#just got a drawing tablet and had to christen it

[brellafaun]

waiter there's a sweet tooth viktor in my soup

[coggedcorset]

Aw yeah! We're back! Sort of!

So i got a new tablet for my birfday and it's awesome!

So to christen it, i figured i'd take advantage of my cyberpunk 2077 mood and drew my boy, dante (far right), with my spouse's V (middle) who dante calls vivi, because he already knows a V, and in this headcanon jackie survived because spouse loves him so much lol. Also dante is glaring at Johnny, not Vivi, because Johnny's a dick and being innapro-pro about vivi, because she is a feral goblin and he's into crazy, but dante is in no way shape or form into her.

I had fun doing this and i didn't lose motivation to do this which was encouraging, so we'll see what i can manage, but it felt really nice drawing on this tablet

Anyone wanna hear my cyberpunk headcanons?? Cuz i got em...though i'm hoping to just bombard followers with my headcanons through art

[renee-writer]

Room and Board Chapter 20 Murtagh

They take their daughter home when she is two days old. Still very wee, not even five pounds, Jamie tucks pillowed cushions around her to keep her snug in the car seat. Dressed in a pink body suit that is a bit to big, with a pink band in her hair, she is covered by a small tarden blanket, and car seat and all, is placed in her mam's arms. They are both wheeled out but a proud Jamie.

He carefully snaps the car seat in place, facing the back. He then helps his wife in. He drives way below the posted speed limit, to Claire's delight.

“Jamie, she will need to be feed again in a hour or so. I would like to be home by then.” Is her way of telling him to speed it up some.

“It is just she is so wee. I don't want to do not to harm her.”

“You are a wonderful daddy.” She assures him. He speeds up a bit and they make it home before her. ‘I need to be feed' fussing starts. He escorts his ladies in. They find the house scrubbed very clean. Flowers in crystal vases he forgot he owned, fill the tables. He checks the kitchen and finds the freezer filled with, ‘to be thrown in the oven' meals. Jenny is a wonder.

As Claire nurses the baby, he sets up an area by the couch. Nappies, A tall bottle of water, her phone and tablet, extra clothing, burb clothes, and blankets, for Becca, and the Mose’s basket, a gift from Jenny and Ian, beside her.

“Are you setting up for the day?” she asks him with a laugh.

“Aye. At least the biggest part of it. You are to be resting. She is to be nursing. I will handle all else.” Her eyes fill with hormonal tears.

“Jamie,” She reaches out and draws him down, kissing him. “Thank you.”

As he stands back up, his phone rings. He looks down at it and frowns. Murtagh. With all going on, he had forgot to call him.

“Murtagh I am..”

“Married with a bairn. This is what I get from you with nae other explanation. Jenny rings and says it is complicated. Now, I am coming by. I will meet your wife and child and you will explain.”

“Of course Murtagh but we just got home. Can you..?”

“I am at your door.” He then rings off. Claire looks up at him.

“Problem?”

“No just.. My business partner and, most important, Godfather, is anxious to meet Becca and you. He is at the front door. I can tell him to come back later or..”

“No.” She covers her chest and child with one of the receiving blankets. “I would like to meet him too.”

He opens the door to a scowling Murtagh. “To not be invited to your wedding and not know you were to be a father, how could you?”

“Jenny is right. It is complicated. Please, come in. Meet Claire and our daughter. We will explain.” He leads him in. “Murtagh Fitzgibbon Fraser meet my wife, Claire Elizabeth Fraser. Our daughter, Rebecca Julia Fraser, takes lunch under the blanket. You will meet her in a moment.”

“It is very nice to meet you lass. Though not to ken of you or the coming lass' existence..”

“Jamie has only know me for two and a half months. Please have a seat Mr. Fraser and we will explain.”

“You may call me Murtagh lass.”

“And you may call me Claire.” He takes a seat opposite her and Jamie one beside her. Jamie starts.

“I was walking back to my car after a meeting. I saw the lass curled around a pregnant belly or a baby, laying under insufficient covering, on a park bench.”

Taking turns, they told him all. All Jamie had done. Her past. How Becca was conceived. The reason they decided to get married. By this time, Becca had finished her lunch. Claire hands her to Jamie to get her clothing in order. He places her on his shoulder and rubs her back to bring up a burb.

“It is quite proud of you both, I am. You Jamie, for being the man I always ken'd you were and you Claire, for having the strength and courage, to see her to birth. May I?” He holds his hands out for the baby. Jamie gently hands her over.

“Guard her head and neck.” Claire instructs.

“Aye mammy, I've her. I held your husband at this age. But, he was no so wee nor beautiful.” He holds her in his hands and looks down on her. “Leanabh prìseil. Mar a mhionnaich mi airson d ’athair a dhìon, nì mi an aon rud dhutsa.” He vows.

“What did you say to her?” Claire asks. Jamie stares at him with teary eyes.

“He called her a precious child and promised to protect her the same as he promised my own mam he would do for me.”

“Oh wow. Thank you Murtagh! We haven’t yet discussed her Christening but,” She turns to Jamie. “ As Murtagh is your Godfather. It seems only right he is also hers.”

“Will you do us the honor?”

“Aye. Aye. I will. Thank you.”

[nautiscarader]

Starco Week Day 5 - Double Date

So, I only yesterday learned the @starco-week 5 is now, and the Double Date prompt would be perfect for two of my favourite couples I could see in a crossover happen: Starco and Wendip from Gravity Falls.

Also, this takes place in my “There is no such thing as canon” verse. So, the finale was a bit different, magic is still there, since, come on. That was like half the show.

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Wendip/Starco, 3.5k words written in a single sitting what the what, G/T

(Ao3)

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As wind blew through his hair, Dipper Pines clutched to the green shirt of his girlfriend, trying not to fall from the steed he was riding, and wondered if the last twenty or so minutes of his life was real. Wendy Corduroy let out a loud "Yee-haw" and kicked the creature underneath their bottoms with her thick shoes, which only made it go faster through the sparkling, almost illusory-looking tunnel. 

But perhaps more bizarre than the muscular unicorn they were riding was the second one next to them, occupied by two equally odd teenagers. The boy had short, black hair, and was mounting the steed with much more confidence than Dipper. The girl with long, blonde hair on the other hand, not only was standing on the unicorn's back, but from time to time grew wings and flew next to them shooting spells from her hands.

Dipper pines swallowed, and as the tiny bit of chilli brushed his taste-buds, he remembered that it all started with a date.

Wendy wasn't that keen on California. It was a huge, crowded, cosmopolitan state, so different from the peaceful Oregon she grew up in. Well, as peaceful as Gravity Falls could be. But then again, the Pines twins were visiting her every Summer, and also every Winter since she started dating Dipper, so it only seemed fair she visited Piedmont. But Dipper and Mabel's home town was merely a pit-stop on a tour around the state in Dipper's first car, an older but still reliable pontiac Wendy christened "Bad-mobile".

Dipper deliberately picked the route to Los Angeles with as many stops next to vast national parks as he could, just to give his girlfriend a taste of her home town, and acquired a few warnings from park rangers when Wendy tried climbing sequoias (they weren't brave enough to issue a fine to a woman with large sharp weapon).

Once they got to the LA, though, things got complicated, and the couple got lost in the myriad of smaller towns, leading them to a serene, seemingly quiet place called Echo Creek.

- Don't worry, dude. - Wendy spoke, eating a taco and ruffling Dipper's hair, as he continued shuffling through his pocket map. - I'm sure you'll find it... - I knew there was a road here, to the Mariposa Falls... But it looks as if it disappeared! - he exclaimed, and begun munching on his burrito. - Maybe call Ford and tell him you've got a case of runaway road. - she chuckled. - Come on, Wendy...

The chestnut-haired boy fell defeated onto the vast paper map and groaned into it.

- I wanted to make this date special... - he whispered - And instead, we're lost and we're eating fast-food... - Damn good fast food, Dip. - Wendy added, but that didn't seem to cheer him up.

She scooted towards him and laid her head onto the map. Her nose touched Fresno, his, quite appropriately, Lost Hills.

- Hey. - she spoke, meeting his eyes. - Hey. - Dipper, you don't need to make it special, man. This trip is already cool... - But I have to, it's our anniversa-

But before he finished saying the rest of the word, *something* let out a mighty roar behind them. Thinking a falling sequoia might have followed them, they turned around, and instead, they found a glowing, bright red portal swirling in the sky, just above the little fast-food place.

The unmistakable, bright red aura froze Dipper and Wendy's blood in their veins. Their trembling hands automatically found each other and their fingers entwined, when they realised their worst nightmare, the ones they, and a hundred or so people in the world still had till this day, was coming true. The worst part was, not many people seemed to have notice it, or cared.

- He's... He's back... - Dipper cried, looking into the flaming whirlpool of smoke in the sky, and tears begun flowing down his cheek.

But he wasn't. Instead of a demon, something much, much different came out of the hole. A glowing, black horse rushed out of the portal, trampling one unused table, and galloping down the nearest street, evading cars without much care.

- Don't you guys see what's going on?! - Wendy cried to the customers, much more interested in their meals - Run away, go find some shelter! - Eh, it's not so bad - a middle-aged woman replied, licking off mustard from her finger - You should have been here last month, young lady, they were so rowdy then.

Dipper and Wendy exchanged bewildered looks.

- Who was?

As if to answer the question, another loud noise reached their ears, when a stampede of bright, yellow unicorns, big and small, galloped through the portal, closing it behind. But there was a key difference this time. Someone was riding them.

- Catch that Warnicorn! - the woman commanded, jumping into air and flying on her wings, while a young man in red hoodie took her place, steering the lightning-fast creature.

Wendy and Dipper marvelled at the two, and only a distant shriek told them they have missed one unicorn aiming their way.

- Wendy, watch out!

Dipper pushed his girlfriend out of the way, but not quick enough to evade colliding with the oncoming monster. He looked at Wendy, saw he was safe, and in the split of a second he had left, closed his eyes.

- Dipper! - A paralysing shriek filled his ears, before a loud, neighing noise muffled it completely.

But when Dipper Pines opened eyes, he realised he wasn't dead. Or at least if he was, he hasn't finished dying yet. He was bouncing up and down on the back of the creature, and as he looked back, he saw one person he didn't want to risk her life for his.

Wendy Corduroy jumped on the nearest tour bus and followed the magical stampede, until she was close enough to reach her hand to him.

- Hold on! - she shrieked, as the bus manoeuvred around cars and unicorns alike, losing balance every few seconds.

Dipper reached his hand, seeing Wendy's face getting bigger and bigger, but just when she was about to catch him, the railing she was holding onto broke, and she fell to the road underneath her.

- Wendy!

But once again, something seemed to have pushed her back, and when Wendy realised she hasn't lost all of her teeth and her life, she found out she was flying on a purple, cloud.

- Hello, I don't think we've met yet!

A purple, *talking* cloud.

Wendy raised her head, and saw where it came from. The same woman that was commanding the unicorn army was flying a few dozen feet above her, her six arms pointing vaguely towards her. Only then, when she got to her senses, she heard Dipper's voice.

- Wendy! Here!

Sitting in a much more comfortable position, Dipper offered his help this time, and the cloud flew Wendy to her boyfriend, letting him secure her on the magical horse's back. The two pulled each other into a deep kiss, until they remembered that they were still riding a wild, unknown magical animal.

- Hey, you two, grab onto your warnicorn!

A new voice reached them from their right, and they were welcomed by the dark-haired man they only saw a blur of before. He was smiling and as he steered his unicorn closer to theirs, he reached his hand towards them.

- I assume you're tourists? - he asked, as if the situation was absolutely normal. - Name's Marco Diaz. And I'm gonna guess you're riding a warnicorn for the first time?

Wendy and Dipper, clutching each other for their life, exchanged confused looks and nodded.

- Don't worry, we're gonna get you out of there in a mo. Star! - he shouted to the levitating girl above him. - Not now, Marco, I nearly got him! - We've got company!

Star Butterfly turned around and only now saw the woman was joined with a man next to her. She looked at the Black warnicorn getting away, groaned and flew towards the stowaways. She put her six hands forward, making the whole herd slow down, until Wendy and Dipper understood they were no longer in danger of getting trampled or fall to the nearby road.

- Well, thanks, guys, now he's gone! - she fumed. - But I guess you're alive. So, get off of mr Nibblepants, and let the professionals take the case. - Er, thanks, but who are you...? - Wendy raised her brow, watching as wings and four additional hands retract into the young woman's body. - I'm Star Butterfly... - ... magical princess from another dimension, future queen of Mewni, Destroyer and Saviour of Magic, and winner of the Most Radical Dress competition Two-k-Nineteen... - Marco added, seemingly an often-repeated phrase - ... and in case you haven't noticed, we're chasing a Dark Warnicorn! A creature of pure dark magic. - And we ride the light ones - Marco added, stroking the mane of his steed, grazing on fake grass - We're the good guys, I suppose. It's kinda cliché, honestly. - Hey, if that thing's escaped, we can help you catch it. - Wendy was quick to counter Star, hearing a note of superiority in her voice. - Oh yeah? May we see your W.C.s? - C.V.s, Star, C.V.s - Marco whispered.

Dipper and Wendy looked at each other, and she let Dipper take from it. He reached into his pocket and produced a tablet, bound in a leather-looking case.

- Hey there, this is Wendy, and I'm Dipper, and, I guess we're kinda doing the same thing over Summers...

He flipped through pages and pages of his notes, riddled with not only drawings, but photos of monsters and creatures neither Marco nor Star has ever seen. And as he continued talking about them, curious smiles appeared on Marco and Star's faces.

- ...and here's the Middle Foot, not the Big one, not the Small one, just the Middle one, and that's my sister, Mabel, playing cards with it, she's not with us today,  but you know, she usually hangs out, and...   - Alright, alright. - Star stopped Dipper - So, you guys wanna go for a ride, huh? - Er, I think so... - Dipper stuttered. - You bet we want! - Wendy exclaimed.

Star smiled. In a split of a second, light engulfed her, as she transformed into her magnificent, otherworldly form.

- Okay then, let's take a shortcut! Hold onto your horses!

Listening to her, the warnicorns all neighed and stood on their hind legs, as she twirled in the air, opening another portal, not unlike the one Dipper and Wendy saw above the taco stand. And next thing they knew, they were rushing through interdimensional tunnels, seeing time and space thumb-fighting as magic twisted them to whatever form Star Butterfly wished to be. They marvelled at the colours they so far could only dream about, until Marco Diaz nudged Dipper's arm and spoke, watching sparks in their widened eyes.

- No, it doesn't get boring, trust me.  

Dipper and Wendy looked at each other, and let out a loud cheer, just as another world was opening in front of them. The warnicorn they rode seemed no problem walking on thin air, manoeuvring between two layers of clouds that seemed to create both ceiling and floor of a spacious dimension. Large, column-like structures of solid cloud connected two, creating a forest-like labyrinth of pink, between which the small herd had to geth through. After a while, though, Star commanded the warnicorns to stop, and flew onto the floor, reverting back to her human-like form.

Wendy jumped from the warnicorn, though it took a moment for Dipper to convince himself he won't fall through the odd-looking ground, if one could call it that.

- So, what now? - Wendy approached Marco and Dipper, who were taking a much more cautious looks around. - Now... the chase is on... - Star whispered, sneaking behind the tree-like formation.

Wendy and Dipper exchanged confused looks and followed Marco, who in turn was a step behind Star.

- So, where are you guys from? - Gravity Falls, Oregon - they both replied, and Wendy playfully nudged Dipper - Well, I guess, I'm from Piedmont, but I pretty much live there for like half a year. - And where is she from? - Wendy pointed at Star, who was licking the horse-shoe pattern in the cloud beneath her. - Star is from Mewni, that's a, uh, a different dimension. Like this one. - he looked around - And we met when she, uh, became a exchange student.

He scratched his head.

- Yeah, I know, weird. I don't think it was legal either. - And you guys are okay with all that magic around? - Dipper raised his brow. - Says a dude who stopped the end of the world with his sister - Wendy snickered. - Uh, kinda. Trust me, Echo Creek have seen way, way weirder. - And since when you two are a thing? - Wendy suddenly asked, stumping both Marco and Dipper.

She turned around and winked.

- Eh, long story - Marco's face reddened. - Your typical school-friend-turns-into-a-squire-and-then-a-knight-to-the-princess one... - Not too weird, then - Dipper retorted.

Marco shifted his eyes towards Wendy, receiving an enthusiastic nod from brightened-face Dipper. Suddenly, Star raised her hand, prompting them to stop, and she squinted her eyes, taking a whiff of the surroundings.

- He's here... - So, what's the plan? - Wendy asked, her hand already on her axe. - Marco, you're gonna try circle him with portals. Got your scissors? - Sure do, Star. - Now you two, we'll have to confuse him, so I can lure him into the pond... - The what? - The pond that purifies magic. - Marco quickly explained - Not our first rodeo. - Wish I had Mabel's grappling hook... - Dipper mumbled - But I got grunkle Ford's laser pistol! - Cool, set it to "just scare it". - Star spoke quickly. - Eh, it doesn't do much more than a regular pointer. - he admitted - Ford brought it from a planet inhabited by cats, hence why it was considered a weapon of mass distraction... - And I can scare it with this!

And before Star could react, Wendy swung her axe into the tree-like column and jumped up, already hanging onto the nearest branch. A few seconds later, she was at the very top, waving at Star.

- Cooool. No magic, old-school, I can respect that. - Star giggled, and flew up, turning into her butterfly form. - We can both scout for it from up high. - Yeah, about that - Wendy pointed onto the horizon - Is that it?

Star gasped when she saw a dark cloud heading straight onto them.

- Positions!

Out of the four, it took Dipper the longest to find a suitable place for himself. He settled on just staying when he was, and aiming his "weapon" at the oncoming, miniaturised storm cloud. Soon, the traces of Dark Warnicorn's body became visible, and when Star shouted "Now!", all hell broke loose.

Marco took large, red scissors, unhinged them, and wielding both halves, made two flaming portals with each swing of his makeshift swords. Star was blasting spells from the other side, giving Dipper occasion to confuse the warnicorn with multiple beams of colourful light. And from up above, Wendy swung on what appeared to be liane made from candy cane, and landed on her feet, waving her favourite weapon. A few precise cuts along the way made the nearby stalactite-like structures fall down, cutting the Warnicorn's way out. He neighed, surrounded by two more unexpected foes, and only when it understood he was trapped, Star begun her part.

Her body glowed, and the Warnicorn started falling through a portal in the floor, seemingly drowning in a yellowish liquid, the same colour as the steeds they were riding a moment before. It took Dipper a moment to realise the Warnicorn was going to be alright, no matter how gruesome sounds it let out.

And indeed, a moment later, a pure yellow unicorn emerged from the pond, prancing happily, as Star closed her distance to him.

- There you go, little one - she spoke to the Warnicorn twice the size of hers, ruffling its mane - Who's a good creature made from pure magic? - Well, there's that. - Marco took halves of his scissors and put them together, closing the portals around him. - Are you guys alright? - I think so. - Dipper spoke, checking his body - But honestly, don't know if I was doing that much here... - Nah, you were fine. - Marco patted his back - I was screaming on my first date with Star as well. - I-I wasn't screaming. - Dipper stuttered. - Yeah, you were - Wendy joked, walking from behind one of the fallen cloud tree. - That was some quick-thinking with the pillars! - Star exclaimed. - Thanks, not the first creature we caught that way. - Wendy smiled - Remember giant slug, Dip? - I'm trying to forget it, actually... - he shivered.

The three watched as Star helped the reborn Warnicorn prance around a few more times, before she took him to join the herd they left at the other side of the forest.

- And do you do that often? - Wendy asked Marco, as the four walked back. - It sometimes happens with wild Warnicorns. - he explained - And other times there are more... serious matters. - Like, whole universe might asplode into powder matters - Star added, making unnecessary sounds with her mouth. - But we've got lots of friends in different dimensions. And speaking of...

Marco looked at Star, who nodded eagerly.

- I think we could have a helping hand or two where you guys live. Seems it's pretty weird place by Earth's standards. - Yeah, and we could use a spell-blasting princess as well, when, I don't know, heating's broken. - Wendy joked. - Hey, do you think this would help us in our research? - Dipper interrupted - We...We might get access to all those dimensions Ford theorised about!  

He suddenly grabbed his head.

- This... this might be amazing! - Wow, your pocket dork sure gets easily excited. - Star nudged Wendy's arm. - Tell me about it. - she rolled her eyes, looking at her boyfriend muttering under his breath.

Star once again performed her dance, opening large, glowing portal, and the four stepped back to their world, right back to the fast-food restaurant they left in such weird circumstances. Star made one more trip escorting the herd of warnicorns, and returned a moment later, back in her mewman form.

- Hey, speaking of, what were you guys doing in Echo Creek anyway? - Eh.. - Dipper scratched his head - I... I was going to take Wendy on our anniversary, and I was trying to find a road to Mariposa Falls, but... - Oh, yeah, that road was eaten last year. - Marco explained quickly. - By a giant hungry caterpillar. The, uh, the city hasen't decided how to rebuild it yet. - But we can take you guys there!

This time it was Marco's turn to wield his magic. He took his scissors and cut the part of reality in front of them, opening door to a glade, with enormous waterfall in the middle, surrounded by massive, thick forest. Wendy and Dipper eagerly stepped through the portal, before Star said they will pick them up at sunset, mentioning something about "free tacos".

- Oh, Dipper... This is awesome! Just like home, never thought you guys have such cool places here. - And, uh, you say it after you've done chasing an evil unicorn through a different dimension? - he chuckled. - You know what I was talking about, mister...

Wendy cupped his face and brought his lips to hers, pulling him into a deep, sensual kiss, which soon made both of them weak in their knees, and forced them to fall and roll on the soft grass, surrounding the vast lake.

- Do you wanna go swimming? - Wendy suddenly asked, breaking the kiss. - Er, I don't think it's legal here... - Can you see any cops? - Wendy raised her brow - I brought my red swimsuit... Just don't look!

Dipper turned around, and closed his eyes, listening to his girlfriend changing clothes, already imagining spending their anniversary in one of the most serene and peaceful places he's been in.

But if Dipper Pines wasn't so faithful, and has taken a peek, he might have noticed a small cut on Wendy's thigh. What looked and felt like an ordinary bruise, had a definitely otherworldly black colour, the same as the unicorn, whose hoof has grazed Wendy when she was swinging her axe...

[honestsycrets]

Jin-Woo

❛ pairing | ivar x reader, anxious oc: jin woo x doom and despair

❛ word count | 1403

❛ genre | one shot, mostly funnies

❛ summary | ivar’s secretary jin woo is concerned ivar isn’t getting his fuck buddy anything special, so, he takes on the task

❛  warnings | ivar in shit, jin woo in shit, everyone in shit

“Should I get something for (Y/N) today?”

Everyone had been asking him that. Not a big deal for others, maybe, but you weren’t his wife. You weren’t even his girlfriend! Just a piece of ass-- no, a fuck buddy. Was that the right term? Ivar straightens out his silky tie, debating just exactly what his fuck buddy said. He glances back to his secretary as he walks in.

“Why would I, Jin-Woo?” Ivar glaces up from the tablet he was working on. Jin shuffles in his place, looking down to the calendar of Ivar’s schedule. It was bound to be a busy day for him with a schedule filled up until six at the very least.

“It’s Valentine’s day, chairman.” Jin says.

“So?”

“She might be expecting something?” He asks. “It is Valentines day.”

“She is not my wife.” Ivar rolls his eyes as he walks away from his desk out toward the double doors. They spread apart with a whirl. “Just get her some roses.”

“But-- but she’s allergic to roses.” Jin-Woo follows him. Ivar motions to his well tailored grey suit fixing a notch in Ivar’s black tie. It sits just underneath his grey vest and atop of a white button up, tailored nicely to his body.

“Then chocolate.”

“But-- shouldn’t it be more intimate?” He asks.

“I buy her purses and dresses all the time.” Ivar says. Despite the fact that it was Jin-Woo who did most of the shopping on Ivar’s part.

“If you want to get her something, knock yourself out. Get your wife something pretty while you’re at it.” Ivar steps into the elevator, shoving Jin-Woo back out of it. “I have more important things to do than to worry about her.”

“Aish.” He hisses. “What do I get?”

This was more stressful than getting his own wife something. Which, shit! He hadn’t done that either. He grabs his bag and whizzes out the door. The first place that he had on his mind was a higher end shop.

He was only in for minutes when he caught sight of you bobbing around the corner. Stupidly he dropped under one of the tables, hand in his short black hair swept over his eye. His tie hung between his black slacks, almost touching the pale white tiles of the floor. A pair of black high heels stops in front of the table behind them-- and he knows those cute black pedicured toes to be yours.

“Jin-Woo?”

“Damn it...” He curses under his breath, slipping out from under the table and standing at his full height. He clears his throat and adjusts his tie, jamming his hand into his pocket.

“Miss (L/N).” He says nervously, running his wet tongue over cracked lips. He searches for the right excuse as her hands come to intertwine over her chest. The man beside her slides his hand into his pocket but otherwise says nothing.

“What are you going here?” She asks.

“Um, I.” He stutters. “I came to get my wife something.”

“Did you?” She says. “They aren’t out of your pay grade?”

Owch. He winces at that one, trying his best to just smile. He knows that normally that would have been true but-- he had a great boss. As a hard worker himself, he was afforded things that other people wouldn’t have gotten. He knows you could hardly care about what Ivar allowed him to get. Jin-Woo was a small little fish in comparison to the big one, Ivar. He lets a heavy breath loose choosing to take the path of honesty.

“I came to find you something.” He admits.

“Oh, are you?” She runs her hands through her hair. “What are you getting me this year?”

“This year?” He stutters. “You know?”

“Of courses I know. I know what he likes-- and more than half the time it’s not the puffy cute things you buy.”

More than half the time it would be cute little baby dolls, panties and bras that were puffy and light. Sure, certainly that could be Ivar’s taste, but more mature. Jin-Woo loved gentle princessy pink things for his wife.

“Sorry.” He bends his head.

Ivar was going to kill him. Forget his job-- when he found out about this, he was in trouble. After a brief few seconds, you ran your cherry red nails up and down his black suit jacket. He swallows after a good few minutes and looks to the nearby table where a pink baby doll with red hearts sits.

“Uh…” He stutters. “This one?”

“It’s pretty girly, isn’t it?” You say, placing it back on his arm. “But I do suppose that’s your taste for your wife.”

“You’re not angry?” Jin-Woo says furthermore.

“Oh of course I am. Just not with you.” You tap his nose with your finger and then move to another area. “Now this one is more my taste!”

Oh god, he’s going to be fired.

“I knew it would fall through!” Ivar laughs in his chair, swiveling it around to look at the night lights surrounding the bright lights that lit up several different buildings. “Yes-- yes, I’ll make it on the nearest flight.”

His phone vibrates along the call. He pulls his phone away from his ear enough to look at the notification.

Jin-Woo I’m sorry!

It doesn’t occur to him until he looks up to the reflection of the window. Behind him the doors gave a soft whizz. Between them, he definitely recognizes that it isn’t his dopey little secretary who walked in.

“...I’m going to have to call you back, Josue.” He turns off the phone and whizzes around in his chair. His eyebrow perks up as your heels click closer and closer. The coat you wear is pulled tight, knotted into a little bow. Not a sight of a dress is underneath-- and curiously Ivar looks toward your soft legs.

“Hm.” He tosses his phone on his desk. “What are you doing, (Y/N)?”

You beeline straight toward him, fiddling with the knot on your waist. Ivar turns his head deliberately slowly, watching the coat fall from your body. The cherry satin, strappy two piece with scalloped lace tickles him just the right way. You reach out to fist his tie around your closed fist, holding him so tightly that you can feel the knot along his throat. You straddle his hips, drawing him in against your lips.

“You know I like you, don’t you, Ivar?”

He leans forward, stealing a small kiss from your lips. It was evident that he must have too.

“Mhm, that is why I bought you that, (Y/N).” He runs his fingers over the delicate red scalloped lace, falling to your ass. He grabs a handful, dropping his head back because fuck if he’s not going to have a good night.

“Oh you like it?” You ask.

“Of course I do. Your ass in that…”

“Thank you.” You smile. “Jin Woo got it for me.”

What. He leans back, a small drop in his lips when it all comes together. His tongue courses along the side of his lip, struggling to come up with an answer. Usually he was more composed, always with an excuse.

“I might have been too busy today.” He answers. You lift your hand up into his hair to grip his short strands of hair. It was, after all, a special day. You don’t know what you were expecting… but it hadn’t been that.

“I shouldn’t have expected more.” You lean in, laying a kiss upon his lips. “It does look nice on me, doesn’t it?”

“You aren’t angry?”

“It’s not like you’re my boyfriend, right? You’ve done nothing to deserve it.”

The words are dry. He leans back in his chair and fights with the right words to agree that-- yeah, he isn’t a boyfriend. He shouldn’t feel obligated to do shit! At the same time even as a fuckbuddy… those words sound like he’s not deserving of being more to you. Ivar turns down his blue eyes, nostrils flaring.

“Let’s go to your house.” You wink and dismount his lap and offer him your hand. You caught the cute little pout in his lip. If you didn’t know betterr, you would have thought that your words set him alight. “We have to ‘christen’ the lingerie.”

The last message to Jin Woo that night was trouble.

Ivar Ragnarsson I’m going to kill you.

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DBH: Deviant Dynamics

Chapter 7

Warnings: Mild swearing and violence. Nothing too brutal and Hank always comes with a warning label.

Sorry for the delay, I'm a tired boi today. I would've taken the day off but this chapter kept demanding to be written. （￣Ω￣）

"Have you picked a name yet?" A female voice chimed in nearby.

Connor had heard that question so much that it was wearing on him, it didn't help that he felt completely drained out from his heat. Today was just a terrible day and he regretted his insistence in going to work despite Hank's instructions to stay home. He'd been getting stir crazy and being in a room where he'd done so many things to the thoughts of RK900, it was embarrassing and he wanted to escape. He thought he'd catch a break by distracting himself with the current cases, but the moment he showed up to work, RK900 was there waiting for him, eyeing him like the android had been starved. It made him uncomfortable and Connor hadn't been able to look at the other RK model since. Which was a feat in itself.

RK900 had been shadowing him everywhere today, worse than usual and for the first time, he could sympathize with Hank. Connor couldn't even turn around without running straight into the brick wall named RK900. And that was only the tip of the iceberg. Whenever Connor was tasked something, RK900 was already on it, practically doing Connor's job for him. The final straw had been when Hank asked for Connor to hand over a magazine and before Connor could even move, RK900 was already handing the tablet over to Hank. The look the older detective gave RK900 was mirrored by Connor, neither liking the other model getting between them.

"No, I have not." Replied a cool voice from close by, RK900 hadn't even bothered occupying his own assigned desk and instead had taken up standing to Connor's right, hovering over him like a looming storm. Connor could practically feel the pressure bearing down on his shoulders, increasing his stress levels. However, RK900 didn't seem to notice or chose not to. Was this some sort of intimidation factor? Was the alpha trying to prove who was better, more superior of the RK series? Connor stared blankly at the screen of his terminal, unable to concentrate as he tried to puzzle out why RK900 was trying to smother him. While he had found RK900 to be the source of his fantasies, in reality, it was so much more different.

"What? People can't just keep calling you RK900, its too long of a word to say." The source of the female voice was from one of their newest recruits, a Traci model. One Connor had fought and spared during the time of the revolution.She had proven her fighting capabilities despite her model being designed for more sexual deeds. Connor had been the first on to put her on the list Markus had asked to compile for android officers.

"I think asshole works just fine." Hanks growl interrupted the conversation, but Connor had no energy to nip this situation in the bud before things escalated. Hank had been on pretty good behavior, having sensed Connor's weariness. The man was human, but he knew Connor well enough to see even the slightest changes in the android, sometimes even before Connor knew himself. "Or just dick. Detective Dick."

That seemed to get a laugh out of Traci, but RK900 seemed as impassive as ever as if not even invested in the conversation. "Since he looks a little bit like Connor, I think it'd be fitting to make them have matching names. How adorable would that be." Traci teased as she leaned down closer to Connor, pinching his cheek in attempts to get a rise out of his calm demeanor. EAny other day, she might have received a smile and a playful bat of the hand, but he just closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't like that he couldn't give Traci the reaction she desired, it wasn't her fault that he was like this.

A low noise, just barely audible came from his right where RK900 was and Connor didn't need to look to know RK900 was tensing. The other android had tried his best to remain cool and collected by with how much he stuck to Connor, the older android could see the subtle difference. Deciding that it was time to step in before things snapped, Connor finally spoke up.

"He's not a pet we can just name, he has to decide for himself. That's part of the freedom we fought for after all." Connor tapped the screen to his terminal, acting like he was busy as Traci released him with a annoyed sigh at how reasonable Connor was, ruining her fun.

"Connor. You kept the name Cyberlife gave you. Since Cyberlife is no more, you are the closest one to be active to Cyberlife central." RK900's voice finally decided to chime in on the subject about himself. Not that Connor was very much appreciative of it. "Following this deduction, you should be the one to name me."

Connor jerked his head around to look at RK900 for the first time today, surprised by his request. He had just said his thoughts on the matter of naming someone else, but it seemed RK900 thought otherwise. Connor tilted his head, his eyes squinting just slightly as he processed through his thoughts. Telling RK900 to get a name for himself was still ordering the android to do something, but then again giving him a name was going against his freedom as well. In the end, RK900 had made his own choice, freedom to decide how he received his name. Connor just didn't want to be the one responsible for such a momentous thing. There were so many names to choose from, how could Connor find the right one that fit RK900?

Being the one to pick the upgraded model's name felt like something special, like RK900 had just given him the greatest of gifts and put himself into Connor's care. It was so contradictory from the usual way RK900 acted that it left Connor a little wary as to what RK900 was thinking. RK900 was better at hiding his thought process more than Connor was, maybe due to still being new to deviancy. "Are you sure you want me to give you a name?"

"Yes." The answer was brisk and resounding, there was no doubt in RK900's decision as if he didn't realize how much pressure he'd just put on Connor's shoulders. He drummed his fingers on his desk, ignoring the slightly annoyed look from Hank, who always did his best to stop Connor's 'nervous twitching' habits. It helped Connor think and made Hank on edge sometimes, right now he needed it.

"How about we start with something that starts with a C?" Traci added, trying to be helpful. Connor was grateful for it since he didn't have a clue where to start on a list of names. While he preferred not to be affiliated with RK900 so closely by their names, Connor really didn't want to go through the struggle of finding a name. "You got Caleb, Colin, Conan, Conrad.." Traci began listing off names, Hank giving a few snorts in humor at some but didn't decide to let everyone else in on what he found funny about some of the names. Connor's concentration was dwindling, he really just wanted to go back home and relax on the couch with Sumo. Hank had been right in stating Connor wasn't ready to return back to work.

To simplify matters instead of analyzing each name, Connor picked the first four names Traci had stated and decided to put them into a randomized generator, shuffling them around mentally before letting fate and chance pick one for him. After a moment of his processors scrambling the names, it finally chose one. "Conrad." Connor stated, interrupting Traci's listing of names, how long had she'd been spouting them? Regardless, the name was decided as Connor shifted his gaze back on the newly dubbed android.

Gray eyes met brown, there was something more in that gaze than Connor was willing to analyze, making RK- No, Conrad's gaze seem just faintly softer around the edges. The way he looked at Connor, completely focused as if gazing into his whole world right then. Connor's stress levels rose to a frightening degree as he didn't know how to take that look and immediately he shoved himself up into a stand, wanting to run away. To make a tactical retreat.

"Well, now that's been handled, I need to re-evaluate the evidence from today's case. So if you'll excuse me." He gave Traci a small smile in thanks for her assistance before making his retreat. He could feel their eyes on him, but he kept up his casual pretenses. Hank let Connor go without a word, Traci seemed to pick up on the situation, but Conrad was already out of his seat and trailing after Connor. He could feel the younger android's presence stalking behind him, the tap tap of his heels so methodical and final as if Connor had no true escape from him. However, Connor had no intention on completely running away at this point.

Calmly as he could, he placed his hand on the identification pad on the wall beside the door, letting it scan his model number before the door slid open. As predicted the newly christened Conrad followed after him, Connor wanted to find somewhere to be alone but now his goals had changed when Conrad didn't take heed of Connor's stress levels. Once he made it into the evidence room, the glass doors hissing closed behind him, locking him in with the man who had tormented his thoughts for the past week, making him feel ashamed and draining him of all his patience. He knew he shouldn't be blaming Conrad, but the other android was wearing on him, unknowingly or not.

Connor had every intention of striking first, but Conrad was quicker to the draw when Connor turned around to face the other android. Before his processors could even acknowledge Conrad's movements, he felt the hard surface of the wall bang up against his back, within an instant, he was trapped between it and the immovable body of Conrad. Being this close to him, he could catch the smell of Conrad's crisp scent of arctic air, fresh off the mountain, so subtle that it was insidious on his sensors.It implanted the idea of burying his face into Conrad's neck, to find the direct source of such an enticing scent.

He had to hold on strong, his head turning away as a faint hint of light blue dashed across his cheeks, making the freckles there stand out just a slight bit more. His vision filled with conflicting choices, if he didn't make a decision fast, then Conrad would make the choice for him. For a week, Connor had imagined what Conrad's body would feel like against his own, Connor's body appeared soft, but that was only on surface value. Conrad's body made no attempt to hide his strength, his dominance as he pressed closer, nearly crushing Connor against the wall to prevent any form of escape from Connor. Connor's LED was flashing an alarming red as his stress levels were dangerously high, warning him if he didn't calm down then he'd only cause harm unto himself.

Calming down with Conrad so close was impossible, he needed space, he couldn't breathe to cool his body down with Conrad's very presence sucking up all the cool air between them, only leaving hot and heavy air thick with the scent of an alpha.The touch of a finger and thumb caught his chin, the grasp was firm and unforgiving as Conrad forced Connor's head to turn and face him again, tipping Connor's head back at just the right angle so their eyes would meet again. Conrad's face filled Connor's vision as the younger android began to ease in closer as if afraid he'd scare Connor away by moving too quickly. Connor's vision began to turn red with errors and alarms as his stress reached critical levels. He needed space and he needed it now.

Connor struck hard and fast, his arm thrusting up to shove his palm right under Conrad's chin with enough force that he caused the other android to stumble back. Connor didn't allow his younger model the chance to figure out what happened as he twisted around on one heel while the other was lifted to smash directly into the side of Conrad's face. The power behind the kick sent the slightly larger android crashing onto he ground, but he seemed to catch on what was happening and used the momentum to roll back up onto his feet. The icy glare than landed on him did nothing to sway Connor, if Conrad couldn't take the hint that Connor needed space, then the older android would have to be more blunt and prove a point that he wasn't obsolete or inadequate.

There was only a brief moment where neither moved, both calculating their next path of attack through their simulations, trying to guess which path the other would choose. From what appeared to be only seconds to a human, was minutes for an android as they calculated all the outcomes before finally moving. Connor was the one to be the aggressor while Conrad seemed to lean more towards the defensive side, his hesitation to deal out attacks on Connor would be his weakness as Connor was relentless when he set his sights on a goal.Conrad was backed into the raised evidence console, giving Connor the advantage as the older android slammed his palm up and into what would be a human's sternum. His palm twisted upon impact causing Conrad's power cell to be slightly misplaced in its socket.

As Conrad was forced to double over before Connor, he raised his knee sharply sending his kneecap directly into Conrad's nose with quick efficiency. He could hear the mechanical tone of Conrad's voice swearing at him, but it was too distorted to properly understand as the newer android slid to the floor, his back leaning against the evidence console. Connor had made sure that his attack hadn't been life threatening, only to momentarily disable Conrad to prove a point. If the other android wanted to play alpha then Connor had to step up his game to make sure to let his counterpart know he wouldn't be walked all over.

Adjusting the cuffs of his jacket and straightening his tie, Connor turned on his heel and left the evidence room and Conrad behind.