#I can't to the cross-out o on my computer :(

[ephemeralgalaxies]

no no don't talk to me. you're telling me that Blitz and Stolas both have pictures with the other of themselves smiling while the other doesn't? and those are the ones they each keep? you're telling me there is a tangible representation of their different perspectives of their relationship???

Stolas' pictures including a conscious Blitz looking away from the camera and Stolas. Blitz's picture including an unconscious Stolas cuddled up next to him. Because Stolas believes them on equal footing/the same page about what their dynamic is with Blitz just hating every minute of it and Stolas. Because Blitz believes they're on different levels entirely and that the only way he can be content is when the rest of the world (and Stolas specifically) live on without him.

Because Stolas and Blitz are both terrified of being/dying alone, but while Stolas would sacrifice his love for Blitz, Blitz doesn't believe his own love is worth anything to begin with.

[tomssexdoll]

hey baybay

can u do 2010 bill and he’s on the couch working on the humanoid album on his laptop and he’s super duper busy and has been for the past few days. you’ve been sexually frustrated since he started getting busy all day everyday and your fingers weren’t cutting it anymore. you walk up to him on the couch, trying to get him to put his laptop down. “baby please? it’s been so long.. i miss your cock” you whine. he doesn’t respond until you let out a bratty whine. “i don’t need distractions, maus” he says. you huff and you climb on the couch on all 4 limbs and start laying soft pecks on his neck. “y/n i said no distractions.” he says sternly. “can’t help it when my pussy feels so neglected,” you respond. bills sharks his laptop and places it down and grabs you roughly. “then i guess im gonna need to make it feel loved again, hm?” THEN HE ABSOLUTELY ANNIHILATES UR COOCH IN SEVERAL POSITIONS ON THE COUCH and degrades🌚🌚

HEYYYY OFC

Bill has been SUPER busy with work lately, he's releasing the humanoid album soon and needs to work extra hard to see if everything is set up correctly.

This means I barely have any time to spend with him, no kisses, no cuddles, no sex, nothing. I've been so frustrated the past few days, getting tired of using my fingers. I needed his cock, badly.

Today I decided to annoy him, see if he would finally give in, even if it meant I'd get punished, at least he'd pay attention to me for a while. I stood in front of his computer, "babyyy" I grinned, trying to close his laptop but he grabbed my hand and softly pushed it away.

"Not now honey, busy" he muttered, eyes still glued to the screen, I sighed "baby please? it's been so long...I miss your cock" I whined. Nothing was working, he didn't give any mind to my whines and pleas.

But it was cut short. "Bill!" I whined, a hint of brattiness in my tone. He finally turned to me, frustration lingering in his eyes, "I don't need distractons maus, go do something" I sighed dramatically, crossing my arms and thinking of what I should do, surely he'd eventually cave?

Then, an idea hit me. If i just kept on distracting him, there was no way he wouldn't do anything. I slowly climbed onto the couch, crawling towards him and softly kissing his neck, little pecks peppered all over the skin. "Y/n, I said no distractions" he said sternly, pulling his neck away. I grunted, "can't help it when my pussy feels so neglected.." mumbling to myself.

It didn't take long for him to snap, he shut his computer harshly, grabbing me roughly and pulling me towards him, "then I guess I'm going to need to make it feeled loved again hm?"

My eyes lit up, nodding eagearly and laying back on the couch. He came in between my legs, lifting my oversized shirt up and sliding my panties off, seeing my aching, throbbing cunt.

"Oh baby..it's so wet, so needy for me" he pouted, sliding his pants and boxers off, his erection springing out. "Baby.." I whined, moving my hips to try and feel his cock at least brush on my folds.

"Patience baby.." he leaned in, kissing me softly and pushing his cock in, stretching me out after a while. "Oh fuck!" I cried out, all 8 inches buried in my needy cunt.

"You ready?" he smirked, I nodded and held onto him. He started to thrust hard and fast, my pussy finally relieved after being neglected for so long.

"Ohh fuck!" I cried out, my nails digging into his back, he groaned at the pain, motivating him to go faster. His cock was pounding in me, hitting every single spot that I loved.

"Fucking slut..can't even be patient, hm?" he growled, a hand coming to my bouncing boobs and squeezing them roughly, "gonna take every inch of me and you're gonna fucking love it, I better not hear you whine" he warned me, tone full of seriousness.

"O-okay.." I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

As he rammed his cock into me it started to feel like too much, his cock would sometimes overstimulate me very quickly, causing me to have frequent breaks when fucking. But this time, it wasn't happening.

"Oww!" I whined, his eyes filled with rage "what did I fucking say?" he flipped me over, pounding into me from behind, smacking my ass roughly.

"Bad girl..fucking bratty slut..can't even take my cock" he spat harsh insults at me, slapping my ass harshly, red marks forming on the cheeks.

I kept crying out, his spanks only getting crueler, "B-bill!" I whimpered, balls slapping against my pussy harshly. "So fucking good..fuck.." he groaned, rolling his head back.

Bill kept on twisting me into different positions, riding him, doggystyle, missionary, even from the side.

His cock would pound up into me as I layed on my side, his hands caressing my waist softly, kissing my neck roughly and leaving marks everywhere. The pleasure was getting too hard to handle, switching positions every 5 minutes was NOT for the weak.

Finally, a knot formed in my stomach, his cock continuing to pound harshly into me, hitting my g spot constantly, waves of pleasure coursing throughout my body.

"Cum for me baby..be a good slut" he groaned, his face stuffed into my neck, his chest pressed against mine. "Mmm!" I cried out, my orgasm washing over me, cumming all over his perfect cock. He groaned at my pussy clenching around him, also cumming, his load shot deeply into me, coating my walls.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @tomsonlyslut @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @bkaulitzlover @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @ge-billsgf

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 49 – SMUT PT. 2

Slut Era by BladeoftheNebula

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 26,232 Tags: A/B/O, College AU, Miscommunication

Summary: Tony never meant to become the campus bicycle but since that was apparently what was expected of him he figured it was easier just to lean into it. He just never expected Steve Rogers would ever want to take a ride.

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, Tony, you oblivious fool. The misunderstanding in this is utterly hilarious from the reader's perspective, and I love how long it takes Steve and Tony to realize that they've had their wires crossed from the very beginning. But despite their shared idiocy, the smut is absolutely delicious. Definitely check this one out, it's amazing!

Not So Secret Anymore by Sineala

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 22,488 Tags: Identity Porn, Pining, Mutual Masturbation

Summary: When Steve's laptop isn't working right, Tony offers to fix it for him, and he quickly discovers the problem: computer viruses. He also discovers a fairly large amount of porn. Gay porn. But that can't be Steve's gay porn, surely. Captain America doesn't have hundreds of gigabytes of gay porn. A virus must have put it there. Clearly the best thing to do is to delete all of this gay porn that doesn't belong on Steve's computer and then they'll never have to have a conversation about it and Steve will definitely never find out about the massive crush Tony has on him. Good idea. This plan is perfect. Right up until Tony gets an email from Steve, asking if he could please have his collection of homosexual pornography back now.

Reasons why I love it: Everything about this situation feels completely true to who Steve and Tony are as characters to me. As always, Sineala manages to hit that perfect balance between smut and fluff, and it always leaves me smiling by the end of it. I adore this fic, and I really hope you give it a shot for yourself!

The Longest Distance Between Two Points by fohatic

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Steve/Tony/Sharon Rating: E Words: 17,153 Tags: Threesome, Virgin Steve, Double Penetration

Summary: Maybe Steve didn't know how to be a bona fide stud. Maybe the poor guy just needed someone to help him sort out his issues, and set him on the path to becoming the panty-dropping heartbreaker that he was meant to be... Tony could be that someone... -- Tony is strangely invested in helping Steve lose his virginity. When he meets a pretty SHIELD agent named Sharon, some casual flirting reveals that not only do she and Steve know each other, but that she’s not opposed to Tony’s wild suggestion to get Steve to join them in bed together. Or, how Sharon Carter eventually figures out that Steve and Tony really just want to get each other naked. A Stony love story with a porny twist.

Reasons why I love it: This is definitely the most roundabout way that Tony could've gotten into Steve's pants, but it's also one of the hottest things I've read recently, so he's excused. The sexual tension is amazing, and I love how Tony takes the reins and shows Steve how to have a good time. If you haven't read this one, you're seriously missing out!

[yuyu1024]

Two friends with Benefit

Pairings: Yunho × y/n x Mingi

Genre/tags: arranged marriage, cheating

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 poly, smut, cursing, pet names, jealousy, smut/angst, kink/fetish, fingering, unprotected sex [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: reposting all my stories one by one again as I deleted my acct by mistake. All of the stories I will be posting is all mine. (All of my fanfics/oneshots are also available wattpad @/shinestar1024)

It has been more than a year since you moved in to your new apartment. Work has been so hectic for you that going back from work and your house, with your parents, every damn day is too much to handle. Sleep is very important for you. If you can't sleep, you can't focus on work. And if you can focus o work, your boss will probably yell at you and shame you in front of everybody. Nobody wants that. You need this job. You need the paycheck and that money can't give you the space you need. Everything is so damn expensive these days.

And that's why, you are incredibly lucky that your two best friends from college offered their extra room for you.

Yunho and Mingi are both working at the same tech company that is in the area. Their work pays well thats why they can afford the nice and spacious apartment they have now.

The room they gave you was their gaming room. Its spacious enough for you and your needs so you can't complain about it. It's free! Actually everything is sort of free to you. They didn't asked you to pay or share besides your part of the rental. Which makes you question how much they earn by typing things in their computers.

But besides that, the two towers are not just your roommates. Besides being your bestfriends, these two have been your fuck bodies for awhile now. It started from a small bet while all three of you are tipsy and now it flourished to this amazing trio that you thought will never work but It did... and its still going.

"Babe!" Mingi is across the street from where you at, waving. He's smiling and jumping. He can't wait to cross the street. Yunho is standing beside him, laughing at him.

When the signal says Okay to cross, Mingi runs and immidiately hugs you. "Y/n, you're back!"

You've been away for a week because of a work thing and this has been the longest you three have been separated.

"Yeaaah, glad to be back. I miss my bed..." You pout

"Just the bed?" Yunho tugs the strand of hair that's been bothering you.

"Of course I missed you two! My roommate for the trip is a handful... she's so talkative and does not respect my personal space. I CAN'T!" you say, rolling your eyes.

"Guess you prefer us being noisy than her..." Mingi says

"Of course..." You wrap your hands around his arm and lean your head.

"You look tired... so let's get home and eat something good to make you feel better." Yunho takes your luggage and carries it for you.

"Thank, Yunho."

When you guys arrive at the apartment, the first thing you did is lay down on the huge as sofa that you call your second bed. This is is where you usually fall asleep after a night out or an extreme overtime at work.

"I miss this!" You hug the pillows like you've been gone for a year.

"Yah!" Yunho comes over and playfully pulls your leg so you get closer to him and slaps your butt "Don't be such a tease this... we should eat first... like proper food before we can play."

You giggle as you see how Yunho's eyes are gazing on you. "Did you missed me that much?"

"you have no idea." he crawls over you until he reaches you, close enough that both of you lips almost touchs.

You bit your lip gently, teasing him even more. "You can show me later..." you whisper

"Oh, you bet I will." Yunho leans more and finally kisses you. The kiss is soft and yet tender that it pulls you in wanting more.

"Seriously? No one is going to help me prepare dinner?" Mingi calls you guys out

Laughing, "Okay, okay! I will get up and help you!" Yunho plants a small kiss on your cheek before letting you go.

"You! Yunho! You're taking advantage of me being busy here in the kitchen...why did you start making out with y/n?"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it. I missed her." Yunho takes an apron and puts it in.

"I too, missed her. I've been dreaming about having sex with her for days now... but we need to cook first!" Mingi pouts

"Aww! Mingi!" You get up and walk towards the kitchen to hug your baby giant. "Don't pout... I am back... we can make your dreams come true."

Hearing that made Mingi happy. He can't hide the smile on his face. "I promise to make you feel good. To fill you up." He leans down to kiss you, placing his hand behind your neck.

You start to moan as he continues to kiss you, then suddenly you felt hands moving from behind you. "Maybe... we should just skip dinner or order in for later?" Yunho breathes as his hands skims over your breast.

"Ah! Yunho!" You cry, leaning your head back to his chest. He's fingers circling over your hard tips. "S-shit! That's so good!"

"Baby, you sound so heavenly." Mingi goes down on his knees, kissing your exposed stomach as she starts to unbutton your jeans.

"Your breast is so plump." Yunho kisses you hard as he massages your boobs. "It's perfect... that... it fits our hands..." he says in between kisses.

"Ahh!" You raise your hand to grab onto Yunho as you feel the cooling sensation down there. Mingi removed your pants so easily.

"I've been craving this for a week now." Mingi snarls as he puts his face between your legs. "I want to eat now... can I go ahead?" He asks Yunho

"Go ahead... I'll make her busy up here..." Yunho changes his position have more access to yout breast. "Tell us to stop okay? If it's too much..."

"I... will..uhhh..." you try to answer but your knees weakens as you felt Mingi's tongue lick you up. "G-God!"

Smirking, Yunho unclasps your bra, freeing your plumps breast. He grabs one to massage while the other one he starts to lick using his tongue.

"Fuck!" You grab onto the counter for support. These guys are really making up for the whole damn week you've been gone. They are sucking the life out of you.

"W-wait..." you tap both of them. They stop and looks at you. "Let me... breathe..."

"Are we being too much?" Yunho kisses the back of your hand. "Do you want us to continue this on bed?"

"I can't wait to go to bed. Just fuck me on the sofa." You pull both of them with you. "Sit."

The two of them follows. They both stare at you, as you strip the rest of your clothes in front of them.

"Damn." Mingi bites his lips as he watches you. "You're so sexy!"

"Am I?" After throwing away the last clothing, you get closer to Mingi, spread your legs and sat on his lap. "Since, you are the first one to talk... you can fuck me first."

"Yes!" Mingi lowers down his jogger bands along with his boxers. The tip of his cock shows and the sight already makes you wet. "Come to Daddy little kitten!"

He gently puts himself in your core. He's to long and thick that you can already feel the thightness.

"Baby," you cry as you look at Yunho, sitting beside you two, watching. "Fuck!" You gasp as Mingi begins thrusting. "Kiss me..." You ask Yunho

He takes his top off, lowers his pants and moves closer to kiss you as he strokes himself.

"Y/n!" Mingi cries as you start to move your hips together with him in rythm. "You're so... tight!" He growls. "S-so good!"

Yunho backs away from kissing you and then moves to the next person. "You're so noisy. Making me jealous that you're fucking her first." Yunho goes in and kisses Mingi.

The other boy is so naughty, that he bit Yunho's lip lightly. "Don't worry. I'll make it quick so you can fuck her next while I fuck you behind."

[slay00ryu]

The Devil's Celebrations.

For our dearest Devil's birthday.

November the 18th shall be remembered as the day Devil stepped onto earth to bring corruption to us all. - N, the so-called god of writing who curves Ronin into your hearts.

Birthdays.

Ronin didn't particularly hate them, he simply didn't care until someone made a big deal out of it, be it Angel or Ther.

So on the 18th of November he watched as the server was flooded with birthday wishes, even V dropped one. Ronin chuckled at how dedicated he was to wish him a good day even if he did intend to catch him.

Ronin read through the whole channel again, that's when he noticed that you didn't send anything, no wish, no message. Well it was midnight and you were offline so you were probably asleep after another tiring day full of writing and editing news reports. He shrugged.

"Guess they'll send it tomorrow."

He turned his computer off and pushed his chair back with his foot so it would arrive at his bed.

"G'night sad world, the Devil still lives to bring ruin. Hah, what an edgy bullshit."

He laughed at his own words and fell onto his bed to sleep.

.

.

.

Six in the morning, that's what Ronin's phone said when he opened his eyes. Even the world wanted the Devil awake at the right hour on his day of birth.

He noticed zero new messages, weird, you're usually awake and trying to get out of his bed while he pulled you closer and stopped you from leaving for hours.

But you weren't there, even weirder. You would come to bother him or call to wake him up o he can talk to you.

He decided to think about it when he eats something, takes his T and maybe bothers the server. As he walked out of his room he heard someone humming, the sound coming from his kitchen. He went there, his steps quiet, careful, not to disturb whoever was in his kitchen.

To his surprise it was you.

Swaying to some song on your headphones while you were preparing something. He leaned on the doorway, admiring your carelessness about his presence. He was waiting for you to turn around, but when you didn't he took the initiative.

"Ah! Ronin! Fuck... You scared me."

You exclaimed when Ronin wrapped his arms around your waist. He chuckled at your reaction.

"Awh, you didn't come to wake me up or texted me, I wanted to see you."

He whispered into your ear, moving his lips lower to kiss your neck and shoulder.

"Yeah, because it was supposed to be a surprise Ronin."

You titled your head to the side and sighed.

"Do you seriously have to?"

Your tired and annoyed voice made him chuckle.

"What do you have here?"

He looked over your shoulder. in the middle of the table there was a cake, a beautiful cake shaped and made into an anatomical heart, it looked absolutely insane how detailed it was.

"It's all edible?"

Ronin asked in awe of your hard work, this couldn't be an edible cake with all the detail,

"No, it's plastic."

You rolled your eyes.

"Do you think I spent all this time, watched all those baking videos ,and even took a few classes to bring you something that you can't even eat?"

You scoffed and crossed your arms.

"Aw, you worked so hard darling."

He kissed your cheek with a teasing grin.

"So what now?"

He asked.

"You blow out the candles."

"What candles-"

Before he could finish you stuck three candles with the number six on them and light them up.

"These. Now blow, I want to eat."

You said with a sweet smile. Ronin laughed, finding this amusing. Of course you would do something like this!

He stood next to you and thought for a bit, then he blew at the candles.

"So now comes my wish."

He turned to you.

"Ronin you're not supposed to say it or it-"

He stopped you from talking with his lips. The kiss was sweet, passionate. Ronin was totally in euphoria from what you did for him.

To his surprise, while you were kissing, you pulled something on his head. He broke the kiss and reached out in confusion. What he took of his head was a crocheted black beanie with white curled horns, bigger than the ones on his old beanie. He smirked and kissed your forehead.

"Awh babe, this is great, a little sloppy tho."

He raised his hands in surrender when you elbowed him.

"Shut up, you don't even know how long it took..."

You sighed and looked him in his eyes with a genuine smile.

"Happy Birthday Ro, I wish to spend every single one with you from now on."

[badkitty3000]

What icks would Five have? Things that are nit character flaws and can be sweet for others but make him cringe

This is a fun one! Five is a grumpy old man with little patience for people, but he's also a romantic at heart, so he probably would be ok with a lot of cheesy couple things (cuddling, holding hands, buying flowers, slow dancing, etc). But I could definitely see him rolling his eyes at a lot of things and refusing to participate in some couple activities. Here's a list I compiled off the top of my head.

Sharing food. This is the first one that came to my head, and it makes me laugh to think about his gf in the beginning of their relationship, casually leaning over to try a bite of his spaghetti and he just knocks her fork out of the way with his and blocks his plate with his arm. "What do you think you're doing?" he'll say incredulously. "Uh...I just wanted to try your food. It looks good." He laughs, shaking his head. "What are you, crazy? Get your own damn spaghetti." Then he continues eating while guarding his plate and giving her the side eye, with no further explanation given.

Sitting on the same side of the table at a restaurant. Along the same lines as the food thing. This is highly annoying, and if you sit in a booth next to him, with the other side completely open, he's going to frown deeply at you and then immediately blink over to the other side. He needs his space, especially when eating. Besides, you can't be trusted not to try and steal something off his plate. Oh, and don't try and feed him a bite of something off your fork. You may find the fork flying across the restaurant after he swats it angrily out of your hand.

Overly "cute" dates. Five is romantic, and he likes to take his ladies out on the town, but he's also traditional. Dinner, movie, stroll around the park, maybe a trip to a museum or aquarium. But other things like mini golf (utterly ridiculous game, also he once got kicked out for attacking the windmill with his club), picnics (he's had enough of eating meals on the ground, thank you very much), costume parties with matching couples costumes (Five Hargreeves does NOT wear costumes. Although, he has no issue seeing his s/o dressed in some sexy little cat or bunny outfit, or maybe even Wonder Woman because maybe he had a crush on her as a kid. Just don't ask him to participate because he's not doing it) are a hard pass.

Texting/sharing memes/social media. We're going to go ahead and assume he lives in an AU where there's cell phones. The phone is a necessity and he loves having a mini computer in his pocket to whip out and prove to someone else how right he is about something. He will text when needed, and in brevity. Yes, he will also send some sexy ones to make sure you're thinking of him and to get ready for whatever he's got planned for you later that night. BUT, there will be no sending memes or funny gifs. He is an old man and probably pronounces it "mee mee" and rolls his eyes when you try to show him one. Social media is also out, so don't bother trying to tag him in anything or make cute anniversary or birthday announcements for him.

Selfies. Just no. If you have a pic of him on your phone, it's probably one you had to sneak when he wasn't looking.

Tickling. I feel like this should go without saying. Some people may think this is cute...Five does NOT. Can you even imagine trying to tickle this man? I guess you could go ahead and try, but I promise it will only be a one time deal and you would be taking your life in your hands. I don't care how much he loves you. He's also not going to be doing the tickling. Unless it's by accident when he's running his hands down your body. And if you kept giggling, he'll sigh heavily and stop what he's doing. "Are you finished?" he'll ask, one eyebrow raised. You'll nod your head, restraining the urge to laugh. Then when he's back to touching you and you start up again, he'll lean back with his arms crossed. "I can't work under these conditions. Let me know when you've pulled yourself together. I'll wait."

This is all I came up with. What are some you think he would have? I love hearing others' takes on Five's little idiosyncrasies. Please share, I want to know!

[yxngbxkkie]

i love you (h.j)

so, i found a tik tok that you can watch here of hannie saying i love you. and, i wanted to write a fic based on it. it's kinda sad but it has a happy ending 🥹 i hope you guys like it! 💓

feedback is appreciated 🥰

"Are you seriously being this way?" Jisung asks you with pointed eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. "I told you that this month's going to be busy. Our comeback is coming up quickly."

You scoff and run a hand through your hair, getting frustrated. "Okay, and I get that," you tell him. "But, I also thought that you'd make a little time for your fiancé."

The dark brunette rolls his eyes before walking towards the front door. "You're really going to throw that in my face? You said you understood. This is my life. It's always going to be this way," he mentions, putting his shoes back on.

"Where are you going?" You ask him, looking towards the clock.

"I'm going back to the studio. I'm not going to sit here and argue with you over stuff you already know, Y/N," Jisung sighs, opening the door to your shared apartment. "You're being really clingy right now, and I just… I can't handle it."

You purse your lips as tears begin to pool in your eyes. "God forbid I worry about you, Jisung," you laugh, shaking your head. "If you don't want someone clingy, maybe we shouldn't get married."

Silence fills the shared space, and both of you avoid eye contact with one another. Tears begin to slide down your cheeks, feeling a little hurt that he's not fighting to stay with you.

You walk away from him first, heading into your bedroom. You flinch a bit when you hear the front door shut, silence continuing to fill your apartment.

Your lip quivers as you look down at your engagement ring. A sob escapes your lips as you slide the ring off of your fingers, gently placing it on the dresser.

After trying to stop yourself from crying so much, you grab your duffel bag out of the closet. You stuff some clothes into it, packing everything you might need for the next couple of days.

A part of you wants to text Jisung to let him know that you're not going to be home. But, another part of you wants him to worry. Maybe he'll come to his senses and not let this small argument ruin your relationship.

You tuck your hair behind your ears before wiping the tear streaks from your face. You slip your shoes on and walk out the front door, locking it behind you.

~

Jisung plops down in Chan's chair, releasing a deep sigh. He rubs his hands along his face as the argument he had with you replays in his head.

He checks his phone and frowns at the photo of you on his lock screen. Jisung slowly closes his eyes, knowing that he's not going to get anything done in this state.

He scrolls through his contact list and decides to call Minho. He presses the phone against his ear while staring at the white table.

"Ya," Minho answers after the third ring, hearing the sound of oil bubbling in the background.

"Minho hyung," Jisung starts to break down, tears spilling from his round eyes. "I think I fucked up."

"What happened? Where are you?" Minho asks him.

Jisung wipes his eyes while leaning back in the computer chair. "I'm in Chan's studio," he mentions, sniffling a bit. "Y/N and I got into an argument… a-and now I don't even know if we're together anymore."

"Ya, Han Jisung, I swear," Minho sighs. "You need to go back home right now and make up for whatever argument you had. Understand? Otherwise, you're going to lose her."

"O-Okay. I'll head there now," Jisung whispers into the phone, shoving all of his stuff back into his bag. "I'll talk to you later, hyung."

"Let me know what happens, okay?" Minho's worried voice reaches Jisung's ears, causing the younger boy to nod his head.

He hangs up the phone afterward and quickly rushes out of the studio. It doesn't take him very long to get back home. He pulls his house keys from inside his pocket, unlocking the door before opening it.

His heart drops at the sight of an empty apartment. The only light comes from the oven in the kitchen. "Y/N?" He calls out your name, slipping his shoes off.

Jisung's heart races in his chest as he checks each room. He checks the bedroom last and notices the ring sitting on the dresser. He swallows the lump in his throat, tears quickly pooling.

"No, no, no," he mutters to himself, gripping the ring until his knuckles turn white. He grabs his phone with his free hand, typing in your number before calling. He starts to panic when it immediately goes to voice-mail.

He takes deep breaths, feeling an anxiety attack coming on. Jisung redials your number, calling again. "Come on, baby, please," he begs to himself as he tries to call for a third time, getting the same result.

His hands shake as he looks at the screen, seeing your cheery smile break his heart more than it already is. He swallows the lump in his throat, moving to sit against the wall.

"I guess I'll just leave a message…" He whispers, dialing your number.

~

You wake up feeling like absolute shit. A groan leaves your lips, bringing a hand to your forehead. "This is what I get for crying myself to sleep," you sigh, pushing the covers off of you.

You glance around the hotel room you're staying in, your chest clenching at the thought of what happened yesterday. You reach for your phone and turn it on for the first time in twelve hours.

The first notification that pops up is a voice-mail from Jisung. You hover your finger over the message, debating on whether or not you should listen to it. You swallow the lump in your throat and decide to listen to it.

You press play and press the phone against your ear. Your heart strings tug as soon as Jisungs voice starts. "Instead of apologizing, I'll say I love you," he starts, noticing his voice is a bit raspy and you frown. "Thank you for worrying about me, I love you. Really, thank you. I love you. I love you so much. I love you immensely. I love you endlessly. I love you completely. I love you so much. I really love you. I love you the most. I love you the most in the world. I completely, madly love you."

By the time the voice-mail finishes, you're crying your eyes out. You cover your mouth with your free hand, not wanting to be too loud with your sobs. You pull the device away from your ear, not hesitating to call him back.

You click on his contact and press the phone to your ear again, listening to it ring. After the fifth ring, Jisung picks up. "Honey?" He mutters, causing your breath to hitch. "Baby, listen, I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to call you clingy. It's just… this comeback is really exhausting, and I took it out on you. A-And I know that's not an excuse, but I don't want to lose you. I won't survive."

"Jisung," you cry out, his words making your heart hurt even more. "I don't want to lose you either."

"Come home, please," he begs before mumbling incoherently. Your lip trembles as Jisung starts to cry on his side of the phone. "I love you so much. I'll work on myself, I promise. Please marry me still."

"I'll still marry you, baby," you whisper, sniffling. "I'm sorry I left. I'm coming home right now."

You stand up from the bed, quickly making it before gathering your things. Jisung's still on the phone with you, and his voice comes through the device.

"You have nothing to apologize about, honey. This is all my fault," he reassures you. "When you come home, can I give you a kiss?"

A breathy laugh escapes your lips, and you grab a tissue to wipe your nose with. "Yeah, baby, you can give me a kiss," you tell him, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You pause what you're doing as your gaze is fixed on the marble sink. "You pinky promise this won't happen again?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die, honey. I will never, ever do this again. I love you."

"I love you, Han Jisung."

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A Little Distracted – Keys

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I walked into his apartment with a bag of food in one arm and a six-pack of beer in the other. I had barely kicked off my shoes when I felt it. Something was off.

"Keys?" I called out as I walked into the kitchen and put the stuff down. I started getting nervous when he didn't respond. "Keys? Where are you?"

I left the kitchen and started walking through his apartment. "Keys? Come on. Please say something. Keys? Give me a grunt or a crash so I know where you're at."

I let out a sigh of relief when I heard a soft grunt coming from the extra room that Keys turned into an office space for himself. I jogged down the hall and stopped in the doorway. When I saw him, my heart sank into my stomach.

"Hey, you," I said gently.

"Hi," he mumbled, his eyes still glued to his computer.

"I brought food," I said, shoving my hands into my back pockets. "And beer. You up for a break?"

He grunted but kept typing on his computer. I watched him for a few minutes but his focus was entirely on his code.

"Keys, I really think you should take a break," I sighed. "You're starting to worry me. Remember senior year with your project?"

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"Keys."

"I'm fine. Why the hell is this not working?" Keys interrupted himself.

"Keys, I'm bleeding."

"I will take a break as soon as I finish this part of the code."

"You always say that," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Take a break and help me with this bullet wound."

"In a minute."

"I'm dying."

"I will eat as soon as this. . ."

My heart sank when I realized he had officially gotten to the point where he couldn't even finish his thought. I smirked when I got an idea, "How about we skip dinner, go to your room, and just go to town on each other? Let's do it, Keys. Take me to your room and make love to me."

"Wait, what?" Keys said, finally looking away from his computer and turning his chair around.

"Of course, that you hear," I sighed, throwing my hands up in defeat. Before he could say anything, I turned on my heel and walked back to the kitchen. I tried to push down my anger as I set up the food.

"Y/N," Keys sighed as he joined me in the kitchen. "I'm sorry, but you know I have to do this. I have to get it done."

"Save it," I cut him off. "I've heard it all before; Just one more line of code. Just ten more minutes. I'm almost done, Y/N, I swear. Warm up the food. I'll be there in a minute. I can't do this anymore, Keys."

I mumbled that last part. I looked up at him to see him studying me.

"Y/N. . ." He started.

"Maybe I should go," I sighed. "There's no point in me being here. Especially if you are going to ignore me and go back to coding."

I left the kitchen, ignoring the sound of Keys running after me. I reached the front door before he grabbed my hand and stopped me. He grabbed my hand and turned me toward him.

"Please don't leave," he begged. Keys looked down at my hand in his and quickly let it go. "What can I do to make this better?"

"Take a break," I said instantly. "Eat dinner with me and watch a movie. Hang out like we usually do without the distraction of your code. I know coding is important to you, but you've been killing yourself for the game. You need to think about whether or not this is worth it."

"It is," he said under his breath.

"Is it?" I challenged. "Do you not remember our senior year? You got so focused on coding a game you were working on that you didn't eat for two days. When I finally forced my way into your room through your window, you were basically comatose."

Keys opened his mouth to say something, but at the last minute, he decided against it. Without a word, he let go of one of my hands and took me back into the kitchen. He led me to the table and finally let go of my hand as he pulled out a chair for me.

I sat down, not entirely believing that he was actually going to walk away from his coding. But he did. Instead of going to his office, Keys walked over to the counter where I put the food and started pulling the containers out of the bag.

I couldn't push back the smile as he carried the food over to me, put it down in the middle of the table, and sat across from me. I watched as he took off the wrapper and took a bite of his burger.

"Hey," he said, his mouth full, "I thought we were both eating."

"Sorry," I chuckled as I finally stopped staring at him and started eating my burger.

As we ate, I could tell his mind was still on his game. When we finished, I got up and started cleaning. I looked over my shoulder to see Keys checking his watch and drumming his fingers on his knee.

"Just go," I sighed.

"What do you mean?" He asked, faking innocence.

"Come on, Keys," I said, turning toward him and crossing my arms over my chest. "You are dying to go back to your code. That's fine, but I'm not going to sit here, knowing you'd rather be working."

I started to leave again, but Keys jumped up, ran around me, and got in front of me. He gently grabbed my shoulders and sighed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I was trying, Y/N. I swear."

"I know," I said softly. "But I also know that you would rather be working so. . ."

"No," he cut me off. "I'd rather be hanging out with you."

I knew he was lying but I let him believe that I believed him.

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While we watched the movie, Keys kept glancing at his watch. The further into the movie we got, the more restless Keys got.

"This isn't working," Keys grunted as he paused the movie.

"Okay," I said, turning towards him and tucking my feet under myself. "Let's try something else."

"Y/N," he sighed, "I appreciate the help but. . ."

"Talk it out."

"What?"

"Talk it out," I repeated. "Everything with your game, with your code. Talk it out."

"Are you. . . Are you serious?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "I tried distracting you with food and a movie but that didn't work so let's try this. All the feelings, all the frustration, let it out."

"You mean it?"

"Of course I do. You're my best friend, Keys. I hate seeing you like this, so, let me have it."

I sat back and listened as Keys told me everything about his game. He told me about where he was struggling. He told me about the issues in his code. He told me about how there was one specific part in his code that wasn't syncing correctly. He told me about the characters he was creating and how he needed a couple more that he couldn't come up with.

"And there's one character," he sighed, "that I can't crack."

"Show me," I shrugged. Keys jumped up, grabbed my hand, and led me into his office. He sat down at the desk and I leaned on his chair behind him. I tried to understand as he explained his code to me but it went over my head.

"You said you could figure it out," I said slowly once he was done explaining.

"I can," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "I just. . ."

When he didn't continue, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned my chin on his head.

"Did you ever think about getting inspiration about people from people?"

"What does that even mean?" Keys chuckled as he reached up and gently grabbed my wrists, not pulling them from around him.

"You said you had a few other NPCs, right?" I asked.

"Yeah," Keys elongated. "So?

"I meant that you should try getting inspiration for your NPCs from people around you," I explained. "You know, the guy at the ice cream cart, the checkout girl at the coffee shop, the overly friendly cop, the crazy cat lady that lives on your bottom floor. And then maybe it can help you come up with new characters."

I looked down to see him staring at his computer but with a different expression on his face. I loosened my grip a little so I could get a better view of the look on his face.

"What?" He chuckled, clearing his throat.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Of course," he shrugged. I let go of him and moved so I was leaning against his desk.

"Talk to me, Keys," I pushed. "What's going on with you?"

"I'm distracted," he said slowly. "My code is. . ."

"You got this faraway look in your eyes," I cut him off.  "It made me nervous."

"I didn't do that," he stuttered.

"Walter," I said, my voice soft. Keys' eyes instantly softened when I used his real name.

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "But, really, it's nothing."

My breath got caught in my throat when he maintained eye contact but something changed. It might have been the way he looked at me. It might have been how close we suddenly were. It might have been the feelings I've pushed down most of my life.

"Okay," I whispered, trying to get rid of the tension. "I guess. . . I believe you."

"Do you?" Keys asked, inching closer to me. It felt like my heart jumped into my throat when his eyes glanced down at my lips. When he looked back up at me, he realized that I had noticed.

"Something's bothering you," I said under my breath. "Please tell me."

I gasped when Keys leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to mine. I reached forward and gently put my hands on his shoulders. As our lips moved in sync, Keys gently grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap.

We let our emotions and feelings boil to the surface as our lips continued to move roughly against each other. When neither one of us could breathe, we broke the kiss and leaned our foreheads against each other.

"You're why I'm distracted," he whispered, out of breath from the kiss. "You and Lovelorn."

"Me and who?"

"Lovelorn," he continued to explain. "He's a character I designed to never meet the love of his life."

"That's kinda sad," I whispered.

"I know," he chuckled light-heartedly. "But it was how I was feeling. Until. . ."

"Until?"

"A couple of weeks ago, you called me almost in tears," Keys said as he reached up and cupped a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering. "You were frustrated with school and your Mom had called you to get on your case about not having a boyfriend. I came over for dinner and you fell asleep in my arms. I've known about your sleep-talking since high school but that night, you kept whispering my name. You started sleep-talking that I was your hero. I realized how much I wanted to live up to your expectations of me. I had to be worthy to be called your hero. Knowing that you trusted me and depended on me, gave me hope. I would find the love of my life. In fact, I already have."

"You have?"

Keys reached up and gently grabbed my chin. He pulled me down and pressed his lips to mine. My entire body was on fire and my heart was in my throat as our lips moved delicately in sync.

"I have," he whispered as he broke the kiss. "Any chance Lovelorn's soulmate loves him too?"

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile as he kissed me back. I grabbed his face, deepening the kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to his chest. I let out a small moan as Keys slipped his tongue into my mouth. We tightened our arms around each other as our tongues battled for dominance.

I broke the kiss and we both had matching cheesy grins on our faces. I felt my face start to burn as he rubbed my hips.

"Lovelorn's soulmate feels the same way about him."

[princesssdark88]

𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚘𝚢 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎)

♡ Lembrando a todos que este post é meramente ilustrativo, e feito apenas para divertimento dos fãs. ♡ Reminding everyone that this post is merely illustrative, and made just for the amusement of fans. ♡ I hope you enjoy it! ♡

HONGJOONG

"Amor, você viu meu chapéu..." - Disse Hongjoong entrando no quarto enquanto você estava com a cara enfiada na frente do computador terminando um trabalho.

"Que tipo de chapéu, amor?" - Responde você sem nem levantar a cabeça.

"O de caubói, oras!" - Diz ele num tom mais alto, virando na sua direção, com ar de "Ô mulher, você não tá me vendo, né!" enquanto volta a mexe no guarda roupa.

"Pra quê diabos você precisa de um chapéu de caubói, Kim Hongjoong?" - Diz você ainda concentrada, esquecendo completamente que ele tinha falado que ia testa uns looks pros shows nos estados unidos.

"ACHEIII! Eu sabia que tava aqui! Agora assim, fico perfeito!" - Diz ele colocando o chapéu recém encontrando na cabeça, olhando pro espelho enquanto fazia caras e bocas e mexia no cinto de fivela que tava usando.

Nessa hora depois de tanto falatório, você resolve levanta o rosto do computador e olha pro espelho se deparando com seu namorado vestido tal qual um caubói, de chapéu, camisa preta, calça jeans, cinto de fivela e bota, sensualizando na frente do espelho.

"Que show você pretende usar esse look?" - Diz você olhando pro espelho da cama enquanto seu namorado cruza os olhos com os seus, ouvindo a pergunta que você fez.

"Eu ainda não sei!" - Diz ele com cara de dúvida, virando o rosto de lado pensando.

"Pois então eu terei que mandar cancelar essa turnê, pois o caubói Hongjoong está proibido de sair dessa casa" - Diz você com cara séria olhando pra ele, enquanto já ia fechando o computador para colocar na mesinha ao lado da cama.

Automaticamente seu namorado entendeu o recado. Mordendo os lábios, ele se vira olhando você, e enquanto caminha em direção a cama abrindo o cinto de fivela que ele usava na calça, Kim Hongjoong fala: "Então acho bom você vir cavalgar em mim, pra esse caubói não conseguir mais sair dessa cama".

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"Honey, you saw my hat…" - Hongjoong said entering the room while you were with your face buried in front of the computer finishing a job.

"What kind of hat, love?" - You answer without even raising your head.

"The cowboy, girl!" - he says in a louder tone, turning in his direction, with an air of "Hey woman, you don't see me, right!" as he goes back to the wardrobe.

"Why the hell do you need a cowboy hat, Kim Hongjoong?" - You say still concentrated, completely forgetting that he had said he was going to test some looks for the shows in the United States.

"I FOUND IT! I knew I was here! Now like this, I'm perfect!" - He says putting the newly found hat on his head, looking at the mirror while making faces and mouths and fiddling with the buckle belt he was wearing.

At this time, after so much talk, you decide to raise your face from the computer and look at the mirror to find your boyfriend dressed like a cowboy, wearing a hat, black shirt, jeans, buckle belt and boots, sensualizing in front of the mirror.

"What show do you intend to wear this look?" - You say looking in the bed mirror while your boyfriend crosses eyes with yours, listening to the question you asked.

"I still don't know!" - He says with a doubtful face, turning his face aside thinking.

"Well then I'll have to cancel this tour, because the cowboy Hongjoong is forbidden to leave this house" - You say with a serious face looking at him, as you were closing the computer to put it on the table next to the bed.

Automatically her boyfriend got the message. Biting his lips, he turns around looking at you, and as he walks towards the bed opening the buckle belt he wore on his pants, Kim Hongjoong says: "Then I think you'd better come ride on me, so this cowboy can't get out of this bed anymore."

YUNHO

"E aí tem a parte que eu subo em cima, coloco o chapéu e canto "naneunya godokan chongjabi tang tang tang tang" " - Disse Yunho todo animado contando destalhes da nova turnê, enquanto vocês estavam sentados no sofá olhando televisão juntos.

"Então você vai virá um caubói?" - Diz você segurando o queixo do seu namorado, levando os lábios em direção a boca dele.

"Simmmm" - Diz ele todo manhoso, puxando você mais pra perto pra te dar um beijo, enquanto você acomodava melhor suas pernas pra fica no colo dele.

Mas do nada ele te coloca de volta pra onde você estava e diz: "Espera aí", e sai correndo em direção ao quarto, o que é bem típico do Yunho, já que ele adora fazer algo pra te surpreende, te fazer rir, ou te deixa "mais animada".

Um tempinho se passa e nada dele volta, "Yunho, vou ter que mandar fazer um cartaz de procurado pra você, amor?", diz você já levantando pra ir em direção ao quarto.

Mas basto levanta do sofá e você viu ele saindo do quarto com um chapéu escuro, uma jaqueta jeans com tiras, uma calça escura com um cinto de fivela e anéis de metal nos dedos andando de forma casual na sua direção.

Você já tinha visto Yunho sensual de muitas formas, mas hoje o caubói Yunho era seu novo ideal.

"O visual não é bem esse, mas é tipo isso que eu vo usa, e tem esses anéis que vo coloca sempre, o seonghwa falou que eles deixam minha mãos mais sensuais... O que você acha?" - Diz ele vindo na sua direção enquanto mexe na jaqueta e na colarinho da camiseta que estava usando.

Sem conseguir se mover de perto do sofá, tudo que você consegue dizer é: "Caubói Yunho, acho que eu preciso de ajuda, preciso das suas mãos sensuais aqui no meu corpo" - Diz você apontando pro seu short, enquanto começa a levanta a camiseta que você está usando, deixando seu namorado com um sorriso nos lábios.

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"And then there's the part where I climb on top, put on the hat and sing "naneunya godokan chongjabi tang tang tang tang" - Yunho said excitedly telling details of the new tour, while you were sitting on the couch watching television together.

"So you're going to come a cowboy?" - You say holding your boyfriend's chin, bringing your lips towards his mouth.

"Yes" - He says all sly, pulling you closer to give you a kiss, while you better accommodated your legs to be on his lap.

But out of nowhere he puts you back to where you were and says: "Wait a minute", and runs towards the bedroom, which is very typical of Yunho, since he loves to do something to surprise you, make you laugh, or make you "more excited".

A little time passes and nothing from him comes back, "Yunho, will I have to have a wanted poster made for you, love?", you say already getting up to go towards the bedroom.

But enough gets up from the couch and you saw him coming out of the room with a dark hat, a denim jacket with straps, dark pants with a buckle belt and metal rings on his fingers walking casually towards you.

You had seen sensual Yunho in many forms, but today the cowboy Yunho was your new ideal.

"The look is not quite like that, but that's what I wear, and there are these rings that I always wear, the seonghwa said that they make my hands more sensual… What do you think?" - He says coming towards you as he fiddles with the jacket and collar of the t-shirt he was wearing.

Unable to move near the couch, all you can say is: "Cowboy Yunho, I think I need help, I need your sexy hands here on my body" - You say pointing to your shorts, as you start to lift the t-shirt you're wearing, leaving your boyfriend with a smile on his lips.

SEONGHWA

Aproveitando que Seonghwa veio passar uns dias com você nas férias dele, seus pais decidiram convidar vocês para passar um dia na fazenda dos seus avós. Seonghwa estava o jantar da noite anterior todo animado ouvindo seus pais falarem de tudo que iam fazer, colheita de frutas, plantar legumes, visitar o pomar, piquenique.

Na manhã seguinte, você estava tomando café na mesa com seus pais, quando Seonghwa aparece vestindo uma regata marrom, uma calça tingida e um chapéu que no momento estava pendurado na parte de trás das suas costas pelo cordão no pescoço dele.

Era a primeira vez que você via ele com um visual assim, e automaticamente você ficou sem reação quase derrubando a xícara de café. Sua mãe falou: "Uau, parece que alguém está preparado e animado para o dia de hoje, venha Seonghwa tome seu café antes de irmos que será um dia longo". Seonghwa sentou dando bom dia para você com um beijinho no seu rosto, mas você não conseguia pensa em mais nada além do Seonghwa caubói sentado do seu lado. Sim esse foi o apelido que você deu para o Seonghwa do dia, uma brincadeira que vocês tem sobre os looks que ele usa a cada dia.

"Nós vamos na frente levando as coisas filha, como você sabe o caminho, tomem café com calma e esperamos vocês lá!" - disse seu pai. "Tá bem" - disse você acordando dos seus pensamentos. Seus pais partiram com o carro, e Seonghwa já ia dando mais uma garfada no bolo que sua mãe tinha feito quando você agarrou o braço dele dizendo: "Chega de café, vem!" já levantando da mesa arrastando seu namorado. "Pra onde?" - Diz Seonghwa quase se afogando com o café que tinha bebido, com um garfo na mão com um pedaço de bolo preso nele. "Pra cama, eu preciso urgentemente monta em cima de você" - Diz você sem rodeios completamente séria segurando a mão dele rumo ao quarto. "Mas a gente pode fazer isso depois, amor" - Diz ele sorrindo puxando você em direção a mesa. "Seonghwa, qual foi a palavra que você não entendeu, EU QUERO QUE VOCE ME COMA AGORA, EU ESTOU COMPLETAMENTE ABSURDAMENTE ENLOUQUECIDAMENTE MOLHADA OLHANDO PRA VOCÊ VESTIDO ASSIM, você entendeu agora?" - Diz você olhando firme pro seu namorado, os olhos sedentos por ele naquele momento. Seonghwa passa o dedo na frente do corpo de cima abaixo, e olhando pra você ele aponta pra escada sorrindo enquanto diz: "Então acho bom você subir logo, porque quando eu pega você, você vai ver o que é fica completamente molhada".

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Taking advantage of the fact that Seonghwa came to spend a few days with you on his vacation, your parents decided to invite you to spend a day at your grandparents' farm. Seonghwa was the night before dinner all excited listening to his parents talk about everything they were going to do, picking fruits, planting vegetables, visiting the orchard, picnic.

The next morning, you were having breakfast at the table with your parents, when Seonghwa appears wearing a brown tank top, dyed pants, and a hat that was currently hanging from the back of your back by the cord around his neck.

It was the first time you saw him with a look like this, and automatically you had no reaction almost knocking over the coffee cup. His mother said, "Wow, it looks like someone is prepared and excited for today, come Seonghwa and have your coffee before we go, it's going to be a long day." Seonghwa sat down saying good morning to you with a kiss on your cheek, but you couldn't think of anything else but the cowboy Seonghwa sitting next to you. Yes, that was the nickname you gave to the Seonghwa of the day, a joke you have about the looks he wears every day.

"We'll go ahead taking things daughter, as you know the way, have coffee calmly and we'll wait for you there!" - Said her father. "Okay" - You said waking up from your thoughts. Your parents left with the car, and Seonghwa was already taking another bite of the cake your mother had made when you grabbed his arm saying: "No more coffee, come!" already getting up from the table dragging your boyfriend.

"Where to?" - says Seonghwa almost drowning with the coffee he had drunk, with a fork in his hand with a piece of cake stuck in it. "To bed, I urgently need to ride on top of you" - You say bluntly completely seriously holding his hand towards the bedroom. "But we can do it later, love" - He says smiling pulling you towards the table.

"Seonghwa, what was the word you didn't understand, I WANT YOU TO EAT ME NOW, I'M COMPLETELY ABSURDLY CRAZY WET LOOKING AT YOU DRESSED LIKE THIS, do you understand now?" - You say looking firmly at your boyfriend, eyes thirsty for him at that moment. Seonghwa runs his finger in front of the body from top to bottom, and looking at you he points to the stairs smiling as he says: "So I think you'd better go up soon, because when I pick you up, you'll see what it is and you get completely wet".

YEOSANG

Depois que você decidiu que sua produção no curso de moda seria voltada pro público masculino, ter um namorado ajudava bastante na hora da sua criação e produção, principalmente se seu namorado era Kang Yeosang.

Como este mês era temático, e como você sabia que o novo conceito do Ateez seria voltado para o tema faroeste/western, você decidiu produzir algumas peças nesse estilo. Depois de um longo período pedindo pro seu namorado servir de modelo pra sua produção, hoje era dia de tirar algumas fotos dos looks pra você mostra para sua orientadora. Yeosang achava ótimo já que isso rendia muitas ocasiões para ele exibir o corpo pra você e mais oportunidades de vocês passarem um tempo juntos.

"YeoYeo, você conseguiu vestir tudo? Quer ajuda? Estou esperando para a gente ver se precisa ajusta e tira as fotos" - Disse você já preparando a câmera para tirar fotos do look enquanto seu namorado vestia a primeira roupa no banheiro.

"Já amor. Estou indo" - Falou ele com uma voz grossa do banheiro.

Assim que cruzou a porta do banheiro, seu namorado vestindo um chapéu, a camisa escura bordada que você confecciono, uma calça jeans escura e um cinto de fivela se encostou na parede ao lado da porta e falou: "Sabe amor, sua camisa é linda, mas acho que você não encontrará modelo tão sexy quanto eu para usá-la no dia do desfile de apresentação".

Assim que você ouviu isso, você não conseguiu esconder um sorriso, seu namorado além de lindo adora fazer graça quando você estão juntos, diferente da personalidade mais tímida dele diante das câmeras.

Mas basto você olha pra ele vestindo aquele visual de caubói que você sentiu algo diferente. Ele parecia tão bonito, tão sensual, você aceitaria qualquer pedido dele se ele mandasse em você vestido assim. Ele percebeu que você ficou calada olhando pra ele, e o Yeosang não é de perde oportunidades quando sabe que deixo você desconcertada.

"Solta essa câmera e vem aqui" - Disse ele, olhando pra você com a mão na cintura e apontando na direção da cama.

Você deixou a câmera na mesa. Yeosang era sempre um cara gentil, mas tinha momentos que ele sabia que tudo que você precisava era do Yeosang malvado, então seguiu na direção que o seu namorado pediu.

Mas antes que você pudesse se aproximar, ele falou: "Se você for uma boa garota, eu posso até tirar umas fotos com essa roupa depois pra você, mas antes eu preciso doma uma gatinha selvagem" disse ele tirando o cinto da calça e indo em direção a você.

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After you decided that your production in the fashion course would be aimed at the male audience, having a boyfriend helped a lot when it came to your creation and production, especially if your boyfriend was Kang Yeosang.

As this month was themed, and as you knew that the new concept of Ateez would be focused on the western/western theme, you decided to produce some pieces in this style. After a long period of asking your boyfriend to serve as a model for your production, today was the day to take some photos of the looks for you to show to your advisor. Yeosang thought it was great since it yielded many occasions for him to show off his body to you and more opportunities for you to spend time together.

"YeoYeo, did you manage to wear everything? Want help? I'm waiting for us to see if we need to adjust and take the photos" - You said already preparing the camera to take pictures of the look while your boyfriend put on his first outfit in the bathroom.

"I already love. I'm going" - He said in a thick voice from the bathroom.

As soon as he crossed the bathroom door, her boyfriend wearing a hat, the dark embroidered shirt you make, dark jeans and a buckle belt leaned against the wall next to the door and said: "You know love, your shirt is beautiful, but I don't think you will find a model as sexy as me to wear it on the day of the presentation show".

As soon as you heard that, you couldn't hide a smile, your boyfriend besides being beautiful loves to make fun of you when you're together, unlike his more shy personality in front of the cameras.

But as soon as you look at him wearing that cowboy look you felt something different. He looked so handsome, so sensual, you would accept any request from him if he bossed you around dressed like that. He noticed that you were silent looking at him, and Yeosang is not one to miss opportunities when he knows that I leave you disconcerted.

"Drop that camera and come here" - He said, looking at you with his hand on his waist and pointing in the direction of the bed.

You left the camera on the table. Yeosang was always a kind guy, but there were times when he knew all you needed was the evil Yeosang, so he went in the direction his boyfriend asked.

But before you could get closer, he said: "If you're a good girl, I can even take some pictures with this outfit for you later, but first I need to tame a wild kitten" he said taking off the belt of his pants and going towards you.

👉 𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚘𝚢 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎)

[underforeversgrace]

wrong paper

DannyMay2023 Day 19: No Backspace Challenge

title: wrong paper

words: 665

Summary: Mr. Lancer gets an assignment from Danny that is not right.

DISCLAIMER: This is no backspace, no spell check, no auto capitalization, and no punctuation shortcuts. I'll probably provide a better copy later on because ya girl can't fucking spell. Or type. Or write. Some of the crossouts are my fuck ups. Some are for flavor. ...to hide all my fuck ups.

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Mr. Lancer streched tiredly, blinking sleep from his eyes as he pulled the next essay towards him. Not for the first time, he considered asking Ishiyama to allow him to o go over basic penmanship in class, how could absolutely none of these children write legibily? At least they were workingon a creative writing course so the papers were varied and interesting for once.

Eve i Or at least… some of them were. Thus far, Dash had written about a football star with superpowers, Paulina about marrying a superhero, Mickey wishing he was a superhero…

living in a town with an actual superhero probably influenced some of these papers, if Lncer had to take a stab in the dark.

The next paper he pulled ou was one with a lot of smurdged and crossed out text, no name a t the ti top. The hanwriting was familiar, at least. Mr. Fenton certainly had a… unique version of chicken scratch.

Lancer frowned at the paper as he began to read it. this… didn’t look like the ‘Write A Story’ assignment he’d assigned.

The sear words indicated as much, vulgar languageLancer had never heard Fenton use.

Man, I am so fuckingover this shit. Mr. Popular Asshat shoved me into a locker FOUR times today. I’m so ecsawus exhaush exhausted. I’ve shoved at least 15 ghosts back into the Zoe at Zone this week. It’s Wednesday. Wednesday!!! Skulker has come for my pelt four times alone. 

Oh I forgot the date - it’s Jan 23 26 2005.

honestly I should be working on my stupid paper for English class for Lancer. But what stoy could story can I possiblytell that isn’t less ridiculous than my actual life? or whatever the phrase is. My life is everal way too wild, more than anything I could imagine up.

Like… I’m a half dead teenager. I’ve been dead for nearly a year and no one’s noticed. I fight for my life everyday. I’m a superhero with a secret iedentity and best freind/sidekicks - though if I eevr called them sidekicks to their faces again I’m getting side-kicked in the face. I’ve even got extra bonus points! My parents want to dissect me, I’m failing school. Hell, I’ve even got an evil alternate timeline version of myself that caused the fucking end of the world.

The TV shows make it look so easy. so do th e comics. I’m so tired. I’m only 14, I’m not supposed to be atri sk atrisk at risk of getting murdered daily. Well, not this high of a risk. I don’t want to live like this. But if I stop fgihting, trying, I’ll be dead within a week.

It isn’t fair. Life isn’t fair and neither is death.

Still, might be a cool story idea.

A teenage slacker who gets electrocuted by his parents invention, dies, and get brought back halfway. Turns into a ghost and saves people while his human life seems to wither and die around him. Is constantly hunted and villified when he just wants to help.

Yeah. My life as Phantom would make a hell of a story, wouldn’t it?

Lancer stared at the paper in confusion. It certainly sounded like a wonderful fictttitious story… but somhow it didn’t seem like fiction. It seemed more like a journl entry.

Lancer turned to his computer, pulling up the local news website. It wasn’t hard to find an article about Phantom, he was in the top three stories.

PHANTOM SAVES 13 FROM OFFICE FIRE

Lancer studde studied the article, blowing up the picture of Phantom’s dace. Of Danny Phantom’s face. He opened up another screen, pulling up the student files (complete with pictures). He pulled up D. Fenton’s file, several alerts coming up about truancy, tardis, tardies, absences, missed assignments n fa and failing grades. Lancer enlarged the human boy’s photo and sat it side by side wth the one of Phantom.

Change the coloration… and these two were identical.

Oh no.

Ohno.

Oh no.

[reverie-verse]

Miguel O'Hara with an s/o that has really bad under eye bags but can't do anything about them bcuz they're genetic and impossible to hide with makeup.

Baddies and Baggies with Love- Miguel O’Hara x Reader

For all baddies who rock the baggies this is for you guys💅🏽✨ 🫶🏽

You are all beautiful 🤩 every single one of you and don’t let no one ever tell you different ❤️

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Miguel had been in search of you. He had just gotten back from his own mission, wanting nothing more than to be comforted by you. The only issue was you were nowhere to be found. He searched through different areas of the sector attempting to find you without needing the help, but it was beginning to look like he was. Miguel went as far as checking his office, sometimes you had the tendency to hide in there in the comfort of his space, but he was unlucky in finding that you were not there. Miguel stepped out into the hall as he heaved a sigh calling out for Lyla. “ Lyla!”

She glitches in front of him, hands clasped in front of her. “You called”

“Where is Y/N?” He asked, crossing his arms, his suit still on but his mask off. His brown hair sprouted in different places, his body firm and stiff, he just wanted to relax in your arms. He wanted to see your smile, and the way your eyes light up. Lyla glitched again, lifting up her hand to point in the direction of her ai system.

“ She’s giving me an upgrade.” Lyla picked at her fingernails. “ You’re so in love” She says with a giggle.

“ Really, do you have to call me out like that?-”Miguel says as moved around her making his way towards you.

“ -You know you don’t have to announce it”

“Oh Miguel relax and go find your wife” Excitement filtered through his body, he could feel it from his toes to his head, his heart aching to see its love. He couldn’t move fast enough to get to you. Once he reached you, he saw you sitting on the floor cross crossed with a screwdriver in hand digging into one of Lylas motherboards. You were tinkering away music blasting in the air to fill the silence, you were focused. Miguel's shoulders slumped, the tension slowly dissipating. He smiled softly, as he walked over to you.

“ Mrs. O’Hara, I see you found a new hiding place.” He sits down behind you wrapping his arms around you. His massive frame engulfing your body, his arms tucking themselves under yours wrapping around your stomach, his chin resting on your shoulder. He watched you move each piece off the motherboard and replace them with a new one. You smiled when he referred to you using your last name now newly changed to his. You were barely getting used to that name.

“ Oh but Mr. O’Hara this isn’t even the best one yet. Next time you leave, when you come back it'll be ten times harder to find me” You tease him as you finally finished working on Lylas placing her motherboard back into her system, her glitches now vanished allowing her to run smoothly. You turn your head to the side looking at Miguel who had his head buried into your shoulder breathing in your scent. His hands and arms held firm against you. He could feel you looking at him, he smiled, lifting his head so his eyes could catch yours. You playfully but not playfully pushed his head away with your hand standing up grabbing your tools.

“ Oh no. Uh-uh. Lemme see those pretty eyes.” Miguel followed you as you tried to move away from him, playfully. You grabbed your tools making your way towards the exit.

“ No. I have to go back to work” You tell him waving your hand in the air. Miguel groans as he follows your steps as you move around rows of computer boards.

“ I don’t wanna play games Y/N.” He huffs.

“ No one is playing games Miguel. Sheesh someone’s so needy today” You chuckled. It was light hearted sure but at the same time a pang ached there in your chest. Your anxiety, yourself doubt etched in every crevice of your mind…

“All I want to do is indulge in the presence of my esposa.” He tells you as he followed the sound of your voice, you tried to lose him in the rows of computers. Only for him to catch up to you, he uses his webs to pull you closer to him. One of his hands reaches to cup your face. You turned your head to the side so he couldn’t. Miguel growled. Maybe you really didn’t want him to see you right now. You didn’t feel the prettiest and you didn’t feel the greatest either-

“Stop it” he demands of you, as he still attempts to turn your head but every time you manage to redirect his hands elsewhere or move the opposite direction.

“Stop what?” You asked. Your head and body moved quickly so that you could leave his grasp. This time he was able to make you smile as you tried to suppress a laugh. As you floated in between emotions of wanting to feel loved and feeling unworthy of yourself. Yet there He was growing irritated and frustrated all because he wanted you. Yet you still felt horrible and you tried to remain as normal as possible so he wouldn’t catch on to you…

“You know what-” His tongue is sharp as he snaps at you. Again you begin your walk trying to leave this little room of computers and motherboards.

“ No but I bet you do-” You muttered to yourself a small smile of your as you internally laughed at your own joke. You bite your lip as you turn your head towards Miguel who in fact remained expressionless. He was unfazed yet deep down you could see his annoyance. To be honest all he wanted to do was lay you down, make love to you in ten different positions, places, maybe cuddle afterwards, maybe hold your face in his hands so he could stare at you for a minute or two. But no, he’s not mad, annoyed but never mad. Stopped in your tracks grabbing Miguel’s arm so that you could bring him back to you. Your emotions getting the best of you, maybe your feelings were distracting you from him or maybe you should just tell him how you felt. No, maybe he won’t really hear you, but then he always listens…

“I-that wasn’t funny, I’m sorry.” You tell him as Miguel crosses his arms refusing to look at you, he sighs. You take a step around him so that you could stand in front of him. Setting your tools down Miguel turns his head to the side looking away from you, your hands reach up and cup his face to bring him back to you. Your hands slide down his neck, and to his shoulders then to his chest. He sighs again, one with relief, tension slipping from his body, he melts into you. His eyes looked into yours, his own giant hands found themselves cupping your face, his thumbs caressed your cheek bones and part of the bags under your eyes. Damn why did you have to look so good and welcoming. You were like a breath of fresh air and home at the same time.

He leaned forward kissing under each eye. In his mind it’s the coolest part of you, it makes you look intimidating under the right lighting, but your sweet personality shines through allowing people to feel comfortable. It was your secret gift and you didn’t even know it. You smiled as he had done so when he pulled back he held the same affection. You tend to shy away when people stare too long at your eyes, at that point they notice the dark bags, thinking you're always tired. With Miguel though he never once gave you a look of disgust or worry. Like he was right now, what a fool you were for letting your mind trick you into believing he didn’t love you because of them.

You liked that he looked into your eyes, noticing your bags and all, you wondered why he always kissed them whenever he kissed your face. “ Why do you always do that?” You ask him.

“ Do what?”

“ Kiss my under eye bags?”

“ Because I love them”

“ Really?”

“ Yes, what’s with the twenty questions”

“ I just wanna know why.”

“ I see what this is about, you didn’t want me to see you.”

“ Whaaat no, I was not hiding because of you- I was working on Lyla-” You protested moving back a step stopping in your tracks. Miguel’s arm and hand slipped to wrap around your waist to pull you back to him. “-Miguel, I just got a little self conscious, these things are permanent and I just didn’t want people asking if I’m tired all day long” He listens to you as you both walk slowly. He kisses the top of your head holding you close. He begins to walk with you again trapped under his arm. Your tools left behind, not bothering to grab them.

“ You know you can blame it on me, tell them I made you go a couple rounds in a few different positions, in different places with a little web-“

You clamped a hand down on his mouth. “I am not saying that Miguel. There’s kids around here. But seriously I just didn’t want to deal with it” By now Miguel had managed sneakily get you both back to his office, shutting the door and locking it. He was able to distract you long enough to get you siting down on the couch. He got down on the floor, his knees resting against the carpet, his hands on either side of your hips, his face close to yours. His eyes were growing darker.

“ Cariño, I Iove your under eye bags, they make you look sexy, intimidating, ruthless. When they hit the perfect lighting and a different angle. You look exceptionally gorgeous. Or when you smile and your under eye bags make you look cute and adorable. It makes me want to squish you. Well I wanna squish you in every way possible. Not the point, I love your under eye bags when you wear makeup and when you don’t, they make you look enticing. Not true you always look tempting” His head moves around, his nose gliding across your skin as he whispers to you, pulling back every now and then to look you in the eyes.

“ Miguel-” You chuckled without semi humor, you were about to redirect his comment and throw it away.

He shook his head, cutting you off “ No I’m serious. Your existence alone is worth everything to me. Not only to me but other little girls and boys who share those same features and similarly amazing qualities. Don’t-Don’t let these people ruin that. Because you have everything you need that makes you so perfectly beautiful.” He rests his forehead against yours both of your eyes are closed. You smiled though.

“ Thank you” You whispered to him, nudging your nose against his.

He nudged yours back “ Oh my Esposa, oh my cariño, the love of my life——anytime” both of you broke out into a little giggle of laughter, your eyes both open staring at each other lovely, though dark wanting gaze he had seemingly stayed never disappearing. You shook your head. Miguel pushed you over so that he could be on top of you caging you in.

“How do we feel about webs?”

“ Seriously? Right now” You laughed

“ Yes, right now, I’m dying here”

“ We are in your office”

“ So”

“ What do you mean, so?-“ within a second webbs bounded your wrists together and above your head on the couches arm rest. “ -Miguel!”

“ Whoops”

[watcheraurora]

Enemy — An Imaginary Deepfrost AMV

Hi. I'm brainrotting so hard for a Deepfrost animatic/AMV set to Enemy by Imagine Dragons. Specifically the one without rap because I like the ID bridge more (both thematically for Deepfrost and also because I just harbor distaste for most rap in general) so, uh... I wrote it out again, since I can't draw very well or animate

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The first bam of the music is Deepfrost's eyes opening, glowing pale blue, with black sclera. The next bam is him looking to his left, our right. On "Look out for yourself," his face is obscured by swarming shadows.

"I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows" shows him sitting up on his cot in his hideout, the dark, cold basement under the abandoned arcade, blond and green-eyed, and run his hand through his hair. He gets out from under the blanket to reveal his under armor leggings and fluffy socks

"For my mind to run around with my ear up to the ground" is him sitting at his hideout computer (with three monitors) and open multiple security camera feeds. One of them is the division. The shot zooms in on it a little

"I'm searching to behold the stories that are told" cross dissolves to Deepfrost out in the field, blue-haired and -eyed, alone, standing opposite Sheriff who is reaching out one hand, the other iced to a wall: You could come back—rehabilitation is always an option on his mouth. Deepfrost wipes his bleeding mouth on the back of his hand

"When my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned" Deepfrost turns away, the hopeful smile dropping off Sheriff's face.

The screen swims to a memory—obviously-younger Deepfrost standing opposite Lore and Arctic Fox. Arctic Fox has a hand on Deepfrost's shoulder, smiling behind his face mask and giving him a little shake of the shoulder in appreciation while Deepfrost smiles as the lyrics say, "Tell you you're the greatest"

"But once you turn, they hate us..." Deepfrost turns away as Arctic Fox releases his shoulder, and the screen shows him change from hero to in-between to villain proper in three cuts as he turns his back on Fox and Lore, hood going from down to up and smile disappearing as he walks toward a shadow on the side of the screen, where Impulse, GeminiSlay, Blood Moon, and Poultry Man linger as silhouettes against the shadow, and Arctic Fox's face turns sad but Lore's becomes angry and hateful toward Deepfrost's retreating back as he goes from teenage hero to adult villain.

The bam right before the chorus is a flash of the first time Deepfrost uses the Sonic Shriek against Doc, concentrated on the rings of blue from the sonic blast

"Oh the misery" cuts to Deepfrost dead-stopping a chop from Sheriff on a column of ice that splinters from the force of Sheriff's strength

"Everybody wants to be my enemyyy-Y!" continues the scene as Deepfrost replies with an attack of his own

The next bam is his own attack being blocked by Sheriff

"Spare the sympathy—everybody wants to be—my enemy" is a quick cut to a similar fight, but between Arctic Fox and Deepfrost, still hand-to-hand that continues, clearly showing Arctic Fox winning, getting Deepfrost's arms wrangled behind him until the first "Look out for yourself" where a flare of jagged ice bursts from Deepfrost's hands between him and Arctic Fox, forcing Fox to release him, and he skates away while the "my enemy—look out for yourself" continues, ending with Deepfrost alone and escaped

The shot pans in tight to his face and his eyes look up to the camera, icy blue but full of fight as the song says "But I'm ready"

"Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall" shows Lore and Sheriff talking, Deepfrost on security footage on the computer monitor between the two of them

"And the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called" zooms in hard on the monitor to cut to a memory (slightly desaturated colors) of teenage Deepfrost smiling as he trains at hand-to-hand with Arctic Fox and then jump cuts to him as he argues with Lore, a little older but still obviously young

"I stack it in my mind, and I'm waiting for the time" cuts back to present-day Deepfrost zipping into his body armor, hefting his coat onto his shoulders, and flipping up his hood

The shot flips quick to him standing alone in a plaza, arms out to either side of him from the elbows like he's challenging someone as the lyrics go, "When I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic" and as the crescendo turns into a near-scream, a swarm of darkness twists and twines out of his body, consuming the screen

"Tell you you're the greatest" jumps to him standing in front of the other villains, looking straight ahead while they're all prepped for a fight

"But once you turn they hate us" shows the main roster of the division directly facing off against them

At the little "hah" of the vocals in the song, Deepfrost's mouth quirks up into his lopsided, self-satisfied, wicked, playful, devious, smug little smirk

He hurls a burst of white-blue energy across the distance toward the heroes on the first bam of the music that explodes into a shattering of icicles on "oh the misery"

"Everybody wants to be my enemy" is the other villains engaging with the heroes, running, flying, and leaping past him while he takes a step back to do his work from a distance.

"Spare the sympathy—everybody wants to be my enemy" is his angry expression as he does his work in the fight and draws Sheriff right in, keeping himself safe on "look out for yourself!" with a shield of ice blocking one of HoTGuY's arrows from hitting him from a different direction, not even looking at where it came from or where the shield was going, just flinging a hand

The fight continues, the other heroes and villains in the background, Sheriff and Deepfrost in the foreground, showing Deepfrost gaining ground in the fight and at the second "Look out for yourself!" he rips Sheriff's whip from his hands and tosses it away

"They say 'pray it away'" cuts to a brief desaturated shot of teenage Deepfrost with his arms crossed in an armchair, getting lectured by Joel

"I swear that I'll never be a saint, no way" jumps to still-desaturated Deepfrost and Joel fighting—hurling lightning and ice at one another with fury in both of their faces, Deepfrost winning, but only just barely

"A chair in the corner is my place I stay" shows hero Deepfrost lingering at the back of a division meeting with his arms crossed, sitting in the corner, not looking impressed with whatever Joel is presenting on at the front of the room

"I shake and I think about the powers at play, the powers at play" is Deepfrost actually shaking, watching cops descend on a protest in riot gear, baring his teeth in frustration and running to go try and help the protestors, still desaturated

"And the kids in the dark that were doomed from the start" cuts to Deepfrost and Lore fighting again, but now in a dome of darkness where Deepfrost is in full color, eyes glowing and sclera black, but Lore is just a silhouette

The fight continues through "The child in the basement, face to the pavement" including Deepfrost getting slammed down onto the ground and leaping back to his feet

"Oh what a statement, love is embracement, love is a constant, love is a basis" shows Deepfrost stumbling into Skizz's apartment, nose bleeding, blue fading back to blond and green as he sobs and falls into Skizz's arms, who just holds him there. He drops a bundle that is his suit and coat and shakes his head

"He cannot be" shows Deepfrost, Impulse, and Poultry Man all standing together

"She cannot be" shows GeminiSlay and Blood Moon back-to-back, weapons drawn

"They cannot be changed" shows the entire villain crew of the city in a shot that pulls out

"But keep on praying" is Deepfrost sweeping to the front and center, a wicked smile forming on his face

"Goodbye" cloaks the villains in a bubble of darkness

"Oh the misery!" returns and with every heavy beat, the villains are shown destroying a whole bank of factories along the river. Fire, explosions, bursts of ice, a winged silhouette swooping over all of it, accompanied by arrows of light and arcs of an energy sword, one factory crashing down after another while the chorus repeats

Intercut briefly with Lore getting an alert on his screen that shows the villains wrecking carnage on the factories and hitting an emergency button to alert the heroes.

But then back to the villains tearing the buildings down with joy and pleasure.

As the "pray it away, I swear, I'll never be a saint no way" comes back in, the camera starts tightening in on just Deepfrost and his work on the factories, using ice to burst pipes and crumble concrete pillars while the other villains are seen sporadically in the background. The camera spins around him, getting ever closer

On the last "Look out for yourself!" it ends on Deepfrost's glowing eyes and smirk as jags of ice shoot up from the bottom of the frame and cut the 'camera feed' off

[itarisblog]

I N T R O

Mid 2023.

Inhale.

1, 2, 3, 4...

Loose.

I open my eyes and place my hands on the keyboard, look at the screen and...

I stay still.

Just feeling the keys under my fingertips.

My heart beats so hard that I feel it in my ears, a lump forms in my throat and without realizing it, a tear slides down my cheek.

'Cause memories bombard my mind so quickly that they overwhelm me.

"I love you"

I slam the screen shut and get out of bed, walk into the bathroom and sit on the floor.

My chest hurts.

I hear a ringing in my eardrums.

I look up at the ceiling.

God, help me.

I stretch my neck and close my eyes.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Can't.

Can't.

Can't.

- Molly, are you okay, honey?

Mom.

- N-no-no breath-breathe, mom-mom.

She peeks around the bathroom door frame, enters when she sees me on the floor and grabs my face.

-Calm down, breathe with me, -she inhales and I try to imitate her- aha, like that again -she inhales again and this time I do it right.

I repeat it five times and she wipes my cheeks.

"I can't write," I say quietly.

She sits next to me, grabs my hand and squeezes it.

"What do you want to write about?"

About what I feel.

"About him."

She sighs.

"Maybe you're not ready yet. Be calm and take your time."

She kisses my forehead and gets up from the floor to leave the bathroom, but not before smiling at me with her lips closed.

I stay there a while longer, thinking.

It's all I've done for months.

Think, think, think.

I was never one of those who try to find the reason for what happens, I got used to the fact that sometimes it is possible and other times it is not.

But since then, I just asked myself "What happened?"

"What did I did wrong?"

"It was my fault?"

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Why?"

And I got lost.

Trying not to lose him, I lost myself.

I was static, confused, dislocated.

With a hole in the chest, sad, insecure, afraid.

Questioning every decision I made, doubting the intentions of everyone who approached me.

I was not like that...

And I just want to recover, I want to be me again.

I sigh and get up, go back to bed and open the computer, again.

This time, I just let it go and I write the first thing that crosses my mind.

"If I'm completely honest, I don't have the slightest idea how I allowed you to destroy me... I don't know how I could give you so much, I dare say I gave it all to you and you never deserved it.

Never.

Not a bit."

！Spanish version down here ⤵

[companionwolf]

this is uh. selfship. 'other parker' is me/my self insert/whatever you call it.

we're both IIIII sort of? im still figuring out lore but basically. how do i tldr this…undercooked parker clone --i use the word double -- escapes some uh. bad stuff. crashes with current parker. bullshit ensues.

so yea. uh. here you all go? its my first time writing anything…

under the cut bc it's. nsfw.

It's Season 22, Day 63, and Parker MacMillan IIIII has had it up to here.

In retrospect, Parker ‘Prime' MacMillan was easy to deal with. It isn't like the firewalker is in his house, eating his food, driving him up the wall.

Not like the other one is. 

It happened on Earlsiesta-- a knocking on his door, and half dead on his doorstep, bleeding and underfed and looking like some kind of hospital escapee, was himself.

Sort of.

Other Parker wears glasses, has a black blaseball cap he refuses to remove, and seems to know about as much as Parker did when he first started as commissioner. 

Parker would like to say he handled Other Parker showing up gracefully. 

(He did not.)

All things considered, though, Parker's kept the existence of Other Parker hidden well enough. As far as he's aware, his mom doesn't know and neither does anybody else. 

That's how he's going to keep it, until…

Honestly, Parker hasn't thought that far ahead.

We'll cross that bridge when we get there, he thinks, as he steps back into his office. Right now, there's other things to prioritize.

He sits down at his desk, sets his coffee beside his keyboard, and takes a deep breath. Clocked in.

It's then Parker realizes, registers, that there's a hand resting on his thigh. He looks down, bewildered.

Crouched under the desk, with his head tipped up smugly and a lazy grin on his face, Other Parker meets his gaze.

"Hello."

Oh, right. Parker brought him along today, thinking maybe it'd be nice to have help for once. Now he's guessing that was a big mistake. 

"How-- how long have you been under there?" he asks. 

"Since you went and got coffee," the double says.

Parker sighs. "And what do you think you're doing?" 

Other Parker shrugs awkwardly, shoulders brushing up against the underside of the desk. 

"Well, just... don't do anything stupid and I'll be done soon, then we can discuss your shenanigans," Parker says, feeling sweat roll down his neck.

Something on his laptop pings, and he tries to focus again-- he's got a meeting. As he's logging into the video call, he freezes again, a choked noise in his throat-- Other Parker is very deliberately and gently scraping his fingers against Parker's inner thigh. 

Oh, no. 

"Hey," he hisses, and then quickly cuts himself off; the call's connected, and while he's alone in the virtual room, his camera and mic are still on. 

He turns off both and then glances down again, frowning.

"You can't do that," he says softly.

"Do what?" asks Other Parker with mock innocence, as he gingerly slides his hand further up Parker's leg; the commissioner squirms a bit.

"That!" he says, far too loudly. 

"Okay," says Other Parker with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "I'll do this instead." 

He flashes his teeth at Parker, and then in a swift motion, has his hands down the other's pants. 

Parker stiffens and then relaxes at the ginger touch of Other Parker, attempts to bite back the soft groan that rises in his throat, fails horribly.

His computer's speakers crackle as someone speaks. "Parker?" Parker straightens up, panic flooding him. 

He reaches to flip the audio and video back on, and then sinks forward against his desk because Other Parker is closer now, practically has himself between Parker's legs where he's carefully pulled down Parker's slacks just enough to give himself room to work with his hands and oh no oh no oh fuck.

"You little--!" Another lewd noise escapes him; he hears Other Parker laugh, and for a moment Parker imagines all the things he could do-- no, that he's going to do, to his stupid double when he's off this call and can actually lock the office door. 

Wait. The door. The door is unlocked.

Oh, this just keeps getting worse.

The person on the call speaks again-- "Commissioner, are you there?" 

Parker's leaning forward so far his forehead rests against the top of the desk, eyes half closed. Other Parker does this thing with his thumb on a particularly sensitive spot, and Parker shudders hard, feeling his breath catch. 

He dazedly stares at the desktop monitor. There's a few people in the call now; he really should unmute and start his camera...but Other Parker does that thing again, with his thumb, and Parker's brain shuts off.

“Fuck," he gasps, "why are you— mmh— why are you doing this to me?”

“Do you want me to stop?” 

“I don't knooooooh my god.” Parker's head is spinning, and Other Parker's hand is going faster, and he just--

“Commish?” someone asks. Fuck. 

“Okay, you, stop,” he huffs finally, trying to compose himself, one hand swatting at Other Parker blindly. “I need to concentrate on this, please.” 

Other Parker does as he asks, and Parker somehow regains some semblance of professionalism as he forces himself to sit up and breathe. He turns on the call audio and video.

Almost immediately, he hears “Oh, no, Parker, are you okay?”

“W-what?” Is it that obvious.

His stomach hurts. He wants--

“You look feverish,” says someone else. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, hoping he doesn't sound as shaky and flustered as he feels. “I'm…sick? Woke up sick, yeah. That's what's going on.”

“Aw, commissioner, I'll DoorDash you some meds and orange juice!” offers someone on the call, and Parker smiles weakly at the kindness. He's still not used to it. 

“Thanks,” he says, trying to take another discreet breath. “Let's-- let's get started.”

Parker gets halfway through the meeting, is in the middle of going over something he can't currently remember, because Other Parker's hands are down his pants again. 

He’s rapidly losing the power to think between the effort of attempting to maintain some facade of normalcy and the desire to sink into Other Parker’s touch. 

“Why --hhgh-- are you -- fuck, do that again-- like this?” he whispers while someone else speaks to the group, desperately trying to keep from writhing. Other Parker just smirks. 

“Strike one,” Parker half groans. 

“Parker?”

He tries. God, he tries. “Y-yeah?” Fuck, he can't think right now beyond-- 

“Did you…get all that?” 

“Uh...” No, he didn't. Oh, he's so screwed, but Parker doesn't care much right now because he's so--

Distantly, Other Parker snickers and then just…stops.

Parker stares down at him, call forgotten in the moment. What. 

“Why did you stop…?” he whispers, voice wobbly and body aching. Other Parker just smiles sweetly, and Parker wants to-- to-- 

Oh, he should not be imagining that right now, but he can't help it.

He grits his teeth and glares at Other Parker, who whispers in a sing-song voice, “What’s wrong, commish?”   

“Strike two,” Parker breathes, trying to reboot his brain as fast as he can. 

“Sorry?” says someone on call. 

“Not you,” he answers absently.

“Maybe we should cut this short,” another person says. “Parker is sick, after all…”

When Parker says “Please” to that, it's basically a whine, because if he gets teased one more time, he's going to implode. “I'd, uh,-- that'd help.” God, he sounds so pathetic. 

“Got it; ordering you that stuff too,” says the younger person, looking concerned. “Send me a message if you need anything else, Parker.” 

“You're too nice,” Parker says. “All of you, really-- let's, uh, reschedule?” 

The second he's got a day and time, the second it's socially acceptable to log out of the call, Parker pushes away from the desk and stands, hands on his hips as Other Parker emerges, looking way too amused. 

“You're an asshole,” Parker says. 

“I know,” Other Parker says, and turns--

Parker lunges forward and grabs him by the shirt collar, pushes him up against the office wall, and roughly kisses him, cutting off his yelp of surprise and wiping the smug look off his face. Good. Bastard of a double.

Other Parker kisses back, hands roaming down Parker’s sides, up under his shirt and dragging fingers across his skin.

“What, you're all riled up?” he asks between breaths. 

“You're terrible,” Parker says, panting. “You're the worst. I hate you-- I'd put you in the Vault if I could, let you bother someone else.”

“Oh, like Prime?” Other Parker’s got his mouth on Parker’s neck now, and he can't help but moan.

“I bet Prime would appreciate this more, honestly,” Other Parker goes on. “Years of nobody to help him-- you're a little ungrateful fuck, Parker MacMillan IIIII.” 

"And you're still an asshole that I wish never showed up,” Parker answers, feeling his head going fuzzy. “You've done nothing but--”

“Ruin everything?” Other Parker’s grinding against him. “I can do so much worse than ruin everything."

“Y-yeah?"

“I can ruin you specifically,” Other Parker breathes into Parker's ear, “because I am you, more than Prime will ever be-- and worse? You'll like it. You already do. Right, Five? Yeah.”

“Don't call me that,” Parker says. 

“Shut me up, then,” Other Parker replies, and picks up the pace of his rolling hips.

Parker growls into his double’s shoulder and with one free hand pins him, the other moving haphazardly to undo both of their pants, before slamming Other Parker’s other shoulder into the wall.

They're pressed so close Parker can feel the heat rising off both of them. 

“Fuck you,” he says breathlessly. 

“Fuck me yourself,” Other Parker snaps back, laughs. “Seriously, go ahead, you’ll just prove my point."

Parker's last remaining brain cell cuts through the haze, just for a second-- “What?” 

“Did I stutter?”

For a second Parker bluescreens; Other Parker slows, looks at him questioningly. “Oh, did I break you?” 

"...We can't do this here,” Parker says, shaking his head, beginning to back off-- but then Other Parker grabs him by the tie and pulls oh so carefully. 

“I think it's part of the appeal,” he says and Parker feels--

Why is that so hot? That shouldn't be so hot. Someone is going to hear them and come in and then what is he going to do? How would he--

Other Parker yanks on his tie, bringing him close again, and Parker whines something that he hopes comes out as “strike three” but probably is more just incoherent.

“I'm out, huh?” says Other Parker. Parker shivers at the breath of his double on his skin. “Whatcha going to do to me, commissioner?” 

“I,” Parker says shakily as he shoves Other Parker against the wall again, “am going to--"

“No, actually, you're not,” Other Parker says, interrupting with a wink as he grabs Parker by the shoulders, spins them both around to where Parker's backed up against the edge of the desk, and looms over him. 

Parker's lightheaded, barely hears as Other Parker asks, “It's only happening if you want it-- so beg.” 

…Beg?

“You heard me,” he says. “Beg, Five.”

“I said don't--” Parker slackens as Other Parker brushes up against him, skin against skin. “Oh, god."

“Well?"

“Please,” he says. It's a whisper.  

“What?” asks Other Parker, faking confusion. “I can't hear you, Parker.”

Something in him is horrified. 

There are other people in this office! They're going to hear! They're-- 

That thought is smothered by the heat in Parker’s stomach that radiates out and blazes through him. The risk makes it better and it feels shameful and exhilarating both to realize.

“Please,” he repeats, louder.

“Please what?” 

Parker tries to speak. “Please, uh…” This is so awkward. “Pleasefuckme.”

“Well, if you’re gonna insist, I'm happy to make you worse,” Other Parker says, in that sing-song voice from earlier, and presses up against him. 

At first, Parker doesn't understand exactly what's happening for a few seconds and then--

“Holy shit,” he breathes, letting himself be bent slightly backwards against the desk. It finally, finally processes now: Other Parker isn't cis. Other Parker is using him like some kind of toy and he likes it. 

Parker’s brain breaks a little. 

He whimpers; Other Parker strokes his cheek, still wearing that stupid smarmy grin. “What, too much?” 

“You're-- hhh -- you’re awfuuugh,” Parker says, and most of the sentence doesn't come out right, is mostly moans. He desperately thrusts up; Other Parker’s grin widens considerably at this. 

“Good boy,” he coos, somehow maintaining an air of control despite the breathiness in his own voice.  

Oh, no. 

Parker makes a strangled noise.

“You like that, Five?"

“Hnngh,” Parker answers, trying to quicken his pace. Other Parker kisses his nose, and looks--

Wait, wait, is that pride? Why…?

“You deserve so much better,” Other Parker hisses into his neck, wrapping his arms around Parker. “Maybe you're realizing that now? Yeah?”

“I don't--"

“You don't get it,” Other Parker says. “That's okay. You'll figure it out eventually. In the meantime…”

Parker’s head lolls back as his double gingerly bites his neck, and he can't stifle the noise he makes. 

Other Parker hums against his skin. “Good boy,” he murmurs. “You're very, very good. You know that?”

“The-- the c--"

Parker's brain shuts off again.

“That's right, yeah, you're doing a great job, Five,” Other Parker says. 

He's so fucking close.

Other Parker's rutting up against Parker, basically fucking him into the desk, which creaks a little under him with their movement. Surely, someone's heard something by now. 

The idea makes his breathing hitch, and Parker trembles slightly. Other Parker is quiet now, besides heavy quickened breathing into his neck. 

Parker turns his head a bit, bites his double’s ear, hears a squeak and then feels Other Parker start to go harder, the edge of the desk cutting into Parker's back; somehow the dull not-quite-pain turns him on further. 

He can't.

“I--”

What are words, again? 

Other Parker struggles to arch an eyebrow, to keep up his teasing. “What?” he asks between moans. 

“Gonna--"

“Oh,” says Other Parker, with understanding. There's an odd expression on his face, of thought.

He's slowing down. He's pulling away. Parker slows too, slackens, dizzy and confused. “Why…?”

“Five,” Other Parker says, “can you be an especially good boy for me?” 

Parker nods furiously. “Yeah,” he says, voice choking. “I can be good. Especially good. Great. I can do it.” 

“Are you sure?” Other Parker drags out the last word in his sing-song voice, and Parker wants to kill him. 

“Yeah, please, I--” He’s shaking. “S-strike four?” That's a thing, right? He can't remember. He can't--  

Other Parker smiles softly, kneels, looks up at Parker from between his legs.

Parker stares down at him. 

“I want you to cum on my face, on my glasses,” Other Parker says quietly. “And since you're a good boy, who's great at any job someone asks him to do…”

He trails off, and that damn smirk grins up at Parker again. 

Other Parker doesn't even have to touch him anymore, in the end; Parker cums before Other Parker's hand ever reaches him. “Fuck!”

The world flickers black. 

When he blinks, he's collapsing forward, and Other Parker’s grabbed him, steadied him and kept him from completely falling. When Parker meets his eyes, Other Parker looks…

Satisfied? Proud? Amused? What the fuck? Parker doesn't get him at all.  What a weirdo, he thinks, but the thoughts are sluggish and warm and--

Affectionate?

“What did you do to me?” Parker mumbles, and Other Parker snorts. 

“Made you worse,” he answers.

“I hope you get -- you --” Parker can't think of a good retort, not with his brain melted like this. “Get out of my office,” he somehow manages to say. 

“Oh, but Five,” says Other Parker, in that sing-song voice, “then someone will see me, and we can't have that.” 

Parker sighs, shakes his head both as feigned annoyance and to try and clear it. He's glowing inside, unspooling essentially, and it feels so good, he doesn't want to think and ruin it. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he agrees, rubbing his face. “...We need to clean you up, though.” 

Other Parker is wiping the cum off his glasses with the end of his shirt as Parker speaks. “What?” 

“Ugh, that's disgusting,” he says. 

Other Parker shrugs at him. “I dunno, I think it's romantic,” he answers. 

Parker blinks. Did he say romantic? 

“...Uh, did I say something wrong?” 

“No, instead you said something weird,” Parker says and shakes his head at his double as he pulls his pants back up.

Other Parker follows suit. “My blood type is love,” he says, voice matter of fact, “so…”

“I thought it was asshole,” Parker replies.

“And yours isn't, I don't know, good boy?” Other Parker answers, laying sensuality on the last two words.

He goes red; his double grins.

“Go be a nuisance somewhere else,” Parker says. “I have work to get back to. Work you so rudely interrupted.”

Other Parker rolls his eyes at him. 

“Seriously,” says Parker after a minute, “why are you like…this?” 

“Why are you?” 

Touche.

Other Parker is quiet then a second, before he says, “You want honesty?"

“Yeah?” Parker says, although to be honest himself, Other Parker’s tone has him suddenly very unsure. 

“You know how we-- like, uh, how we exist in relation to Prime?” Other Parker says. “That whole deal?”

Parker nods slowly, hesitantly. 

“Someone picks how we end up,” he continues. “Someone made us this way. You, me-- we're a means to an end.” 

Parker sees Other Parker swallow hard, and that his expression twists into something haunted.

“I don't know what that end is,” he concludes, “but I don't like it at all.

Parker feels like he's been punched in the gut, because of the words and because of how Other Parker’s entire vibe has just shot down to terrible.

“That--”

“I'm not supposed to be here,” Other Parker says. “We both know that, Five.” 

Parker’s turn to gulp. “...Yeah, I know,” he says, so quiet he thinks Other Parker doesn't, can't hear him, but then--

“Then you know this isn't normal,” Other Parker answers. 

Cold dread crawls further through Parker's veins, because he can't tell exactly what his double is referring to by 'this'. Maybe everything, he thinks, and that makes the feeling worse.

“I think… I think something bad happened," Other Parker continues, the quiet shake to his voice betraying him as he speaks, "and is going to happen, and we can't do anything about it.”

Parker speaks instinctively: “You're wrong. There's always hope.”

Other Parker cocks his head at him. 

“You didn't strike me as a hopeful guy,” he says, and when he smiles, it's sad. “I'd know, right? Since I'm--”

“An impostor,” Parker interrupts. 

Other Parker flips him off. “Really?” 

“Yeah, really,” Parker says. He glances away then, turning his double’s words in his head. 

I won't let it happen, he decides, whatever this bad thing is. I won't.

[xtrablak674]

[Originally published in Fashion Fag Magazine Vol 1 No 4 November-December Issue 1995 based on a story I wrote in college.]

Man O’ Da House

A Story About My Mother’s Goin’ Home

Mommy!

Mommy?

Mommy.

Where are you? I can't see you. Where did you go? Why is it so dark? Mommy!! Why did you leave me Mommy? Mommy!!!

I sit and wake up in a cold sweat and look over toward the window. The sun is glaring through the metallic Venetian lines, leaving parallel lines of sunlight on the wall. I soon forget what I was dreaming about and my sense of foreboding. As if in suspended animation the air in the room is deathly still. I break the serenity, get up, lean over and turn on the idiot box. I Dream of Jeannie is on, so that means its about six or six-thirty in the morning.

I lie back down and contemplate how I'm gonna approach Mom about the job with the Daily News delivering papers. Mrs. Church my baby sitter said I could get the job if Mom agreed. My birthday is five days away and I am gonna be eleven. As Mom always says 'I am da man o' da house', and she needs help making ends meat. I don't want to have to ask her for money all the time; I hate doing that.

I leave the placidity of my bedroom and walk into the living room to confront Mom. I stop at the threshold and gaze into the room; something is different it mirrors my room with its dead calm. The ever constant old color TV breaks the tranquility, and yet it doesn't it seems to blend into the background and take the form of a voyeur.

I break the static and cross to the head of the couch where Mommy rests. She looks uncomfortable yet at peace, with one leg propped up on the back of the couch, clad in bra and panties, one eye partially open but not enough for her to be awake. This is a regular sleeping position for her.

"Mrs. Church says I could get a job wit' the Daily News if you say it's OK I think I should get it, besides I'm turning eleven and Mrs. Church says I can. So what do you say?"

I look down into her face after my speech awaiting a response.

Silence.

"Well?"

Silence.

"Then forget you then. But Mrs. Church says I can!"

I suck my teeth and storm out of the room. How could she ignore me? Just who does she think she is? Well Mrs. Church says I can have the job. Besides I'm at Mrs. Church's house more then I'm here.

Realization.

Like a wave washing over a beached fish a thought comes to me. What if she's playing dead? A game in recent years she played with my younger brothers and me. I remember how the last time we played it, she woke from her feigned state of eternal rest after I had jokingly picked up the phone and pretended to call the police. My brother Monte didn't like the game and always grew very upset when ever she played it the frequency seeming greater over the last few months. 

I liked it because I could prove to her that I knew how to keep a level head in a dangerous or erratic situation the same way I did when my youngest brother Choan cut open his knee o the bone, and I carried him to this local convenience store to call for help. Blood was gushing all over the place and I kept a cool head, applying pressure to the wound and barking orders to the frazzled attendant of the store. I knew that if she died and we were alone I would keep the situation under control because I was da man o' da house.

Wise to her scheme I walked slowly back into the living room to prove myself more clever. The television blaring like an entity from the Poltergeist movie seemed to prod me on. I stopped at the head of the couch and reached down and touched her forehead.

It is cold.

Are people supposed to be cold when they're asleep? My mind began to race to find an answer to this anomaly. Bad information was put into the program and the computer was malfunctioning. Well your body shuts down at night to conserve energy and repair itself, its logical that it would reduce it's temperature to conserve energy.

I hurry down the hallway to test my new theorem on my brothers. Their shared bedroom is at the back of the apartment the room is chilly but filled with a glow of energy that reminds me of the way you feel after a long hot bath. Monte is closest to the door.

I reach to touch his forehead.

It's warm.

Something isn't right I feel the room began to spin around me, I grab the door frame to steady myself and shake my head to regain focus. Monte is my junior but I think he might be able to help me assess the situation a bit better and shed some light on my confusion.

I shake him.

"Monte I think something is wrong. I felt Mommy's head and it feels cold. Are people cold when they're asleep?"

Before I can finish trying to explain he rushes down the hallway in a frenzy his footsteps sound like a bell tolling in my head as I follow him and find him at the couch shaking Mom and screaming.

"Mom wake up! Mommies wake up! Mom!!"

I am surprisingly calm as I look at him wondering why he's freaking out so. I am feeling a little dizzy, and thinking is getting hard its like trying to run through a pool when the water is above your head. I decide we need an adult intervention and I call Mrs. Church to ask her what to do.

"Hello this is Trevor. Can I speak to Mrs. Church?"

"Hi Trevor it's Mrs. Church. What's the matter?"

"Mrs. Church something is wrong. Mom's forehead feels cold, really cold and she doesn't want to wake up."

I look over at Monte he is crying and holding Mom's hand.

"Listen Trevor calm down and call 911. Then after you call them call me back and let me know what they say"

I am calm, why did she say that?

"OK I'll call you back."

I hang up and look up Chaon is rubbing his eyes and making his way down the hallway.

"Chaon go and sit with Monte and watch TV"

He shuffles oblivious to the foot of the couch between Mom's feet. It's his usual sitting position. Everything is fine here. He groggily sits and stare into the void of the TV not for one moment seeming to acknowledge Monte's visible distress or my rising since of uneasiness.

I pick up the phone and dial 911.

The room seems as if its getting darker even though its mid morning.

"911 Emergency Services. How may I help you?"

"HimynameisTrevorBrownandIthinkthereissomethingthematterwithmymother"

"Trevor. Trevor, calm down and tell me what's the matter."

Why do people keep saying that I am calm.

Breathe. Exhale.

"My mother's head feels really cold... really cold and she won't wake up."

"Trevor slow down and give me your address and I'll send an ambulance over right away OK?"

"MYNAMEISTREVORBROWNILIVEAT1101BROWNSTREETPEEKSKILLNEWYORKAPARTMENT5GZIPCODE10566"

"Thank you Trevor, help is on the way you will be fine"

I didn't feel fine.

The air in the room felt like orange marmalade thick and heavy I felt as if it was getting harder to catch my breath and think. 

I call Mrs. Church gives her an update and she tells me she is going to send her son Marvin over to pick us up and to get dressed. I tell Monte and Chaon to go get dressed. When Monte and Chaon  come back we all sit on the couch and watch Tom & Jerry. It is very hard to focus on the cartoon antics, my mind races over the mornings events wondering if there is something I should have done differently. I look over at Monte's tear streak face and wish I could be as free as him to let go but I don't have that luxury I am da man o' da house and I have got to be strong and keep the situation under control.

I sit quietly dry eyed and wait.

After what seems like a lifetime the intercom rings, I jump up and answer it. It's Marvin and the paramedics. I buzz them in and mindlessly sit back down. I look into Mom's face making a mental note to never forget the expression that is written across it. No more pain of chemotherapy and losing her left breast and hair, or the men in her life hurting her, or even the Cinderella-like betrayal of her family. No more worrying about how she was going to feed us, clothe us, no more rent, no more work for her grey streaked hair. The calmness on her face is like a serene lake in the mountains untouched by mortal hands.

A knock on the door interrupts my inflection. I drift to the door and open it. The paramedics dash through the door and over to the couch.

Too late.

Marvin follows the room is taken over by loud commands and noisy machinery . Marvin tells us to go down to the car out back and wait for him. I try to see what they are doing to Mom but I am pushed out along with my brothers. Wait don't they know I am da man o' da house? I should be right there besides my mother seeing what is going on. But in the rush of everything and the reality that I am just a child I am ignored and so I join my brothers in Marvin's yellow car.

This was the last time I saw my mother.

Within the next few days of which I have little to no recollection I was eventually shuffled off to the Bronx to live with my paternal grandparents and my brothers off to live with my Cousin Margaret. What about a funeral or memorial you ask? They said we were too young to go to a funeral that we would not have understood or know how to behave.

TOO YOUNG to mourn your mother's death the woman who had carried you for nine months in her belly, breast fed you at her teat, the woman you had lived your entire life with? Too young to say good bye to someone who fed clothed and nurtured you, who defended you when people were out to hurt or mislead you? Too young indeed!

To this day I do not know anything about the disposition of my mother's remains. I heard she was cremated and buried, but I don't know cause of death. Some say it was cancer, some say it wasn't whose to believe. No one has answers to my questions when I ask them. I know that some day I will find her and let her know her man o' da house is doing alright.

[Photos by Brown Estate]

[aghostinmyownmachine]

okay, finally coming back to this, and y e a h. I totally understand the general fandom's bent toward making androids more human as opposed to less, if only to make writing their POV easier, but the longer I've been in the fandom, the harder I've resisted this bent. the androids are androids, no matter how much they might look or act human.

dbh tech is… simultaneously inconsistent and vague at best, to my exceptional frustration, but we can reasonably assume that dbh computers in general are extremely powerful, with androids running at several exaFLOPS. right now, in the real world, the fastest supercomputer, Frontier, is only running 1.2 exaFLOPS, and it fills a whole room. a single android can do at least a couple times that, inside their human-size and -shaped body. and that's without factoring in actual legit data centers and farms. dbh computers are. absolutely. wild.

I do wonder how much of the androids' "human" quirks are merely a result of programmers and devs going "you know what would be funny/cool…" and then implementing said funny/cool. maybe Connor doesn't actually need to flip a coin around to calibrate his hands/arms/balance/synthetic vestibular system/choose your terminology and flavor, maybe it's just… a human thing. humans built androids, humans pack bond with anything if given half a chance, humans like to be clever and sneaky and have fun. even a soulless monolith like CyberLife can't suck the humanity out of all of their employees, especially if they're in the business of making the world's most lifelike androids, so I wouldn't be surprised if these quirks were unnecessary on a practical level but exist because. well. humans.

op alludes to Connor's ability to parallel process, which. okay little rant but. such a pet peeve of mine: fic writers who have the androids "miss" what people say because they were busy thinking about something else. literally even the earliest, least powerful androids absolutely would have had the ability to give equal priority to "thinking" about something else while also processing audio and video and whatever other i/o they have to deal with. again: dbh androids are wildly powerful from a computing standpoint. they aren't prone to the same human fallacies like distraction and one-track minds.

except. except. how much do androids' social integration modules make them act certain ways that they don't actually experience internally? there's a moment somewhere in Markus's storyline—can't remember where off the top of my head, sorry!—where someone asks him a question, and he has a moment of distraction before responding. I personally have been leaning harder and harder toward the idea that these moments are as a result of programmers trying to bridge the uncanny valley by giving androids these less-than-perfect quirks and moments. trying to make them appear as human as possible.

honestly, the game doesn't give us enough of a cross-section of undeviated androids doing tasks assigned to them while interacting with humans to truly get a solid feel for how they actually come across emotionally. (Connor doesn't count, he's a freak [affectionate].) and undeviated Markus and Kara are still warm with moments of humanity, even though they're definitely stiffer than before they deviate, which. duh. contrast, ect.

another thought I had while reading op's post: are androids aware of every single function they perform, down to a binary level? are they given that amount of access to their own code? if they are, would CyberLife put blocks in place preventing them from verbally spilling proprietary information to prevent theft? and if they aren't given that degree of access, where does it stop?

one of the things that's always confused me about dbh is the fact that androids apparently have trackers. the first time I played "Zlatko," I thought he was just lying to Kara about the trackers' existence to lure her into being reset (because he was obviously bad news from the get-go). this suspicion doubled for me because there's zero other mentions of android trackers in the game. realistically, CyberLife absolutely would have trackers in all of their androids, you can't tell me they aren't sucking up data at a frankly horrifying rate, but because it's a subject that never gets touched upon again, it left me on shaky footing at best re: whether that's actually true or not. and, like. Kara didn't seem to have a clue what Zlatko was talking about, which… means she was... what? unaware that androids have trackers? if they do at all? I don't know, it's just so bizarre to me, such an afterthought sort of information inclusion. the writing in this game makes me just a little bit crazy sometimes :|

shifting focus drastically here but riffing off that last concept in op's post, I love the idea of Connor being indifferent at best toward inhabiting a body. during the events of the game, he literally is immortal, with only Amanda's/CyberLife's warnings to prioritize the body's existence to temper him. he's android, but he's more than android. one can safely assume that androids don't need to be tethered to CyberLife's servers or networks to function, since deviants still clearly possess all of their mental faculties (and, indeed, seem to gain more once they deviate), so they must store all that information locally, which. again. future tech ahoy, because I can't even comprehend how their storage systems work, physically. unbelievably fast, on unbelievably small devices, is how. beyond that, I'm mystified. (quantum computing, maybe. possibly. probably, even.)

and like. like like. how much of what androids do, in a tic and "humanity" sense, is just their integration programs automatically running? how much control over it do they actually have? how much control over their entire systems do they have? the game presents a lot of material, a lot of it contradictory, but some of it is just. Connor sprawling and tripping through a window because the mocap team had Bryan sitting on the floor to meet Sumo, so the stunt guy had to go through the window in a way that sensibly ended with him on the floor in that position. it doesn't make SENSE from an in-story-world perspective because we see how gracefully Connor moves the rest of the time (and how effortlessly Markus does essentially the same thing), unless you start rationalizing it somehow (silly prototype nonsense???)

anyway, I could waffle on for literally thousands more words (and I have before, sorry wamblings ilu <3), but I'll censor myself for the moment, even though I really want to dig into the RK800 specifically. (or, alternately, do yourself a favor and go read Connor by systemic_dreams. it'll do exactly the same thing, and in narrative form to boot.)

also, op, if you ever want to share that calibrations fic, I would eat that up <3

Since I just saw a pretty cool post with Connor's idle animation, it's time to talk about the nature of these little calibrations he does all the time, because they fascinate me.

I know there's this idea in the fandom that all androids need to recalibrate from time to time, and that they especially need to do this after stress or exertion. If you have ever read any fic with an android from this game that involves sex, you know what kind of stress it usually is.

Personally, I'm not a fan of "humanizing" the machines. I think androids are fun because they are inhuman and their objective reality is completely different from ours. The fact that they are constantly aware of every single process in their bodies is fascinating, isn't it? Since they can understand humans and speak fluently, they have to run several language modules all the time. Plus security modules to prevent hacking. Plus visual recognition, plus all the specialized software for their primary functions.

What I mean is that even your standard domestic android like Kara is an immensely complex machine, running thousands of processes simultaneously just to fold Todd's laundry or talk to him about dinner. Why would she need to recalibrate? To take some of the load off her systems? To do a basic check-in of her body? All my parts are still connected and functioning normally? Something like that?

Meanwhile, Connor is much, much more complex than someone like Kara or even Marcus. All those analysis modules he runs all the time, all those database connections he constantly maintains. On top of that, he has to be faster and more agile than any existing android, and he has to do combat, reconstruction, and pre-construction. His "brain" has to be so fucking fast.

And that's what fascinates me. I think Connor's consciousness and how fast he thinks actually affects how he's connected to his body. His coin, all of his complex recalibration movements are necessary because all of his immense processing power is contained in such a small body. He literally has to slow himself down to just move properly. How cool is that?

I have this idea that Connor is actually much bigger than his body, and his consciousness is only partially uploaded to each of his chassises, and the only time we see him "whole" is during his conversations with Amanda. This may explain why his calibrations are so elaborate. He needs to do more to connect with his physical body. (I actually drafted a whole fic that explores this idea)