#or it'll expire before i realize

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sticky, fernando a. - "you're getting up there in age fernando." he often heard, "isn't it time to settle down and have some kids?" the words made him grimace. he wasn't that old, forty-three was not old. but then again it seemed like thirty years old was expired milk for formula one driver's and fernando was the oldest active driver. hell, even his engineers were starting to look younger than him.

the back pain, the should aches, the noises his knees made when he got up too fast. maybe it was time to settle down, and while he had a lovely wife. maybe it wasn't a terrible idea to start a family. he already had his grid kids, the gaggle of young drivers who fernando was a mentor too. but the mentality started to change when he greeted him after a successful weekend in spain. draped in soft white, your curves on full display. and fernando realized that he had a new insatiable appetite. not for trophies, but to breed you.

there you were, in the hotel room for the weekend. in something lacy and white. complimented your skin tone perfectly. you looked like an angel. you were seated on the bed and fernando's eyes went wide for a moment at the sight of you. you simply giggled and crooked a finger to pull him in closer. he couldn't help himself. his aston martin jacket was taken off and tossed to the side as were his shoes before he approached you quickly. he could already feel the tightness in his jeans. he knew he was still running on the high of victory, but to see his darling, loving wife dressed in something so revealing. it really did a number on him. he licked his lips as he stood in front of you as you sat on the bed.

you giggled, "hello, honey."

he reached down and his thumb stroked your cheek as he held our jaw. he replied, "hello, my love. where did you get this? looks new."

you stuck out your bottom lip and shrugged nonchalantly, "the spanish grand prix is always special. i thought i'd make it more special for your victory." then smiled at him lovingly then sat up a little straighter to meet his lips when he went in for a heated kiss. you learned early on that fernando's kisses were addictive. the kind of addicting that you moaned when his lips sealed over yours.

he held your face as the two of you kissed. when he eventually broke away, he took off his t-shirt and you admired his body. he watched you licked your lips and then remarked, "like what you see, my love?" then put his hands on the leather belt around his waist. he gave you that winner's smile and you felt your core grow hotter.

you nodded and reached behind you to get your bra off. but fernando stopped you. you looked at him curiously, eyebrows raised as he then reached for your shoulders.

"only fair me for me undress you. it would be like someone else opening your christmas present." his hands trailed down your shoulders to your elbows and he took in the sight of you in lingerie once more before he reached behind you and unhooked the bra like magic. he was careful with it, even though he made enough money to buy you another pair.

you bought it for him, he should treat it with some respect. however, his heart stopped when you softly spoke as he toyed with your breasts.

"fernando... honey." you looked in his brown eyes and said, "let's make a baby tonight." and fernando was near lightheaded when all of the blood rushed to his cock.

he managed to compose himself and say in response, "of course." he then lightly chuckled, "only if our baby is as beautiful as you."

you out stretched your arms and replied, "and only if they are as cunning as you." then laughed when fernando got you pinned down to the bed. the kisses grew and your hands reached for his belt. it was stripped from him and chucked to the floor in the hopes it'll be found again in the morning.

you both panted heavily as he got his blue jeans off and then he cupped your face once more. by instinct you closed your eyes and he covered your mouth with his in another steamy kiss. you moaned against him as he rubbed his barely clothed cock up against the lace covering your pussy. both stripped down to the bare basics, but yet, you still held that certain angelic quality. you moaned when his hands trailed down your sides to reach the lace panties.

"as beautiful as they are, my love." he said with a softness in his tone, "they will look better on the floor." then you helped him get them off of you and on the floor. you did the same to the black and white briefs he wore. both naked and you yelped when he took you by the sides and got you on top of him. your knees planted on the soft bed and his cock up against your pussy. he eyed you, dark eyed filled with lust for only you. he said, "you always looked beautiful on top."

"flirt."

fernando smiled, "only for you, my love. can a man not flirt with his wife." his hands massaged your soft hips as you used his chest as support to sink down on his cock. you both tensed for a moment and when he finally relaxed he patted your behind lovingly, "always feel amazing."

you splayed your hands across his chest as you moved your hips against him. the feeling bloomed in your gut as you said to him, "patting my behind like a car?"

he chuckled, "no, no. you're a lot smoother than any ride i've ever had." he winked at you and you couldn't help but smile. his words cheeky and it was hard not to be endeared with his cock snug inside of you.

you raised and dropped your hips as a steady pace. you were making love to him, you were going to start your little family. you leaned in to kiss him on the lips as slowly you picked up momentum. you shuddered at the feeling, something about how erotic it all felt made you excited all over. especially in the pit of your stomach. nailed dragged across his chest, but not enough to hurt him. you panted heavily when the kiss broke. you held onto his shoulders for better support as you worked your hips against him.

fernando admired you as you moved against him. his breathing was heavy as the two of you fucked on the hotel bed. it was like a race in his blood. he massaged your hips as you moved against him. he let you have all the control. you were a partnership, equals. and he loved you deeper than the ocean. his commitment to you ran as deep as it could go. he married the love of his life.

"how is this for a smooth ride?" you asked with humour in your tone.

he chuckled and let go of your hips to place his hands behind his head, "mmm, better than anything i've been riding on the track. really gets my blood going." he chuckled lightly, but was quickly silence by another heated kiss.

fernando didn't think of you in terms of a car. it was just a little humour while you two fucked. always one for jokes that one. but, you did like that he enjoyed when you rode him more than he did driving that horrid car his team had at the moment.

the moans continued as did your thrusts against him. you took him beautifully and the pleasure moved through the both of you. your nails dug into his shoulders a little as your pace quickened. his cock almost slipped out of you when you raised your hips due to how soaked you were. the feeling made your husband groan as the pace continued.

the two of you moved against one another perfectly. his hands clasped your hips once more as the pleasure began to reach its peak. you both knew you weren't going to last much longer. he went in for another kiss and you pressed your chest against his.

he worked his cock up into you as you laid chest to chest. your hands in the covers under him for a better support as the two of you moved against one another. he held onto you tightly as fucked you feverishly. the feeling was intense, light a bright heat in his core. when the kiss broke, he admired your blissed out expression as you reached your climax.

you tensed up, you held onto the covers tighter. your back arched a little as fernando kept up the pace of fucking you. your noises were higher pitched, but sweeter than cherries. he kissed you once more as you climaxed before he wrapped both arms around your middle and fucked up into you while you lost the course of your movements.

he took over as he fucked into you. with a few more quick movements he finished inside of you with a heavy exhale. he shuddered before he stopped his movements and gives you a heated kiss. he held onto you tightly as a few more spurts of cum ended up inside of you. the two of you made out passionately and when you finally broke the kiss you were both exhausted.

your eyes went wide as you ended up on your back. even though your husband was worn out from one round, his hungry gaze remained on you. before you could say anything, he answered your question,

"if we are going to make a baby, my love... we'll need to go more than one round."

-

"he's obsessed with you." you remarked with your arms crossed. you weren't mad about it, but you knew that your son had a soft spot for his father. ever since he was born the rambunctious little tomás alonso.

fernando was getting ready for the race of the weekend, but your three year old wanted to be held by his father before he got in the car. your husband chuckled and swayed a little from side to side with the boy in his arms. he replied, "i cannot help it." it didn't help that the little boy was a spitting image of his father at that age.

you smiled a little and crossed the small distance between you two. you leaned in, careful of the boy in your husband's arms and kissed your husband on the lips. this was fernando's last season before retirement and you knew it would be a change for your husband. going from racing to retirement.

"bring home the trophy." you winked and he only smiled at you.

the changes would only grow because in your purse was ultrasound photos. while you hoped for a bit more of a gap between your first and second child, you were pregnant again and your baby would be due around the time fernando brought home his third and final world championship <3

[mrsshabana]

Request:

A scenario of Gyutaro and Y/N at Victoria’s Secret? I haven’t seen any fics of any medias involving the store xd

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaroxfemale!reader, modern au, fluff, Gyutaro has some perverted thoughts ꒦꒷‧₊ Note Sorry I haven't been writing much lately, I've been super busy. But thank you for this ask and thank you to everyone who also submitted asks, I will get to them when I can! ♡

"Wh-Why did you bring me here?" Gyutaro, your awkward boyfriend says as you drag him into Victoria's Secret.

"Because babe, I have a coupon that expires tomorrow!"

"But-But-!" He stutters, almost tripping as you force him into the fancy lingerie store.

"It's alright Gyu, I'll be quick," you reassure him as you walk through the store, looking for something that catches your eye.

Gyutaro can feel his palms sweating as he follows close behind you, feeling like he doesn't belong here. And fearing that if he strays too far from you everyone will look at him like he's some kind of creep.

He tries not to stare at the lingerie out on display but he can't help it. Images of you wearing lacey lingerie begin to fill his mind, and before he realizes it he's grabbing a black lace lingerie set off the rack. It's not only sexy but quite elegant too.

You can't help but smile when you see your boyfriend holding it, "Something catch your eye?"

"Y-yeah," he nods, "You should get this one."

You look up at him, noticing the faint blush on his cheeks. God, he's so fucking cute. If he's already this flustered, how flustered will he be when he sees you actually wearing it?

"This is pretty," you say as you take it from his hands, "I guess I could go try it on."

"No!" he shouts, immediately slinking back when he realizes how loud he said that, "U-Um... I think you should just buy it... please."

He doesn't want to admit it, but he knows he wouldn't be able to handle you trying this on in the store. He'd immediately get hard, and walking around like that, trying to conceal it, would be so bothersome and annoying. He's already half-hard just thinking about you wearing the damn thing. He just wants to get out of here as soon as possible so he can have you all to himself.

"Alright alright," you chuckle and kiss his cheek, "I'll just get it, I'm sure it'll fit fine."

"It's fine if it doesn't fit perfectly," he thinks to himself as he follows you to the register, "Because it won't be on you very long anyways."

[risingmoonyue]

A funny thought I had was of Noctis going through that one really specific friend experience where you wake up one day and realize your BFF and Parent(s) are suddenly Besties TM and you have no idea when this happened.

So Prompto and Regis somehow becoming just. Such good friends. (After Prompto gets over his anxiety over talking to The Real Life King ofc.)

It started because Noctis was hanging out with Prompto and not answering his phone (he was napping), and evolves (or possibly devolves) into hot gossip sessions, baby photos, and first name privileges, because Regis thought this kid was actually pretty fun, and Prompto realized that Regis was like Noctis, but Bigger and More Sociable.

[Game night]

Prompto's phone: [hard rock music ringtone]

Prompto: Hold on Noct, gotta take this call

Noctis: Ye sure whatever

Prompto: REGIS, your kingliness, my guy, wassup?

Noctis: [drops his controller]

Ignis: [spits out his Ebony]

Gladio: [walks into a wall]

Prompto: Uh huh. Yeap. Oh, he did NOT!!! Uh huh. Ye-ouch, no joke?? Got it. I'll let em know, yeah. Have a killer day my dude! [Hangs up]

Prompto: hey Noct, your Dad wants to actually show up for dinner this week, six o'clock sharp tomorrow. Says your meat privileges are about to expire and if you don't it'll be that time when you were twelve all over again, which, can I just say, YIKES.

Noctis: you-- wha-- HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT. HOW ARE YOU TALKING TO MY DAD. WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY DAD.

Prompto: uhhh for months now??? This is old news. Like, there's an entire group chat??

Noctis: A GROUP CHAT?????

(The group chat has Regis, Cor, Clarus, and Prompto, all of whom collectively have So Much more blackmail on the rich boy chocobros than ever before.)

(The rich boy chocobros in question are horrified at this realization.)

[crocomum]

Humanformers Dratchet/Ratchlock AU idea: SugarDaddy! Deadlock and reluctant SugarBaby! Ratchet

Ratchet finds someone (Drift) overdosing in an alleyway on his way home from a long night out drinking with colleagues. Still tipsy, he stops to help the stranger in the alley, gives him a kick; quickly realizes he's dying of an overdose.

Immediately goes into doctor mode and does everything he can to stabilize the dying man. Realizes he also has multiple stab wounds on his back and needs more than what he can do without equipment.

Calls it in.

No ambulances are close enough to take the call before the stranger would expire. The stranger, waking up now, barely cognizant, tells Ratchet to just let it happen. Laughs. Ratchet tells him if he's got nothing useful to say, to shut it.

They're not far from the hospital, the bar he, Pharma, Ambulon, and Red Alert (their call signs) all go to is close enough to walk to. Slapping himself fully sober (now Drift's looking at him like he's crazy) Ratchet asks the stranger if he can walk. Isn't surprised when it's a no.

Huffs and heaves a sigh--then heaves drift up and starts hobbling them toward the hospital. It's not the smartest thing to do but he's done dumber.

Drift acting as dead weight, asks why Ratchet is going so far for him. He's nobody. He has nothing. Wants nothing. Just let him go. No one would blame him.

Ratchet like, I would blame me. And what did I saying about closing that yapper unless you've got something useful to say. Like your blood type.

The stranger goes silent and they make their way into the hospital. Not a word is spoken as Ratchet hauls him inside, on an operating table, and gets to work.

It's not until Ratchet is cleaning up the bloody tools when the man sits up well before he should be able and asks why Ratchet did it. He's glaring at the doctor. Ratchet finishes wiping down a tool and goes to the stranger, grabs his hands.

Says he's special.

Means it. Doesn't know why he does. There's just something about the strange man that compels him to say it. He could have added that if the man were meant to die, he would have well before Ratchet found him. Or he would have died on the way to the hospital.

The stranger might say he doesn't want for anything, but his actions speak louder than his words. Even with all the protests, it's obvious the man wants to live.

Nothing more is spoken, the stranger having gone silent. But as the night drags on and after Ratchet is done cleaning, he asks if the man has anywhere to go. Is told no, then yes, then maybe.

Ratchet frowns but doesn't press. The stranger asks what he owes and Ratchet says nothing. Then thinks on it again and says for the man to keep his stitches clean until they disintegrate. Lay off the drugs if he can.

The stranger like, I meant money...not that he has any.

Ratchet just, do all that and it'll save me time and money.

Ratchet also remembers he hasn't introduced himself.

Holds out a hand for the stranger to shake, says he's Ratchet, CMO of Iacon Hospital.

Stranger, warily, takes his hand and shakes it weakly. Says he's drift. Just drift.

Drift slinks off after that, and Ratchet hopes it's the last he's seen of the man. Because it would mean he's kept himself out of trouble. Tries not to dwell on what else it could mean.

Too late to go home, he sleeps in his office. Wakes up to an early call to go into a board meeting; all the directors are there. It's a performance review. For Ratchet. About last night.

It's not that Ratchet used the hospital's equipment to save the man's life. It's that he let him leave without paying. Ratchet it waves it off; he'll pay for it himself. But now they're looking into his history and. Oh. He does this a lot. Mysteriously, there are a LOT of payments from Ratchet's personal account to pay for the uninsured (homeless) people he brings in.

Ratchet is demoted, and then demoted again. His pay is cut as low as it can feasibly go and he's little more than a glorified consultant. He's not saving any lives here. Decides he didn't become a doctor for the paycheck or the prestige and Iacon Hospital might be the biggest and most well funded hospital in the city. But he realizes that he'll do better, help more, by quitting and striking out on his own.

So that's what he does, using the last of his savings to do it. Opens up in the worst part of town. Calls it the Dead End Clinic. Thinks it's funny, thinks it's ironic.

He's busier than ever but his tendency to charge less than he should for treatment and not pay himself is starting to catch up. Bills are stacking and it doesn't help that gang activity in the area has increased. Means more patients and even less payment, considering the types who usually wind up in his clinic.

His friend on the force, Orion, does what he can and patrols the area during his off hours, but there's a rising crime organization/lord the cop is trying to track down (no one believes him that it's happening) and that's been taking up most of his time.

It's getting to the point Ratchet can't afford to keep his regular hours, can't keep the most commonly needed medicines stocked. Thinks about, not closing the clinic, but going back to Iacon Hospital, just to have a steady paycheck to keep the clinic afloat.

He's in his dingy little office head buried in bills, payment defaults, and maxed out credit card statements. When some guy in a white suit, red tie, with slicked back, but still pointed hair kicks the door open.

Ratchet, unimpressed, having dealt with thieves before, tells the stranger to let him know if he finds any money in the safe; and if he does, if he can do any other miracles or if he's just one-trick kind of robber.

Stranger laughs, approaches, slams a fat stack of cash on Ratchet's desk. Leans down, smirks as he declares, "Found some--and look, here's your miracle. Me"

Ratchet finally sits up, gives the man a once over and decides he probably couldn't take him in a fight. The man is built like some kind of lean tank. Grabs the wrench he keeps in his desk just in case. Gets serious. Asks the stranger what he wants.

Stranger responds, "Good question. I didn't used to know, but then I met God and he gave me an answer. Born again and all that."

Ratchet rolling his eyes. Great, a religious nutjob, those were always so reasonable. Doesn't help that the guy looks like some kind of wealthy mobster. Not that Ratchet has ever really considered what one would look like before.

Still hedging his chances for getting out of this without a fight, he asks the stranger what God told him. The stranger responds--

"I'm special."

[saltyyuuri]

How valorant agents would react to:

'' you shouldn't have eaten that- ''

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Brimstone: '' what do you mean I shouldn't have eaten that-what exactly did I eat?? ''

astra: '' why fam? Was it weed infused? Chale- I've had those before. ''

He was soon to discover exactly why he shouldn't have eaten that. That being edibles. Seeing Brimstone high off his ass was definitely one hell of a thing to make your evening so much better.

That was not. It was expired, that's why. Instead of expecting to be high she ended up in the bathroom for a majority of the night- to which you have to bring her anti-nausea medicine.

Breach: '' hah. Survival of the fittest. ''

Chamber: ''and why exactly shouldn't I have, chérie? ''

You quoted him multiple times when he was sick like a dog after eating undercooked chicken. The irony was just amazing.

Clove: '' Meh, it'll either kill me or make me stoned. don't spoil it''

That food item he ate contains something he was allergic to. It was not a fun trip to medbay.

Cypher: '' oh dear. What did I eat? ''

It didn't neither other than make them rather sick. With their lactose intolerance, eating that entire chocolate pudding was definitely not their best move. And of course you didn't find the medication in time.

Deadlock: '' Meh, as long as it wasn't poisonous.''

Edibles. And the stuff he says when he's high? You were both questioning his sanity and also getting a good laugh out of it. And despite being intoxicated he still somehow wins the chess game.

Fade: '' please tell me those were edibles. Please. ''

It wasn't, she didn't necessarily feel great though as it was expired food. But with a couple of anti-nausea pills, she got through it pretty good. You did however properly label containers afterwards if you were going to toss them out before she tried eating them.

Gekko: '' ... Was that expired? ''

And she was happy to learn it was- passing the next couple of hours watching a movie while laughing carelessly, her cat nightmare curled up on her lap and somehow sleeping through all the laughing fits.

Harbor: '' Are you seriously telling me what I can and can't eat?''

You just immediately go get the anti-nausea medicine and hand it to him. He took it pretty fast so he didn't really get any effects, just some mild heartburn in a small stomach ache. You spent the afternoon cuddling with him and rubbing his back.

Iso: ''Well, that explains why it tasted off.''

And you just watched without interfering, watching as the nausea slowly crept up on him. Despite trying to keep face, he eventually had to excuse himself to the bathroom.

Jett: '' tasted a but weird but it was still edible!''

He barely batted an eye when the high hit; rather relaxed and just chilling on the couch casually. However you also discovered the hard way he tended to be a little more... In need when high.

Kay-o: '' I do realize now that the voltage was too high.''

You didn't have the heart to tell her that what she ate was in fact a piece of wax-it was supposed to be a wax melt in the shape of a candy. That she ate. And just thought it was weird tasting candy. You did not question it further.

Killjoy: '' Oh no... Don't tell me I'll be sick- ''

He didn't really eat per se but rather when he got plugged in, he messed up the settings for his charger and accidentally overcharged himself.

Neon: '' WHY!? WHAT DID I EAT?''

You felt pretty bad and immediately brought her medication so it could at least help her through the worst of it. She also only had a belly ache and minor heartburn. But overall it went pretty smoothly for what it could have been.

Omen: '' I'll be fine. ''

It was one of those gummies you can buy that have a lot of caffeine in them. Like roughly 200 mg of caffeine in that one bite. She was hyperactive the entire afternoon and you just took cover and hid somewhere she wouldn't go. It was like watching a squirrel on crack.

Phoenix: '' Ayeee Guess we be high tonight!''

Even though he ate something expired he showed no signs of being nauseated. You figured it was probably because of his body-since it was nowhere near human at this point it probably processed stuff differently.

Reyna: '' and why shouldn't I have eaten that?''

He didn't give more than two craps about it, just enjoying the high of the edibles without a care in the world.

Raze: '' HELL YEAH EDI!!!''

You just silently brought her anti-nausea medication. At first she scoffed but about an hour later she was quick to take it, looking pretty sick.

Sova: '' I've eaten expired food before. I'll be fine. ''

The girl was just hyperactive that she got to go on a bit of a buzz, hell she was about to go get even more to be high as a kite. You literally had to take them away from her.

You mostly questioned why he would willingly eat expired food-then again remembering he was a hunter. It was probably out of survival honestly; but you worried a bit nevertheless because why would he purposely do that when there was more than enough good food around. You scolded him slightly and told him not to eat any more expired food.

Sage: '' Oh well. It's not the end of the world. ''

When she started to feel a bit nauseated she just healed herself a couple of times to make things pass smoothly as if nothing happened. You didn't like how she was going to just use her power to get through, but after all if it kept her comfortable you weren't going to stop her.

Skye: '' Ah god dammit.''

Tejo: '' was it at least the good stuff?''

She locked herself in her room pretty much right before the edibles hit, and when you came in about an hour later she was laying on the couch-talking to herself and laughing. You could understand why she didn't want to be seen.

Viper: '' why would you leave it out then. ''

He was completely unphased, but when the edibles hit he was just sitting back and relaxed in his chair, and he kind of looked pretty damn hot doing so. He also spoke with a bit of a lower voice, slightly slurred words.

Absolutely pissed at you for leaving out some spoiled food-that you were going to throw away. You were just busy doing something else on the side but you took it out of the fridge because you were going to throw it away. You didn't really get a chance to tell her that though before she locked herself in her lab and you were not allowed in.

Vyse: '' ugh. Of course.''

Waylay: '' is it the good stuff or is it bad?''

Pretty annoyed that she ate spoiled food but didn't make a case out of it and took anti-nausea medicine on her end without complaint. It was of her own fault for not checking

Yoru: "the fuck you mean don't eat that?"

She was pleasantly surprised to learn it was the good stuff, taking the evening off from work to enjoy the high and relax- she poured herself a bubble bath and enjoyed it with a glass of wine and you on the side.

When he started to feel ill he understood pretty fast-and since he was busy being sick he couldn't cause you out; and you reluctantly stood nearby with water and meds, occasionally rubbing his back despite the fact he was giving you middle fingers.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

OOOOOOOHHHHHHH gaslamp!au Jason's got it BAD... wonder how long it'll take him to realize just how bad? 😁 Love your work!! 💕

I wonder...

"Jason, do stop scowling," Stephanie said, "it makes you look like a petulant bulldog."

"It's a good match," Cassandra put in reasonably. "He's smitten enough and-"

"He hasn't read a book since primary school," Jason scoffed. For a lady who could quote Shakespeare and The Odyssey from memory that would not do. He'd spend all his time lost and you'd be bored and unhappy-

"They do look well enough together," Stephanie mused, "But. He did look rather confused when she asked him about Tennyson. And then she was forced to pretend she cared about his one time almost business venture with some gentleman with a name that SOUNDED likey Tennyson but wasn't."

"Oh that won't do," Cassandra tutted.

"I should say not," Alfred said refreshing coffee. "That sounds appalling."

"She's a kinder soul than I am," Stephanie declared. "I would have expired of boredom, mortification, or both."

"What about Mr. Allen? He's older but-"

"Absolutely not," Jason snapped setting his cup down with a clatter. "He'd treat his dogs better than he'd treat a wife."

Stephanie sighed, and set down the fork she'd been about to raise to her mouth, "Who then, dearest brother," she asked sweetly, "ould you put forward?"

"Certainly none of the dimwits you'd hand her off to," Jason snorted, rising from his chair. "Excuse me. I've more to do than matchmake. I have a lead to follow up on for Bruce."

And before Alfred or either of the girls could protest, he swept out of the dining room. Missing the meaningful glance that the girls traded while Alfred was busy fretting over another untouched breakfast and a stack of unread messages.

[camillomea]

Child of crime alley 4- telepathy

Here is the new chapter, I hope you like it. Enjoy reading. Write your thoughts in the comments. I am always open to suggestions and criticisms.

Tim looked at Bruce. Bruce was examining him and asked, "Are you cold?" Tim said, "I'm fine." With a flat expression, Tim said, "I understand." Bruce said quietly. Tim thought, "What does he want?" They were all really weird lately, he was tired of dealing with it. He took his computer out of his bag, it was probably expired, but he didn't want to spend unnecessary money, he definitely didn't have enough money for that, he started to turn on his computer, he leaned back while waiting for it to turn on silently. Bruce was watching him. "Have you eaten?" he asked. Tim said, "Yes, I ate before I came." Bruce nodded.

Jason came with two mugs in my hands. "Here's some tea. It'll help you warm up." Tim said, "Thanks Hood," he said, taking the mug. Jason's eye twitched, but he didn't comment on the Hood. He stuck his head out from Tim's side and looked at what he was doing. He frowned at his computer. When Tim got too close to him, he looked at him as if he was asking. Jason asked, "Can you look at something for me later?" Tim asked, "What is it?" Jason said, “It’s about a case.” Tim said, “Okay. I’ll take a look before I get to work.” Jason said, “Thank you, Little Bird.” Tim nodded silently and drank his tea. Jason had pulled up a chair for himself and sat down. He glared at Bruce before he started to mind his own business. Bruce said, “What happened?” telepathically. Jason said, “Bird and I had a long talk today.” Bruce said, “About what?” telepathically. Jason said, “I wonder what it’s about.” YOU THINK. Bruce flinched and looked away. Jason said, “We need to talk. But we’ll do it after Bird gets back to where he lives.” telepathically. Bruce nodded silently. Jason said, “The rose in my palm turned color after I made contact with him.” telepathically. Bruce’s eyes widened. “No, no, that can’t be impossible. If it was, I would know. We would know. It’s impossible,” he said telepathically. Jason said, “That’s what happened. And you’re too stupid a jerk to realize it,” he said telepathically, angrily. Bruce flinched. Tim looked at them staring at each other. “Umm, is something wrong?” he asked nervously. Jason said, “Oh no, Bird. It’s nothing. He was just asking me something.” Tim blinked. “What do you mean?” he asked. Jason froze. “Little Bird, you know about soulmates, right?” he asked. Tim said, “Well, I heard,” he said, tilting his head. Jason said, “The archetype is usually your parent’s bond. Don’t you have any of those?” Tim shrugged. “I’d be surprised if I did. They’re not my family, after all. There’s a reason I don’t have the Drake surname,” he said blankly. Jason’s eye twitched. “And what’s that?” he asked. Tim turned back to his computer and focused on his computer. “They left me when I was 11 and fled the country. They even took their last name off my ID. I guess my only regret was not being able to go back into that house one last time and get my things,” he muttered. Jason’s eyes flashed green with anger. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Bruce said, “Timmy, are you telling us that your parents abandoned you and left you on the street with nothing?” Tim shrugged, “Yeah. Apparently they got into some kind of trouble and ran away. Not that they were home before, they had been traveling abroad for archaeological digs since I was 4. I didn’t even have a babysitter after I was 6. Apparently I had grown up enough. Anyway, when I was 11 and left on my own, it worked out for me. I was experienced enough to take care of myself,” he said. He flinched when he heard a thud. Jason had broken the glass in his hand in anger. When he saw Tim’s reaction, he asked, “Sorry Little Bird, my hand slipped. It didn’t come to you, did it?” Tim shook his head. “Are you okay, Hood?” Jason said, “Yeah, I’m okay. It’s okay, I didn’t get burned,” Tim said, nodding. Jason cleaned himself up, then said, “Back to the topic. Soulmates have a telepathic connection, so I can curse Bruce’s stupidity without putting money in the swear jar.” Tim laughed lightly. Then he asked, “Oh, so you were talking that way?” Jason said, “Yeah.” Tim mumbled, “Oh, I see.” Jason smiled, but telepathically shouted—HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE? Bruce looked away. Tim was intrigued by what he was saying, but didn’t comment. He didn’t have a soul mate, after all, and probably never would. So he focused on the task at hand.

[all-pacas]

when do you think cameron actually started to like chase? not just being physically attracted to him, not when she realizes her feelings. when do you think feelings started to develop? when they're sleeping together? after he gives her the flowers? when house fires him? has she always low key liked him?

GOOD QUESTION, it's impossible to say!!

So, in Lockdown, Cameron actually does clarify this for the first and only time:

CHASE: The first time you slept with me was because you were on crystal meth. CAMERON: I was on the drugs because I was emotional. It was the emotions that led to the sex, not the drugs. CHASE: Not true. After that, you refused to let it go further than just sex. CAMERON: Because I knew I was falling for you and I didn't want to.

And the thing is, while very little in S2 and 3 back these assertions up, they make perfect sense for Cameron's character. She didn't do meth for the fun of it, or even just because of the HIV scare: the entire episode keeps underlying that she's "boring," that she's "stuck in a rut," that she doesn't have fun, that she's wound too tightly. Kalvin keeps telling her to try living for once; Chase accidentally at one point (and teasing her at another) implies the same. She did meth to give herself an excuse to be impulsive and reckless, to lower her own inhibitions. And she called Chase.

I don't think she had feelings for him at this point. At all. But at the same time, he's not the worst pick for this? All talk about his own lack of inhibitions and good decision making aside: Cameron and Chase have been working together almost three years at this point. On a superficial level, they know one another well; they get along. Chase teases her sometimes, but they clash much less than Foreman with either of them, they've always sort of gotten along. So sure. She wants casual sex, she picks someone she knows and basically trusts. Makes sense.

S3, though?

First, it's insane — we don't talk about this enough — how the FWB thing even starts. Cameron doesn't get the idea out of nowhere, she specifically has a conversation with Foreman about love and commitment where he tells her, basically, that she definitely did not have it with her Poor Dead Husband.

CAMERON: You think I didn't have the real thing? FOREMAN: I have no idea what you had. […] You married a dying man. You thought six months, a year, it'll be tough. But then I'll recover and I'll have the rest of my life. It's like willingly getting the flu or joining the Peace Corps. Short term. CAMERON: Wow, you nailed it. It was basically like a wasted weekend. FOREMAN: The sacrifices you made were huge. But they were at the height of your love for him. Commitment is only commitment because it has no expiration date. You stand next to someone and watch them floss for 30 years like my parents have, then ask for sacrifices. That's how you know the real thing. Cameron, I wasn't criticizing you. People who avoid commitment are people who know what a big thing it is.

Cameron lets the subject drop after this… and then runs to Chase and proposes casual sex with him. What was that train of thought?? She certainly isn't trying to prove Foreman right here. I think the opposite: she wants to prove him wrong. She knows what a real relationship is! She knows what commitment and love are, and is capable of both! And Chase is the first person her mind goes to. Why? They've slept together before, but… so what, frankly? I think she probably kind of liked him at this point, but with no intention of follow through: she doesn't let herself do shit like that without an excuse. But now she has one!

But she can't just ask Chase out, because Foreman is right, that does scare her. So she pretends it's casual sex only, and immediately breaks all those rules — by the next episode they're coming into work together; she keeps calling it a relationship — and then gets mad at Chase for getting confused.

She gets scared and dumps him, but then goes around acting like she was just dumped and is upset about it. Chase calls her out on this and accuses her of having feelings for him, which Cameron never actually denies. She was sincere when she said she didn't want to date him (her experiment is complete; she can have a relationship but it's too scary and so she doesn't want to do it anymore), but she did have feelings for him.

I don't think Chase's Tuesday scheme was ever really going to work on Cameron — all it does is give her more chances to double down and be stubborn and she loves doing that! — but I do think him getting fired was the push she needed, because suddenly there's a very real possibility she won't ever see him again, and Cameron can't let go of shit. Human Error is all about being afraid of change and pushing through that fear. Chase finds he's okay with moving on; Foreman leaves the hospital; House loses his team and feels okay… and Cameron, too, has to leave her comfort zone and make a change. The question isn't if she likes Chase at this point, but if she can push herself and be brave and take the risk of admitting it, and she does.

[yarrystyleeza]

In A Heartbeat (M.M)

"I loved her, father, and her heartbeat was all it took for me to fall in love with her."

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[Prologue]

Word count: 3.8k!

warnings for this chapter: brief mentions of trauma and mental illness, usage of pills, and panic attacks.

The winter air howled through the frigid streets of Hell's Kitchen and danced around the warmth of brick buildings, little snow droplets were swinging through the chilling wild winds. Though the scene might sound crowded, but it was filled with utter silence, even the stray dogs were taking shelter from the stinging cold. That wasn't long until something broke the silence of the storm.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

A heartbeat has caught the blind vigilante's attention. Such a young pump in this cold weather, what could force it to be out at this time of the night?

That's when a sweet fragrance hit his nostrils, put him on alert. It was a scent of a woman, so floral and sugary, but definitely captivating.

A laughter tore its way out of the snowy storm, it made his heart flutter out of his chest, he thought it had skipped a beat, and a little wave of blood rushed to redden his partially hidden cheeks.

His hearing was soon met by the soft crunches of her winter boots on the thin layer of white snow, the lub-dubs against her ripcage grew louder and her breath was warming the space in front of her a little each time she expired.

"It was a hard case to be honest with you, but it actually made me realize that I can go back to where I've always belonged to," her voice went smoothly through his ears like a satin ribbon, "mom, I guess I'm ready to call myself detective Mayfield again," she swung the plastic grocery bag softly, "oh, sweetie, you finally said it! You won't believe how long I waited for this moment..." her mother said on the other side of the call, a soft sob left her mouth, "aw, mom, please don't get me started with crying now, you won't be able to shut me off," she chuckled as a stray tear went down her blushed cheeks, she rubbed her cold nose.

"But don't get too excited about it yet, I'm still hunting some offices down to hire me," she made it to her building, walking up the stairs to her apartment floor, "offices? I thought you'd be back to the department..." her mother commented, "I don't think I'm ready for that action, I just made it out alive," she sighed, bolstered the phone between her shoulder and ear to get the key inside the hole.

"Come on, sweetie, you can do it, I know my baby..." her mother begged, "mom. I know what I'm capable of doing now--" she interrupts, "--and being back to the NYPD team is just... Out of my league," she sighs, putting the keys down on the dresser and taking her purse off her shoulder, she steps out of her boots and takes her jacket off, dusting the ice off the thick fabric before hanging it on the hatstand.

"Alright, baby... But at least tell me it's on your mind?..." she sighed at her mother's quest, a tired smile grew on her face, "alright, mom... It'll be on my mind, but not for now," she promised, with a little regretful frown, "sorry but I gotta go now, mom, I'm a little tired of today's celebration at the paper," she rubbed the front of her brows, "alright, sweetie, don't forget to have a decent dinner, you deserve it, baby... Goodnight, my dear," her face stretches widely as she smiles, "goodnight, mom, I love you," she hangs up.

Her sock-covered feet make friction against the wooden floor as she lazily drags them, she takes the wool scarf rounding her neck off, throwing it to the hanger, hoping that it would land perfectly, but it doesn't, so she turns back and hangs it manually. A loud purr followed by a trail of meows is making its way to her down the living room, "aww, look who's excited for mommy being home?" she carries her cat the moment she steps in front of her, "you're hungry, baby? I brought us drumsticks for dinner! You're getting a treat for mommy's celebration!" her cat meowed louder, getting feral for the chicken smell intoxicating her nostrils.

"You like them, right?" she cooed, her voice interrupted with her loud chewing, humming at how happy her cat is. They finish their meal and both of them get ready to go to bed, she changes into her cozy sleepwear and goes right under the heavy blankets, her cats snuggles next to her beneath them not long after.

A smile stretches his rosy lips as he supports his body to stand up off the emergency stairs attached to her building, taking the way up to the roof to jump off one rooftop after the other, taking the safest way home, though he realizes they are a street crossing from each other.

Keeping focus on her calming heartbeat, he climbs up to his apartment, he opens the emergency door and walks down the stairs to the main area. Removing his black mask off of his head, a smile unconsciously grows on his face, as he felt his heart pumping loud in his chest, like a drum solo in an orchestra performance, the blood rushed to his cheeks to redden them louder, more vibrant.

He stepped out of his dark leather boots and took his tight black shirt off, dragging his feet down to his bedroom, he threw his tired weight onto the mattress, face imprinted in the fabric of his silk sheets.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The vigorous heartbeat is pumping gently in his ears, combined with the soft crunches of the falling snowflakes, and her soft huffs of air as she breathes. Probably she's having a nice dream, he thinks. A sudden wave of guilt washes over him. He knows he shouldn't eavesdrop someone, specially in the safety of their home with no danger surrounding them. But he can't help it. As if the tick-tocks of her heart were the last thread he's hanging on, and he's holding on for life.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

It's almost two in the morning, his tired eyes kept focused on the ceiling, his lids were so desperate for a few hours of sleep. But oh poor they are, his heart was forcing him to stay awake, following his ears' orders to keep on listening to her heartbeat. He feels like he's drugged, he can't drag himself out of this, he's intoxicated by the simple sound of thumping in this cold night.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He finally gives in, he lets his eyelids fall into rest after hours of fighting back. His own heartbeat settles in, and his body feels like falling through the mattress to another level of existence. The ticks of her heart created a soft lullaby for him.

Peep. Peep. Peep.

His very annoying alarm goes off, he grunts as he lifts his heavy head off the pillow, he feels hammers pounding on his skull, he fell asleep at almost 5 am, and now that it's already six in the morning, he can't fall asleep back again, he has to get his ass off the bed and go to work.

He searches for the vigorous sound again, the loud pumps catch his ears again, this time more active, more excited. "good morning, my love," he heard her cooing at her cat, a smile stretches across his face, "mommy's gonna start searching for some offices... From the safety of our home," he loves how her tone shifts when she speaks to her cat, "yes, I know, I know, but we have to," he hears the little purrs in response to her, "don't worry about that part, you'll get fed with the same amount," her feet shuffle against the wooden floor, her cat follows her around with little tabby waddles. The strong aroma of hot espresso hit his nose, as she started to prepare her morning coffee.

He removes the sheets off of his body and takes a deep breath, inhaling the air that surrounded him, taking whatever littlest scent of hers, the feminine pheromones of her freshly washed body, the soft lavender shampoo fragrance that stuck onto her locks, the floral essence of her body lotions, the stiff aroma of her morning coffee, the funny odor of her cat's dried food, and the delicious smell of her sizzling hot breakfast.

Every scent he inhaled wasn't the first he'd ever encountered but, somehow, the combination of all of them was very unique, even new to his olfactory senses.

He got into his morning routine, barely pushing her presence to the back of his head. He took his morning shower, and put on his gray suit. He tied the thin black tie firmly around his thick neck and combed the chocolaty waves on his head. He wraps the watch around his wrist and wears his crimson red blinds. He puts his dark coat on, takes his briefcase, along with his sight aid cane and keys, and leaves the house.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

As stable as it can possibly be, he can hear it through the titanium walls of the elevator, louder than the buzzing electricity aroung him. The elevator lands down and he makes his way out of the building.

"What took you so long, Matt?" his blonde friend greeted him the moment he came into sight, "your night wasn't rough, buddy?" his friend asks gently, he shakes his head softly, "it was the best night," he answers with a slight smile, as softly as he moves with his friend along the sidewalk, "wait, you hooked up with some girl last night?" his friend stops walking, turning to face him.

He shakes his head with a chuckle, "no, at all," he shrugs, "if so, then what got you so worked up like that? Your face is red, bud," his friend digs down deeper, but he knows he can't get a word out of Matt's mouth if he doesn't want it to get out.

Matt smiles, the blush on his face grows louder and more vibrant, as he heard her faint giggles as she plays with her cat.

"Come on Ivy, catch it! " she snickers, "you're such a good girl! "

"Jesus, my man, you don't seem fine at all, are you sure you can make it to the court today?" his friend tilted his head a bit to the right, he's worried now. "I'll be okay, Foggy, don't worry about it," he shrugged with a slight chuckle in his voice, "c'mon, we got a trial to catch," he grabbed his friend by the arm.

Usually, Foggy is the one who leads the way, but today, Matt wanted to force himself away from keeping on listening to her heart, as he couldn't shut his ears off, the only option he had was to get away from the sound as far as possible.

"How can you actually catch a certain girl's attention?" Matt blurted out, Foggy stops, tilting his body to face his friend's. He keeps staring at him for a moment before actually speaking, brows shooting up his forehead, almost reaching his hairline. "You are not okay, buddy! You, Matt Murdock, asking me, Foggy Nelson, to teach you how to catch a girl's attention when you're some women magnet on feet?" Foggy spoke, Matt shrugged, "I'm just..." his brain circuit cuts again, the memory of her laughter rings in his head like a scream in an empty hall, "there's definitely something wrong with you, bud, who's that girl that's keeping you like this?" Foggy's expression softens, "like what?" Matt's brain is refusing the fact that it stopped functioning properly ever since last night, "like this! All red and blurting and probably daydreaming! Who is this lucky girl?" he doesn't even know the answer yet.

Who was that lady? Detective Mayfield? The name somehow rings a bell in his head, he's not sure when he'd heard it, but he's sure it was long ago.

"Never mind it, just a thought," he's sure it wasn't, but even if he told the truth, he doesn't even know what to say or how to say it. He's confused, garbled, and his thoughts are scattered. Foggy surrenders before they continue their way to the office — to gather a couple files before heading to court, meeting Karen, their third friend.

Hours of arguments and stress pushed the memory of her thumping muscle to the back of his head. But soon it was back into view, intertwined with the oh-sweet memory of her chuckles.

They left the courtroom after what felt like eternity, promising to catch some cups of coffee together to discuss the latest elements of the case, and maybe to get their shit back together. The office has been a total mess for a while.

Karen's phone buzzed with a message, she took her phone out of her purse to check it. "Boys can you wait for me? Just ten minutes, I'll be back," she says, gathering her sunny silky locks behind her ear, "just ten, my head is gonna explode if I don't get coffee soon!" Foggy jokes, to which she gives him a thumb up, spins and goes on her way.

"You've been silent since we got out, you okay?" Foggy starts, Matt turns at him with a slight confused smile on his face, imprinted the lone dimple on his right cheek. "We've been talking for hours, I'm barely standing now, Fog," he jokes, throwing his shoulders down.

He was keeping track of Karen meanwhile, the place was so crowded this morning after all, he wouldn't like her to get lost in the sea of people and spend time trying to find each other.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He thought he imagined it, it's faint, he's not sure if it was even real. But the more Karen moves, the louder this heartbeat got, as if she's walking towards it.

His blood raced up to heat his cheeks, making them grow all red. His dark thick brows shoot up his forehead, and a little side smile stretches on his lips.

It's her.

Again.

Her laughter cleaves the air and through his ears goes. It's her again. Was her presence a miracle? Well, he didn't believe in those but, he sure thinks this is one.

"Matt?... Matt? Matt!!" Foggy shakes his shoulder, gently but enough to snap him back to his senses, "Matt, I was talking to you! You okay, buddy? It's happening again, are you ill? Do you need to see a doctor?" Foggy was worried, his brows knitted together, he didn't know what was wrong with his friend, and surely he wouldn't ever know if Matt doesn't tell him.

His lips parted and closed multiple times. He doesn't have an answer. That's not even love if that what they call it, right? But it surely moved something inside him, it changed the chemistry of his brain. She flipped the light switch of a dark room he kept closed for a long time.

"Sorry I was late, guys," Karen breaks through the crowd and makes her way to them, and breaks the uneasy situation Matt got into. "No, don't mind it," Foggy speaks, trying to get his mind off of how weird Matt was acting the whole morning, "what was that thing that made you leave so quickly?"

"Oh," she exclaims with a shiny smile, "it was my friend from the bulletin, she wants to go back to her old job and she's here finishing some legal papers."

So she's Karen's friend? Matt knew he had to take advantage of this.

"What was her old job?" Matt asked with innocence in his tone, "like... we can help her on it," he corrects himself, readjusting the red blinds. "She was a detective back in the NYPD, the youngest in her team--" Karen answers, "--wait this rings a bell--" Foggy interrupts her, snapping his fingers, "--yeah, detective Mayfield, right?" Karen blinks and nods, "yeah, yeah... That's her, Madilyn Mayfield!"

Detective Madilyn Mayfield... He knew something was so familiar about her.

"Matt, you remember the cop who returned that whole school bus back to their families years ago?" Foggy pokes his bicep. He does remember now. She was the talk of the town back when he used to work with Foggy at Landman and Zack's.

"Yeah, I-- she was amazing," he tried to play it cool, but he couldn't help the smile that tore his face into two halves. "Well, she still is," she nodded animatedly, "she wrote amazing articles at the bulletin boards as well as reporting some of the massive events in the past couple years, I think you might've came across one of her articles before. Frank's case? She was supporting him a ton!"

It was under his nose this whole time.

"So what is she looking for?" Matt stirred his cane as he spoke, "Maybe we can help her."

He has to take his chance.

"Well, she's looking for private investigation offices to hire her," Karen answers, "she's still not ready to be back in the NYPD yet," she shrugged, curling her lips downward a bit.

"Maybe we can link her to Jessica Jon--" Foggy suggested, "--maybe she can join our team," Matt interrupts him with a higher tone, laying his winning card, his last card, hoping it actually wins. "Maybe it's time for us to expand our services a bit," he smirks oh-sure.

Foggy raises his brows, throwing eyes between Matt and Karen, who is eyeing Matt with surprise. Karen blinks multiple times, mouth gaping and closing. "You know what, you're right!" she nods.

Exhale.

Foggy shoots his brows higher, still looking back and forth between Matt and Karen. The idea looks fine to him, he doesn't even disagree, but Matt doesn't look fine at all. His smile grew wider and his cheeks are redder than ever. But still, he has no idea what got his friend so worked up like that.

Her heartbeat fades slowly out of the place. She must be leaving now.

"You can talk to her and offer this new job," Matt speaks, "if that wouldn't be a problem," he smiles sheepishly, "no, don't worry about that, I'll talk to her about it," she smiles back.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going to send Ellison my resignation letter tomorrow, I'll talk to him about it, I know he'd understand, he should," her voice rang softly in her warm apartment after the night has fell. "I've been struggling with working at the paper lately, and I think he already knew something was wrong so I think it would be a win for both of us," she caresses her cat's white fur.

"But d'you really think he'd understand and wouldn't be so pissed off about your leave?" her mother asks. Madilyn sighs. She's not so sure about it, but he can't force her on the job, can he? "I dunno, but I hope his mood is good tomorrow morning... But I just checked my inbox, he sent me an email asking why I didn't come over this morning, and my phone... Well, it has about twenty missed calls from him and other paper staff... Did I take this decision at the worst timing?" she rubs her forehead until it's reddened, standing off her seat to aim for the window.

She knows it's a very frigid night and that she'd catch a rough cold. But she needed to breathe, she felt the air being squeezed out of her lungs. Her panic attacks were less frequent lately, but it happened twice this week.

And this is the third.

She slides the glass up and sits by the frame, heart beating faster than a racer on the run, sweat hurling down her skin like the British showers despite the coldness of the air streaming through the window.

"Maddie?... Maddie, are you still on the line, baby?" her mother calls out from the other end. Her vision gets blurry. Her mouth is dry. The sound in her ears feels numb. She slides against the wall finding shelter on the ground.

One. Two. Three...

One. Two. Three...

One. Two. Three...

The salty sweat travels along her forehead, passing over her trembling lips, her teeth grinding onto each other.

The thought of things going bad after years of waiting and trying to go back is definitely worse than a nightmare.

Her shaking fingers fidgit as the world spins around her head, lights and shadows twirl against her eyes. She's scared, as if death is coming for her head. She's groping for anything around her as if she's drowning in the middle of the ocean, feeling her lungs suffocating as if the water rises to her neck.

Those eight minutes felt like a lifetime.

"Mo-- mom?... Mom, are-- you here?" she finally speaks, throat feels like bounded in thorns, dry and scratched. Her eyes shakily travel down to find her phone lying on the wooden floor. "are you okay, baby?... Was that an episode?... Are you still on the pills?..." her mother watered her with questions, voice cracking a sob.

She stopped taking the pills as she thought it made her feel worse. It did. She's been consuming a lot of medical substances for the last couple years, trying to find something to help her recover and forget about all the traumatic events she's gone through.

Nothing was working, eventually. Therapy helped a little, yes, with time and practice, but she knew she couldn't tell her mother she stopped the meds. She'd be even more worried.

"I'm-- I'm okay now, mom..." she rubbed the front of her head multiple times, sighing after what felt like eternity of holding breath, "I'll be okay..."

A swift movement caught the corner of her eye, a soft shuffle in the thick snow piling over the metal emergency stairs.

"you're still there, Maddie?..." her mother asked, "did something happen to you again, baby?..."

She peeped her head out of the window but couldn't see anything out of place, things were... Strangely calm tonight. Ground is painted with white, while the sky is pitch black, clouds are crowding over her head.

"hello?..." her mother calls on the other end. "yeah, sorry, mom, I...--" she answers, her honey irises are roaming right and left, "--I thought I heard something outside my window..." she takes a final look before sliding the window back down. The room no longer frigid. Neither is his heart.

He might've went too far tonight, he knows it. He went to bed with thoughts storming his head, he didn't expect things to go this way or, to his surprise, witness her going through a solid panic attack.

He knows he can't help it, and he knows it's so wrong to eavesdrop someone in the first place, but... Something about her drew him in closer and,

He couldn't get away anymore.

END NOTES:

Our blind vigilante caught a heartbeat that changes everything for him. Well, he's well aware of how wrong eavesdropping sounds, but he simply just couldn't help it, he's getting addicted to her.

Basically, Madilyn leaves the bulletin paper and makes the decision to go back to the battlefield. But still, she is afraid of her decision, actually she is terrified, which leads her to this panic episode. She's not taking medication for her condition on a regular basis which makes her situation falter. And Daredevil, he witnessed all of this.

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[cartelheir]

Here's a question for you! Did the Borderlands cause Pat to pick up any new habits or behaviors/tics? Do they last or do they fade? What about did they make her LOSE any habits she had prior to her time there? Do they stay gone or does she pick them back up once they're back?

yes, she definitely picks up a few new habits! the most obvious ones are related to clothing, which we already kind of discussed. but even before she was introduced to the wonders of hoodies by chishiya, i think she was already changing a few habits. there's a huge possibility that pat got injured, or otherwise slowed down, at a game because she was wearing high heels and couldn't take them off in time when she needed to. after that, she switched to flats, boots, sneakers, or very short heels.

it was tough for her at first because her height is definitely an insecurity of hers, and she's been wearing heels regularly for a very long time. but it was just so much more comfortable and practical, not mentioning safe. and even after she returns home, she begins finding high heels incredibly uncomfortable to wear. she knows she could get used to it again if she just powers through it, but she prefers to keep them for a special occasion now.

beauty rituals in general are things she doesn't fully let go of, even in the borderlands she was doing her best to look nice, but she learned that there are times people will see you while you're not looking your absolute best and it's not the end of the world. so she becomes a little bit less high-maintenance. a little bit. she still gets neurotic often, but she's learning to accept a more comfortable version of herself, and that she deserves to prioritize her comfort.

a frequent tic is how she'll still wake up early in the morning thinking shit my visa expires today! then she remembers. kinda like when you've been a grown-ass adult for years but you wake up worried you'll be late for school. but it makes her :( when she realizes there's no visa to worry about, because she lowkey misses those times.

as for habits she lost. pat grew up pretty rich, save for a few brief years of financial struggle after her dad died. for most of her life, she's had maids to do all her chores for her, to the point where she didn't worry about it or spared it a second thought. and in the borderlands she finds out that, shocking, if you don't clean up after yourself your space turns into a mess! pat isn't a neat freak, but she definitely can't stand to live in a place that's super messy and dirty.

she hates chores still, don't get me wrong. but she's more mindful of keeping things clean and tidy. will this stick with her? i feel like one month with a maid would have her right back to normal LMAO or maybe not completely, because she's making an actual effort to not make big messes anymore. and if she ever has to pick up the habit of cleaning, making her bed, doing chores, etc again, it'll be less torturous than it was the first time.

[pixieacoco]

@psychreaped is in a tough situation: " Honestly? I didn't expect to see so much of you. " Neku tugs himself against his claimed spot of the ruined city before looking the reaper over with an uncertain expression. Why she kept coming back with something new he still didn't fully know if he could trust or not? But with how long it's been - he certainly won't turn it away.

"You didn't really expect me to just ditch you here to starve, did you?" Coco asks it indignantly. Before he can answer though she realizes she doesn't want to know his answer to that. If anything that uncertain expression tells her everything. So she shoves the latest round of gifts she's gotten towards him. Yet keeps her distance, giving him plenty of room to breath or move or both. This time her 'gifts' are mainly food with a few clothing items for when or if he ever gets tired of wearing what he's already in. "Here. I got you some food."

It's mostly canned items or items that'll last without a need to be kept in cold storage, things that shouldn't expire anytime soon. She's not sure how long he's gonna be here. She hopes, plans, prays, it'll be only be for a few more weeks maybe another month. She can't fathom the truth. She doesn't want to know the truth of what she's going to have to take from him. When she finally has to face the truth of what she's going to steal from him... The guilt will want her dead. But it'll be worth it. Anything is worth it. For Tsugumi, everything for Tsugumi.

She sits next to him. Well not exactly next to him, a few feet from him. Giving him a wide breath of space between the two of them. The empty city felt so desolate, so lonely. She didn't want to think about how it must of felt for Neku. Brought here against his will, kept against his will with his only visitor being the one that brought him here. She didn't regret her actions. She regretted the circumstances. She hated everything that led up to this. She hated everyone that pushed her too this. Maybe if she kept putting the blame at other people's feet she'd finally feel better for her choices.

"... I'm not gonna just leave you here. Not forever at least. I'm gonna get you outta here... I just don't know when." It's hard being honest. She's only ever honest with Tsugumi and hasn't been honest with people since Tsugumi left. But she can't lie about this. She doesn't know how she can manipulate him into helping her. She's brought him here and doesn't even know what to do with him now. Without Tsugumi leading her, she feels so lost. Without her best friend she doesn't know what to do in the slightest.

"Until then I'm-I'm gonna keep coming back. I'm gonna help you whether you like it or not. At this point your survival is the most important thing. Got it? So... Eat or I'll kill you myself." This is likely the most she's said to him since bringing him here. She hasn't told him anything. At some point she knows she'll have too. They can't keep spending their weeks in awkward silences or with her appearing and trying to buy his trust with gifts only to leave again. She knows personally that trust is never built that way. Maybe that's why she's sitting with him for once. Trying to force the words out of a throat that feels constricted by unseen hands.

[planstransamanacanalpanema]

In my lifetime, I've been on a decent number of insulin pumps, starting with Animas, the Medtronic, then Tandem before switching to a new insurance company that didn't cover Tandem supplies. I saw the Omnipod offered a 30 day trial and figured, what the heck, and having lived with multiple systems with a lot of unique quirks, I thought I'd share the quirks of this system too.

Having been a tubed pump only person for the first 14 years of my diabetic life, I was a little hesitant with the Ombipod, and initially, I was blown away. The cannula insertion was easy, the cannula was about as comfortable as you'd expect any cannula to be, and despite being a fairly large piece of tech taped directly to your skin, I didn't feel like it got in the way. I did enjoy not having to worry about tubing getting stuck in things, or finding a pocket to shove the pump into or a waistband to clip it to. For anyone who struggles with these aspects of the pump life, this pump may do pretty awesome things for you.

However, these were really the only positive sentiments i had towards the system, probably because I'd lived so long with tubed systems, they never bothered me like they do some people. Those annoying little quirks though really turned me off to it.

For starters, you cannot control the pod without a phone or the Personal Diabetes Manager (PDM) they send you. If you forget the pdm, or if you wish to escape from your phone for a bit, you will have no control over your blood sugar. I realized this once after going to work and realizing I'd left the pdm at home. I had my phone though, and hoped I could switch control from the pdm to my phone, in the same way that with the dexcom you can get readings and manage the system, but no such luck. Once you start the pod on one device, you are stuck with that one device for the 2 to 3 days you have the pod inserted.

The pods themselves cause a number of problems as well. There is no way to recycle them, as they are medical waste, meaning every 2 to 3 days, you have to trash a small computer. That might not be a big deal to you, and absolutely no shame if it isn't, but for me it felt incredibly wasteful. The comfort I'd experience in my first days didn't let long either. If you've ever dropped a tubed insulin pump and had your infusion site catch it, you'll know these jarring movements can be pretty painful. The pod isn't quite that bad at first, but after a few days with a wrench directly attached to your site, I did find myself hurting pretty badly. Also, if your pod fails for any reason, it will s c r e a m. It'll produce an extremely loud, high pitched, and continuous beep until you can get onto your phone or pdm and deactivate it, and for the life of me, no matter how quickly you can get that to turn off, it still takes too long. Your results will also vary, particularly if you feel less strongly about the cleanliness of your insulin, but once the pod expires, which is a maximum of 3 days plus 8 hours where it beeps hourly, there is no good way to salvage that insulin. Yes, you can draw the insulin back up from the port you put it in, but once that's in your new pod, if it starts to seem infected, you'll lose that insulin and the pod when you remove it.

Compared to the tandem, I did actually really enjoy the site tracking feature. When you insert a new pod, it gives you the option to track where you've placed it in a limited number of spaces, including the back abdomen (typically known as your back, but ok), and directly on your ass cheek. If you can handle the omnipod, or really any infusion site in your ass cheek, you are far, far braver than me. On the other hand, I desperately missed the calculator feature on the tandem that allowed you to add up the cards you were eating.

As for the app, it does its job, but still has these quirks that drove me a bit nuts. You can't turn off the security feature. Whether you use your phone or the pdm, you'll always have to enter a pin to be able to do anything. This could definitely be a problem if you have neuropathy or other dexterity issues, and even as someone without these issues, I still got pretty annoyed with it. This also presents a problem when you're trying to get the screaming to stop. I didn't love that in my furious effort to get this overwhelming noise to stop, I was impeded by a fucking pin. It also made the lack of calculator kind of annoying, because if you needed to use your calculator to total your carb count, you had to exit out of the app, do your calculations, and then throw in your pin all while not forgetting the number you just came up with.

I also struggled a bit with picking sites with this pump. My abdomen is relatively unusable as a pump site after nearly 2 decades of pump therapy, so I usually use it for a cgm site and then will place my infusion site elsewhere. However, because the omnipod doesn't have an intermediary between it and the cgm, it has to stay "within line of site" of the cgm. So, if the pod is on the back of your arm, your cgm can be on your flank, or on your leg, but not on your abdomen because they're on opposite sides of your body, and even though I got it to work on the opposite arm, even that isn't recommended. So, wherever your cgm is for 10 days, all your sites have to revolve around that one spot through multiple changes. The small upside though is that, even though you can't bolus without a pdm or phone, the pod can still read your cgm and increase or decrease your basal rate based on your blood sugar. However, these treatments for high blood sugar in particular are painfully slow because as compared to other systems, the omnipod can change your basal rates but it can't offer you even small boluses, unlike tandem or medtronic.

That said, everyone with diabetes is different, and I know this system has been a godsend for a lot of people, just not me. While I can't say I'd recommend it broadly, I've definitely met some people who I think would have loved this system. Regardless, I hope this helps, and may the A1C or Time in Range, depending on which one your doctor still uses, smile upon you.

[mmx-code-crimpphire]

Not much a Headcanon but a post about: What the Alternate Ending route, MMZ Connected Eternity, will consist of

Since I just got a comment on my recent post/chapter regarding if X and Zero's love child would survive to the MMZero era, it got me thinking I should briefly talk about it. Plus for the fact, I haven't really talked too much about Connected Eternity ever since I started making art for it. So You'll finally get to see what I have in mind for this portion of the AU~.

I do wanna touch up on it as its own mini fic at some point, so I'll try not to spoil too much.

NEW CHAPTER ON AO3

But basically, the route is just called "MMZ" not an abbreviation of "Megaman Zero". Just literally "Megaman Z". I kinda wanted that since, yes, this part of the AU does still focus more on Zero, but it still involves the darker story and Xev is way more involved like he should be, in my honest opinion.

I'll disclaim that I do appreciate Megaman Zero for what it is, I just prefer the X series more. However, that doesn't mean I'm going to demote it and point out the problems I had with it. Especially since some of my friends have heard it multiple times already and I don't need to personally beat a dead horse with how much I talked about it. So I'll just get to what I wanna add and if I'll add in a comment on something I don't like, it'll be more for trying to make sense of the purposes for movement, meaning of depth, or what just makes the most sense in general to me.

So basically, the story just consists of Elpizo Germain and rising into power. He's the one promises of a peaceful utopia, but in a way more twisted and sick point of view. I'll touch up on his backstory when I get to it, but to put it simply, his mind develops a very warped perception/reality of what peace really means. Especially when it comes to humans.

Basically, he looks down on them very lowly, and wants to kill the "useless" ones, along with any reploids that aren't just maverick, but also "useless". Pretty much, again, his own messed up view of a "perfect" world. Much like how Lumine saw it before things calmed down, but still on a much larger and very messed up and legit insane scale.

Of course, with the power he gains (dunno how that will be handled yet), he instills fear into the inhabitants of their continent of the Ageless Dominion.

This is all happening when Zero goes to sleep, and makes that decision to do so on his own instead of X doing so with him. I'll have to touch upon that briefly, so there's a time choice that affects X and Zero's future. If they sleep in a pod together to help get rid of Zero's virus, they won't be sleeping for 100 years. They'll be sleeping for less than ten. Once they wake up, all their friends are waiting for them and they have a peaceful time together. They obtain Cain's old house, get married, Zero maintains repairs to the ruins of Abel City and make it as prestigious as it once was before Sigma's initial start of his rebellion (pretty much after Day of Sigma Arc), while X officially retires so he can become an artist, but will help if Zero needs any assistance, and of course, they have a child. Although previous events may suggest something more to the latter of everything previously mentioned. But I won't spoil that~.

Anyway, if Zero insists on sleeping alone in his pod, leaving X to fight with everyone else, he sleeps for the 100 year period, and doesn't wake up again until that time has expired. He finds X is dead, but roams as a Cyber Elf, and only a select few of his friends are still alive after Elpizo's eventual deadly purge plagues the world all because of his impatience to get rid of the ones who he thinks are the most "useless". Maybe I can find a term for that that he can use for it, but I'll have to think about it.

Anyway, upon waking up, Zero realizes what's going on and pretty much everyone is upset he left them all behind, but mainly because he left X behind and it's left him distraught yet determined, and the latter got him killed. But after seeing how X isn't really all that mad with him, just happy Zero's back, they get to spend time together a little bit while Zero reconciles with his poor decision and wants to make it right.

And from then on, it's a struggle with war against the now all powerful Emperor Elpizo Germain and regaining the continent back from his clutches.

Now, I'll get into what won't be in the AU, what will stay, what will be added, and what I'm still stuck on and if those aforementioned things will work story wise.

Copy X and Dr Weil will NOT exist in the AU. I feel Copy X will be a bit redundant for what I want accomplished, and Dr Weil just doesn't fit, and I don't vibe with him as much as I do Dr Wily.

Cyber Elves will still exist, as well as the Reploid's God of Creation named Xiddall. They are the god I wanted implemented. They aren't created by man, but of data of the good wishes of Reploids within Cyberspace.

I'm still unsure about the four guardians being in it. At worst, they may not exist at all or at least make a small cameo and never be seen again. I do love the guardians, but idk what purpose they'll serve for this portion of the AU. Unless after X dies, and his soul not only gets heavy with all his love and memories of Zero, but also his soul gets broken and split into four, and thus, results in the four guardians!! Okay, so I just answered my own question on how I'll handle the guardians now lmao.

As for Elpizo, well… he's the main villain of the story. Period. No other ones take his place. I just feel he would make it all difficult for our protagonists and other characters that made it throughout the Crimpphire main story. Maybe Dr Weil will at least make a cameo and try to take Elpizo's throne, but that's about it. He won't get very far with how much he wants to achieve his goal of "perfection".

Anyway, that's pretty much the summary of what Connected Eternity would consist of, and it serves as the darker alternate route opposed to the canon good ending of Code: Crimpphire.

Hope y'all enjoyed my rambling lmao.

[autumnrory]

got two long overdue errands done today: i had a thredup bag in my room since summer probably and it wasn't entirely procrastination because i did keep adding things to it so i wanted to get as much in as possible before sending it off but i looked into it and found out the label expired so i had them send me a new one and idk if i'll make much money but it feels a little better to get SOMETHING on clothes i didn't wear that much like it wasn't all a waste so i got that sent

and then one of my faaaaaavorite bags is a little coffin shaped backpack and i use it a lot and last fall i picked it up and the backing where the straps are attached was coming off and i asked my dad about it and he didn't seem to think a special glue would do it and talked like he could put some velcro strips on both sides and that could hold it but he didn't follow through and i personally figured glue would work anyway SO i went and bought some krazy glue myself so idk if it'll work but i kept seeing it and being like MAN this is the thing i want for certain outfits and i have to pick something else like i really realized just how much use it gets where i initially wasn't sure about it because i'm more of a purse girlie so i'm just hoping it'll do the trick and i can have her back in my rotation

[pratleskitties]

Memang kalo soal euthanasia itu cuma orang2 berpendidikan tinggi yg paham, yah. Dan berpengalaman hidup. Also berpengalaman menghadapi kematian.

Kemaren2 ada yg posting soal orang pergi ke drh minta kucing2nya 15 ekor di euthanasia karena dia mau pulkam & ga ada biaya untuk bawa kucing2nya pulang. I get it, ini orang probably udah bangkrut tingkat dewa sampai ga ada harapan sedikitpun untuk meluangkan biaya untuk bawa 15 kucing. Atau mungkin dia sakit yg degenerative, yang akan menyebabkan dia tidak akan bisa lagi mobile dalam waktu singkat. Apalagi kalau dia tidak punya keluarga/teman yang bisa takeover pengurusan kucing2nya mulai dari makan sampai buang telek.

Ditanya: kenapa ga dilepas adopt? Ga ada yg jawab di postingan itu. Tapi kalau feeling gw: kucing2nya introvert, ga bisa dikandangin, dan ga bisa sama orang baru. Modelan Smartees, lah.

Ini yg bikin post ngotot untuk nyariin adopter. Komen2nya ngotot si orang yg lepas "Goblok! Ga bertuhan! Blablabla! Gimana kalo dia aja yg disuntik mati, emang dia mau??"

Dan gw jawab: "Gw mau, kalau gw sampai sakit yg membuat gw tidak lagi bisa mandiri/mobile dan pastinya bakal menyusahkan orang. Dan saat itu terjadi, gw jg akan minta kucing2 gw yg ada di dalam rumah untuk disuntik mati. Gw udah siap surat wasiat untuk itu."

Langsung senyap.

But that made me realize betapa self-righteous dan egoas-nya manusia2 yg meng-claim diri sebagai "cat lover" - dan makanya gw tidak akan pernah menyebut diri gw 'cat lover'. Mereka ngotot kucing2 itu lebih butuh hidup -- heeeh.. kucing itu ga ada yang takut mati. Cuma humans yg takut mati!

Kucing jg punya perasaan. Liat aja Smartees, udah kenal mak gw yg ada di rumah 24/7 -- tetep ga bakal mau digendong. Udah bagus dia mau dikasih makan sama nyokap. Kalau gw expired sebelum dia, Smartees is definitely nomer 1 yg harus disuntik mati sebelum dia mati stress & menderita. Next is Tokyo, lalu Espresso.

Mungkin Beedy & Kidcat bisa di adopt orang lain. Panqo sih ga peduli, yg penting ada makanan. Taglia jg bisa deket2 orang lain.

Tapi yg 3 yg gw akan 'wajibkan' suntik mati sesudah gw mati? Oooo jangan egoas lah, hoomans, jumawa banget kalian menganggap Smartees bisa menerima kehadiran kalian. Jangan kalian pikir Tokyo bakal mau keluar dari persembunyian selama meowmmy-nya ga ada. Dan Espresso, pasti bakal dikandangin aja & dia akan wither and die di kandang.

Oh yeah, kalau gw sampai dying - e.g. with absolute cancer - gw akan mengusahakan kucing2 gw yg ada sekarang untuk mendapatkan yang terbaik: mati bersama gw. Kalau tidak ada dokter yang mau melakukan walaupun gw bayar, I'll just feed them poison or snap their necks.

Yeah it'll hurt me, but if I'm dying anyway. I'll do it before I'm unable to move.

[jonathanrook]

i keep having this problem where, if i buy half a gallon of milk it'll expire before i can use it all, but if i buy a pint i use it all up immediately. i think i realized that the solution is just. make fudge every time my milk is starting to approach the expiration date.