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Vlad turned, then started at the unexpectedly close proximity of the barmaid who was smiling coyly up at him. If she were any closer he’d have felt compelled to propose out of propriety.
“Um,” he said, watching as her fingers trailed slowly up her neck, head tilting to the side in an inviting manner as she reached to tuck an errant curl away from her face. “You haven’t seen a werewolf around here, have you?”
“What?” She blinked.
“Dark hair, blue eyes?” Vlad hazarded, gesturing the length of himself “About my height but about twice as broad and looks like he could bench press a horse and carriage if he wanted to?”
“Oh, him.” her tone flattened like a punctured souffle. “There was a fight and he broke it up. Cook’s resting his hand on ice.”
“Of course he did,” Vlad rolled his eyes.
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can get for you, m’lord?” the barmaid tried again, twirling the end of a piece of silk which acted for a poor woman’s choker. “Whatever you’d like?”
Vlad smiled politely, “No, thank you,, now if you’ll excuse me…”
“Look, sorry…is that it?”
“What?” Vlad blinked.
“Only I thought…we thought…”
Vlad looked up and found himself the subject of scrutiny from several pairs of eyes, all of them belonging to a gaggle of pretty girls in possession of varying degrees of ample bosom very nearly on display, and hungry, hard smiles. One of them had even managed to conveniently prick her finger.
Oh dear…he thought, fang chasers.
“Look, I’m sure you’re all lovely and you’d make wonderful drones,”
Vlad sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Some of you might even survive the full bite. But you can’t just flash a bit of clavicular notch and expect
a quick nip and an invitation to eternal darkness. We’re not all balcony jumpers you know.”
I’m not sure if this will make the final cut, but Vlad being forever indignant about the stereotype that vampires are soulless ravishing blood suckers rendered senseless at the sight of a bit of negligee and some blood is my favorite.
Prompt: Spock is trying to woo Bones, but said doctor is completely oblivious because there is no way anyone would want a grumpy old divorced doctor, let alone Spock who is amazing and wonderful. Basically poor Bones has some self-esteem issues, and even though he's head over heels in love with Spock, he's so sure there is no way Spock could ever want him.
I need to get
my writing mojo going and kill some time! Send me a ship or a character, and a
word (or an au) and I’ll write a 500-1000 word drabble for it.
So it’s more Leonard being cantankerous and confused rather than being down on himself, but this prompt seemed to nicely follow another one I did. I hope this is okay for you Nonnie!
Okay, it’s not like Leonard knows many Vulcans,
well, really he only knows a half Vulcan so…
Half Vulcans are weird.
It doesn’t take much to figure that out. First they’re
all stoicism and logic doing everything so by the book you just want to smack
them upside the head with one, and then they’re all wild, deeply emotional
displays that leave you staring in open mouthed shock trying to figure out how
you’re supposed to process what’s just happened. There’s no middle ground with
them that’s for sure, and they certainly keep you on your toes. Well, at least
The man is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma
that is impossible to read and defies all attempts to understand him. You’d
think for a person that’s so damned invested in logic, that there would be a logical
way to determine just what it is that makes him tick.
There isn’t; Leonard’s tried, because that would
just be too damn easy now wouldn’t it?
It’s a very good thing that Leonard likes a
Half Vulcans are confusing.
Leonard has always assumed that Spock only
tolerates him because he respects his medical qualifications and abilities. On
a personal level, he’s always gotten the impression that Spock would be just as
content if their paths never crossed - which, honestly, Leonard was completely
fine with because Spock seems to have a very unique ability to rile Leonard up
with very little effort.
So imagine his joy when, after a little moment of
weakness on Joanna’s birthday, Spock kept randomly showing up wherever Leonard
Okay, they’re on a space ship, there’s only so many
places a person, especially an officer, can go. Bu it’s still a very big
space ship, and there should be no reason for Spock to randomly appear from
behind every corner Leonard turns.
Now if it was Jim, Leonard would, does, understand.
Now though, he’s seeing more of Spock than he does of Jim. Turn around in
med-bay, and there’s Spock watching him with a bland expression that Leonard
might mistake for boredom, if not for the fact that Spock’s in med-bay
during his free shift. Spock sits with Leonard during meals now, and even walks
with him from the officer’s mess toward med-bay when their meal hour is over –
and he has no idea when their meal times started lining up, but it’s been every
day for a month now.
Then there’s the touching – which if he’s being
honest with himself, Leonard doesn’t mind. They’re just small, seemingly accidental,
unconscious grazes of Spock’s fingers over him - the back of his hand in the
hall way, the inside of his wrist in med-bay, along the back of his neck as
Spock passes behind him in the mess hall. Now, they’re not unpleasant, far from
it, they send a pleasurable little tingle down Leonard’s spine that he has to
consciously force himself not to notice, but it is a little unnerving. Aren’t
Vulcans supposed to be touch empaths?
Either way, it all has Leonard feeling jumpier than
a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
“Excuse me, doctor.”
Leonard nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound
of Spock’s voice. He turns away from the inventory he’s organizing to look at
Spock, his eyebrow rising with a silent demand to know what the hell the man is
doing in his med-bay when it’s clear that he has no injury. “Yeah? What is it,
Spock? I’m a bit busy, as you might be able to tell.”
“Yes I see that, my apologies for interrupting. I
came to inquire whether you would like to join me for a meal this evening.”
Leonard’s eyebrow climbs higher. “You’ve been
eating every meal with Jim and I, Spock. Don’t think I can exactly stop you.”
“You misunderstand, Leonard. I was speaking of a
private dinner, between the two of us. I have acquired some Kentucky bourbon,
and the captain has informed me that you are quite fond of it.”
Leonard stares, his mind frantically tries to
process all the information being thrown at it. Is Spock asking him on a date?
Do Vulcans date? Does Spock even know what a date is? No, no probably not. That’s
just ridiculous. He’s a middle-aged, divorced, human, why had he even thought
the word date? Spock probably just doesn’t like bourbon and sees this as the
most effective way to get rid of it without being disrespectful to the person
who had given it to him.
“All right,” Leonard responds at last, his voice a
little wary. “I never say no to a spot of good bourbon. I’ll be by at the end
Spock nods “I look forward to it, Leonard.” Is
that- is that a smile tugging at the corner of his lips? It’s gone before
Leonard can be sure, and Spock’s out the door and probably back to the bridge.
What in the hell?
Half Vulcans are impossible.
It’s been another long day, and all Leonard is
looking forward to, now that all the fires are put out, is his bed and a nice
glass of bourbon. There’s only so much hell a man can live through before
enough is enough.
He’s just gotten out of the shower when there’s a
knock on his door. “Yeah just a minute.”
It better not be someone coming to bring him back
to medical. He turned his damn comm off for a reason. If it’s a true emergency
Jim can override, but anything short of the plague breaking out or a full on
Klingon invasion force his very capable medical staff can deal with.
He pulls on a pair of sweats and throws a t-shirt
over his head then goes to let whoever it is in.
The door slides open to reveal Spock standing there
with a- “Is that a bouquet?”
He must be more tired than he thought, his
imagination is getting the better of him.
“Indeed. May I come in, Leonard?”
“That- Yeah, yeah sure.” Shaking his head, Leonard
steps aside to let Spock through, and the door hisses shut behind him.
They stand there for a moment, both of them
awkward, just staring at each other.
“So…a bouquet?” Leonard can feel a smile growing,
though he’s not sure if it’s hysteria or not, so he tries to keep it under
“Yes. For you. I was talking to Jim, and it seems
as though the intentions in my romantic overtures to you were not being fully
understood. I asked him what he thought the best way was to make my intentions
Leonard groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.
He can feel a headache coming on. “Did you honestly ask Jim for advice on
dating? On dating me?”
Spock blinks, nods, and then, then comprehension
dawns. “I suppose that was not wise, Jim will-”
“Jim is going to tease us for the next millennia,
you can count on it.” Still, Leonard smiles, and reaches to take the flowers
Spock is still holding.
Their hands brush. Spock trails his index and
middle finger up the back of Leonard’s hand, sending that delicious tingling
through him all over again. “It is worth it, because now I get to see you
Half Vulcans are impossibly confusing idiots, but
in this case, Leonard can’t bring himself to care. A warm bloom of happiness fills
him and his smile widens as he meets Spock’s earnest gaze.
“So, Spock, what exactly are your intentions
Psychedelica of the Black Butterfly Prologue 01-04 Translation + Video
Yooo sinners~! I’ve gotten asked to translate this game in the past and I was kinda ehhh about it. But then I heard loads of good things. Nil Admirari was another one requested to me a lot. You have to consider though, I have to buy the games I translate. I can’t be spending hundreds of dollars on games since I don’t work.
I chose psychedelica because I liked the system set-up better and the atmosphere. Plus I’m a sucker for amnesia plots. No one knows shit in the beginning of this game.
This will be a test run. If people show interest, I’ll continue. If not, I dunno haha.
Summary: The mornings are made better by KIbum’s wonderful lips
Jonghyun sleeps in most of the time being that he stays up
late to compose or just to watch TV. Kibum—his boyfriend of two years—always tells
him that it’s bad for his eyes but Jonghyun’s reply is always something cheesy
and oh-so cliché that makes Kibum cringe his way away from the older. “You say
TV is bad for me, but your radiant smile Kibum is so bright, I’ve already gone
Kibum would gag and then stare at Jonghyun in awe and ask him
how he thought up such phrases so quickly and if he had them stored up.
Jonghyun would tap his temple and with a crooked grin he’d reply. “My thoughts
have been expanding in an attempt to please you.”
But this morning was different, Kibum was up bright and
early even though he didn’t go to sleep late last night. He had a long shift
and then a late musical broadcast. So he came home around midnight and of
course that night of all nights Jonghyun wanted to have sex.
“Kibum, come on, I’m practically
begging you.” Jonghyun groans slipping his hand down to grip Kibum’s ass. “Fuck
off, Jjong, I’m tired.” Kibum’s grumpiness spiked up five levels on late
nights, especially when he was worn out. Jonghyun feigns hurt and backs away
with a frown. “But I just want your hands in my hair and your lips on my neck.”
Jonghyun hums and Kibum brushes past him. “Dirty talk won’t work on me tonight,
babe.” He calls and so with great defeat Jonghyun retreats to the bedroom, his
Kibum steps down the hallway (he slept on couch last night
so Jonghyun wouldn’t try anything) and he walks on his tip-toes a giddy grin
playing along his full lips. He’d surprise his sweetheart of two years with a
morning present. He gently pushes the door open to the room and his eyes
flicker with love across Jonghyun’s soundly sleeping frame. His chest would
heave out before sinking slowly back in and in that moment, Kibum appreciated
Jonghyun’s habit of undressing in his sleep.
His pale chest and his tan, brown nipples that Kibum would
suck on occasion before biting (much to Jonghyun’s pleasure) and the glorious
indentations of his abs made Kibum swallow with anticipation and excitement for
what he was about to do. “Wakey-wakey,” Kibum coos and Jonghyun stirs turning
on the bed and squinting to look a Kibum. “Bummie? What time is it?”
“Seven in the morning.” Kibum replies stepping towards the
end of the bed and stopping. “What? Really?” his voice was hoarse and rough in
the way Kibum liked. His morning voice. The time when he was most sensitive and
“Yeah, wanna go back to sleep?” Kibum asks placing one hand
to the bed and sinking a knee at a time into the mattress. “You can if you
want.” Kibum continues hoping that Jonghyun would talk some more in his slow
and gravely morning voice. “No…I should get up.”
“Mm, you should.” Jonghyun sits up finally taking notice of
Kibum’s position. “Bummie, babe, what are you doing?” he asks, his brown eyes
resting on Kibum’s head which was hidden beneath the blanket and nearing his
crotch. “Nothing.” Kibum hums and Jonghyun snorts.
“You can’t just say nothing
when I can feel your breath on my cock.”
In Idaho, an ice cream potato is a real thing you can get at the fair.
(It’s vanilla ice cream covered in cocoa powder to look like a potato, not ice cream made out of potatoes. Although I’m sure someone somewhere has done the latter at some point, and now I kinda want to try that.)
title: tongue tied pairing: initial oikawa/kuroo, eventual iwaizumi/oikawa and kuroo/kenma chapter word count: 12,868 total word count: 105,511 summary: [college!au] “so you’re hooking up with oikawa, the guy i’m in love with, because it’s the only way you can deal with kenma, the guy you’re in love with?” iwaizumi asks slowly. kuroo frowns a little, strokes his chin contemplatively. “i can see why you punched me now, iwaizumi. i totally deserved it.”