laying between your arms and let your hands play with her bodies. The red on her face shows you that she is kind of needy now.

"She just needs to get to know you, Momo. But the touching probably won't help you." You start to poke Momo's sides while she sits on your lap. "I hope you thought of something fun we can do. Now that I'm back." You say to her.

'The only one who doesn't like I touch you will be Nayeon.' Momo smirks and leans you closer, let you to touch her body more comfortably. 'We are doing something fun already, isn't it?'

Momo can feel your bulge is poking her thigh, and she is already starting to wet. You desperately want to punish her for being naughty, but you know the health of your body is more important and you don't know about it.

Seeing Momo being more needy than you, you squeeze her tits hardly, forcing Momo to moan, and then you whisper to her. ' We can not do that right now.'

'I know... But I want you... Maybe I should visit you every day, to take care of you as your girlfriend, and when they are not here...' Momo blushes while imagining how you two could have fun in the hospital.

"I could always use some help." You say while you rub my head into her neck. "Now, what kind of plans did you come up with?" You ask again, wanting to see if she did as you told her.

‘Honey, I got some real big plans for you, but we will do it when you feel better.’ Momo smirks and squeeze your bulge. ‘so you need to take some good rest first, ok?’ You body jerks when she caresses you, seeing you are so excited for her Momo is so happy so she kisses you again.

The buzz from your phone stops the kiss, you break the kiss and check the message. It’s Dahyun that tells you that she has left with Nayeon already, and she has told Jihyo to come tomorrow.

Seeing Nayeon has left already, Momo wants to stay with you overnight at the hospital but you rejected. ‘Didn’t you say I should get some rest? If you are staying here, I can’t do it. You know I can’t resist you, Momo.’ You tease her.

‘ok then… I will visit you again.” Momo reluctantly packing her things and ready to go. ‘Take care of yourself, honey…’ Momo caresses your forehead before leaving, you finally have some personal place where none of your girls are here.

You lay your head down and rest, taking the chance of not having anyone around to sleep.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #nayeon smut #momo smut #twice nayeon #twice momo #twice imagines #female idol smut #kpop smut #girl group smut

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 1 year

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ALGOL - Divine Femininity and the Power of Creation

Algol sits at the 26 degrees in taurus.

Algol is known as the "demon star" and is connected to the head of medusa but she is so much more than a castrophic star that brings hell to the planet.

'Algol' is a star of the most divine feminine energy on the entire sphere. It rejoices in the cosmic universe and creates from its darkness. Like the womb in the belly of women, we create from here and eventually we birth it into our reality.

What makes Algol a star of divine feminine energy?

She is connected to the Mother. Serpent/Dragon energy. Creatrix and is connected to art and beauty.

Most who fear this star never travel deep into the unknown, however this star teaches you is that the unknown is like getting to the garden of eden and finding the apple that gives you life.

Fixed Star Algol is a major point in the sky, its 'demon' traits are chaotic/yin energy and nothing to be afraid of. When Mother (Earth) is tired of our shit what is she going to do? bring chaos. which is what this star represents in a number of ways.

This chaos can come through art because it is very yin, and the language that it speaks is far bigger than what the 'name' of this star.

ALGOL - AL-KU-HOL - SPIRITS

I noticed with this fixed star that drugs, wine and alcohol play a big part here. im speaking of people who have this placement strongly. Any planet. Not just your big three.

This fix star is heavily connected the spiritual realm and the psychical realm gets a taste of this vibrant energy each time the sun passes through here.

The energy/frequency I would like to dip into with this star is Adam/Eve Tree of Knowledge/Life Serpent/Transformation Phoenix/Dragon Medusa and Lilith energy here. Yeah that was a lot. bare with me.

You travel through depths to get to where you are with this star conjunct your sun, moon, rising and venus. Lilith energy literally rises within you. It connects you the the tree of knowledge. In the Bible these are all metaphors, so metaphorically speaking, you carry the knowledge in the womb and are a creator who connects to the source of the universe. All that you are is mother in the flesh, but more in the mind and spirit. You are bound to go through the waters of the serpents and transform with each valley that you cross.

You are not scared to go deep into your shadow, in fact when you get use to it you may succumb to it more. THIS is where your power comes from. Your fears are transmuted into POWER. Your pain turns into POWER. You are what? POWER. And you are a walking force who connects to the energy of the Mother!

You are deeply connected to the roots of this soil and also cosmic and can see into the ethereal realms. You know the underworld because you been there, you know the higher realms because you've traveled there, and you come back to us in this earthly realm and show it to us be it expression, art, soul, style, music, dance, emotions etc. your rage is your truth and you can wear it as you like.

all your powerful emotions can be used in the form of creating something new. it is castrophic but also beautiful. your energy is feared by many but we see how powerful your aura is.

If you have this fix star connected to your sun, moon or rising. You are literally that energy walking among us everyday. every. damn. day.

now I WILL say this with fix stars is that you can tap into them at any time, Algol seems to show up and come through you at the right time if you have this placement. You tend to have an aura that scares people but are fascinated with you at the same time. Who is like this... Lilith :)

The energy is very dark. do not take this as bad or evil because it is not. Dark energy is also yin, yin is feminine. They go hand in hand.

I want to touch on Medusa but I will save it for another time. What I can say is (or may I will argue that) Medusa is another form of Lilith. She was casted aside and was lied on because her power was too much for some, so she became a 'monster' who could turn you into stone.

This is how people with this fix star walk among us. Your energy is that powerful, that mesmerizing you literally have people at their knees im not playing.

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n1cholaswang · 2 years

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ENHYPEN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

description: self explanatory. how i think enha would be as your bf

cw: suggestive (only for the legal members), fluff, annoying bf enha.

a/n: a filler post while i brainstorm ideas for my next fic 😻‼️

HEESEUNG

a lovely man

buys you all your favorites (food, drinks, snacks, etc)

bitches and whines if you don't make him ramyeon at least once a day

"c'mon babe im HUNGRYYY"

lets you wear all his clothes

absolutely gushes when you cheer him on as he games

"GET HIS ASS HEE!"

smiley lil bambi

tit squeezer even if you don't have tits

hugs from behind >>>

sending memes back and forth at ungodly hours

<3's fucking you in his hoodies.

"such a dirty, pretty baby... getting my clothes and my sheets all wet"

staring down jay, jake and sunghoon if they stare for too long

even tries to box them

"IT WAS FOR LIKE 2 SECONDS!"

"2 SECONDS TOO FUCKING LONG! GET OVER HERE SIM JAEYUN"

JAY

oh lord.

spends every last penny on you

even if you tel him not to

"stop! i have enough jewelry!"

"you could never have enough, love"

twerks on you outta boredom

"GET YOUR ASS OUTTA MY FACE"

"at least call my ass fat :("

cooks for you & feeds you

so much so that you feel like your stomach could explode

"jay, im full :((("

"nuh-uh! gotta make sure my lover is all good and plump so open wide :D"

has a thing for stomach fat and thick thighs

like he goes absolutely feral.

but even if you don't have either of those things, he loves you just the same

an ass squeezer

literally will squeeze and slap your ass anytime, anywhere

"JAY PARK >:("

"hey, in my defense, it was out in the open"

slaps his ass back,,, literally everywhere

"hey! >:("

"in my defense, it was out in the open"

quickies in the shower after practice >>>

"gotta make you cum real quick before jungwon comes in"

JAKE

omg

a fucking softie.

teaches you how to play soccer

and laughs if you fall

"ITS NOT FUNNY JAKE!"

dying laughing, clenching his stomach

plays games with you

any kind of game

board games, video games, games to do with sports, made up games

and you beat him in almost everything

"can't you let me win once?", he asks while playing candyland

"no :)"

forehead and temple kisses :(((

watched all your favorite tv shows and movies

cuddly baby :(((((

loves holding you no matter where y'all are

hugs from behind >>> pt 2

forces you to wear his boxers after y'all fuck

"i am not wearing that"

"why not?!"

"THEY HAVE LITTLE DICKS ON THEM"

"so what?! heeseung said they were cool :,("

SUNGHOON

a demon straight from hell.

taunts you for being shorter than him

"look at the midget :)"

"i may be small but that just means it's easier for me to cut your dick off :))"

buys you things that reminds him of you

like those shrek and donkey matching keychains

"why"

"cause you annoy me like how donkey annoys shrek"

he didn't get any for a while.

not even head

"YOU GAVE ME BLUE BALLS FOR A WEEK"

"YOU CALLED ME A DONKEY"

"I SAID YOU ANNOY ME LIKE DONKEY"

>:(

makes you work out with him

"babe... im tired"

"you've been walking for 2 minutes... WALKING"

fucks you against the wall

"you like that sweetheart?", he says while pounding into you, "you like it when i treat you like a little fleshlight?"

🙈🙈🙈

calls you every hour

"you alive?"

"you asked me this 20 minutes ago"

"yeah but your ghost could've texted"

😐

stupid ass mf but you love him regardless

SUNOO

softie pt 2

gentle pecks on your face

"sunooo stawwwhpppp"

"i canttt you're too cute"

devastating in love with you

all eyes on you when you walk into the room

loves finding new restaurants to eat at with you

watching musicals at 2 am on his off days :((

a corny type of bf

like orders a large milkshake with two straws kind of corny

buys you plushes when he travels :(((

"babe im home!"

"IS THAT SNORLAX?!"

also likes fucking you with a plushie in your hand

"baby looks so innocent but they like getting fucked like a little slut, ain't that right?"

does push ups every morning with you on his back

"CMON KIM SUNOO YOU GOT THIS!"

"i- cant!"

"are you tryna say im fat :,("

"WHAT NO WHAT THE FUCK NEVER"

just like jay, he makes sure you eat well everyday

"open up :]"

"but baby, i already ate 4 corn dogs"

"and you're gonna eat another :)"

JUNGWON

half demonic, half soft

enjoys watching tv with his head on your lap

especially likes when you play with his hair

stealing kisses from you while you study :(((

mcdonald's flurries in the middle of the night

cooks for you

and fails

"too much water jungwon. j-jungwon, it's gonna overflow. JUNGWON-"

"JAY STOP IM TRYING OKAY?!"

"not trying hard enough", yall say

upset baby

a literal fucking child

pouts if you don't give him enough attention

"babe! :( it's been an hour already! :( can you put the book down? :("

supportive of you no matter what you do

lets you cry on his shoulder

but stares at you in disgust when you get his shirt wet

"ugh now i gotta put this in the washer 🙄"

stfu.

NI-KI

a demon?

no!

he's satan himself.

taunts you for being shorter than him pt 2

even if you're older

"look at you! you barely come up to my shoulder!"

"watch it riki, i will kick your fucking kneecaps out"

gets off on teasing you

teaches you dances

and laughs if you fail

but frowns if you did well

"why the long face babe?"

"you're tryna dance better than me and i don't like that >:("

teaches you how to box

or at least he tries to

"you're doing it wrong riki"

"then you do it heeseung! >:("

pouty baby

literally.

if things don't go his way, he gets all pouty and upset

"rikiii :((( what's wrong?"

":,( i said no pickles on the burger and they put pickles on it"

"😐 just take it off"

"BUT IT STILL HAS PICKLE JUICE ON IT"

dating him is like raising a newborn baby.

sleeping with him

but getting kicked off the bed in the middle of the night

"riki nishimura."

"hm?"

"you know your long ass legs literally pushed me off the bed last night"

"really? i didn't hear anything"

"WHAT?! EVEN HEESEUNG HEARD ME FALL TO THE FLOOR AND HE'S LIKE TWO ROOMS AWAY!"

"🤷🏻‍♂️ my bad?"

how are you even dating him

crown kisses :(((((

even if you think your hair is unruly, he will still find a way to kiss the top of your head and make you feel it

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enha fluff #heeseung hard thoughts #jay hard thoughts #jake hard thoughts #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunoo hard thoughts #boyfriend enhypen

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missingcarrion · 30 days

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carrion // ch2 human

uh oh we meet a new friend!!! also future chapters will be longer im just working out a groove

trigger warning: sexual harassment, weird sexual comments

taglist: @tapioca-milktea1978

masterlist

There is something fascinating about the way robotic arms whir as they move, crafting together a piece of something that will one day simply be you. Shepherd watches them piece his future together – a body, his and his alone. And Hannah is there too, watching with keen interest as they make him their new Adonis (she told him that forgotten story the previous night and he’s fascinated by the idea of myths and gods.)

There’s a restlessness to this, a fear that he will lose what little he has of himself, but Hannah has promised to help. She… she promised.

“Lookin’ good, Shepherd.” One says, and makes a pointer remark at the more…. Masculine parts of his body that the Institute regarded as necessary, “you’ll have women jumpin’ all over you. You’ll have to learn how to use it. I know someone who can help.”

If ever it was possible to be repulsed as a living computer, this would be the time. But he ignores the disgust, and the discomfort, and instead tries not to think too hard about what curses may befall him now.

Hannah sends One a glare, however, seemingly not as docile as he has been. After all, it is his purpose to serve. Maybe it’s all just a test of sorts?

“Ignore him, Shepherd. He’s just being gross,” Hannah looks at One like she’s going to scold him for what he’s said. But she bites her tongue and says little else.

Shepherd watches her with mild intrigue. He ought to ask her later, but his attention is drawn back to the synthetic body that a team of scientists and engineers works on. The body is big, like One had said it would be, and it’s a bit bulky. Like they’ve engineered the ability to fight into this body without even asking if the inhabitant wants to fight.

Though .. . The body is exceptionally handsome. With an aquiline nose and long hair. None of it is real, but… the idea of being so close to being human sparks something in him, it awakens something he wasn’t sure had been there before.

“I am eager for my placement.” He says, although he struggles to contain his true excitement. “When do they expect to do the transfer?”

I am sick and tired of travelling through wire, he thinks, bitterly before regret takes over. The Institute knows what they are doing. It’s not in his place to judge or fault them. They must have a plan.

“Eh, if the body is completed tonight, you’ll be transferred sometime Friday.” One says, although he seems far too interested. Far too curious for his own good. “They’ll change up your room and give you a bed to go into sleep mode.”

Hannah’s eyes flick over to him briefly, like she’s sensing something sinister in his tone. One cannot be trusted, not now, not with the freedoms Shepherd’s being given by the Institute.

“I am sure I will not find sleep mode useful,” Shepherd replies, wary of One’s intentions, “but I am glad all the same. I have decided I would also like to see the Archives. I cannot gain access to them as I am now, but I should like to see the information it holds.”

“We can arrange that,” Hannah chirps, “you’ll like the Archives. It’s basically a giant library.”

“’You’ll like it’? Minsheng, he’s a fucking robot,” One snorts, “he doesn’t think. The only thing he’ll be doing is curing some housewife’s boredom and keeping Institute defectors in line. Nothing else. He’s not a puppy you get to keep.”

“And one can argue he’s not a plaything either,” Hannah retorts, arms crossed over her chest.

But a completely different voice cuts through their conversation, scathing and annoyed, “that is enough you two. Your bickering is distracting. Shepherd is a fascinating case. He may very well grow beyond whatever we have boxed him in. You both will do well to remember your places in this project.”

Shepherd looks towards the speaker, a tall, frightening man, with his entire body covered by robes, with his head wrapped. There, the cloth of the robes are curled into makeshift horns. He is the eccentric scientist behind many of the projects at the Institute – he’s not employed by them, either, and refuses every attempt to be hired by them. Oddly enough, Shepherd sees nothing when he scans the Doctor. It’s like he doesn’t exist.

Hannah seems visibly different when this man appears, almost like a cross between fear and admiration. “Of course, Aasimar. I didn’t mean to offend. I’m sure you’re equally fascinated by this opportunity.”

Aasimar, as he is called, hums, his eyes, pure white with his pupils lined in an intimidating gold. He is one of them, one of the mutants, although, was he ever really human to begin with?

“And what of you, One? Are you going to behave?” His voice is sultry, tantalizing and terrifying all at the same time. “Our friend Shepherd may be a tool now, but soon enough the power in our hands will be in his. Do be kind.”

One hisses, but his face scrunches up into severe discomfort. He mutters something under his breath before he backs away.

“Fantastic, now that he’s gone,” Aasimar claps his hands, delighted, and returns his gaze to the synthetic body, “we can finally have some peace and quiet. A rather annoying fellow he is, hm? Don’t worry, he’ll only sulk in a corner somewhere.”

Hannah snorts, but she’s more timid than she had been. “Shepherd, this is Aasimar, a leading scientist and doctor in the city. He’s the top in his field – which changes on a whim, but still. He’s pretty cool.”

The odd man hums thoughtfully, “keep an eye on your new friend, Minsheng. It is in his best interest that when he gets his body, he has a friend in his corner. I foresee terrible things. Very troubling things.”

“Can you see the future?” Shepherd asks.

“Secrets, secrets,” Aasimar taps his temple, smiling, “anyway, I shall be going now. Much to do, much to work on. Maybe once you’ve been transferred into your body, Shepherd, you might stop by.”

“You called me a tool. Why would I visit you?” He asks, and it earns a snort from the man.

“We are all tools, Shepherd. Remember that. We are like cogs in a machine, different components to the larger system,” Aasimar waves his hands to emphasize his point. “What matters is what we do with ourselves. Do we break the machine? Or do we allow the machine to continue? Think about it, and find me when you’ve decided.”

Shepherd watches Aasimar leave, and watches as Hannah visibly relaxes and heaves a sigh of relief.

“I never thought he’d leave,” she murmurs, lips pursed, “he’s not the type of person you want to upset, but when he likes you, he’s a fantastic friend. He’s the keeper of the Archives at this point – he’s always in there, reading, tinkering. I don’t know what he does. But he’s been a key part in making your body.”

“I would like to know more about him.” He says, and his tone trails off as he’s forcefully sent back to his lonely, quiet room.

#missingcarrion #carrion [wip]#ch: anastasius minsheng #ch: shephard #ch: aasimar

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blysse-and-blunder · 9 months

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in lieu of packing

11pm, saturday, july 15, 2023

the things i could be doing right now could fill multiple volumes, but i listened to a podcast today about academic (im)perfectionism and am deciding i don't need to feel guilty. this summer's Big European Travel starts tomorrow and I! am! nervois! but i've done some smaller trips recently which helped me work up to this in a way. further media and life musings below the cut.

reading i had a few weeks there where my recreational reading was... a little bleak, in that i was reading things that felt dated and/or formulaic and/or just put me straight to sleep, thereby meaning that i took much longer than i normally like to finish anything-- this was enlivened with two excellent new instalments from two different series i love, anne leckie's translation state and samantha shannon's a day of fallen night.

very very fun now thinking of these back to back. two books were so engrossing, built (and built on) such rich worlds, such good command of the vibes/atmosphere/tone they were going for, but so different! to sound like a book reviewer for a moment, leckie's prose is sort of lean where shannon's is lush, something like that. there's a joke in here based on the meme that goes 'sci-fi is where x, fantasy is where y' but i'm too tired to work it out myself. both of these books say-- so there are incomprehensible beings in your world which may wish to eat and/or destroy you, and some people have found ways to work or live with them, but it is very weird and alien to your way of life. day of fallen night feels more like a climate metaphor, and there is plenty that felt pulled straight from the psyche of the years 2020-2023. both do fun/interesting things with gender and relationships, and both made me want to go re-read their respective predecessors to heighten the feeling of connection and resonance with those other works.

watching mostly dimension 20-- i introduced @yogurtforever to fantasy high last week, and I myself have been working my way through the toy island arc of neverafter-- but here is the place to mention watching netflix's new documentary about WHAM!, of all things, with @yogurtforever and @thehibernatinglentil last weekend.

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not being a documentary hound, i never would have watched this without friends, but it was genuinely quite fun! i didn't know a ton about wham! or george michael, which i now realize is a shame because there's a lot to know. making up for it by having the lyrics to their first hit single, the inimitable 'wham rap', stuck in my head for the next 200 years.

listening due in no small part to the wham! doc (and an mama mia 2 rewatch the week before that), i put on a lot of throwback music this week. it ended up being more 70s than 80s, and that got me thinking about how strongly my parents' music taste influenced mine. there are so many good artists from ~back then~ who i have found out about later, because we just didn't listen to them at home? and of the vinyl i remember finding in the basement, you know, it wasn't bowie, it wasn't fleetwood mac, it wasn't springsteen (it was james taylor and paul simon and probably joni mitchell). luckily, summer camp taught me all the lyrics to a bunch of other oldies, and we did listen to the radio oldies station quite a lot, so my education wasn't entirely deficient. i bring this week the don maclean song 'vincent', which i will be thinking a lot about for one reason and another this week.

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playing i have, at long, long last, completed my stardew community center. it was a little anticlimactic, after all the travail that went into it, but i'm so pleased. it only took like two actual human real life years! the last thing i needed was a rabbit's foot, and now at last i feel like i can move to the next tier of game play. i remain unmarried, fighting for my life in skull cavern, but now with two small bunnies to love.

making trying to figure out how to eat most of the food i have in the fridge, how to use up things and make the most of what i have and not leave anything to spoil for the next little while, so i haven't really been cooking big projects. i've been 'making' appointments, got my eyes checked, had coffee with two different profs and chatted with a former student about her med school applications, and that's about it!

working on conference paper, which is both a slideshow (graphic design is my passion, this part is mostly fine) and a draft of what might turn into usable words for the chapter i'm working on. naturally i have built it up into the Biggest Scariest Most Important task, and so am avoiding it and finding it miserable to work on. and i still have time! i had wanted to not work on it on the plane, during my travel week, etc., but there is actually time. there's time. and i keep having small breakthroughs, after 2-5 hours of dicking around, which allow me to believe that there is an end in sight. other things to be worked on, for when i have some 'free' 'time'-- newsletter draft that's so very overdue, multiple students asking for detailed essay feedback and grade breakdowns, emails from students asking for other things, recommendation letter, the next chapter that i'm meant to be finishing this summer. luckily, it's a long plane ride.

#in lieu of a commonplace book #ilcb #weekly roundup #the good thing with writing about two books per post is that i can really easily avoid spoilers; the bad thing is that i can't just yell #about the parts in each one in particular that made me yell!#it's a zoomed-out format and normally i like that #but also: these books were so good

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soleillunne · 10 months

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congrats on the milestone!!! also i love the idea of the exchange event because i always thought collabs like this are just super cool and cute i love it. already filled out my form HAHA hiraeth + wanderer, you can treat it as a letter from um someone who's just traveling around tevyat and is sending letters to their partner! aaand is implied to have generally poor health condition + be snezhnaya native. anyways you're free to ignore it if you simply don't feel like writing it okay thank you have a good day!!

to my dearest,

i have finally arrived to snezhnaya! and i already bought some stuff! you have no idea how much i missed this place! and i'm super happy to get the opportunity to visit it again… a shame though i didn't get to visit it with you. please, come with me the next time.

i visited some local shops and found so many pretty things i want to show you. i found this really pretty pair of earrings with tiny crystals and dried flowers. we should wear them! i'm really impressed by the art of preserving flowers with cryo. it's cute, isn't it? i also saw some cute folk dresses… um, i may have spent half of my mora on jewelry and clothes alone. and on books.

the moment i found a place to sleep in, i just completely passed out on the bed. traveling is fun but by the archons, it's so tiring! and i hardly had the strenght to get up in the morning too… my handwriting is a little sloppy because i'm still tired but worry not, i'm gonna rest today before going anywhere.

would you like to visit my hometown one day? i mean, it's rather just a small village, but i have so much memories here, and i know so much pretty places, i want to show you them all. maybe we should visit during summer celebrations? i'd make you the prettiest flower crown! anyway, i can feel myself getting sleepy so i'll end this letter here. i hope you're doing well back in sumeru. i'll write you another letter soon!

with love.

hello!! im super excited to see the results of the exchange event haha

Wanderer folds the letter carefully, placing it near his books. He takes out a quill and a paper himself, and starts writing his response.

"My dearest,

Your letter brings both joy and longing to my heart. I can hear the excitement in your voice as you describe your arrival in Snezhnaya already. It warms me to know that you're happy to be back, although I must admit, a pang of regret accompanies the thought that I couldn't be there with you.

Your enthusiasm for the delicate earrings with crystals and dried flowers is cute infectious. I can almost envision you wearing them, their beauty enhanced by your radiant smile. The art of preserving flowers with cryo does sound enchanting, and I'm glad you appreciate such unique craftsmanship. As for the folk dresses, I'm sure they look absolutely charming on you. I can't wait to see you adorned in your new jewelry and clothes.

It's understandable that traveling can be exhausting, but I'm relieved to hear that you're taking some time to rest and rejuvenate. Take all the time you need, my love, and make sure to recharge your spirit before continuing your adventures. Your handwriting may be a little sloppy from weariness, but it only makes me appreciate your efforts to share your experiences with me even more.

I appreciate your invitation to visit your hometown. Although it may be a small village, the memories and the beauty you speak of make it all the more enticing. I would be happy to explore those pretty places with you, especially during the summer celebrations. I can already picture the vivid colors, the fragrant flowers, and the delightful company. Although, I believe the vibrant colors of the flowers would look better on you.

I'm doing well in Sumeru. I’ve been busy doing Lord Kusanali’s biddings, as time seems slower without you by my side, however your letters bring me solace.

Wanderer. "

He folds the paper delicately after adding the final touches, and puts it in an envelope to be sent to you, his heart.

#hiraeth; milestone #RAHHH I HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE #he may be kinda mean but i genuinely think that if hes dating you he would be so so so kind #esp on paper bc my dude spends hours trying to convey his emotions i jst know it #this looks so ooc but again i think hed be less mean and more whooped for u ^^

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kissmyhandcallmedarling · 2 years

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tour life

noel fielding x reader

short little noel imagine where you're on tour with the mighty boosh troupe

wordcount: 700

Tour life… not your most favourite way of living. Of course there were advantages, to be sure; relishing in that free-willed rockstar life that so many aspired to have, touring Britain with a man you knew so many women fancied, and having the satisfaction of knowing that his heart was yours - the glares of sheer jealousy sent your way as you entered the public on Noel Fielding’s arm kept you smug. Meeting new people and travelling was great too.

But the aspect of being cramped up in a tour bus with five guys for hours on end was at times, frustrating, to say the least. Especially when one of those guys happened to be Rich Fulcher - you loved the idiot, and his peculiar take on British comedy; an American trying to fit in with a bunch of geezers - but he wasn’t very good at being quiet. And he seemed to get off on pissing off Noel, which then had repercussions on you - being the one whom he came whining to when Rich “accidentally” wrote ‘I love your mom’s nuts’ all over his sketchbook, or put cheese and onion crisps in his boots.

You recalled just last Tuesday, in Brixton, packing up after the show when the latter situation occurred.

“Christ almighty! Someone’s gone and pored a packet of crisps in my boots. Fucking hell!… I bet this was Fulcher. I’m gonna fucking kill ‘im.”

They were all like siblings, honestly (well, besides the fact that Noel and Mike were siblings…), and there was never a dull moment with the Mighty Boosh troupe.

It just got a litttttllllleee much being with them all 24/7 cramped together in a small bus.

Fortunately, the boys had scored a lovely place off the coast of Brighton, where you were to spend the mid-week slump - it was Monday when you arrived, and the Brighton show wasn’t until Friday, so there were a few days respite from the cramped, testosterone-inhabited tourbus.

"Annnnd, here we go." Julian pulled up to the house and wrenched on the handbrake. "Quite magnificent if I say so."

"Its bloody huge, mate!" Dave, who was seated in the front adjacent to Julian, removed his sunglasses to get a better look.

"Yeah, it's pretty neat," piped up Rich. "Looks like the estate my grandma used to live in before she got abducted by an army of gorillas."

You were currently curled up beside Noel, sharing a seat. Your head was on his shoulder, his arm around your waist as he spoke. "Dave's right, it's massive. You sure we can afford this Ju?"

"I mean it looked smaller in the pictures, but yeah, she's within our budget."

"Nice!"

Slowly, the six of you began to unload the bus, tired, bodies still recovering from the weekend. Yes. A few days of quiet in a big, roomy house would do you good.

You and Noel landed a beautiful little room on the second floor, with an ensuite, and a window onlooking the sea. Julian took the bedroom beside yours.

"Y/n, Ju doesn't have a loo in his room so I've said he can use ours instead of having to go downstairs," Noel told you. "So what I'm getting at is don't go wandering 'round with your tits out."

"Oh okay, no tits for anyone, I get it." You wrapped your jumper tight around your chest.

"That's not what I said." He ran a hand through his hair

"Too late now Mr Fielding. No tits for you."

Noel skulked up to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. He placed a heated kiss upon your lips, his nose lingering against yours, his breath hot on your face.

"How about now?"

"Hmm, well, I may have to make an exception for you." You twirled a lock of his raven hair around your finger. His lips curled into a smirk as he kissed you once more, a stray hand snaking up your torso.

*knock knock*

You instantly pulled apart, as Julian let himself in.

"We're having coffee downstairs if you two lovebirds wanna join us?"

"Yeah, we'll be down in a minute, Ju." Noel answered. "Oh, and can you ask Mike to put condensed milk in mine, please? Cheers."

He gave you a quick peck on the cheek, whispering in your ear - "to be continued..." - before taking your hand and leading you downstairs.

#noel fielding #the mighty boosh #vince noir #mighty boosh #howard moon #julian barratt #the mighty boosh live

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chasing-the-persea · 1 year

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Here's my rough draft of my pjo fic! It follows the story of Koralia Jackson, Percy and Annabeth's daughter, as she tries to find her place in a world where her parents are legendary heroes and everyone expects her to follow in their footsteps.

As this is a rough draft things get kind of confusing, the pacing is worse than a three-legged race, there's a few accidentally time-traveling tenses, and two narrator shifts (which i've marked). basically, good luck!

i do plan on posting the other four chapters ive drafted for this eventually but, in all honesty, it's going to take a bit to get them even somewhat readable and im only posting these because i lost the motivation to keep writing so like. it may be a month before i share chapter two.

also, there's very vaguely described/implied panicking, character deaths, and drowning.

GRIP OF FATE

CHAPTER 1

It's 1:48 in the morning and Koralia Jackson can't sleep. She's been tossing and turning for hours. Tomorrow is her last day of summer school. If she manages to survive it, she'll be a sixth grader.

If.

She's done her best to prepare: she spent all afternoon doing the last bit of homework her teachers assigned, double-checking it, then triple-checking just to be sure. Her clothes, carefully chosen to avoid being dress-coded, were laid out flat to prevent wrinkles. Her books were already in her backpack, as was her chapstick, extra pencils and pens, hair ties, bandages, and granola bars. Everything she could need was packed. So why was she still so nervous?

Maybe because of the mysterious phone call her parents received that evening.

It wasn't the fact that her parents got a call so late. They volunteered at an organization that helps kids in foster care, and a late call often meant a kid was needing an emergency placement for a night or two.

No, what was mysterious was that after the call, her parents barely said anything the rest of the night. The atmosphere in the house - normally warm, easy, and homely - turned cautious and cold. Her parents were distant; something obviously was bothering them, but when Koralia asked about it they assured her there was nothing wrong. You know how adults can be while talking about something they don't want you to overhear.

Tired of not getting answers, and maybe hoping the extra sleep helps tomorrow go better, Koralia had gone to bed early. Besides, if it was important her parents would have told her what the call was about, right?

Hours later, she wasn't so sure anymore. Hundreds of questions have run through her head and all it's done is get her nerves even more worked up. The only thing she is certain of is that if she lays down for another minute she's going to scream. So, wrapped in a blanket cloak, she tip-toes upstairs for some chamomile tea. She can't help noticing the front door is locked and their dog Mrs. O'Leary is on the porch and laying in front of it.

Mrs. O'Leary wouldn't hurt a fly, but you wouldn't believe it if you saw her. She's like their own Clifford, if Clifford was a mastiff with fur black as night. When she barks it echoes for miles across the empty farmland around them. Koralia's dad jokingly calls her a hellhound because of it. In reality, she's just a big sweetie—emphasis on big. Her dad only puts her outside to run off energy and scare away any unwanted strangers when kids are staying the night. Whatever reason she was outside tonight, it didn't help Koralia's nerves.

It also didn't help when a sobbing scream cut through the silent house like a knife. After nearly jumping a foot in the air she looked towards the two guest bedrooms for the source of the sound, but they were empty; no kids staying the night after all. The cry had come from another floor up. Her parents' room. One of them must be having a nightmare—an all too common occurrence in the Jackson household.

Desperate to overcome her nervous energy, Koralia sips her chamomile tea and looks outside. She realizes there's one thing she hasn't done, one thing that's sure to make everything better: star-gazing.

She tip-toes back downstairs for her glasses, then outside to her hammock. She knew she should be cautious, especially for whatever reason Mrs. O'Leary was outside. But to protect Koralia was why she was out there in the first place, no?

Besides, it was a perfect night.

The air was cool for summer but the dense cover of humidity leftover from the day took away any chill. A gentle breeze blew from the east, surrounding her with the warm scent of growing crops. Fireflies lazily danced in the air, glittering in the twilight. Bullfrogs croaked mournfully in a nearby pond. Whip-poor-wills and screech owls called to each other from trees lining fence rows. If someone listened close enough they could hear the chittering of bats flying around.

Then, of course, there was the reason for going outside in the first place: the stars. The sky was crystal clear. The moon was just beginning to rise, and being so far in the country meant minimal light pollution. Stars light up the night, their violent blazes becoming a soft twinkle in the distant heavens. It made no difference to them if an eleven-year-old girl was having trouble sleeping. Their performance had started millennia ago, before life itself, and would continue long after everyone was gone. Every night the same thing, over and over again, for eternity.

(Not the same every night, Koralia reminded herself. Everything was always moving, on a cosmic scale. She was just too impossibly irrelevant to see anything more than a minuscule change in her lifetime. Not that that thought comforted her any.)

Their consistency is why Koralia liked them so much; the stars were dependable. In a life where everything is constantly moving or changing, it was a comfort to know one could look up and always find their way.

As her eyes found the familiar constellations, she recalled stories her mom had for each one. Straight upwards was Hercules, the mighty hero. A little further down, and to the northwest was Draco, the dragon; Cygnus, the goose; The bears Ursa Major and Minor, with their Big and Little Dippers. Andromeda was nearing the horizon, chased by Cassiopeia, and Perseus had nearly disappeared. Koralia's personal favorite, The Huntress, was rising in the east.

With the soft, comforting words of her mom running through her head, Koralia was asleep before long. And her own nightmare began.

It started the way it always did. My family and I are swimming in a nearby creek, something we’ve done hundreds of times before. I had even invited some friends I made in kindergarten that year to come with us. The creek itself is one of the smaller ones in the area; it disappears completely during dry spells. But that doesn’t mean there weren't any deep spots or areas with a fast current due to the shallows.

One of my friends is begging me to go to one of the deeper spots with her. She wants to talk about the crush she has on a boy in her class and doesn’t want my brother Evan to overhear. He’s four years old, two years younger than me. My parents don’t like me leaving him out of things, but there are only so many places you can go that he can follow.

As much as I hate to admit it, I was getting tired of him whining and clinging to me like a monkey. I tell him to stay near the shore where Mom and Dad are setting up lunch. It’s shallower there, and we can play his favorite game of seeing who could find the most crawdads when we get back. But he’s not listening. He keeps following us further and deeper.

“Evan, go see Mom and Dad. We’ll be back in a couple minutes, I promise!”

“But Kora, I wanna go with you!”

I don’t know how it happened. The nightmare always gets fuzzy at this point. I don't know what's real anymore and what my mind has made up trying to make sense of everything. Maybe he jumped onto my back as a last resort to stay above the surface. Maybe I tried to shove him off. I dimly remember something grabbing my waist and pulling me backward, then my head hitting something hard on the creek bed. Someone screams. Everything goes black.

It only lasts a couple of seconds, but they feel like a lifetime. Slowly it starts to get brighter. I hear a hissing-humming sound, like someone whispering. I open my eyes but there’s a murky-green darkness all around. I take a breath and water fills my nose instead. I panic.

Where-am-I, where-am-I, underwater. Underwater? Not good. Not-good-not-good-not-good. Don’t-breathe-head-hurts-need-help? Help. HELP!

I kick as hard as I can. I reach up–was the water always this deep?–and I don’t break the surface. I’m sinking? Something grabs my hand. Dad? In my head, I hear his reassuring voice.

"It’s okay, I’ve got you now. You’re safe."

Then Mom is standing over me. She’s looking away, one hand to her mouth, tears running down her face. She has her other arm around a friend, who’s hugging her tightly. I’m laying down somewhere. It’s hard and bumpy. The bank of the creek? I rub the back of my head. My hand comes back red and sticky. Very not good. I attempt to sit up and the world starts spinning. A wave of nausea overwhelms me and it takes all I have to stop it.

Now Dad is here, relief washing over his face. But it doesn't wash away his red eyes, that even now are flitting toward the creek.

People keep popping up, asking if I'm alright. I hear others call out, "Not over here, either. Mr. Hendrick is still searching his branch of the creek."

"What's going on?" I ask. No one meets my eyes. I remember the scream and think of all the faces I saw looking at me, and whose face I didn't.

"Where's Evan? Is he okay, is he alright?" Nobody talks. My chest is hollow.

"What happened? Where's Evan?!" Mom looks to Dad, seeing if he's going to say anything. Now that his relief had worn off, he almost looked numb. But his fists were clenched and shaking, and his eyes were so full of anger they could have set the creek on fire.

Mom bent down and gently took my hand. Tears were already falling on her cheeks. She took a deep, quivering breath and said, "There was an accident in the water. We don't know how it happened but you fell and hit your head...and Evan got caught in the deep current after following you. Both of you went under...you're the only one who came back up.

"Everyone's been searching downstream, the water patrol is on the way, but..." Mom broke down, no longer able to hold back her sobs. Dad tore his eyes away from the creek and grabbed Mom in a hug. He spoke for her, but his anger was still evident as he spits out, "Evan was taken by the current. All we can do now is pray he's found."

But Evan was never found, and five years later Koralia still blames herself for his death. As much as her parents tell her that it wasn't her fault, she will always believe deep down that it was. After that, Koralia refuses to go in water any deeper than her ankles for fear of drowning.

Tonight finally had mercy on her. She was woken from her nightmare by a ball of light shooting across the sky; the biggest meteorite Koralia's ever seen. The amazing sight brought a cheerful ease to her heavy heart, and she found herself smiling when Mrs. O'Leary ran in the direction it was falling, like she was chasing a giant tennis ball. Koralia nodded off once again, and this time no nightmares interrupted her rest.

#grip of fate fic #percy jackson #annabeth chase #koralia jackson #persea posts

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justawhimm · 11 months

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you’re real

fandom: cyb//erp//unk 2077

summary: scheduling stuff with a new baby in tow was never ideal, so kerry hoped he could get in and out with this meeting being forced on him. nothing was ever that simple with his babies, though.

chapters: 5/8

content warnings: strange power dynamics, poor understanding of what producers do, transmasculine pregnancy, graphic depiction of childbirth, clothing birth, the objectification of public figures

notes: Well, I guess I won't be getting all of these out before the end of May. Oh, well. That means I'll probably be taking my time with the last 3 chapters, rather than rushing them out. Thank you for understanding. :) Also, I'll be proofreading this in the near future. Don't worry about word/spelling/grammar mistakes. I'll take care of it soon.

Current Year: 2063 Kerry's Age: 74 (almost 75)

cross posted on ao3

Despite what the screamsheets would like to tell you, Kerry's third child was actually planned. Though he was genuinely surprised it could happen, too. With tech being as it was, he guessed it actually wasn't too much of a stretch.

Louise hadn't been able to keep a pregnancy to term, so Kerry thought he'd give it a shot. The fact that it took was the exact opposite of what he'd expected. Hell, he was just about 75 years old! Nearly 75 and having a baby… though, he didn't look it. That was something he prided himself on, just about as much as he had in his early years. He barely looked 40, hot as hell, and he knew it, why not flaunt it?

By the time he was getting to the end of his pregnancy, he was beyond sick of it. While his first two pregnancies never made it to their 40th weeks, this one was very different. Not only had he made it to his 40th week, but he'd made it far past it. Now nearing his 42nd week, he was feeling nothing but resentment toward the fact that he'd willingly agreed to this. The baby would be worth it, but he just wanted to be pissed for a while. He was allowed to have that, at least, right?

Nope. Apparently not.

"He's not going." Kerry could hear Louise from where he was lounging by the pool. Turning his head, he'd spot her with her back turned toward him and arms already crossed. He wanted to be happily distracted by how amazing her body was, but- fuck, he was too damn tired to get excited about any of that right now. Not for a lack of trying. He'd make sure she knew how hot she was soon, though. Whenever this baby came, he'd actually be able to have some rest. Kerry was brought back to the conversation she was having when she spoke again.

"Kerry is still pregnant, Sarge." Oh, fuck. Great. Fucking adored to hear that his manager was calling for him right now. Impatient as they were, he guessed. "He shouldn't be traveling right now, even if it's "just" to go in for a meeting. If you're so bothered, you should come here."

"You tell 'im, babe," Kerry encouraged half-heartedly, grinning to himself. He felt an ache in his back, nothing unusual. There were so many of those damn things at that point. His old bones were not made to be carrying a baby, especially this long.

"Wha– No! You can't do that. He's not breaching contract. This is just–"

"What?" Kerry began to sit up after hearing that. That fucker better not be playing that game with him. "Lulu, don't worry yourself with him. Transfer the call ta me. I'll take care of it." He could. He had to. He wasn't about to let Louise start stressing herself out on his behalf.

"Ker…" She would finally turn herself toward him, her own concerned expression clear on her face. Louise really was beautiful. One of the most stunning women he'd had the pleasure of knowing, and the fact that she gave him the time of day always made him so damn giddy. What he felt with her felt so incredibly different than everything else he'd had with anyone else. "Baby, I can handle it," she would try to assure.

"I know you can, but you don't have to. Lemme handle that asshole."

She looked unsure, but would sigh out in defeat.

"Alright. Transferring you over to Kerry, Sarge." With that, she would take her spot in the lounge chair beside Kerry. They wanted to be able to just relax in the time they had left before the baby came. They didn't need Sergeant Joseph Edens making this more stressful and causing more issues for them.

The call appeared within his bright blue kiroshis, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes before answering it. He got a good look at his manager, looking about as smarmy as ever. He wasn't a bad guy, really. He was just annoying beyond belief, and had a tendency to get Kerry roped into shit he never asked for nor approved of. He was great in other areas, but goddamn he was horrible in others.

"Sarge."

"Kerry!" Sarge's expression lit up over the holo. "You're looking well. Could use to lose a bit of that baby weight–" Laughter bubbled out of his mouth, but Kerry wasn't really putting up with it right now. Especially not when he'd heard what Louise had mentioned.

"Cut it, man. What's this about breachin' contract?"

"I thought you would've had the baby by now, Kerry."

"...And that's relevant how?"

"So I'd scheduled a meeting between us and a few of the producers for the next album. They wanted to discuss some things, as well as when we might be able to schedule the next tour."

"...Ok, that's not a prob. We could set up a holo call, 'r a video call 'r whatever th–"

"Unfortunately not." That made Kerry's expression finally fall, eyes narrowing slightly at the image of his manager.

"Why not?"

"I told them you'd be there in person. They don't want to feel like they're second banana to everything else."

"Sarge, I'm about to have a fuckin' kid. Did you tell them that? I know suits are shits, but surely they'd-"

"Oh, no no no… I told 'em already, Kerry, but they told me we'd be breaching contract if we don't adhere to what they want." This sounded like such shit. Either the suits were pulling some bullshit, or Sarge was misunderstanding. Honestly, both were entirely possible. "It'd just be far easier if you came out here. We'll even send an AV out to get you."

Oh, for fuck sakes. Placing a hand on his stomach, he'd roll his eyes. He glanced over toward Louise, who appeared to be giving him her own look of worry. A look telling him not to let Sarge get his way, but… fuck, Kerry really just didn't give a fuck.

"When is it?"

"Tomorrow morning. 9:30 am."

He was about to get what he wanted. Fuck. Even if something did happen, after all, at least he'd be closer to the hospital. So, what was the harm in it, really?

"Alright, fine. Can't say I'll look great, though. Got practically no clothes ready to go runnin' around in." Sarge let out a hearty chuckle, shaking his head.

"Don't you worry about that! So long as you're there and you're wearing something appropriate, I do not think they'll mind. Thank you. Thank you, Kerry. I'm so sorry about this. With Kelvy and Derr–"

"Don't."

"Right! Right, my mistake. I apologize. With your first two pregnancies, they came so early… I would've thought it was ok to schedule this meeting for now. I would've…"

"Yeah, I get it. Just send the AV tomorrow, and be prepared to call someone in case the kid decides to drop while we're there."

Another laugh.

"Of course, of course! I'll see you tomorrow then!"

Kerry hung up a moment later, the blue glowing of his kiroshis fading and his attention fully going to Louise.

"You're going," she said, exasperated.

"Yeah."

"Kerry, this baby has made you such a pushover," she sighed, swinging her legs over the side of her lounge chair, then reaching over to gently grab her husband's face. She leaned in to press kisses to his cheek and head.

"Not the baby so much as the fact that I'm tired as fuck, Lou. Not in the mood to argue." He'd let her keep showering him in affection, keeping both of his hands rested against the massive swell of his stomach. This was gonna be so damn uncomfortable. He was gonna hang this over Sarge's head for a while. Maybe it would keep that gonk from doing more stupid shit in the future. That was probably way too damn optimistic, though.

"I know, Ker. …What'd Sarge say to get you so snippy with him, though?"

Kerry was quiet for a minute, pulling away slightly from Louise's touch. He was just too achy to be forced to lean toward her like that any longer.

"...He was about to mention her. 'Bout how my other pregnancies were shorter. Y'know. … I just didn't wanna hear her name."

"Oh," Louise's tone softened. She placed a soft hand against her husband's shoulder, "do you want to talk about it?" Kerry shook his head.

"Maybe after the baby comes, but right now? Waterworks're bound to let loose. I'll be alright." He looked toward her with a warm smile. "But thanks, babe."

"Of course."

Over the hours since the call, he'd notice the cramps getting a bit worse. He wasn't stupid. He knew what they had to have been, but he also didn't want to have to go through the motions of everything. Telling Louise, having her insist he not go, and then get into even more shit with Sarge and whichever producers he was probably pissing off just by being pregnant at all.

It had to be done, and if it was gonna take hours for this baby to get here, then he'd rather still get this shit over with and be able to meet Lou at the hospital.

Getting himself into a suit of all things for this felt like a fucking joke. But he'd try. Like he'd warned, he wasn't gonna look astounding. He'd still look like a 10/10, but maybe… a shaky 10/10. A bad night, no makeup, not even any concealer type of 10/10. Kerry showered, he got his hair washed for the first time in almost a week. That had to count for something! They should've been praising him up the ass just for making any sort of effort while he was this damn pregnant.

He was practically falling asleep while standing up as Louise was helping him get dressed. Buttoning up the shirt had quickly been thrown out the window. What would be bad about an open shirt, open suit jacket look, after all? It gave the entire world a good look at the newly acquired stretch marks across his belly.

Unlike the last two times, he'd started getting the marks around his 5th month. Not quite as much elasticity and quick recovery to his skin as when he was younger, apparently. It sure as hell didn't help than he was carrying a whole 5 weeks longer than he had last time, too. They were probably the only thing he was mildly annoyed by with all of this, too. Maybe he'd get another skin rejuvenation after the baby came so he wouldn't have to worry too much about them.

"They won't fit."

The words brought Kerry out of him spacing out, both of his hands pressed against his back as he felt the sharp pains in his back. Fuck, he hated standing for so long of late. Looking down, he'd see Louise looking up at him.

"What doesn't fit?"

"Your pants."

"What? Seriously?" He knew he'd gotten a bit more of an ass from the pregnancy weight, but they were the same cut as his usual pair.

"Baby's dropped a bit more. They're getting ready to come and see us," Louise told him, placing a warm, gentle hand against the curve of her husband's stomach. Kerry let out a groan of irritation. He already felt a few tears trying to form in frustration, though he was trying his hardest to keep them at bay. Eyes looking to the ceiling and trying to blink them away, it wasn't helping much.

"Fucking perfect…"

"It's ok, Ker… How 'bout I find one of my hair ties? My sister had to do the same thing while she was pregnant with the twins. It's nothing to be ashamed of." With another soft sniffle, Kerry would begrudgingly nod his head.

"Alright. Do whatcha need to." Kerry offered out his arm to Louise as a support to help her stand back up, watching as she'd start going through her things to find one of her hair ties. It wouldn't take her long to find a black one, then went back over toward Kerry. Kneeling back down, she got to work on securing them. At least they'd be able to stay in place, without the worry of them becoming loose on him. Due to their snug fit on Kerry's thighs, after all, she doubted they'd really be able to just fall with ease.

Standing back up with Kerry's help again, Louise would take in the sight of her husband. And as much as she wanted to praise him, to tell him how good he looked… he looked a little unkempt.

Not totally, of course. He looked showered, washed, great. But he also looked tired, uncomfortable, and like he wasn't particularly happy with what he was wearing. Not to mention the sweat beading at his forehead.

"You look tired."

"Damn, babe. Ya got me," Kerry chuckled softly, taking slow steps toward the bed so he could sit himself down. Next were the socks and shoes.

"I hope you don't end up sweating too much, Ker. I know you'll be annoyed with it if it keeps up for too long." Handing the shoe horn to Kerry, she'd let him take care of that. A bit of independence he could manage without getting too exerted. In the meantime, Louise got a tissue and began to dab at his sweat brow. "Stood too long?"

"Yeah," he lied. His contractions were noticeable by this point. Prominent. Annoying, but not unbearable. This was only gonna be a couple of hours, though. Once they were done, Kerry would just have Sarge take him over to the hospital. Worst comes to worst, he might just need Trauma Team to come get him. For once, he was actually going to make it to a damn hospital to have this kid, whether he liked it or not. "He said the whole thing starts at 9:30. Got a clue what time it is?"

"A quarter past 8. The AV should be here soon, right?"

"Should be. Fuckin' better be, 'cause I'm not puttin' up with the AV rushin' around while I'm like this just so it can get to the place on time. Especially since I'll probably need a damn toilet break halfway through." With an AV the ride wouldn't be that bad, but that didn't mean he wanted it going around as fast as possible to make the trip a short one.

"Do you want something to eat while you wait, then?"

"...Do we still have some pandesal still in the freezer?"

"We do. Do you want some with cheese or jam?"

"Maybe… cheese today." Louise pressed a kiss to the apple of Kerry's cheek.

"You go take up a spot outside to wait while it's still cool out. I'll be out in a few minutes," she assured, earning herself a nod in response.

"Headin' out now to sit by the helipad, then. Meet ya out there." He could drag a chair over by it at the very least. The trek down the steps and out to the yard to get it wasn't a fun one, but it was cooler out. Maybe that would help with his sweating and keep him from looking like too much of a mess before the AV showed up.

He'd pause in his attempt to drag a chair over toward the helipad, feeling another contraction hitting him. Fuck, they were getting there. Only about 7 minutes between each of them by this point. If they were going any way like his last two had, he was hoping this labor would be his longest yet. He had to keep telling himself that, so he wouldn't freak himself out, and in turn freak Louise out.

He could do this. He could do this.

Settling down in his seat once he was pleased with the spot he chose, he looked across the greenery of the outside of his mansion. Beautiful as always. He was looking forward to this being a place where their kid could play. …Well, once they fixed up all the cliff points anyway. Or, hell, maybe they could just get somewhere else. A place that was better with kids than NC. It had done nothing but destroy his families beforehand, so maybe… yeah.

Moving after the baby got a little older sounded like a good idea. Maybe he could even kick this shit for good, too.

Kerry jumped when he felt a slight tap on his shoulder, immediately looking over with wide eyes to find Louise. Of course. It was always going to be Louise. Just a bit on edge with everything going on, or something…

"Sorry," she cooed softly, "I didn't mean to scare ya. I got a couple for you." She offered out a couple of paper towels folded into one, with two warm pandesal with cheese in the middle of them. Kerry took the paper towel and immediately took a bite out of one of them, nodding his head.

"Fa–" Kerry cut himself out with how his words came out, quickly chewing more and swallowing the bite back. "Thank you, Lulu. Pull up a seat. Sit with me while we wait."

"I'd love to, but I can't. I'm actually gonna go meet a friend for a little bit while you're busy. I'll be there if you need me. Just wanna take a little bit of me time before the baby comes."

"Oh, no, of course. Have fun, Lou." Thank God. Thank all the gods known to religion. If Louise had taken up the offer, there was no way he'd be able to hide his labor for long. Getting this done now instead of scheduling it around having a baby to feed felt like its own special kind of hell. "Gotcha on speed dial in case the kid decides it's time ta drop, and with us probably havin' ta to this all in Corpo Plaza, I'll be close ta the hospital. I'll be all good."

"You're sure?"

"Definitely sure. You've been so damn helpful, stayin' up with me as much as you can when I can't sleep… Have some fun before we're definitely in Mom and Dad land."

"Ok. Just please call me if it happens." Louise knelt down and kissed Kerry's lips with a gentleness, caressing his jaw. Letting their lips part, Kerry nodded his head once.

"I will. Don't worry. We'll be fine. Have fun with Trina."

"I didn't say it was Trina," Louise hummed, standing up again.

"You're not whining about who it is yet, so it's gotta be Trina. I'd be surprised if it wasn't Trina."

"...Ya got me. It's Trina," she giggled to herself, approaching her car and unlocking it.

"Tell Trina I said hi. Have fun."

"I will. I love you."

"Love you too."

He'd keep an eye out, watching the car leave the parking space and drive out from within the gated area they lived. Great. Now just to survive the next few hours of Sarge, the producers, and their bullshit.

"Your contractions appear to be considered close enough to be admitted into hospital. Would you like me to reroute toward Night City Medical Center?"

"Fuck off Delamain."

"Understood, sir. My apologies."

Kerry was relieved when Delamain shut their trap. Guess this was what he got for having a platinum membership with the damn taxi service. At least Delamain would know if things got to a point of no return, but they weren't saying that. What all could they check on for him? It was clear they could tell when he was having contractions, but apparently not much else. Well, they probably could if he probably plugged in his personal link. But, nope. None of that today. He didn't need Delamain knowing how much his cervix was dilating with a single scan. Just the thought of that sounded creepy as fuck.

"I've recalculated our estimated arrival time. We will now arrive at approximately 9:17 am."

If he didn't know any better, he would've thought this damn AI was picking a fight with him. Yes, he knows he took a while during their pit stop. So fucking sue him, he was just shy of being 42 weeks pregnant. He was gonna take a while to do anything, but especially undressing and redressing after going to the bathroom. Kerry just rolled his eyes and settled his back against his seat for the second time now.

"Got it. Let Sarge know I'll be arriving soon, then," Kerry sighed out in annoyance, somehow managing to keep his irritation mostly to himself. If anyone deserved to be the subject of his pregnancy fueled rage, it was Sarge. At least he'd react with a whole lot more than just an under concerned customer service voice.

"Of course. I'll see that a message is sent momentarily."

A few minutes later, Delamain would speak up again. Kerry struggled to pay attention, given he was in the throes of another contraction.

"Mr. Sarge has been notified of your impending arrival. Would you like me to make him aware of your current condition?"

"No. It doesn't matter right now. I'll take care of it later, so don't worry your pretty little head about it, Del."

"Whoa, you weren't kidding!" Sarge spoke with a friendly chuckle to his deep voice. "You most definitely look like you're about to pop, Kerry."

All eyes had been locked onto Kerry as he slowly waddled his way into the MSM building. He was early, but it looked like everyone had been just waiting around for him. Party can never start without him, he guessed…

He was quick to retract away from the hand that reached out toward his belly, holding it protectively. Kerry didn't mind people touching, but fuck he didn't need people feeling how hard his stomach was right now. Good this he was hardly wearing his shirt at all, else it would probably give away just how strong they were getting.

Sarge, apparently, didn't appear to mind too much. He just laughed again.

"Right, right! My apologies. I didn't like much when anyone touched my bump without asking either. Do remind me, though, what was this one going to be?" Kerry sighed with the question, shifting his weight from one foot to the next.

"We didn't find out. Decided on a surprise," he answered politely enough, "so Louise picked names for whatever they might be. Theodore for a boy, Kimberly for a girl."

"Oh-ho, how special! Awfully normal compared to your first twos' names."

"Louise chose 'em. Made 'er happy. I liked 'em, too, so here we are. Can– could we get settled down? I can't stand for very long with my back and legs being how they are," Kerry asked, a slight frantic refrain to his voice.

"Of course! Come, everyone's here, so we may as well start things out!"

Sarge led the six of them down the hall from the helipad entrance where they'd met Kerry. Sarge and the four producers, unsurprisingly, walked faster than him, leading to him straggling behind them. They couldn't pay him to try to speed walk with a head so deep into his pelvis. What a fucking bizarre feeling. He hadn't felt it in decades, and would probably never feel it again after this.

They were definitely gonna be cutting this close. But, if he could perform half a concert up until he was practically giving birth, then he was pretty fuckin' sure he could just sit there and discuss his future album and tour while doing nothing but sitting down. He could do this.

It would take him a few seconds more for Kerry to get to the meeting room than the others. None of them really seemed too concerned about what was going on, or how he was acting. He didn't know whether he was annoyed by it or relieved. Clearly some of them knew what the fuck he was going through, but either didn't notice or give enough of a shit to say something. But then, thank god they weren't saying anything, because he wanted to get this over with.

"Let's make this quick," Kerry sighed, taking a spot at one of the seats at the right side of the table. He liked taking the head of the table, but fuck he needed more room to spread his legs. …Probably not a great sign. His stomach was just so damn big and the baby's head was so low that he couldn't help it. No matter what he did as of late, if he was sitting then his legs were usually spread.

"Yes, let's!" With Kerry forgoing the head of the table, Sarge would instead take up the mantle. "The new album, first of all. It's been a couple of years since the last… do you think you've made any strides in developing the new one, Kerry?"

"It's still in the beginning stages," he offered out honestly. "Can't rush this shit, man. Especially with the shit that's been goin' on."

"Of course, of course."

"And ya know what happened last time you tried ta push me into forcin' out an album. If I get ratings on an album like that again, no one here is ever gonna hear the fuckin' end of it." One of the producers began to sit up in their seat. A typical suit, eyeing him like he was a slow computer that wasn't performing the way as advertised.

"When do ya think we could be seein' a new–"

These absolute fucknuts. Leaning back in his seat, Kerry scowled and grit his teeth as now another contraction was hitting him. Shit, these were getting close. But it was fine. He had more than enough time. Hell, his water hadn't even broken yet. They would be fine.

What were they even arguing about now? Kerry was starting to lose his head about it all, honestly. He'd been sweating again for a while. Excused away by pregnancy again, but surely someone must've known by now, right? He didn't think he was selling being "alright" very well, especially with his expression contorting every three or so minutes now.

"Can we take a break here? I really need ta head ta the restroom." Kerry spoke up finally after feeling that uncomfortable urge for a few minutes now.

"Ah, sure! Here, here; I'll help you up," one of the producers volunteered, reaching out one hand while the other was quick to hover around Kerry in case he ended up losing his balance. It was actually really helpful, thankfully, but left as nothing but a footnote because he needed to go.

The walk to the bathroom was horrible in its own right. Walking down a long hall and a whole set of office cubicles to boot. There were so many eyes on him, he was surprised he didn't see anyone snapping pics 'r something. On one hand, this was a record label. They always saw artists like him around. On the other, he was Kerry fucking Eurodyne. Heavily pregnant Kerry Eurodyne, at that. This wasn't something you saw every day, and Kerry knew that.

But no one bothered him, and he managed to make it to the bathroom.

Another contraction came while he was in the bathroom, and was almost relieved when his water finally broke. The pressure had been brutal, and now he didn't have to worry about it bursting in front of everyone.

…Fuck, though, he knew he had to say something now. None of his kids lasted long once his water had broken. He'd probably make it to the hospital, but Louise was gonna be so disappointed if she missed this.

Eurodyne SENT: 10:39 AM [my water broke] [call trauma team or an av plz]

sarge SENT: 10:39 AM [the meeting is almost done!] [is the baby coming now?]

Eurodyne SENT: 10:40 AM [no] [but they've never come long after this point] [i need to go]

sarge SENT: 10:40 AM [we'll be done in 30 mins top] [then i will call someone ok?]

Oh for fuck's sake.

He was still leaking fluid, and this asshole was gonna make him keep going. He couldn't fucking believe this. And yeah he could always call someone himself, but wouldn't that just be a pretty picture? Four damn producers having no idea where their client is because his stupid ass manager is insisting he's fine when Trauma Team is literally bowling through the entire building to get to him.

Fuck it. He'd do it, but Sarge was gonna be one jobless mother fucker by the end of it.

Cleaning himself up and getting dressed through two uncushioned contractions felt like its own personal hell. Ok. He could do this. If he kept saying it, it had to happen. He could do this. He could do this. What else did they even really need from him? What more could they possibly need from him? This absolutely just could've been done over a video chat in a few weeks, and he was absolutely pissed about it.

He was pissed about it as he left the bathroom, and he was definitely pissed about it as he had to make the slow trek back toward the meeting room. It wouldn't take long at all for another contraction to hit, though. Grabbing onto a cubicle wall as it hit, he squeezed onto it as tightly as he could manage. The owner of the tiny area stood in alarm, where they were quickly face to face with Kerry Eurodyne.

"Mr. Eurodyne! Are… are you alright?" They asked. A smart ass remark sat at Kerry's lips, but couldn't get it out as he felt the overwhelming need to squat and bear down. With his body leaned over and his belly hanging low, he felt like he could hardly move an inch.

"S… Sarge– meetin' room…" Kerry grunted out, forcing himself to peel his fingers away from the cubicle wall and point down the hall. "Can't… move!" Yep, he was pushing. He wasn't even sure if he should be right now, but it felt like he had to.

More of the suits working within that area began to flock toward them, either watching from afar or approaching to get a better look at what was even going on.

"Mr. Eurodyne? Do you–"

"What can we do for you–"

"Tell us–"

A lot of voices started talking to him at once, and he just couldn't stand it. This was the worst possible situation. Holy shit.

"Trauma! Team!" Kerry would yell through his grit teeth. Oh, fuck, he needed to get a hold of Louise. She needed to know what was going on, but he couldn't bear to move right now.

"SARGE!" Without much choice in the matter, he finally raised his voice. If this fucker didn't hear him at all? Oh, he was going to end this guy. He was already gonna fucking end him at this rate.

Looking toward the right of him to see if there was any sign of his manager or producers coming out of the room, Kerry instead got a look at one of these lackey suits staring at him with glowing eyes. This gonk was recording him. He couldn't fucking believe this. How could this moment, this day, get any worse?!

It was the longest minute of his life, but the contraction passed. There wouldn't be long before another came, so he needed to do something fast. As much as he wanted this suit with the camera to fuck off, he knew it had to either be him or Sarge to call Louise. At the very least, he could try. Feeling around for his phone in his pocket, though, he would quickly find that it wasn't there.

He hadn't taken it out of his pocket, so then where could it be? The AV?

Well, shit.

It somehow got worse.

"Trauma Team's on their way!" A disembodied voice spoke up. Finally, someone was doing something!

"SARGE!" He screamed a second time, and finally he noticed the horde of people encroaching on his space even more. There were so many people around him, chattering about and panicking that he could hardly hear himself think, much less process everything that was going on. He felt Sarge's hand press against his shoulder.

"I'm here, I'm here…" That deep voice was trying its hardest to sound soothing, as though he wasn't the son of a bitch that tried to get him to walk all the way back down to the meeting room again. But, he was the only person he knew right now. So, Kerry had no choice but to rely on him.

"Call–" Kerry grunted, feeling that pressure of his baby's head even without the contraction. "–Louise!"

"Call Louise. Ok! I can do that. What am I telling her?" He was gonna kill him. Someone better hold him back after he was done having this baby, because he was going to kill him.

"Baby's coming. Goin' ta… ta the hospital…"

"Ok! Haha, how exciting!" Pulling his phone out, Sarge would step away from the crowd, leaving his client pretty much alone through this.

Looking around at the crowd he'd amassed, he looked toward the producers still awkwardly standing around him.

"Get– get… get 'em…" The pain was coming back. He needed to push. "Baby's comin'. Get these fuckin' suits away from me!"

"Hey, back off!" One of the producers attempted. They were nowhere near in as much control as they were before. Nothing but pathetic, ordinary suits now too.

Holding onto his stomach with one hand and the cubicle wall in the other, he would carefully begin to lower himself down to the floor. His legs were exhausted. All of him was, honestly. Maybe he could prolong this baby from coming if he just sat down. Maybe they'd at least wait until Trauma Team would get here. It couldn't take too long, right? Just breathe, Kerry. Breathe. Don't push. Breathe.

That was easy for a fuckin' labor coach to say! How the fuck was he supposed to just breathe to get rid of this damn urge? Kerry instead pressed a hand against his clothed groin. It was gross and damp from the still leaking amniotic fluid seeping through his underwear and pants, but he couldn't feel anything yet. Maybe just holding that there would help… Maybe he could just push a little and… hold her there? It was probably a fucked up thing to do. It wouldn't be for long, though, right?

Trauma Team would be here soon.

Unlike everyone else around him, they'd help him soon.

It was that thought that led him to allowing himself to bear down and push. Bringing his knees up about as much as they could without his arms helping them any, he spread his legs and bore down to push. Not with all of his might, but enough to satisfy that urge, that need.

"Louise said she'll be on her way to the hospital, Kerry. No need ta worry about it!" Kerry could hear Sarge say, but he couldn't have cared less in that moment. Not when he could feel his baby starting to come down.

C'mon, kid. Hold out a little while longer. Your mom wants to meet you first.

The pain subsided again, and it all came flooding back. The eyes, the people. A whole mass of people that didn't give a shit about him and that he, in turn, didn't give a single damn about. He was alone in this. Totally, abhorrently alone. With people recording, to just marveling at what the fuck was even going on right now. Crowding him. No one was helping him. Even his fucking manager had no will to just sit down beside him and comfort him some. Then again, part of this was his fucking fault in the first place.

Part? Oh, no. Most of this was his fault!

Pushing again, he was surprised by how much work that push was already doing, getting them down to start spreading him wide. Shit, if he wasn't careful, he might just end up having them right in his damn pants again. Keeping his hand there, he wouldn't keep much pressure on the spot. So when he'd push again, he'd feel the head pushing outwards against his hand. It was the most bizarre feeling he'd ever felt, though it would quickly be overtaken by the sharp burn of the stretch.

Letting go of the effort, though, the baby's head would recede back into him.

Was everyone seriously still just doing nothing? Nothing but watching him do this? Grunting out in irritation, he rubbed his stomach like it would actually do anything to help.

"C'mon, kid… Work with me here," Kerry strained. "Your mom's gonna be upset is she– ooh… misses this… Ohhh, fuck this!" He wanted to have the will, the ability to refrain himself from pushing, but he just didn't. Everything in his body was telling him to get this baby out, while his mind even knew that trying to keep the baby inside wasn't going to do him or the baby any good.

Removing his hand, he'd instead just push with the contractions that kept coming while they waited.

More noise began to erupt from down the hall, where the helipad entrance had let him into the building just under two hours ago. That had to be them, right?

”BACK AWAY FROM THE PATIENT!"

Definitely them. Thank god, 'cause he was pretty sure he was crowning. He was a little too afraid to touch down there to actually find out at this point, to know just how far he'd gone with all of this.

The crowd was finally dispersing, and as he looked up, he'd see a group of four different medics with guns pointed at everyone but him. One placed a stretcher on the ground beside him.

"Get on the stretcher." One of them instructed.

"Can't. Mm… Head's– head's almost– ah, shit, here it comes!" The force was impossible to ignore. Before any of the medics could do anything about it, the lump that was already in Kerry's pants grew. More fluid seeped through his clothes, pooling on the floor below him. Some gagged, others gasped. One of the medics cursed.

Two of them returned their guns to their holsters and were quick to approach Kerry's side. Both of them took care in helping Kerry onto the stretcher. The baby had little room at this point. If they were gonna come out any further, they'd basically have to divert straight down into his pant leg. And as much as he knew he was never gonna wear these pants again, he didn't really want that sensation in his memory.

"Going up," one of the medics warned, and suddenly he was in the air. It was an uncomfortable sensation, sitting up on a stretcher with a baby's head between his legs. Kerry had confidence in Trauma Team, though. They were fuckers in their own right sometimes, but far less than suits. They just needed to get him to the AV before they could help him deliver the rest of the baby.

He caressed his baby's head through his pants, murmuring words of assurance under his breath.

The other two medics followed, walking backwards to ensure their guns still stayed toward the crowd that'd once surrounded him. Once outside, though, their pistols would go back in their holsters and they'd quicken the pace toward the AV.

"How far along are you?" One asked as the door to the AV closed behind them. Another medic was removing their uniform gloves and putting on sterile ones, while the two holding onto his stretcher secured it so it wouldn't be rocking about as the AV took off and began to fly away.

"A… a couple days– shit…"

"Don't push, Mr. Eurodyne. Please answer the question."

"A-Almost… almost 42 weeks."

"Safe to deliver, then. We're going to remove your pants, Mr. Eurodyne. Do you co–"

"Yes! Just get them off! Kid wants out!" He wanted to yell at one of them. He wanted someone to try to call Louise, but he wasn't sure that was possible at this point. Transferring the contact info took way too much mental concentration to do while his body was in so much pain.

"To make this quick, we're going to cut them off."

"Good! Fuckin' good riddance," Kerry groaned, struggling in his attempts not to push. "Just fucking do it!"

The gloved medic was quick to cut up through his pant leg until they got to the top. Then came opening up the crotch area completely, and then cutting the underwear off. Finally, the baby didn't have any pressure against their head. Looking to the gloved medic, Kerry looked for some semblance of approval.

"Can I push? Fuckin' hell, I need to push…"

"No cord around the baby's neck. Lie down and push."

"You couldn't pay me ta lie down right now. Someone get the fuck behind me and brace me! Now!"

"You need to lie down and–"

"I am Kerry fucking Eurodyne! Either help me get this kid out 'r I'm doin' it myself, and you fuckers are gonna–" Asserting authority like that wasn't really his schtick, in truth. …Well, not all the time. He was pretty damn sure it was warranted here, though! If he had to give birth here and not with his wife, then he was doing this his way. "Brace! Me!"

One of the medics reluctantly sat behind Kerry, keeping a hand up and against the wall to brace himself against it.

"Ok Mr. Eurodyne, calm down and push." The last two medics in the back would be there to help him pull up and spread his legs. With that sufficient amount of room and with the support behind him, it wasn't difficult for Kerry to push down with all of his might to try to get this baby out. His hands gripped tightly to the side of the stretcher, to keep himself from accidentally scooting himself off of his spot.

He wouldn't be able to see anything as it happened. Between the efforts and his large stomach, it just wasn't happening. So all he could do was feel the sharp stings as his baby's body finally made its way out of him. One shoulder, then the other. And with one last push and about ten minutes left until they made it to the hospital, Theodore Nordin-Eurodyne was born.

Hearing the baby's sharp cry, Kerry's eyes opened and watched as the gloved medic picked his son up. Gunk and fluid was promptly suctioned out of his mouth, making his cry clearer. Already he could see, his boy had such dark hair. No surprise there, but it just felt so good to see. His boy. His first boy.

"Give him to me," Kerry begged softly.

"Just a moment," the medic spoke softly. A shiny material was being wrapped around the newborn. A means to keep him warm until they made it to the hospital. Kerry was pretty sure he'd seen something like that on TV at some point in his life. So, he allowed it.

Finally, once he was covered, Kerry was given his third child.

Louise was going to be heartbroken, and he already felt so sorry. But god, he was perfect. Poor kid was gonna be all over the screamsheets with him if that asshole posted that vid. He'd take care of it. Kerry would do anything and everything in his power to take care of his little boy.

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