#the BOUNCIES AGAIN IN SINCE YOU BEEN GONE

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

MOOOOOOOORE

YOU CAN DO MAAAAAGIIIIIC

[redroomreflections]

Real Love

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

The Loud House Universe

Masterlist

Summary: Reader comes home after a night out with friends

W/c: 2.3k

When Natasha gets a knock at her bedroom door, she’s a bit surprised. She wasn’t expecting any company at this time of night. Not that people came knocking at her door anyway. Natasha’s a lone wolf. She’s content with being by herself. Since joining the Avengers she’s made the effort to embrace the team and everything that comes with it. Group meals, training, maybe even a movie night if she’s feeling up to it. Tonight is not one of those nights. She’s been reading in her bedroom for the past hour. Her legs perched high enough to rest her book. She’s read it a dozen times before. 

Pride and Prejudice. A cliche she knows. It brings back good memories for her. Back in Ohio, when she was young, Melina had gone to the library and picked out a few things. She was supposed to play the part of a quiet and observant older child. So, she came back to Natasha’s bedroom with a summer reading list and a pile of books. Most of them were on Natasha’s level. They were things she could read and enjoy. Others were more difficult. The material was hard to grasp. Not only that but she was also not a native English speaker so she struggled for a bit. Nonetheless, she enjoyed the books given to her and picked this one as her favorite. Books distracted her from the world and sometimes she needed that. 

The only thing that could distract her from her favorite pastime is you. Considering you’ve been out all night and not texted her it shouldn’t be a problem. Except she’s annoyed by it. Not your lack of response. Not really. She’s angry at herself for caring a little too much. Even a year into your relationship Natasha has to remind herself to calm down. It’s the first time she’s ever been in love. The first time she’d ever cared for someone. She didn’t want to ruin it with jealous or overprotective tendencies. So, she sent one text a few hours ago. Just to check up on you. Then another about something random. To which you didn’t reply. It’s fine. She’s a busy person too. She’s survived without you. Which is why she’s been sitting here for the past hour reading the same page. 

When the person at Natasha’s door knocks again, she blows out a puff of air. Surely they knew to leave her alone. Most of the guys wouldn’t dare disturb her. Except maybe Tony. His lack of boundaries pissed her off. It was all love though and she’s learning to understand that too. Natasha closes her book gently and walks over to her door. She grips the knob to swing it open only to find you on the other end. 

You’re energetic and bouncy. You’re wearing a short and tight dress that almost leaves nothing to the imagination. Your hair is done up. Makeup is immaculate. Almost the opposite of Natasha right now who's wearing a tank top and shorts. You surge forward, throwing your arms around her, before pulling back.

“Hi, Tasha, your friend let me in,” You provide to her before she can ask. 

“Hi,” Natasha is a bit confused but returns your enthusiasm. “Where have you been?” Natasha begins to ask but she’s interrupted by your lips on hers. You give her a few pecks, using a thumb to wipe your lipstick from her lips before you look into her eyes. “Have you been drinking?”

“Have I?” You grin. “I have.” You nod. “I missed you so much. We can talk more. I really have to pee.” You inform her before you rush past her and into her ensuite bathroom. Natasha stands, stupefied, before she closes the bedroom door and locks it. She walks over to your kicked-off stilettos and sets them neatly against a wall. 

“Where’s Karen?” Natasha asks. 

“Probably somewhere giving a blow job who knows,” You answer back. “Preferably to Steve Rogers.”

“Okay, ew,” Natasha shakes her head. She walks over to her dresser drawer to find your spare clothes. There’s no way she would be letting you go home like this. She finds you a proper outfit and places it on a chair for you. She moves to sit on the bed again, propping herself up against the headboard. She listens to the flush of the toilet and then the running water. There’s silence for a few more minutes before you come out. 

You look over at her with a pout. 

“You’re angry with me?” You point out. Natasha’s expression doesn’t give away her feelings. Her arms are folded against her chest. “Come on, baby, don’t be mad.” You drawl as you walk over to her. Only it’s not as coordinated with all of the liquor in your system. You lean over Natasha, your arms on each side of her leg, as you lean closer to her face.

“I’m not mad,” The lie slips so easily from Natasha’s mouth that you almost believe it. You’d like to think you know her well by now. You tap her legs, drumming your little beat, and she rolls her eyes. 

 “I’m sorry I didn’t text back. My phone died. I forced Karen to come here with me just to show you I was okay.” You stand proudly with your hands on your hips. You make a turn for her, showing off your nonexistent injuries, not missing the way her eyes fall on your ass. Which looks amazing in this dress by the way. You lean over again, not giving her any space, as you speak. “I love you?” You try. 

“I love you too,” Natasha says back automatically. No hesitation and your heart soars. You kiss her. Once, twice, and another before you’re pulling back. “I was worried about you. I know you’re an adult.”

“I like that you’re worried,” You assure her. “I worry about you too all the time.” You confess as you begin to strip yourself free of the dress. Natasha watches as you reveal yourself and all your glory. No underwear of any kind. You don’t shy away from her gaze. Instead, you walk over to the pajamas and put them on. 

“What did you guys do?” Natasha questions. 

“Oh, just bar hopping,” You say. “The usual. I drank a few too many drinks. One more semester of law school. Then I’m free.” You smile. You walk back into the bathroom to grab a few towels and wet them. Natasha holds her hands out to take them when you return. You sit in front of her patiently as she begins to clean your face free of makeup. 

“Will you stop moving?” Natasha says gruffly. 

“You can’t be mad anymore,”

“I’m not mad,” Natasha sighs. “You turn into a three-year-old when you’re drunk.”

“I resent that,” You argue. “I think I give a modest seven. I didn’t need your help going to the bathroom.”

“You’re right,” Natasha sets the towels aside. “There, all better.”

“Thank you, baby,” You slur. You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her down to the bed with you. You plant wet kisses all over her face. Most of which she doesn’t wipe off. “I love you so much.” You say and Natasha chuckles. 

“I love drunk you,” Natasha says. 

“I know,” You nod. “I would suggest we have sex. Which, I mean, let’s face it I would honestly love to see you cum right now.” You hold nothing back. “I would much rather cuddle. Mainly because I can feel the earth spinning and it won’t be pretty if I puke.”

“Hmm,” Natasha hums. “Good choice.”

“I’m totally open to morning sex though,” You suggest instead. 

“Noted,” Natasha allows you to lie your head on her shoulder. For a few moments you’re too silent, she thinks you’ve fallen asleep. 

“Do you love me?” You lift your head. 

“I do,” Natasha looks into your eyes. 

“Oh, because I was just making sure,” You inform her. “I need to know because when I ask you to marry me I don’t want to be blindsided or anything.”

Natasha’s heart soars and sinks at the same time. The thought of marriage terrifies her. The fact that you’ve been thinking about it? She likes the idea. If she would allow herself to admit it she would want to. Widows are not made for love. Replays in her head for far longer than she’d like. 

“Hello, are you going to accept my proposal?” You poke at her belly. 

“Is this a proposal?” Natasha raises a brow. “I hoped it would be much better than this.”

“No, no,” You shake your head. You agree with her. “It would be much better. So much better.”

“Good,” Natasha smiles. “You should allow yourself to sleep.”

“I can’t,” You sigh. Your hands travel along her body, resting on her hips, and then her ass. You kiss her again. “I can’t stop thinking about how much fun I’m having with you. How when you’re my wife I’m going to spoil you so much. I promise orgasms every day.”

“Every day huh?” Natasha just may hold you to it. 

“I can’t wait to see you with our babies,” You continue. That makes Natasha stiffen. She hasn’t thought about this aspect. Or telling you that she can’t carry. She didn’t think you would get this far. “Don’t worry. We’ll have help. My mom loves you. She would do anything you asked for.”

“We’ve only ever talked on the phone,” Natasha swallows thickly. 

“Even still she sees how happy you make me.” You tell her. “And I’m sorry if I’m scaring you with all this. It’s just the liquor is giving me a lot of courage right now and I mean a lot.” You giggle.

“I can see,” Nathasha muses. “I like you like this.”

“Good,” You nod. “Do you know that song by Mary J. Blige?”

“Who?” Natasha dares to say and you surge forward. 

“You don’t know Auntie Mary?” You gasp. You look horrified and for a second Natasha is wondering if you’re talking about a real aunt. 

“I’m Russian,” Natasha shrugs. 

“No, babe, this is, I can’t,” You shake your head. “You have taken this too far.” You sigh. You sit up to look around the room. “Oh, F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you play Real Love by Mary J. Blige?” You call out to the AI system. 

“Sure, now playing Real Love by Mary J Blige,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. responds before the first few notes of the song begin to play surround sound. Natasha watches as you begin to bop to the music with a smile on her face. 

“Baby, you don’t know real music until you’ve listened to Mary,” You laugh. You stand, dancing around the bedroom, singing along to the lyrics, and all around having a bit too much fun. 

We are lovers through and through

And though we made it through the storm

I really want you to realize, that I really want to put you on

I've been searching for someone to satisfy my every need

Won't you be my inspiration?

Be the real love that I need

Real love, I'm searching for a real love

Someone to set my heart free

Real love, I'm searching for a real love

“That’s you,” You point to her. Natasha laughs this time. A full-on belly laugh. “You and Karen and Denise are like my best friends in the entire world. I know I’m always doing work or busy with something but, I enjoy my time with you.” You dance circles around the room before you move over to plop onto the bed. 

“Are you not going to sleep tonight?” Natasha asks as you mash your face into the pillows. Your energy seems to have gone as you take a deep breath before turning your head towards her. 

“Of course I am,” You say without opening your eyes. “I’m gunning for that morning sex. That requires me to sleep.”

Natasha hums again. She fishes her book out from under you and places it on a nightstand. 

“Can I tell you something?” You ask, looking to Natasha for confirmation. She nods. She helps you under the covers and orders F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn off the music. “You really satisfy me. And I know I’ve had sex before. Great sex even.” Natasha raises a brow. Was there a point to this? “You’re the first person I’ve been with where I’m truly satisfied. Physically, emotionally, all that stuff. I just really enjoy being with you and the fact that you care if I’m having a good time and the orgasms are great. I mean ten out of ten all around.”

Natasha chuckles. She’s sure you won’t remember ninety percent of this night. Though it’s great to know that her skills in bed are a winning factor for you. 

“Come here,” You turn to your side and raise your arms for her to come and lie in your embrace. Your hands again return to her ass and she doesn’t mention it. She likes them there. “I know you’re scared sometimes. I know that a relationship isn’t what you’re used to and I know I dropped a lot of shit on you tonight. I may come off a little strong sometimes. I just can’t go without saying it you know? I love you, Natasha. If I get to marry you I’d be the happiest woman in the world.” You begin your butt massage right there for her. 

“I know,” Natasha begins. “I love you too. I need you to know that. I want to marry you too.” Natasha says. She’s going to continue but your hands have fallen limp against her backside. She raises her eyes to look up at you but you’re already asleep. She has no idea if you heard anything she’s said. Oh well. She’d save it for later. She rests her head on your chest again, allowing you to hold her, as she falls asleep to the sound of your heartbeat. 

[beatrixstonehill2]

Veronica smiled as an older man approached her, recognizing him because he was eyeing her ever since she got to the hotel's pool that morning. "Hello, stranger," she said.

"My apologies, I don't mean to stare. That's quite the affliction you have there," the man said.

"Affliction?" Veronica giggled.

"Sorry, I'm Dr. Finch. I treat severe cases of macromastia like yours all the time. Your particular case looks like it's gone untreated for a long while. Is there a reason you haven't had them reduced or removed, as would be my recommendation?"

Veronica blushed. "Wait, you're seriously asking me why I haven't chopped off my awesome natural tits?"

"May I?" the doctor said, stepping forward with his hand out.

Veronica, without hesitating, undid her top and exposed her breasts for everyone at the pool to see, getting a few whistles and cheers. Dr. Finch sat next to Veronica, sensually grabbing her breasts, squeezing and pulling them. Veronica gasped from pleasure, pressing her thighs together. His touch was incredible. "Well? Are they OK?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the doctor said. "It's worse than I feared."

"What's wrong with them?"

"My dear, they're riddled with cancer." He took her hand, making her squeeze her own breast. "Can't you feel all the lumps and all that unhealthy rotting fat?"

Veronica gasped again as he made her grab her own breasts in just the right spots to get her going. "Oh fuck..... wow. Um..... no, I don't feel anything. I love my breasts."

"Don't delude yourself, sweetie. You love these heavy, bloated, tumor-filled fat bags? I mean, I could always have you committed for saying something so preposterous. Then I could take your choice away from you." He made her squeeze her nipple, down and up her breast, grabbing the other one himself.

Veronica's free hand reached for her sex, rubbing it through her bikini. "Fuhhhh...... Um, I mean.... No need for that." Her breaths trembled. "I think I feel them."

"Do you now?" He made her squeeze extra hard as his other hand pulled her nipple cruelly.

"Yes! Um, I feel all the tumors in my breasts, they're totally overrun with cancer. They're basically just a big set of tumors, aren't they?"

"Yeah, I can't quite say they qualify as breasts anymore. Why would they? They're just oversized bouncy tumors full of rotting fat. I'm surprised they aren't covered in sores you aren't scrambling to pick maggots out of every time you 'wear something cute'."

"That's only happened a few times! ..... Um, does that mean they're really diseased they're rotting?"

"Oh, any day now you'll be having sex and the guy you're fucking will grab them and his fingers will sink right into them like a moldy plum. I can picture you profusely apologizing that they aren't that diseased or rotten, they're just falling apart a little."

"Holy fuck! Ummmm...... I....."

"You dirty little slut. Did you just cum, picturing what I said?"

She nodded, silent other than her quivering breaths.

"Pathetic. Come on, my room is on the tenth floor, I have my mobile surgery kit there. If we're lucky I can get these tumors off your chest before they get even more disgusting than they already are."

"Fffffuuuuck...... please, Dr. Finch..... chop off my tumors.... my agent will understand, I hope...."

"What are you, a model or something?"

Veronica nodded. "I have a big shoot tonight......"

"Oh well. Looks like you'll have to tell your fans you needed emergency surgery, that they've been jerking off to a big set of rotting tumors you falsely claimed were a pair of tits. It's honestly quite shameful of you."

Veronica mindlessly fondled her pussy and breast, no help needed from Dr. Finch. "Thank you.... please chop them off!"

"I dunno, you seem to really like these bloated, maggot-filled tumors of yours."

"What? No! I hate them, I want them chopped of ASAP!"

"Well, I am on vacation. Tell you what, set up a livestream and direct all the donations to me, we'll call it a charity stream. You can happily tell all your adoring fans how much yours big fat tumors need to be chopped off. Maybe if you're good I can fuck you afterwards and make you watch them sitting on my table in a trash bag. Would you like that?"

"Yes, very much so! I'll even make the trash bag my new profile pic...."

"Good girl. Now let's get you upstairs before you embarrass yourself with those gross things even more."

[rae-writes]

falling for you

Soukoku x reader (separate + poly)

wc : 1.k

warnings : jumping off buildings for sport/fluff (chuuya), suicidal thoughts/hurt-comfort (dazai), implied suicide/angst (skk)

synopsis : falling, falling, falling...but don’t you dare fall without me.

Dazai

The tallest building in Yokohama…it used to be Dazai’s favorite place in the whole world. Ever since you came and kicked down the walls surrounding his heart, though, his favorite place began to be wherever you were. 

But you’d been gone on a mission for a week and his dark thoughts were screaming at him, demanding he pay for every wrong he’s committed. They whisper how he doesn’t deserve you, taunt that you won’t come back because you’ve finally realized it too. They were loud and it hurt. 

The familiarity of his being here hurt more than his thoughts. Dazai could only picture your distressed- broken- expression if you came back and were immediately greeted with someone from the agency apologizing and handing you his blood stained coat…

Yet he couldn’t stop his legs from carrying him to the edge (you’d be screaming for him). He couldn’t stop his eyes from taking one last glance at the pretty sky (you would’ve liked the colors). He couldn't stop his body from tipping backwards (you’d be crying because of him).

It was serene- to fall. Dazai almost wished you were falling with him, but he’d never—

“Osamu…”

His eyes snapped open, head whipping to the side to see you. “Belladonna!” Dazai almost reached out for you before he remembered; you had an ability to save yourself. “I’m honored you’d join me.”

You smiled sweetly at him, “What a beautiful double suicide,” 

His eyes widened.

“But it’s not our time, yet, my love.”

Your bodies crashed into a bouncy surface, hands finally shooting out to grasp at each other before one of you bounced right off. Dazai stared at you incredulously, eyes drifting to each of his fellow agency members.

Atsushi helped the two of you down- crying and angrily scolding Dazai- while Kunikida ushered you both to the nearby ambulance “just in case, you still need to get your vitals checked!” 

Leaning against his body, you nuzzled your face into Osamu’s neck, ditching the grey blanket in favor of wrapping him in your arms, “Knew something wasn’t right…came home right away. Local law owed us so we called in all the reinforcements.” 

The demons in his head weren’t talking anymore. The fog had dissipated from his thoughts. You were the only thing that mattered. “Bella…” 

You smiled at him again, “The dark side of you doesn't stand a chance against me. You aren’t dying till I do.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

Chuuya

The Port Mafia headquarters was one of the tallest buildings in Yokohama; it radiated power and the control it held within the city. 

But what no one knows is the view from the top is absolutely gorgeous, especially at dusk or dawn. It’s peaceful up there- quiet. 

It was Chuuya’s favorite place to be. There he could just exist. It was the one place he felt free to just let the burdens on his shoulder fall. 

He liked falling. Sometimes he’d be wired up, running and jumping off the ledge, arms out and throat burning with excited yells. Other times he’d be exhausted, stumbling up the stairs to the roof and allowing his body to just tip over. 

Right now, Chuuya was in the middle. He was jumping off the roof with a wild smile, but he was quiet— at peace. 

Or he was. 

“Come here often, pretty boy?” 

Azure eyes widened, darting around to take in the sight of you. Your fond smile and bright eyes. The way your hair blew around. And how you were freefalling beside him. 

He nearly has an aneurysm, fumbling around mid air until he can wrap his arms around you and land, accidentally forming a crater.

Meanwhile, you’re having the time of your life, cackling so loud the entire block could probably hear you over his equally loud curses. 

“What the hell were you thinking?! You could’ve died!” 

You stared at him amused, raising a brow, “s’that so?” Your body lifted itself out of his grasp, hovering a head above him teasingly, “I didn’t realize.” 

He blinks, a sheepish smile crawling up his face. “Right…your ability.” Chuuya tries to scowl, but it just turns out like a pout, “Don’t ever do that again.” 

“I will never jump off a building without you again. Even though I can technically fly.” 

“Smartass.” 

Yet he still kissed you anyway.

Soukoku

You and Chuuya nearly slam into each other, both clutching identical notes with a vice grip. There were no words between you as your bodies began sprinting towards the stairs simultaneously; you knew.

It didn’t take long to scale the stairs, even if there were over 15 flights. Your abilities were practically made for this— your feet didn’t dare touch the ground until you made it to the rooftop. 

No one could deny that Dazai was a good-looking individual, and in the light of dusk, he looked absolutely breathtaking. The wind blew through his hair softly as the orange and pink hues shone in his earthy eyes. It was a serene moment for all the wrong reasons. 

The air nearly left your lungs as you clutched Chuuya’s hand tightly, afraid to even breathe too loud because Dazai’s feet were right at the edge. 

And Chuuya didn’t know how to act, azure eyes wide and teary. “Dazai…” his feet shifted, ready to sprint at a moment's notice, but the peacefulness in Dazai’s smile made him freeze. 

“You two look gorgeous, as always.” Ever the charmer, Dazai just keeps smiling, gazing at both of you like you’d hung the stars above his head together. “My loves…”

“‘Samu.” Your voice cracked, hand reaching out shakily, “Don’t-“ 

He gave a closed eye smile. And then he fell backwards. Yells echoed throughout the air, panicked and desperate, and yet Dazai never felt more at peace. He’d gotten to see both of you before he left...his eyes widened suddenly— 

Chuuya and you had jumped right off the ledge after him, hand in hand, reaching out with your free hands until you could grasp at him. One on his waist, one cupping his cheek. 

“Wh-!” 

You gave a giddy grin, and if not for the tears streaking your face and the wind blowing past you, it almost seemed like a normal day. “We all promised, remember?” 

“Let’s stay together. Forever.” 

Lifting your head off Chuuya’s chest, you crane your neck up to glance at Dazai, frowning at the absentminded stare. “Osamu?” 

Chuuya leaned forward, making enough room between him and Dazai so he could turn his body around, “Where’d that come from?” 

Dazai looked down at you both, grinning at the sight of your bodies crowding his, “Just thinking.” He tugged you in his lap, pulling at Chuuya’s shirt until he was basically in his lap too, “Promise we’ll always be together. The three of us.” 

The red head scoffed, bumping his head against the brunette’s, “As if it was ever even a question. I promise.” 

“I promise! Why would I wanna leave you guys anyway?” your voice was teasing, lips pressing a flurry of kisses against both of their cheeks. 

Dazai laughed, loud and beautiful, “Yeah, I promise, too.” 

Dazai gasped, fingers gripping onto your bodies bruisingly, “No- you can save yourselves, just let go! You can survive with your abilities, you don’t have to die for me!” His voice was panicked and broken, hands now trying to push you back. 

“We’re not dying for you, idiot.” Chuuya smacked at his hand and brought him closer, “We’re dying with you because we aren’t gonna live without you by our side. We fucking promised.” 

The lights in Yokohama seemed to get dimmer as the ground got closer, the sun finally seeking solace out of sight as the stars and moon took over instead. 

“We promised…”

You curled into your boyfriends, “I love you, Osamu. Chuuya.” 

They exchanged their own ‘I love you’s as time finally caught up and the ground was waiting to catch you. 

“Together.” 

“Forever.” 

…the color red was as tragic as it was beautiful.

[actuallyadhd]

Hello, I know you haven't posted in a while so I understand if you don't reply to this, but I could definitely use some advice.

I haven't gotten round to getting tested for ADHD, but I have a lot of the symptoms. I really struggle to sit still, I often blurt things out and interrupt people, I can't seem to remember basically anything, I get way too emotional over small things, and more.

The thing is, these symptoms seem to be getting progressively worse. I will hear something and then completely forget what I heard minutes after, forget what I'm talking about mid conversation, haven't gone to sleep on time because I've been pacing in my room and throwing a bouncy ball and eventually scrolling on my phone in bed because I can't get to sleep, I'm late a lot more than usual (I have to go out tomorrow and I'm hoping I'll get up on time, alarms don't work).

But the biggest thing is this: I keep stopping and starting things. I have loads of sideblogs I haven't posted on for days because I started them with huge passion and then either got bored or forgot about them (or both.) I've been thinking about starting a new ask blog, but at the same time I know I won't come back to it.

Do you have any advice for how to manage this?

Sent August 1, 2024

It sounds like things are cascading, which can be super overwhelming.

I always start with what I call The Big Four: diet, exercise, sleep, and stress. If any one of these is out of whack, everything gets harder. This is true for non-ADHDers as well, but for us it’s more important because of how our brains work.

So, first, think about how you’ve been eating lately. Are you getting enough protein? Brains run on glucose, so carbs are also necessary, but aiming for whole grains and the like is better for long-term functioning. Are you eating *enough*? As in, do you forget to eat meals? Do you snack a lot, and if you do, are you going for quick sugar hits?

Next up is exercise. Regular movement is important. Taking active breaks when you get distracted can help to reset your brain so you can focus again when you come back. Exercise also adds endorphins, which boost your mood and can help increase energy and focus for longer. These effects build up over time, so you won’t see results right away, but if you can make it happen there will be benefits!

As for sleep, you’ve noted that you’re struggling to fall asleep. That’s a really common thing for ADHDers, and we have loads of suggestions here to help. Some of the best ideas I’ve seen include listening to podcasts or watching ASMR videos, white noise machines or a fan, reading a book (not an e-book unless your e-reader doesn’t use blue light), or doing some kind of a puzzle book in bed.

Stress can be really hard to manage, especially if anything else is off since that adds to your stress. The best way to handle this is to have a set time each day where you do something fun and relaxing.

You may find that this doesn’t quite hit the spot. So I have a couple more things to look into.

First, it’s pretty normal for us to run into problems when our responsibilities increase. More responsibility means more load on our executive functions, so things start falling apart a bit as we struggle to find a way to make everything happen. Change is hard!

Second, our age and hormones can have an impact on things. If you menstruate, estrogen levels have a huge impact on functioning. It is a very important part of the brain’s glucose delivery system, so when estrogen is low so is glucose. (There are other ways glucose gets to the brain, estrogen is just the most efficient.)

As for age, when you hit certain ages (early childhood and puberty are best known) your brain makes a ton of new connections, and that can make a lot of things harder that weren’t before. This is because your brain is dedicating itself to other things, and often those “lost” skills return once it’s done with the stage.

So think about all of these things and consider whether one or more might be affecting you. Once you know what’s going on, it will be easier to figure out how to deal with it.

Followers, do you have any ideas for managing these issues? Please share!

-J

[dairy-farmer]

Still~ thinking about Time Travel~☆

Bruce would... wait... ACTUALLY??? EVERYONE would fuckin give a LIMB to "go back and Do It Right"(tm)?

Oh :Dc Oh No~ that's a FANTASTIC thought~☆

Some big Everything's Fucked Event. Like when Superboy Prime PUNCHED REALITY and broke it, bringing Jason back. Maybe some shit head reality warper collecting the seven sacred McGuffins or what have you. But they? Can't stop him.

Some of them last longer then others. But the idiot BROKE reality. And eventually? It resets itself.

But!

Tim died BEFORE the Break. Everyone else died AFTER. It was Heroic, of course, tried to destroy the last object before the reality warper could get it. But the bastard already had 6. He got Tim first.

And... they had all been drifting apart. Strained relationships, traumas upon traumas. Never knowing what to SAY. Wanting to fix things. Always somehow making things worse. Trying to do better. And then?

Tim is just... just GONE.

Then they die, Reality in fragments. Like some fucked up Alice in Wonderland fever dream. And? Wake up at different points in their own history.

Bruce blinks. And there is Tim. Tiny and determined to save him from himself. He's so small.

Bruce is collapsing to his knees and dragging him into a hug before he can think of anything else. His son. His boy. Tim. Warm and perfect, uncertain as he awkwardly hugs him back.

And this time he's a better mentor. Past mistakes always haunting him. Better food, better teaching, better gear. Better body management. Stretching and massages. Bruce is... obsessive, unsurprisingly, over Taking Care of Tim. He can't fail again. HAS to be better.

It's inevitable, that it gets weird. Started OUT invasive, after all. Since sexual wellness IS important to mental and emotional regulation, that has to be scheduled too. What do you mean "you don't"? Robin, it's stress relief.

Of course Bruce will show you. Yes of COURSE he's going to get you toys, show you how to use them. No, no, you're doing it wrong. Not like THAT, like THIS. See how he's doing it?

All so very educational.

But! Oh no! What if Robin wants to DATE? It was a disaster for him last time. Bruce better show him. And obviously if he's already doing THAT, he should show him how to put the moves on someone. And since we're doing THAT, it's only reasonable to follow through. Robin can't patrol distracted! That's not safe!

So he HAS to fuck him.

And really, if he's done it ONCE, he might as well teach him what he knows. Who better, then someone Robin can trust?

Which is what Dick stumbles into. Somehow in the past. With an even MORE neurotic Bruce who's-! Who's-! He'll KILL YO-! Heeeey there Timmy! Just need to talk to Bruce real quick, so... huh?

And that's when it hits Dick like a gut punch? That THIS Tim? No ugliness between them. Is excited to see him. Greets him with a hug. Warm and cute and bouncy. Wants... wants help... practicing...

Dicks eyes shoot to Bruce. Back to Tim. He keeps his Nightwing mask, firmly in place as the part of what he WANTS fight like dogs inside him. He shouldn't. Needs to stop this NOW. It's already WAY out of hand...

Y-Yeah, Timmers, of course he'll help.

What're big Brothers for?

And Tim is terrible at riding him. Gets too overwhelmed and freezes up, again and again. Is so SENSITIVE. It's so cute Dick can barely stand it, as he lifts and sinks him down. Watches him pant and squirm. Let's him cling like Dick is the only thing holding him together.

He's never been harder.

Jason, of course, could really only blink awake in one place. Because his luck is SHIT. Titans Tower. He thinks it's hell. Purgatory maybe. A punishment for what he did here. Goes to face it. Only...

Where's Timbers?

In his room. Having "Me Time". Face down, ass in the air, vibrator set to "Destroy Me". He didn't notice SHIT when the power cut. The world could end but until he's gotten off? Robin's not here right now, leave a message.

Jason decides this is a very fucked up wet dream to have while Dying, but? Screw it.

So he invites himself to the party. Pants open, cock out. Vibrator removed. World rocked.

He fucks Tim's hot little puss just the way he's always wanted too. Deep and with intent to fill it. Then he has his perky little ass, just cause. Fills that too. Eventually realizes this is NOT the afterlife or a dream, but is too busy pounding the best fuck of his life to care.

Cares a LOT more when an Out For Blood Half Kryptonian RIPS the door from the wall, along with the frame and some of the wall itself. While he is balls deep in Robin. Whoooo he may have fucked sopping wet and sloppy. While being a notorious Crime Lord.

Oh, Right.

He should ru-Shit! *sounds of Wrath And Kryptonian Violence*

It DOES bring the family back together. Even if Kon vows to NEVER forgive or forget. Hisses like an outraged cat at the mere mention of Red Hood. But things are great! Then Talia does what she do. Fucks up Bruce's mental health. THIS time however, he was aware it was coming.

And Damian, last Survivor of the Bat Clan, blinks into awareness to Tim offering him his hand. Excited to have a little brother.

Ah. Timothy looks... young. He no longer feels threatened by him, as he once did. Damian grew up. He shakes his hand. Is WELCOMED. Doted on.

Finds himself... Timothy's? Favorite? The baby of the family. None can touch him. One look and Timothy will come snarling to his defense. He need only pout and all will be delivered to his feet. Hilarious, how different it could have been.

But.

He is not blind. He is not the only one back in time. And the changes...

He can not argue that the family is not CLOSER, but must they act like animals? Panting after Timothy? Yet on the other hand... being so doted upon? Has brought up... feelings.

So... awkwardly... he, like a child who's had a bad dream, shuffles into Tim's room in the night. Is welcomed with open arms. Cuddled, fingers running through his hair, as he with fumbling hands explores. Guided in and pulled into Tim's arms, so he can rutt desperately into Tim's body, while Tim sleepily holds him close.

Random sparks of pleasure shooting through Tim's body as Damian manages to thrust just right, every so often. Praising him regardless. Because he's doing so good, is Tim's precious younger brother.

Letting Damian cum himself exhausted before getting himself off. Damian dazed and worshipful, clinging as dozes off. Dick finding them in the morning and pouting because this means no Morning Fuckies. Damian's totally gonna hog Tim's attention.

Being right.

Bat Clan Wars over Timmy Time. Tim playing the mediator. That leading to sharing.

Better More Tim Fucking Time Line!

What say you?

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all of them using time travel to act on deeply repressed feelings for tim they never acted on before 😍😍😍!!

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Part 10

“Welcome back to another Formula One race weekend where we are anticipating another thrilling race in the triple header of the season. Lewis Hamillton is leading the championship by just 18 points with Y/N L/N just falling behind. And Y/N leads Max Verstappen by just 16 points. It is of course a sprint weekend so drivers will be looking to take home maximum points. Let's hope that the drivers in the top 3 can avoid contact, unlike they did at Silverstone.” 

Over the course of the past few weeks things really haven't been going my way. I have spent nearly every waking minute trying to arrange the moving details to my apartment in Monaco but since Monaco doesn't have an Airport it's been difficult to arrange all the shipping - it's also made me have a lot more respect for the team in logistics who have to move an entire F1 paddock to another country within 1 to 2 weeks.

Max and Kelly have been confirmed to be a couple which I can't say surprises me. But I haven’t been focused on them. I have made sure to spend loads of time outside in the natural environment, I have started reading again and doing relaxation tasks. Additionally the past few weeks I have spent a lot of time with Kimi. Everything I have done has been alongside him. It has felt strange hanging around with Kimi without Ollie as he is the whole reason we have met each other, but it has allowed us to get to know each other without Ollie exposing both of us, and as much as we love him he's a lot more talkative than we are so it's allowed us to open up to each other at our own pace rather than having Ollie catalyse everything. 

Sauber have also taken note of mine and Kimi's friendship and have invited him to sit in the Sauber garage over the race weekend. Obviously we had to ask Toto for permission and reassure him that Kimi isn't betraying Mercedes and that we are not trying to steal his young academy driver. 

Just before I get in my car I go over to Kimi and give him a fist bump and he reassures me I will do well. 

As It's only the sprint I can't lie I'm not that bothered. Now I know a racing driver who doesn't care about winning a race is no longer a driver. But what I mean is this is really a test for the new upgrades the team have put on the car. So I'm seeing it more as a test for Sunday. 

The track, unlike Silverstone, is dry and the weather is much warmer which makes driving a lot more uncomfortable. The stands are surprisingly full for sprint qualifying. As it's the Austrian Grand Prix weekend the crowds are dominated by a sea of Red Bull merch. As a driver your home race is the most pivotal thing of the season even if it's only your team's home race, but for the other drivers they always feel a little intimidated by the support the home fans have for home driver's and team's but at the end of the day we are racers and have to beat them regardless of the hate from the home fans. 

“Y/N Green light, we are good to go” 

Heading into any session there are always these nerves festering inside you and as the Sauber garage is at the end of the pit lane I don't have much time to take in my surroundings when coming out of the garage. 

My first lap is absolutely abysmal but I manage to improve drastically on my second lap excelling through to SQ2. The upgrades have started to show their limitations and in SQ2 I feel like I'm sitting on a bouncy castle as the car is bouncing up and down the straights. And it obviously impacts my performance. 

“Have we been bumped?” I ask my engineer.

“Yes Y/N we are P11” 

I would say I'm upset but I'm also not surprised. The car hasn't been at its best all weekend and it feels like we have gone back to square one. The team have only made one change to the car so we know exactly what it is, but we can't change it as Parc Fermé rules state teams can't change the cars before a race.

As I jump out of the car I see Kimi smiling at me eagerly out of the corner of my eye, and it seems to make me a lot less stressed and unhappy. But my anger with the car still causes me to slam my helmet on one of the table's in the garage and throw my gloves aside. 

My engineer comes by and squeezes my shoulder but I shrug his hand off and walk through the back of the garage to my motorhome which is situated in the back. 

“Y/N wait”, I hear a voice shout behind me.

“What?” I say turning to see its Kimi and I instantly regret my coarse tone. 

“Look it wasn't your fault, it was the car it's a miracle it even got through to SQ2 so don't be harsh on yourself”

“Thanks Kimi” 

“Why don't we go out for dinner tonight, just me and you”

“Sure, let me get changed out of my race suit”

I meet Kimi in the parking area and we get into the Alfa Romeo 33 Stradale the team has got for me this weekend. Kimi directs me using Google Maps but we still somehow manage to get lost in the winding streets. We do eventually emerge from the complex labyrinth of streets and arrive at the restaurant 25 minutes later than our reservation. We are seated outside but the Austrian daytime heat seems to have continued into the evening. 

“So what do you want?” Kimi asks. 

“I have no idea why don't you choose for me”

Kimi orders some seafood dishes and normally I'm not a huge fan of seafood but when it arrives at the table it looks surprisingly nice. And I'm genuinely surprised at the flavour, it's not too powerful and Kimi can see my surprise. 

“See you should trust me more often” 

After dinner we head back to the motorhomes, Kimi is staying in mine as there is a separate bed. When we get back I have to go and speak to Zhou quickly so I leave Kimi in the motorhome. It's practically pitch black and on my way back I trip and fall but stand up a bit lost. I see a lot of lights emanating from a lot of trailers and then I see a figure walking towards me. It isn't until the future gets closer that I see it's Max and as I go to avoid him he grabs my arm. 

“Max let me go” I demand 

“Wait baby”, as he speaks I can smell the strong and pungent smell of alcohol.

“I am not your baby, you have a girlfriend so fuck off and leave me alone” 

“You just want to go back and fuck Kimi is that it” 

“I'm sorry, what did you say?”

“You heard me, you left me because you wanted Kimi” 

“I left you Max because you were an unsupportive, annoying, self centred dick who only cared about himself and as much as you say you are not like your dad, you seem to be exactly like him. And you stand there like you haven't already moved on”

I storm off and enter the trailer and slam the door shut. 

“Is everything OK?” Kimi asks. 

“Absolutely fine”

When I enter the paddock I see Max walking past with his media officer and he doesn't even acknowledge me. He must either be so embarrassed about his behaviour or he was so inebriated that he couldn't member what happened. When I entered the team room, they told me that I'm starting from the pit lane because they changed the component that was making the car drive like an Alpine in the first place. 

Interviewer: So Y/N you are starting from the pit lane today. What are your plans for the sprint?

Y/N: Well hopefully make up some places and get into the points but it won't be an easy task. 

Interviewer: Have the team made changes that will improve the car?

Y/N: Well I hope so. But we know what the issue was with the car and hopefully it has been rectified and we have better pace for the Race and Qualifying. 

Interviewer: Lastly, I know you might not want to speak on this but you and Max Vertsappen what's going on with you two. 

Y/N: We are no longer dating but other than that nothing has changed he's no different to the 18 other drivers on the grid.

 It's my first time starting any race from the Pit lane and it does feel a little weird as my view of the track is obstructed but thankfully there is a screen that is angled that makes me able to see the drivers on the screen. 

“Y/N when the last driver has past the pit lane the light will turn green and you can go” 

The second I see the back of Logan’s Williams I immediately accelerate and try to play catch up. I quickly catch up with Logan and get past and set my eyes on Alex. By lap 4 I am sat in 17th which pisses me off. But my overall pace is quite good and in the straight I get past Pierre and Nico. Then as my day was starting to show an inkling of improving my engineer dashes my hopes of any success. 

“Y/N retire the car engine fault”

“This fucking car is unbelievable”

“Y/N radio off”

“Fucking unreal” 

I park the car in one of the runoff areas and switch everything off and place my head In my hands. I feel like all the progress we had made is proving to be futile and the team is just regressing back to its original state. But as Audi is taking over next year they have reduced the amount of funding and investments into departments as in their eyes there's no point if the team won't be here next year. Eventually the marshals instruct me to leave the car and I take the longest and quietest route back to the garage to give myself time to calm down and reflect. 

Reassuringly they tell me that the car will be fixed in time for qualifying but at this point I am past the point of caring, I already have a seat next year so what happens between now and November doesn't really matter. Obviously I want to finish in the top 3 of the standings but if the car continues going like this I have lost all hope. 

It wasn't exactly the sprint I was hoping for with a DNF and Lewis extending his lead by another 8 points really isn't ideal. But I guess we got some valuable data and the bouncing issue was no longer present. 

After the sprint I'm sat in the driver's private area just on my phone and that's when Daniel approaches me with his usual mischievous grin etched onto his face. 

“Hey man” he says.

“Hey Danny, what do you want?” 

“Why do you assume I want something”

“Well the past 3 times you have spoken to me the conversation has started with “Can you” so I have a valid reason”

“Well I was wondering if you could maybe speak with Max about what happened last night he's really embarrassed and wants to move on, but apparently you were incredibly harsh and rude towards him last night”

“I don't need to speak to Max for him to move on he just needs to grow up act his age and realise that what I said last night was true and that's the reason he is so provoked by it”

“God you are stubborn”

“Thank you Danny” 

The second my interaction with Danny ends he walks over to Max and shakes his head in a no fashion and Max looks a little deflated. I don't see why he can't get over me. He's already dating someone else so he shouldn't be so obsessed with me. Maybe he hasn't moved on yet. Maybe there's a chance of us getting back together. What am I even thinking, why would I want to get back with him. He was a dick to me, but I guess last night I was harsh especially when I made that comment about Jos. I know how much trauma he caused Max as a kid so I probably shouldn't have used it against him. Then again he shouldn't have insinuated that me and Kimi were together, I mean he's my friend. Yes he's cute and funny but we are just friends.

My phone starts to vibrate in my hands, snapping me out of my verbose thoughts that have created more confusion than clarity. I look down and see that it's a text from Ollie. 

****

Ollie: Hey Y/N I was just wondering what's been going on between you and Kimi recently.

Y/N: Nothing, why do you ask?

Ollie: Well he's been acting differently since you have been hanging out together.

Y/N: Differently how?

Ollie: Well for one he is normally super shy yet around you he has this new found energy and also in Silverstone he practically was asking me everything about you. Like your nickname, the most embarrassing thing you have done. 

Y/N: YOU DID NOT TELL HIM ABOUT THE INCIDENT

Ollie: No, I didn't tell him about the time you called Sebastian Vettel “the hottest F1 driver” and he ended up being right behind you. 

Y/N: Even hearing it back I cringe.

Ollie: You said it not me. 

Y/N: Anyway, me and Kimi are just friends and he probably just wants to get to know me better.

Ollie: You're probably right, we will speak later. Bye [Nickname]

Y/N: Bye BEARman. 

****

That's probably the weirdest interaction I have ever had with Ollie. I feel like he wasn't being totally upfront but I don't have time to ponder his authenticity as I have to go and do my favourite thing of all time - an engineering meeting. It's basically the most boring part about being a racing driver. You sit in a room on a video call with the team back at the base who have all the data and talk about what went well and what can be improved. For me the improvement is obviously going to be having an engine that lasts to the end of the race. 

I take my seat next to my engineer and for some reason in these serious conversations when the team is talking about data I find myself picturing something way more entertaining and spontaneously breaking out into laughter which I have to contain to maintain the “professional image” that everyone knows I don't have. 

The sun has disappeared and the skies are grey but there is no sign of tian ahead of Quali. I am pedantically walking up and down the garage as my car still isn't fixed with 6 minutes to go until Quali. But I think my presence is looming over the engineers and putting more pressure on them which is causing them to make mistakes. But as I watch the clock the seconds seem to fly by and the car still isn't put together so I look away and talk to Kimi to distract myself from the shit show that is going on behind me. 

“Y/N you can get in now” my engineer calls out with exactly 1 minute to go until Q1 starts. 

As I'm coming out my garage I see that there is a spot behind the Haas and I have enough time to get behind it before the Red Bull that's coming down the pit reaches me, I slot myself in but the Red Bull behind me - which given by the bright red number 1 on it I can only assume its Max - doesn't slow and comes down the outside of me trying to push past despite the clear line and order of traffic. 

“Typical Max” I say to my engineer.

“Yep we don't know what he's doing mate just let him go don't risk any damage”

“I have seen F4 drivers with more maturity and professionalism” 

I let him go begrudgingly and extend my middle finger over the halo making sure he can see it in his mirrors. I wait for 10 seconds to provide some space before going out on the track for my first run. The first run is only good enough for P6 so we go again and get through to Q2 in P2. 

The Red Bull's and Ferrari for some reason are massively off the pace with Charles and Sergio out in Q1. Max is also struggling as he barely got through to Q2. 

“Y/N you are the final driver on a flying lap in Q2 the driver at risk is Verstappen we are in P13”

I push the car and throw it into the corners barely touching the brakes, trying to find even a tenth of a second where possible. 

The rush up to the line is always the worst as you never feel like you are going fast enough and you always have that second of silence before your engineer tells you where you are.

“P1, you Are through to Q3 the drivers out are Ocon, Tsunoda, Ricciardo, Sargeant and Vertsappen” 

The car clearly has the pace and I have never had a GP pole position in F1 so I am determined to get it. 

We go out early in Q3 to set the benchmark tine and I come back into the pits and see that only Lando, Nico and Oscar can go faster than me. 

“We have time for one last lap, give it everything Y/N”

I change about a million settings during the lap to maximise the potential of the car and reduce time where I can.

“Purple sector 1” 

“Purple sector 2” 

The last sector always feels the longest but it's also the sector you can afford to mess up on, at least in sector 1 if you mess up you haven't lost a lot but if you mess up in sector 3 you have just ruined a good lap. 

“What did we get?” I ask eagerly as I cross the line.

“POLE POSITION” My engineer shouts. 

“Let's fucking go, awesome jobs guys” 

Reporter: Y/N first pole position of your career and I'm sure the first of many how does it feel to get your first pole position after your first win? 

Y/N: It feels weird to get pole after achieving a win, normally people do the reverse but it's a good feeling to know that today at least we were the fastest car on the track and it's a comeback from this morning and the DNF in the sprint. 

Reporter: We saw at the start of Q1 there was some drama in the pit lane between you and Max Vertsappen, what's your view on the incident?

Y/N: Well I obviously had the right of way. I got into the spot well before he reached me and for some reason he went around me and pushed in. I don't know why he did it but even in junior racing series you learn that the pit lane etiquette is to wait your turn so I don't see why he didn't do that, but I won't waste my energy on his childish behaviour. 

Reporter: Lastly going into tomorrow on Pole, you have your good friend Kimi Antonelli cheering you on from your garage, is your second career win on the table?

Y/N: Well I say let's not be too optimistic but nothing is off the table, I will try my best and hopefully get the strategy right and it will be a good race. 

After all the media and interview stuff I head back to the motorhome with the boxes of food I collected from the hospitality building. Kimi decided to come and sit inside as he was getting a little cold but I gave him my jacket so that whilst he was walking back he didn't get any colder. 

“Sorry I took so long, the media just didn't stop asking questions” I say placing the food on the table. 

“It's fine I know what it's like, thanks for the food” 

We eat our food together and spend a while chatting before we both get ready for bed. 

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” I ask and he doesn't even reply before hopping onto my bed. 

I turn on Netflix and we flip through a few movies and shows and eventually put on a true crime documentary. No more than 5 minutes later I hear a faint yet heavy breathing sound and see that Kimi has fallen asleep, how anyone could fall asleep when watching a gruesome documentary on a mass killer is beyond me.

I switch off the TV and pull the duvet to my shoulders and turn to face the wall. 

Waking up I feel a heavy weight on my chest and lift the cover to see Kimi's arm draped over my chest. I try to move without waking him but he must be a light sleeper because he immediately awakes as I try to move. 

“Sorry I tried not to wake you”

“it's fine sorry for falling asleep in your bed and then somehow hugging you” 

“It's fine Ollie has done it plenty of times, but he normally puts his entire body weight on me so that I can't move” 

The Grand Prix race nerves are mustering in my stomach the second I step out of bed. I collect my pre organised outfit from the wardrobe and get changed before placing some bread in the toaster and taking a moment to sit down and do some stretching exercises.  

“So do you think you will win today?” 

“Maybe, I'm not 100% sure on anything”

“Well I will be there cheering you on” 

“Thanks it means a lot”

“Well you are a great driver so you don't need me as a good luck charm but you might need a good luck charm when it comes to cooking”

“What do you mean?” 

“The toaster is smoking”

“Shit!”

If this is a sign as to how my day is going to go I would rather not race. After one last check of the weather forecast where it says it's not going to rain I head to the paddock autographing the odd thing for fans. One so-called fan shouts “Max is better than you” but that's not an insult, it's a fact based on data, so it doesn't upset me. 

I see Ollie wandering around the paddock so I go and sneak up behind him and scare him. 

“Where's Kimi?” He asks 

“He's coming later, we aren't joined at the hip you know” 

“Could have fooled me”

“Are you jealous Oliver?”

“No and don't call me that it's weird” 

I spend the build up to the race with Ollie to satisfy him and remind him that he's still my best friend, although deep down he knows no one will ever replace him. 

The drivers parade is usually fun but today I'm just not feeling it. I'm stood around talking with Logan and Alex as they are the people that are closest to me but I can just feel someone death staring at me but everytime I turn around there is no one looking at me. There is a huge sea of Red Bull supporters which is unsurprising as it is their home GP. 

After the national anthem ceremony I climb into the car and for the first time I have a clear view ahead of me. 

“li's lights out and away we go and Y/N gets off the line well and defends against Norris and holds onto P1. Verstappen has made up a few places and so has Zhou Guanyu” 

Lap 24: “And its Sauber who will make the first pit stop and for a team that has struggled with pit stops recently set a time of 2.1 seconds which is very respectable, Y/N will come out just behind Vertsappen who has made his way up to P5 but not for long as Y/N takes a massive dive on the inside and moves up to P5 on his pit exit” 

Lap 34: “Sauber are boxing Y/N again very early ahead of all the other drivers, and they have gone for softs. A very questionable strategy by the team to give Y/N a set of tyres that should last around 25 Laps for 37 laps let's see what he has to say about that” 

“Whoever made that call better pray for a miracle because I don't see how these tyres are going to last” 

I can't believe the team. They might have just thrown away a good race with a bad strategy call. All I can say is no one will be letting out a sigh of relief until the chequered flag. 

I sat in P3 by lap 45 which is when the team should have brought me in but thankfully the gap to the front drivers is small so when they pit I can retake the lead, but there is no way I can relax with these tyres on. 

Lap 60 is when I feel my stomach start to sink as the rears lock up and the grip becomes almost non existent. 

“Y/N if we were to box again we would come out in P6 behind Russell, do you want to pit?”

“No, just let me drive this thing”

“Copied”

With 2 laps to go my front left rear is coming off, I have seen literal chunks of rubber fly off the wheel. 

“Last lap Hamilton 2.2 seconds behind’ 

I don't think the car is going to make it to the end of the lap, I can just about turn the car and seeing the Mercedes of Lewis dart in and out of view isn't doing much good for my nerves. 

“Chequered flag, chequered flag. That's P1”

“Let's go guys. Amazing job. It was tough and I'm sure the car is missing a tyre but we did it” 

Reporter: Congratulations on a second career win in your rookie season. How does it feel?

Y/N: Pretty awesome it was so hard to get to this point so it's definitely rewarding. 

Reporter: Now we saw Kimi cheering you on from the Sauber garage. Has his presence today made you do well?

Y/N: Well he has proved himself to be a good luck charm all weekend so I might just bring him everywhere with me now. 

Reporter: Something you may not have seen is that on your overtake on Max after your pit stop he said on the radio “That's quite dangerous and bold… He doesn't care for safety”. What's your response to that?

Y/N: I say let's go back to Max's rookie year and see if he was any less aggressive or had any more care for driver safety. Recently he's been critiquing my driving but I think that's because he sees me as a threat to him. This is the 4th Grand Prix out of the season so far where I have achieved a higher finish than him but there's no reason for him to criticise me. 

The atmosphere in the garage is one of pure elation and pride. Kimi hugs me alongside every team member who are all delighted with today's result. 

There is the usual celebration party after the race but I can't be bothered to go so instead me and Kimi get a bottle of champagne and walk to a lake that's near the track but very secluded and only accessible if you have a pass to get which means no media. 

The lake is quiet and peaceful which is a welcomed sound away from the roaring engines and crowds that have certainly made me go a little deaf today. But the silence is broken by Kimi's soft and angelic voice.

“Y/N I have to tell you something…” 

[loveneversleepss]

Seungmin as Yandere&Tsundere

Hard dom!Seungmin x jealous!female reader

Request from anonymous! I accidentally deleted the request 😞 I figured this request would also work for my series but I changed it up a bit!

switch povs.. CONSENT IS ALWAYS GIVEN

About 6000 words

Warnings: smut duh, jealousy, cursing, slight angst, hair pulling, choking, scratching, fingering, use of pet names(princess, baby), lip biting/biting, hickeys, oral(both), unprotected sex.

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"life without you, has no meaning."

I will do anything for you. I will never make you feel unloved. I will always be here for you. Even if you don't care.

~

"Seungmin.." You say softly to him. He turns his head to you, "Yes, y/n?" You fiddle with your fingers, thinking of how you're going to say your next words. "Have you ever been in love?"

~~~

The wind blows softly against your skin, sending lovely goosebumps along your skin. the scribbling of your pencil against the paper makes a wonderful scratching noise. The noise of your most excellent work.

You're not mine, but I wonder..

At some point, a part of you, wanted me too.

What would've happened if I never said anything.

Would we still end up like this?

Your writing is interrupted by your little neighbor, Lyla. She runs over to you and jumps into your arms. She giggles and pulls away to kiss your cheek, "I missed you." You softly caress her hair, her beautiful set curls. "I missed you, too," You whisper back to her. She and her family have recently gone on a trip, just coming back today. You have always been fond of her but, what you really missed most is Seungmin. Her cousin and Your childhood best friend.

Your eyes travel to the silhouette walking to you, his hair blows softly in the wind. That smile that reminds you of a puppy, pure happiness. Ever since you met him, you've felt something. Something different. You don't know what it is. Funny, right? You're a poet and yet you can't describe what you're feeling. Seungmin arrives at your feet and you immediately rise. His arms softly engulf around your waist as yours go around his neck. You can feel his breath on your neck, his body is so close to yours. Just then, you feel a tingle in your lower area when his groin lightly touches yours. You gasp softly and you pull away from each other.

"How was it?" You ask him, he begins to tell you about his trip but all you can focus on is how good he looks right now. You make out his figure through his clothes. His hair looks so soft, bouncy, makes you want to run your hand through it. His eyes tinkle in the light, his smile so bright. His lips look so tender and pillowy. "I brought you something," your thoughts are now interrupted. "Let me see your wrist," you hold up your wrist as he places a bracelet around it. The bracelet contains the letter S on it. You look up at him confused.

"I thought we needed to match," he shows you his wrist that has your initial. "After all, we are best friends." Right, just friends. Maybe, that's all he will ever see you as. You heart aches whenever he reminds you of it, just being friends. You smile at him, “I love it..” you warmly say and his eyes light up once again. You had forgotten that his cousin was here and you notice her giving you a cheeky look, a smirk on her lips. “Imma get a snack,” She runs away into her house. The house you’ve been in a million times, you’re dream home.

The thing between your family and theirs is your social classes. Seungmin comes a wealthy family while yours is as poor as church mice. Although they have never treated you differently. They had hired you when you were young to be a cleaner. They had noticed you selling your family jewelry on the street and took you in. You live in the house next door which they provided your family with. You could never possibly repay them for their kindness. You notice someone across the street. Looks like someone’s moving in. “Guess we have new neighbors,” Seungmin mentions as you nod your head. He notices the journal that you had set down earlier. He walks over and picks it up, “wrote another poem?” You nod your head and take it out of his hands softly. Your fingertips glide against each other, making you want to wrap your hands around his and hold it for eternity, “It’s not finished yet..”

He leads you to walk with him, “well let me know when it is. I would love to read it.” Your heart warms at his words. He has always supported your interests and thoughts. He begins to hum to a tune and bursts into song, his voice is quite beautiful. He’s gifted, how convenient. A singer and a poet. Sounds like a start to a tragic romance. Your hand accidentally bumps into his as your walking. You look up to him and he smiles, “jeez if you wanted to hold my hand, you can just ask.” He teases you and attempts to hold your hand, although you pull away. You walk ahead of him trying to hide the redness that has now shown up on your face.

You can hear his laugh but you continue walking, he catches up to you. He leads you inside his house and to his room. It’s not unusual for you two hang out alone. You’re comfortable around each other. He flops down onto his bed while you gaze at his bookshelf. He has added more books to his collection, Romeo and Juliet always catches your eye. A big tragic romance always comforts you for some reason.

"Seungmin.." You say softly to him. He turns his head to you, "Yes, y/n?" You fiddle with your fingers, thinking of how you're going to say your next words. "Have you ever been in love?" He sits up now, one hand on his raised knee. “Why the sudden question?” You walk and sit on the bed in front of him. “Although I am a poet, I feel as if that’s what is missing..” he listens intently to your words, his eyebrows furrowed. “If I know what love is maybe.. I can experience it.” He stays silent for a couple seconds.

“Well.. don’t you love your family?” You sigh heavily, “not that kind of love. The kind of love you experience with your lover.” You explained to him. He looks down at his hands then his eyes flickered up to you. You can see he is biting the inside of his cheek. “I just want.. to feel how it feels. To be kissed, held, loved by someone.” You move away a piece of your hair away from your eyes and tuck ur behind your ear. Your bracelet jingles with your movements. “I would do it with anyone. I just want to experience it.”

You finally notice the look inside Seungmin’s eyes, it makes your heart drop. He scoots closer to you, “I can do it.” His words stun you. You feel your heart begin to race as your faces are inches away. You look away from him, “don’t be silly. We can’t.” His hand touches your arm, “why not? Who better than me to experiment with?” You get up and walk over the bookcase. “You said anyone..” he continues as you pull out a book. “I know, just..” you pause for a moment as you realize he came up behind you. “It’s just sudden that’s all.” You sit down on the couch and open the book. You hear him sigh and he joins you.

You two try to forget what has happened as you both read your books. You begin to wonder, maybe you should accept his offer. You’ve always wanted to do it with him. Plus, he’s offering and who better than him. Not like anything bad will happen. Simply two friends experimenting with each other.

You act out a yawn and lean your head against Seungmin’s shoulder. This is a usual act of yours, nothing too different. His arm wraps around your shoulder, another usual act. But it feels different, you want him. Out of a sudden burst of confidence, you stroke his hand and place a soft kiss. You look over to him to see his reaction. He has none, he lets out a sigh and flips a page in his book. You bit the inside of your cheek, maybe he thought it was just a friendly thing. You roll your eyes and attempt to catch his attention again. You slam your book closed and throw it on the table in front of you. Still no reaction.

You get annoyed and just do it. You turn his head to face you by two fingers. You place your lips against his. Feeling exactly as they look, soft and tender. Your hand holds him close onto his collar, scared that he’ll break away from you. He doesn’t. Instead he pulls you in closer by your waist. Your mouth slightly opens as his tongue slips in. His tongue grazes on yours, moving softly. He begins to pull away, you feel a slight sting on your lips. Realizing he’s biting your lower lip. The feeling feels so good to you, you let a small noise escape your throat. His teeth let go and your lip flings back into place.

“How was that, hm?” He whispers to you. You make eye contact and you didn’t realize how harsh your breathing had gotten. “I want more,” you say as you lean in to his lips again. This time you crawl into his lap. You have this insatiable hunger for him, needy. Is this what so called lust is? Because you’re definitely feeling it. Isn’t it bizarre how easily love turns into lust?

His hands place on the sides of your waist, grazing against your bare skin. The feeling sends tingles up your spine. Your lips connect once again and you keep wanting more and more of him. You pull at his shirt and your hand travels to tangle in his hair. He notices this, “feeling the heat, baby?” He mumbles against your lips and you feel as if you could purr like a kitten. You nod your head and lick your lips. “Let me help,” he leads your hips as he moves it along his. You feel your face begin to redden as the feeling is unspeakable. You feel this glow in your pussy that so needs to be touched. Your mouth falls open and you can no longer continue to kiss him.

His lips place a peck on your cheek, then your chin, to your jaw, and underneath your jaw. He begins to kiss more, trying to find something. He hits a point where it feels so good and you let a whimper out. It feels weird to hear these noises spew out of you like this. So carelessly. You begin to hear soft grunts come out of his mouth. His noises make your eyes roll back, heaven to your ears. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he mumbles in a drunk like voice. “Me too,” you agree with him. “I never knew how badly I needed you, Minnie,” you confess to him and he connects your lips back together. “I like that nickname..”

Just then, there’s a knock at the door. You and seungmin are forced to pull off each other as you hear his mother, “honey? Dinner is ready.” His mom has such a sweet and chipper voice. “I’ll be down in a sec,” he responds and turns to look at you. He kisses your lips once again and pulls away, making a slight smacking noise. “We need to do this again,” you nod in agreement. “Next time, we could do more.” You turn your head curiously and set your arms around his neck. “Like what?” He tsks at you and holds you by your waist, “trust me. You’ll enjoy it.”

~~~

“Please,” her voice is so different, so willing. “I need you,” she whimpers out. My hands slowly slide down her underwear. “Oh, you need me baby?” She nods her head crazily. I can tell she is losing her patience. I slowly slide my fingers across her folds and her mouth falls open, letting more whimpers and moans fall out. I’ve been teasing her painfully for the past half-hour. It’s so easy to get a reaction out of her now.

She has no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. For her to come to her senses and finally be with me. No matter what, she will be with me. It doesn’t matter what I have to do. I watch her all day and night. Always being there when she needs me and watching to keep her safe. When I discovered I was going on a trip my heart was broken. How could I be away from her so long? I needed a replacement, a slight one. I had snuck into her room and took a dress, bracelet so I knew her size and fresh underwear. I had Imagined her dressing up for me and wearing it for me. Putting on a show. Now I have her right in my hands. Willing for me to do anything to her.

My head slowly leads down between her legs. Her body resting comfortably upon her silk sheets. I lift one of her legs and set it on my shoulder. I blow gently on her cunt to tease her a bit, her body shudders. I smirk knowing I’m completely in control of her now. I lick a stripe up her causing a gasp to fall from her lips. She tastes of strawberries and her scent is so intoxicating. I begin to lick and suck at her clit, her body jolts at my first touch. I could do this for hours. Her hand tangles into my hair, pulling softly. I insert two of my fingers inside her as her back arches. I push down her hips with my free hand to keep her steady.

“Mm, Minnie,” every time she says that nickname it makes me go crazy. I continue my movements as her moans seem to slip more. I cant seem to get enough of her. This sight of me between her legs while she’s perfectly set for me. I know that I would do anything for her. Her nails begin to dig into my scalp but I ignore it. Focused on making her finish. I feel her thigh begin to tense up as her back arches up again. Her body starts to tremble and she begins to be louder. She covers her mouth and continues her noises.

She lets out a shriek as I feel a liquid rush onto my fingers. I replace my fingers with my mouth and catch her fluids. The taste is so addicting that I want more. She pulls me up to kiss her, she moans into my mouth. “How was it?” I mumble against her lips. She smiles, “good..” I watch as her eyes travel down to my pants. “What about you?” Her hand cups my cheek, I just shake my head at her. I can tell my hair is messed up from her touch. “I have to go in a bit. My mom wants me to meet the new neighbors.” She sighs, “mine too.”

~~~

We walk down the stairs and see Seungmin’s mom standing there with a unfamiliar group of people. “Oh, I didn’t know you were here y/n,” she smiles and sets down a plate of snacks she’s holding. “These are the new neighbors,” the group of people stand up and walk towards you. “This is my son, Seungmin and our neighbor y/n.” You smile as a woman and a man shake your hands, “these are our children Daniel and Maru.” A tall boy around your age walks towards you two, he smiles at you and shakes your hand. “Nice to meet you,” you say and he responds, “nice to meet you.”

A girl appears from behind him and walks right past you to Seungmin. “You’re very handsome,” you glare at her as she touches his arm fondly. Disgusting. “Do you have a girlfriend?” She asks Seungmin and you glance at him. “No,” he responds. You gotta admit, that made your heart ache. You roll your eyes as you turn your attention to Seungmin’s mom, “I think I should go home. It’s getting late.” You can see out of the corner of your eye that Seungmin turns to you but you ignore it.

“Why don’t I walk you?” Daniel says and you smile, “that would be great.” It’s not that you like him or anything, he is attractive. But it’s a good opportunity to make Seungmin jealous. Which seems to be working. The walk to your house seems to be an eternity. The man goes on and on about his past life and it got annoying fast. You’re finally at your door step when he catches your hand, “why don’t we go on a date tomorrow?” You pause for a moment at his question, really debating it. Not that you’ll date him, but it would make Seungmin furious. Just what you want, Without any more hesitation you answer, “yes.”

~~~

“What do you mean you’re going out with him?” Seungmin questions you, sitting on the edge of your bed. You sigh heavily as you look at him through the your mirror. “Exactly that. We’re going on a date,” you mention as you apply your lipstick. He shakes his head and scoffs. You turn to him and walk to him, “it’s just a silly date. Nothing will happen.” You cup his face but you can tell he’s angry. “It’s not nothing. I can tell he wants you,” you shake your head. “So? Would that be so bad?”

He furrows his brows at you. “It’s not like I’m yours. I’m allowed to socialize with other men,” you walk away from him. Fixing your skirt in the mirror, “how do I look?” He stares at you for a couple seconds, “beautiful.” Your heart skips a beat at his words. Hopefully, he won’t be too angry and forgive you.

~~~

You wait at the restaurant he told you to go to. A glass of water and fries later. He still hasn’t shown up. You are at your top level of annoyance. You pay for your fries and leave. As soon as you walk out the restaurant, Seungmin is standing before you. “What are you doing here?” You question him as he walks towards you. “Came to walk you home,” he intertwines your hands together. “Come on,” you walk hand in hand now and you can feel a heat on your cheeks. Funny right? You’re embarrassed from a simple gesture.

~~~

“I wonder why he didn’t show up.” Y/n says to me as I place her book back on her shelf. I turn to look at her as her face is puzzled, her legs dangling off the edge of her bed. “I mean why bother ask if you’re gonna leave me stranded like that?” I walk towards her, “he’s a jerk.” Her eyes shoot up to mine, “he is.” I sit next to her now and lean in to kiss her. I place a small peck to her lips but she doesn’t respond. I look at her confused, “what’s wrong?” She cups my cheek, “I’m sorry just.. not in the mood I guess.” She pulls away, “I’m tired. I should go to sleep.” I nod my head and get up. “See you tomorrow,” she says and pulls her covers off and onto her. “Bye,” I mumble barely louder than a whisper as I open the door to leave. Did I mess up?

Everything I did was for her. I couldn't control myself. I was just so angry. I couldn't stand seeing that smug smile on his face walking out of his house. I needed to show that y/n was mine. Only mine. My feet moved on their own as I approached him. When I started to beat him senseless. Yelling at him that y/n was mine, that he can't have er, to stay away and leave town. He laid there on the floor in confusion. I made sure he understood., I made sure he wouldn't tell. He ran into his house and packed quickly. leaving no time for explanations as I watched him leave town. Just as I wanted.

But things got complicated. When my feet had stepped back into my house, my cousin was standing there distraught. She knew. She saw everything. I told her it was nothing, but she didn't listen. So, there I was, pouring my heart out to an 11 year old. She made me pinky promise to her that I would never hurt anyone again, I intend to keep that promise. I don't wanna be a bad guy. I just hope she doesn't mention this to y/n. I also hope that Maru girl stays out of the way.

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You woke up the next morning with puffy under eyes. Not from crying but from staying up all night, racking your brain. It just gets you so frustrated on why he had not shown up. It made you go through so many excuses. But the one you settled on, broke your heart the most. Maybe you weren't good enough for him and he realized. But is that true?

You walked over to your window and pulled the sheets open. The sun blazes through and blinds you quickly. Your eyesight adjusts and.. is that? No way. How can this be? You see Maru wrapped around Seungmin's arm. Your Seungmin. And he looks.. happy. He's laughing. His dashing smile that you thought he only smiled for you. You feel a sharp pain in your chest. Tears begin to fill your eyes as you watch her lay a kiss on his cheek. That was enough for you. You couldn't bring yourself to watch anymore.

The next few days were a blur. All you can remember is people and people coming to check on you. You were weak yes, from not eating or drinking. Your thirst and the hunger in your belly did not matter to you. You felt as if you lost the only thing important to you. Seungmin had not come to check on you, which broke your heart even more. How could everything change in a matter of hours? He was yours, or so you thought.

It was around 9 when you heard a knock on your door. You mumbled for them to go away. But the door creaked open and a tiny pair of arms wrapped around you. You begin to sob as you realize it's Lyla. You turn over and hug her close. She twirls your hair around her finger as you begin to calm down a bit. "What's wrong, y/n? You can tell me," her soft tiny hands cup your cheek as a tear falls down. You tell her everything, about Seungmin. She lets a silence come between you two as she thinks. "You love him, don't you?" It hits you. You do love him, you never realized it before. You want him, not in a lustful way but in a pure way.

She huffs and tells you a story. About how Seungmin had beat up Daniel for you. How he told him that you were his and he can't have you. That he made him leave town. Your heart began to warm a bit at her words. "But what about Maru? I saw her kiss him." She sits up, "Don't you know? He despises her. He only walked with her that time to tell her to leave him alone. That he had feelings for you." It connects now, you had turned away at the wrong time. "He misses you. He had told me to come to check up on you, he was afraid that you hate him now," You look at her confused. "Why would he think that?" She shrugs her shoulders, "Something about ignoring him."

~~

Lyla had left shortly after that. You decided you needed to go see him. You snuck in through the back door and made your way quietly through the dark, silent house. You opened his door silently, you heard noises from his bathroom. His room was lit up by a candle and since due to the dim light, you accidentally knocked over a vase of flowers. Making a loud crashing sound. You quickly picked it up and a confused, shirtless Seungmin emerged from the bathroom. He looks like he had just taken a shower due to his wet hair, droplets that dipped down his bare upper body. Him only having pants on, Sinfully making him look so desirable.

"Y/n?.. what are you doing here?" He grabbed one of his shirts and slipped it on, getting it wet now. "I had to see you." You ran up to him, into his arms, and hugged him tight. His hands laid at his side for a moment then wrapped around you. You breathed in his vanilla scent, you never knew how much you missed it. You cupped his cheeks when you pulled away, his eyes spoke so many words to you. But you only wanted to hear one thing so, you said it first. "I love you." He freezes for a couple moments, you repeat yourself. "love you."

No words needed to be said, he pulled you in by your waist. He leans in and places the most softest, sweetest kiss. He mumbles a, "I love you," against your lips. You repeat after him again, the only words you both know how to say now is 'I love you.' You bump into the reading desk he has. You jump onto it as you giggle, pulling him back into the kiss. His lips are so perfect, moving so well against yours. His tongue slowly slips into yours, his body between your thighs. After several minutes, you finally pull away from each other. Your forehead touching as you both catch your breaths.

"I thought you hated me," he whispers. You shake your head and look at him softly, "I could never hate you." He places a small peck on your lips, resulting in a smile from you. "I thought you and Maru were together.." His eyes sparkled looking at you, "That's why you disappeared?" You nod your head slowly and he sighs harshly, he brings your hands to wrap around his neck, "I'm yours, y/n. Always have and always will be." His soft hands cup your face now, "Don't you understand how important you are to me? I love you, y/n." You can't help but let the tears build up in your eyes at his words. "I love you, Seungmin," you say as you connect your lips back together. His hand wrapped around your neck now, bringing you closer.

"How could you ever think I would want her?" He mumbles against your lips. “Look.” He whispered, breath hot against your mouth as his hand left your neck to take yours and gently place it on his hard cock. “See what you do to me, Hm?” He said and you whimpered, palming it slowly. “Feel how hard it is? That’s all because of you.” He kissed you again, this time more hungrily, hands travelling all over your body and grabbing you to pull you even closer to him, like he was afraid you’d disappear. Your mouth fell open as he moved his kisses to your neck. He sucks harshly and you can feel a bruise forming, your hips move against him. His hard on rubbing so perfectly against you.

You have a sudden burst of confidence, you push him away. He sits down on the edge of his bed now, legs spread and hands at his side in surprise. “We’re you jealous when Daniel walked me home?” His eyes darken at his name, you slowly got down on your knees. “No,” he sternly growls. You tsked at him and crawled over to him slowly. “Oh? Are you sure?” You lands rested on his knees now, perfectly your placed in between his legs. He nods his head and you scoff, “guess all my hard work went to waste..” he raises an eyebrow at you.

“What do you mean by that?” He lifts your face up by your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I never liked him, I was just using him to make you jealous. Pity that it didn’t work.” He looks annoyed now and scoffs, “on purpose huh?” You unbuckle his pants and he gets serious fast. You shoot him a look and he gives a reassuring nod. You slide down his pants and underwear. You’re mouth waters fast as the sight, you wonder when he will finally fill you up. You lick a clean strip up his cock as you let your Salivia fall out your mouth and on him. His head falls forward at your movement. “What happened? You were all serious a moment ago,” you tease him and he keeps his head down. You drag your hand smoothly up and down, keeping a steady rhythm. His hips buck forward and a whimper falls out his mouth.

“It feels so good,” he whispers. You had never touched him like this. He always made up an excuse and only wanted to pleasure him. This had been built up for a while. “It feels good, Minnie?” His mouth falls open at your little nickname for him, you know he had a soft spot for it. You begin to suck on him and his hand travels into your hair. You let him tangle into it and guide your head. His whimpers and moans are so pleasing to your ears. You looked up at him through your lashes, he was a sight for sore eyes. He pulled you up by your hair harshly, “get on the bed.” You quickly obeyed and crawled onto the bed.

He pulls his damp shirt off and crawls onto the bed. He slide off your shirts but leaves your panties on. All this teasing and build up has you soaked. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” You teasingly open one then the other and lean your hips forward. He groans at the sight and brings his head down to your inner thighs. He places a wet peck which makes you gasp at the sensation. His thumb grazes over your wet spot and you move your hips to get more friction. “So inpatient,” he coos as he hooks his finger inside your panties. Only to let it go to snap against you, a pathetic whimper leaves your mouth. He smirks as he shuts your legs close, he bites softly on your hip. You squirm a bit as he finally takes your underwear in his teeth and drags it off you.

You grab him and pull him up to your lips. You can’t help but want him, need him. Your legs spread open again as he settles between them. His hand creeps up your thigh and onto your folds. You moan into his mouth as his fingers play with you. His thumb traces around your clit and you have to force yourself to pull away from his lips. “Can’t take the heat, princess?” You clench around nothing at this new nickname. Yes, give you the princess treatment. “Please, Minnie,” you start to beg. “I need you so bad,” you push up your hips hoping he’ll finally relieve you. He smiles, “you sure?” You nod your head crazily, “yes please. I need you.”

With your reassurance, he finally gives you what you want. His arms rest next to your head, lips just inches away. He lines himself up and slides into you. The burn of him stretching you out scared you for a moment, but then it goes away. The pain replaced with pleasure. He feels so deep inside you, feeling so full. He slowly pulls out then back in, the feeling of butterflies rush inside your tummy. You can hear his soft moans in your ear, he’s resisting so hard. Hearing his noises are so satisfying to you. He thrusts a harsh stroke and you moan loudly, the pleasure had increased. “Please Minnie, go harder.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, giving more access for him to go harder. He begins to thrust long hard strokes into you, you feel like you’re in cloud 9. Whimpers and moans cloud the room, both of yours. He babbles a, “I love you,” as he continues his thrusts. Your eyes roll back when he reaches the gummy part inside of you. His hands begin to travel around your body, then finally resting around your neck. He squeezes softly at first to see if your play with it, you immediately grip his hand to go harder.

He changed your position so you’re on your stomach, your face smashed into his pillow. His thrusts feel even more heavenly in this position. He continues to hit and hit in your gummy spot. You feel drool fall out of your mouth as your eyes roll back constantly. He pulls you by your hair and makes you kiss him, nothing but tongue and teeth gnashing. You begin to feel this knot in your stomach as your moans become more and more high pitched. You can feel his nails dig into your hips, which will probably bruise later. You push back into him, aligning with his thrusts. Your legs begin to shake as your arms give out on you.

You yell out Seungmin’s name multiple times and he shushes you, “shh princess.. Finish for me.” You mind and vision get foggy as the only thing you can focus on is this drunk dazed high. You feel an knot and an explode of pleasure. Your body trembles as your breathing is harsh. You feel a warm liquid rush inside you as Seungmin lets out a loud groan. He feel him pull out and feel sore now between your legs. You fall into your back and he comes towards you.

He pulls you into a kiss on your bruised lips. You entangles your hands together, his eyes so full of love. “I love you, y/n.” He once again tells you. He caresses the hair out of your face. “I love you, Seungmin.” He smiles big and pulls you into him. Pulling the covers over and you get comfortable. “I’m gonna marry you someday,” you giggle at his words. “Just you wait.”

~

A/n~ i cant with all this lovey dovey stuff. It makes me feel so lonely😭

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Sunny Disposition

Bridget Carleton x Connecticut!Reader

Timeline’s messed up by like a year or two midway through the story but whatever

There will be a part 2 :)

Bridget knew you well before you had come to the W. She’d met you on the court in college, at the beginning of the season, when UConn had flown to Iowa for a game against Iowa State. You were the shortest on both teams, a 5 '4 point guard, with the sunniest smile she had ever seen. It was a sweet, genuine grin that even Geno couldn’t help but return, along with kind eyes that screamed trust. She could easily remember how you’d directed that smile at her when you’d shaken her hand before the game, giving an adorably quiet “good luck” before walking off to rejoin your teammates. It was refreshing to meet someone from a different team who was so friendly on the college basketball scene, but Bridget couldn’t help but feel a little bad- people like that tended to get eaten alive on the court. It was only natural, of course, since in sports, kindness was viewed as weakness.

That’s why she was surprised when the ball was passed to the top of the arc, and there you were, a downright scary scowl on your previously sweet face, and zero hesitation in your movements as you broke your defender’s ankles for a gorgeous step-back three. Bridget could remember thinking how cold that was, but it was nothing in comparison to what came at the end of the fourth quarter. Iowa State were on the attack, and their ball movement that particular possession had been flawless. It had gone from wing to wing, from in the paint to the top of the arc, and once the UConn defense had been spread far and thin, the ball was passed to Bridget inside the paint. She had taken the quickest of glances around her, but upon only seeing you in the paint with her, she went for the easy layup. After all, she towered over you. She was 6’1, and you were 5’4. There was no need to try and fake you out- you wouldn’t be able to block her anyway. So she jumped, letting the ball leave her hand, ready to run back on defense after the bucket.

But the bucket never came. Bridget remembered how, in the air, she’d blinked, and when she’d opened her eyes, the ball was gone. It had bounced out of bounds, picked up by the ref standing just outside the baseline. Your teammates had all slapped you (grinning, of course) on the back in excitement, yelling, and it was obvious that it was you who denied Bridget the layup- the small, sunny, 5 '4 guard who couldn’t touch the top of Bridget’s head on your tiptoes.

She’d probably watched the clips of that block a hundred times that week, when you’d jumped well over two and a half feet and spiked the ball far from the basket like a volleyball player. It was clear to her, after seeing that clip, that your vertical was some part of your training. Even when you ran, you were explosive, every step bouncy and strong. That’s why, three years later, when Bridget was in her second year in the W, and you were a senior in college, Bridget still watched your games. She was still so impressed by you and your unique but effective style of play- and she couldn’t deny she didn’t find you cute, either. Before, she’d really only watch your highlights, but now, she’d watch your interviews, your pre-game and post-game conference appearances, and your social media videos. You simply had all her attention- and it was the reason why she was so excited to see you drafted by the Connecticut Sun. You being drafted meant a chance to see you again, and this time, a chance to get to know you.

-

“-Phee, you’re guarding Y/L/N!” Cheryl yelled over the roar of the crowd at Target Center. “I don’t know what that girl’s on, but clearly no one else is capable of defending that tiny ass guard!” She gave a pointed look to Bridget, Alanna, and Kayla, and they all averted their gazes. “We’ve beat Connecticut countless times before, all we gotta do is shut down that UConn kid!”

Bridget snuck a glance over to the Sun’s bench, where the team was dispersing from their own huddle. You had a water bottle in hand, wiping the sweat off your face with a towel, somehow looking even better than you had in college. It wasn’t fair, Bridget thought, how captivating you were. She quickly returned her attention to the Lynx huddle as the team wrapped up, with her and the other starters heading back to the court. She shook her head, trying to get focused. The Lynx had a game to win.

-

The Lynx did not, in fact, end up winning, losing by an embarrassing 27 points to the Sun. You’d had a great game, zooming past whoever was guarding you and either making the tough shot over defenders, or making the pass to an open teammate. It was especially lethal when you chucked the ball to Marina Mabrey, who was known for her three-point shooting capabilities. That combined with a strong Connecticut defense had been too much for the Lynx, and the game had ended much differently than was expected.

“Good game,” you shook Bridget’s hand, smiling at her, and she prayed she wasn’t red in the face- it was the same smile you’d had on your face the first time she saw you at the UConn vs Iowa State game, and it was still as adorable and endearing as it had been then.

“Good game,” she managed to say back without stuttering. “You were amazing out there.”

Your grin widened, and it took nearly everything Bridget had to keep her legs steady. “Thanks. Suppose you’d know it best, considering you were the first person I blocked in college.”

The Canadian was sure that if she wasn’t red before, she was now. “I-I- yeah.”

“I’m just kidding,” you patted her on the shoulder. “Nice seeing you.”

Bridget smiled awkwardly, giving you an embarrassing thumbs-up. “You too.”

She swore internally as you walked away, trying not to watch your retreating figure. She’d never been so awkward in her life, and of course it would be in an arena full of fans and in front of the girl she liked.

“BC! You didn’t tell us you had a crush,” Kayla whispered with a smirk, making Bridget jolt. “You like the UConn girl, huh?”

“Shut up, no I don’t!” Bridget whispered defensively. “She’s just cute. I mean nice. Nice! Nice, I said! Nice! K-Mac, shut up!”

The shooting guard struggled to hold in her cackles, forehead resting on Bridget’s shoulder. “You- nah, I can’t,” her body shook with laughter, drawing some of your nearby teammates’ attention. “That was all you, BC. I didn’t even have to wrangle that info outta you.”

“Shut up! People are looking,” Bridget hissed, red. “You better not say anything to anyone.”

“I won’t, I won’t,” Kayla assured, still trying to hold in her giggles. “I’m not gonna say anything, I promise.”

Bridget wiped her face with a towel, trying to discreetly cover her flushed face. “You better not. If I hear you let something slip I swear to God I will end you.”

Kayla snickered. “Who knew being in love would make you so feisty?”

Bridget chucked her dirty towel straight at her. “Shut up!”

[sharky857]

Gamer Bond

PREMISE: Long time no posting a fic in here. Yep, I wrote one, which can also be found on my AO3 (if you have an accounjt over there).

I may or may be not slightly Amir-starved since the mall has gone POOF until this coming winter, and I felt a mild mighty need to write a self-indulgent and cutesy ficcy.

Besides Ao3, you'll see it also by clicking/tapping "keep reading" in this very post. Enjoy~!

(Minor warning for explicit language -thanks, Damienne- and past bullying -thanks, Amir's brain-)

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Lately there had been a lot of visitors in that mall.

Like… A lot lot.

Seemingly, he couldn’t really care less. None of them had seemed like a threat this whole time and his other squad mates had been overall chill as well. Besides, most of them would hang out nearby the stage, dancing and vibing to the only, forever-looped, On-Lyne’s song.

But he too had spotted them nonetheless with the corner of his eye, while sprinting non-stop from an arcade game to another. Despite the overall semi-darkness, it had been quite hard to miss them, especially the glowier ones.

Some kept on showing up with their own “warframes”, as if they’d wanted to keep their real identity a secret or something, while others were there in person; sometimes it was only an adult, some other times a lone kid. And a few had been bold enough to show up in pairs.

Like these two young ladies.

For some reason, apparently so far only Eleanor knew of the real nature of these “visitors”, given how she would reassure them that their “secret” was safe with her.

However, these two seemed not fussed by being seen together. One was a scrawny kid with her mahogany hair side shaved except for some long, straight locks to each side of her face and some kind of ponytail to match, dressed mostly in a dark olive green. The other had only a different-looking outfit, but the colours were identical, as well as the hairstyle.

They too were clearly two faces of the same coin, like any other of those “visitors”, but they also didn’t give a crap about being seen together like that. If anyone had ever tried to inquire them, the pair could’ve merely said that they were “big sis” and “lil sis”, as they would often refer to themselves also when they were on their own.

= = = =

“Psh, isn’t that guy too old for games?”

Amir had barely heard the scoffing remark an imposing redhead had just whispered to the unknown black Gyre next to them.

The technician couldn’t help but have a quick flashback of his own childhood and some bullies.

Mocked for the bouncy legs and restless hands. Teased for being a weakling with little to no stamina. Taunted for being a geeky nerdy loser. Scoffed and scolded for making “weirdass and annoying noises”. Shouted at for seemingly not paying attention in class.

Enough!

Dear brain, don’t you fuckin’ dare to go there again! Different times. Past times. Gone times.

‘Sides, both those guys and those teachers were probably one with the Techrot by now, while he was still Amir Beckett and getting the jackpot of those neat superhuman powers, which also improved his own stamina greatly.

Haha! Who’s the geeky nerdy loser now?

With his own confidence restored and without losing his focus on the ongoing games, Amir was about to scoff right back at the pair standing on the entrance, when…

“Aren’t you too young to be judgemental grumps?”

A young woman with a hairstyle to match that of a young girl next to her asked nonchalantly as she stepped into the arcade room from another entrance.

“Ugh, you two must be real unfun at parties.” The shorter kid next to her crossed her arms. “Just… kindly piss off.”

The other duo stood agape for a brief second.

“… Watch your mouth, scrub. Unless-”

“Unless what, fuckwad?” Both “Damiennes” took a single step forwards, which made the others two instinctively take a step back.

“You really wanna go?” The shorter Damienne cracked her knuckles with a feral grin. “I’ve heard that Uncle Teshin’s place is lovely to visit this time of the day.” She added, referring to the “Conclave”, where all Tenno could spar with their own peers.

The redhead was about to snap right back, when a small nudge from the black Gyre caught their attention.

The warframe brought a bent hand midway between her own collarbone and the throat, then moved it back and forth a couple times while slightly shaking her head.

Just forget about them.

The dickhead only cast one last glare at the other duo. And then, without saying another word, they stormed away with the warframe silently following suit.

“Yeah, go back to the nursing home, asshat.” Damienne scoffed, before getting a nudge from her own Drifter.

“Now don’t push it, lil sis.” The older counterpart hummed, albeit with an amused smirk.

“Ungh! This violent video game is… influencing my emotions! Societal norms… eroding! Morality… subsumed! I. MUST. KILL!”

Amir’s small ramble brought the attention of the two back inside the arcade room.

There was quite an amount of arcade machines in there, most of them functional, but two in particular seemed to be so very good to cause the technician to constantly dash back and forth between them.

Amir had figured a way to get his clues for when to go from a game to another.

Whenever he would hear his character taking damage in the fighting game, the technician would send the ball as high as possible inside the pinball and then instantly dart to deliver as many blows as he could to the AI-controlled opponent on the other arcade game, all while keeping an eye -or better: an ear- at the sounds coming from the pinball machine itself. And when he would hear the small ball hitting some specific bouncers on the pinball machine, Amir would perform a combo that could leave the opponent momentarily stunned, and then immediately dash back to the pinball.

And of course, usually all this would also require all of his focus.

“Ohh… He really needs to teach me how to multitask like this!” Damienne remarked, observing the other in action.

Not getting a response from her older counterpart, the Tenno looked around, only to find “big sis” standing in front of the free pinball machine, silently staring at it. Had she been a Kavat, her pupils would’ve been fully dilated too.

The whimsical music… The mechanical sounds… The way those smooth and big buttons felt under her gloved fingertips… The clicking noises of the flippers in motion… The light show…

Something had definitely clicked inside older Damienne’s head, something real good that had just tickled her inner gamer soul just right.

That was gonna be a blast and a half to try out!

There was only one, small catch: apparently, the machine wanted to feed off some “coin”. Which neither Damienne nor Damienne had any, for obvious reasons.

“Uhm…” The Drifter turned to Amir, trying to talk fast before he would zoom once again to the fighting game. “Is there any way to fire this baby up in an alternative way, besides coins?”

As expected, first Amir zoomed to the fighting game, dashing back to his pinball machine a moment later; without breaking eye contact with said machine, he swiftly released a tiny blue spark right into the crack that would usually accept coins.

That second pinball machine immediately stirred to life, and a small, metal ball was released on the launching ramp, ready to be, in fact, launched.

“There you go, sister.” He hummed. “A little zap, and... infinite credit! No more insert coin!” The other explained with a mischievous grin, before pondering something.

“Not that we could insert coin. We have no coin.” He added. “Once we had coin, but now Aoi has smooshed all the coin.”

“Coinnnn.” Amir muttered to himself as he dashed yet again to the other game.

Damienne nodded her acknowledgement, not fazed in the slightest by what others would’ve described as “a weird quirk”.

Both herself and her younger counterpart -who had silently taken a note to bring “Zappy” along as well, next time- were already quite used to all sort of “peculiar habits” from their friends and acquaintances.

“Thanks, Amir. I owe you one.” The older Damienne smiled warmly.

“No biggie.” The other answered the moment he sprinted back to his own pinball machine.

There was only a brief pause where he zoomed to the fighting game and back, then he added: “How d’you know my name, anyway?”

“A lil’ lady snitched on you.” Damienne jokingly referred to Aoi, as her own Drifter -after getting more accustomed to all buttons and levers of the pinball machine- started her own game, unable to wait any longer.

As if to confirm the words of the younger Tenno, the familiar voice of Aoi reminding Amir “to hydrate” echoed all the way from the long gone music store.

“Oh… Aight.” The technician nodded as he dashed from a game back to another for the who-was-even-counting time.

“Hmh, I noticed she says so a fuck-a-ton lot of times.” Damienne hummed. “You… did remember to hydrate, right?” She took a small step forwards as she leaned slightly towards the technician, while being careful not to stand in the way of his zoomies. “Riiiight?”

“I… can’t really recall right now.” Amir replied with a hint of awkwardness.

“Bruh, how long have you even been in here?” The older Damienne inquired, barely moving her gaze from the colourful lights.

“Uhhh…”

No, he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he’d been in there for literal hours. Amir honestly had not the slightest clue how long he had been (hyper)focusing on those games.

“Good question.”

“Well… No matter. Damienne to the rescue!” The Tenno mimicked a superhero pose, then trotted to a corner of the arcade room, where she had spotted a couple of vending machines.

“Ahh… I haven’t fixed those yet!” The technician warned the kiddo.

He didn’t need to divert his gaze from his games to know what the other was intended to do, as those vending machines were the closest source of “hydration”.

“Oh, no need to wait for a fix.” The other hummed back.

“Hold up! You… fixed everything in here?” The Drifter counterpart asked as she stared at the ball bouncing between a bouncer and another. “Must’ve taken you forever!”

“Eh, not really.” Now from the fighting game, Amir shrugged lightly. “It’s all basic wiring, nothing too fancy. Even a rookie electrician could’ve done the job, if we had any around. Maybe the biggest challenge have been those speakers near the stage. Wasn’t really as easy navigating through all that techrot over there.” He went on as he dashed back to the pinball, then grinned as he kept his gaze firmly on the ball. “But hey, I did it! Although now we’re kinda forever stuck with that literal brainrot of a song. But I don’t really mind it, Aoi seems to enjoy it, and the others seem to just ignore it.”

“It-it-it~…” The technician chanted under his breath for a brief moment.

“Dunno if I can say the same for Quincy, though.” He then resumed like nothing happened. “His little target practice corner is right next to that stage… Still low-key waiting for the day he’ll snap for good and use the speakers as alternative targets.”

Amir’s small rambling was momentarily covered by the noise of a couple of hard kicks against the side of one of the vending machines, followed suit by the unmistakable noise of soda cans hitting the floor.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” The younger Damienne hummed as she picked the cans up and trotted back to the pinball games.

Seizing the opportunity of her own ball bouncing close to the upper side of the pinball, for a brief second “big sis” Damienne simply stared at her in a quizzical manner: why didn’t “lil sis” just make use of “that Void fuckery beam”?

The answer came to the Drifter shortly after: Damienne had just wanted to grab a few cans, not to blow a vending machine sky high.

“Hmmm…” The Tenno hummed pensively, staring at the cans in her arms.

“What’s the matter?” Her Drifter inquired, resuming her game.

“Hmmmmm…” The other hummed again, until it hit her. “Ah, I knew something’s still missing!” Damienne eventually replied, then left the cans neatly on the edge of the Drifter’s pinball machine and darted outside the arcade room, while shouting “I’ll be right back!”

= = = =

Straws. That’s what was still missing. Straws to drink from the cans while keeping on gaming non-stop.

It wasn’t just any straw; “lil sis” had rushed to the Pizza Byte place and grabbed a handful of the silly-looking ones with intricate hoops.

No, the Tenno didn’t care about them looking silly.

…

Okay, she had picked them also because they were kinda cute.

But the main reason was practicality, as those were much longer than the regular straws she had first fished from behind that counter.

“Is there any flavour you may fancy, sir?” The younger Damienne held the cans of soda high enough for Amir to have a glance with the corner of his eye, while jokingly pretending to be some kind of waitress from a fancy restaurant.

“Grapes, please.” The other answered.

“I don’t like raspberry.” He then grumbled under his breath as he moved back to the fighting game. “Tried it once, and my whole body wanted to curl up in a miserable ball of pain and suffering.”

When the technician made his way back to the pinball, there was a grapes-flavoured soda can open and ready to be chugged. Silly yet practical straw included, of course, which “lil sis” had also made herself sure to match the colour to the scribbled grapes on the side.

“There you go, buddy. I now declare you out of the dehydration danger zone~”

Amir cracked a shy smile.

“Thank you.”

He then cast a very fleeting glance at the “big sis” right next to him, as her younger self opened a can of strawberry soda for her own Drifter -setting a “silly straw” in a pink colour in it-.

“And… thanks for earlier as well.” He murmured, referring to the way the two Damiennes had dealt with the other duo.

“No biggie.” The other hummed, returning his smile. “Some people just need to learn the concept of minding one’s own fuckin’ business.”

“Oh, definitely.” The other agreed.

A mild tugging recalled older Damienne’s attention, cutting the conversation short.

“Sooo… When is gonna be my turn?” The Tenno asked expectantly.

“When this big sis will lose this ball.” The Drifter answered after a brief pondering. Then smiled smugly “Which might take a while. I think I’m getting the hang of this baby.” She added teasingly.

With the corner of her eye, the Drifter caught a glimpse of a mischievous smirk on the other’s face.

“Don’t even think about it, or I’ll get back at you.”

“You know I won’t lose this easily~” The other hummed back.

“Hmmm? I don’t recall the Ludoplex has a pinball game installed.”

“The- what?” Amir asked.

“Ludoplex.” Both Drifter and Operator answered simultaneously.

“I got it a while ago from Simaris.” The latter then added. “It comes with a small handful of games. They aren’t much, but they’re good.”

“Though the Happy Zephyr one always makes me want to chunk the whole thingy straight into the Void…” The former grumbled.

“Yeahhh, that one is the bad shit.” The younger Damienne agreed. “But Wyrmius and Framefighters are the good shit. Especially Framefighters.”

Then she turned to Amir. “You know what? Next time we’ll visit, I will bring the Ludoplex!” The Tenno grinned. “If you like beating the shit outta a bunch of programmed bots,” Operator Damienne nodded briefly towards the fighting arcade game to underline her words, “you may definitely love beating the shit outta other players. Framefighters is fully PVP.”

“Is that an invitation to party?” The technician hummed with a small smirk as he dashed back from said fighting game to the pinball machine, mimicking the stereotypical manner of speech of some main character from a generic action movie.

“Yup!” Both Operator and Drifter answered simultaneously once again.

“Aight… Count me in, girls!”

[notquitecanon]

Ghosting // John Constantine x Reader

to quote Tumblr, I love when my girlies are a little off. a little weird. off putting.

tw: murder implication

"What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" 

The first time John Constantine saw you, he clocked you right off the bat. Dead. Passed on. Haunting. A spirit, apparition… 

A ghost. 

Sure, the warlock was a bit tossed, but you were definitely otherworldly. His words were supposed to be sarcastic, one of the wisecracks he was known for. 

Still, you just turned to him confused before a kind yet playful smirk pulled your face up. With a cocked head you answered, "I bet you say that to all the girls." 

You knew the blonde was different the moment you set eyes on him. Mostly because he looked at you and truly saw you. You had been gliding through life for a while now feeling like even the people who saw you and heard you, didn’t truly. Like you were a shadow in the corner of their eye or a whisper just quiet enough to write off. 

Still, this corner of the city was different. You felt more alive here, people seemed more interested in your presence…. And then this man came along, all blind arrogance and charming accent wrapped in a fluttering trench coat and a red tie like a bow on a gift. You had seen him around before, always with a card up his sleeve and a cigarette between his teeth. 

John mirrored your cocked head, giving you another scrutinizing once over. He cleared his throat and stepped closer, steeping you in the smell of cigarettes, herbs, tea, and aftershave, "What’s keeping you here, luv?" 

Your eyebrows knitted together, what an odd question. The sun had barely gone down and the city was just coming alive, why would you be leaving? There was still so much to see, hear, feel, taste, dance, and do. So much life around you. 

So you simply smiled again, motioning to the couples on the dance floor, "Everything. Nothing. Something in between." 

"Are you always this bloody vague?" He gruffed through a long drag of his cig, unamused by your non answer. 

"Are you always this nosy?" You challenged. A feeling you had forgotten about bubbled up in your stomach- that giddy bouncy feeling you get when your playfully arguing with someone, trying not to laugh while you wait in anticipation for their next witty retort. It had been so long since someone talked to you like this. 

The man laughed- somewhere between a chuckle and a snort- and hung his head, "Yeah, you’d think I’d have learned my lesson by now, and yet here I bloody am. What’s your name, luv?" 

"(Y/N)." You offered, holding out your hand. The blonde looked confused, staring at your outstretched hand- his discerning eyes flicked from your waiting fingers- decidedly dimmer than the rest of you- to your eyes- just sad enough to feel haunting. Slowly, hesitantly, he moved to take it. 

When his hand touched yours, he expected to go straight through. Theoretically, you should be noncorporeal, but the moment his calloused fingers touched yours there was something akin to a static shock, but softer, a rounder feeling as you wrapped your hand around his. 

Your touch, at first, felt normal, if not worryingly chilled, but the longer he shook your hand, the more frayed the edges of your form felt. As if he was holding on to pure ethereal energy, a manifestation of your very soul- which, if he was right, he was. 

John shook your hand slowly, staring at the interlocked embrace in confusion. You seemed unaffected, if not a little confused by his incredulous expression. So you cleared your throat, even though to John it sounded more like a distant rattling of glass, a memory he couldn’t quite place before your voice followed, seemingly just off kilter to how your lips moved, a new sensation. John released your hand, realizing he was spending too much of your energy and not only had you initiated it, you weren’t stopping him. People who had previously spared you a glance now were staring straight through you, your voice took a more echoed whispery property, your appearance became wispy almost, like a feathered edge to an old photograph- John reckoned he could only still see you because now he was trying. 

"And you are?" 

John watched you for a moment now with his hands at his side. You seemed to almost recharge, life returning to your eyes, seeming more in place among the living, lips catching up to your words. You didn’t even seem to notice, just looking at him expectantly, "How much have you had to drink?" 

"Not nearly enough." The Brit muttered, wiping a hand over his face, not missing how you seemed to flicker between his fingers, "I’m Constantine. John Constantine." 

____

John came back the next day, this time in broad daylight. 

You had disappeared after at least two hours of frustrating yet enticing fickle non answers when John flagged down the barkeep for another pint, before he could get any real answer out of you. There was something about you that drew John in- something happy and yet melancholic all at once, almost like a longing look in your eyes as you watched others around you. And nothing could catch John’s eye like a troubled soul- mortal or not. 

Still, he had never encountered a spirit like you. You seemed so ordinary that if it wasn’t for the micro indicators and John’s lifetime of expertise, he could have written you off as an odd human, maybe a mortal that had been unknowingly touched by the paranormal. Odd for a human…. yet an absurdly ‘normal’ ghost. 

You appeared a full manifestation, head to toe, no mist or wisps surrounding you, completely opaque save for the occasional flicker. You spoke and moved and laughed like a normal human until something caught your eye and you went eerily still, exuding a slight aura that disappeared as soon as you blinked. Things moved when you touched them, except when John noticed they would lag or move prematurely sometimes. People around you noticed your presence, some keenly aware and some just out of the corner of their eye, and yet sometimes people would stare straight through you. John wondered if it was his supernatural keenness that brought and kept you in such sharp focus…

You didn’t seem to have some great power to justify this form, this existence. You seemed like an ordinary person going about their life in the city. Most ‘ordinary’ ghosts struggled to make themselves known and were lucky to manage the same phrase repeated over and over, spent years of spiritual energy to rattle a window pane or appear as a shadow in a mirror. Higher powered and or the older spirits simply glided about, able to be seen and heard and yet either unaware of those around them or resentful of the living- those spotted lurking in windows and caught in the corner of film. And then there were the poltergeists and meaner spirits whose power only came from rage, only good for cruelty, spitting and shredding everything good around them. 

You fit in none of these categories. You weren’t malevolent or bitter or oblivious to those around you. If anything, you were too full of life, too eager to fit in with the living and not eager to do anything specific. It frustrated and interested the experienced paranormal expert who swore he had seen everything. 

When he didn’t find you in the bar, he asked the bartender on shift. You had implied you spent a good bit of time there. Constantine gave a thorough description, from how you looked to how you were dressed to how you spoke. The bartender had knitted his eyebrows, opening and closing his mouth a couple times like there was an answer on the tip of his tongue, a name he couldn’t quite place, a memory on the verge of being forgotten.

"Sorry, man, I swear that sounds familiar but-" the barkeep apologized again with slumped shoulders but John waved him off. 

"No worries, mate, forget I asked." 

As he exited the bar back onto the sunny street, he lit a cigarette, eyes scanning the area. It was perfectly possible he’s never see you again. Maybe you’d spent a decades worth of spiritual energy just to be seen that night. Maybe you just needed one last night before you moved on. Maybe you were gone. 

"Those things will kill you, haven’t you heard?" A familiar voice sent chills down his spine that no longer bothered him, somehow distant and whispered at the same time. 

You, from your favorite bench in the park across the street had seen John Constantine enter the bar. It had been a wonder you kept yourself from following him, there was just something about him that made you feel real, alive. He was funny and quirky, cynical as he was handsome, complete with an accent that left you wanting more. You hadn’t meant to leave last night, truly you don’t know why you did, but the moment he took his eyes off you, it was like your battery died. You honestly didn’t remember much about getting home or your morning- you blamed the drinks. But there he was again, just as handsome with the sun reflecting off his dirty blonde hair. You couldn’t resist the teasing that bubbled you your throat. 

Finally, he turned to you, eyes scanning you just as sharply as the night prior. Somewhere between checking you out and terminator vision- had anyone else done it, it would have been creepy but he… When John did it, you just felt seen. It was nice to feel seen. 

"If I live long enough for these to kill me, I’ll be thrilled." His dark humor made you laugh and you swore his lip ticked up for a moment before he continued, "You weren’t in the bar."

Your eyebrows crinkled but your smile remained, as if to say ‘duh’. 

"Wouldn’t you be more concerned if I was in the bar at this hour? Sure it’s five o clock somewhere, but not here." You shrugged falling in line beside him, John took a long drag of his cigarette,

Clearly troubled but changing the subject. 

"You left without saying goodbye. Didn’t even see you leave."

You squinted against the sun before dropping your eyes, "I don’t remember much after our conversation. I think I had too much to drink."

"You didn’t-" John, confused shook his head, not able to tell if you were joking or not, "You didn’t drink anything last night." 

Which was true. You hadn’t touched a drop all night, though had multiple times mentioned how good the bartender made drinks. Genuine confusion flashed across your body resulting in a sudden breeze that you didn’t seem to notice. Your smile crunched into a confused look before smoothing back out to your default, as if the breeze blew away the truth, "Listen, I know you guys across the pond drink like fish, but not all of us have such a tolerance." 

You giggled at your own joke not bothering to recollect the actual events of the night. This only troubled John further, was this some prolonged but you were committed to? Instead of doubling down, he switched tactics. 

"What did you say your last name was again?" 

This time when the question look returned, it stayed. Eyebrows knitting together, smile dropping. You didn’t notice you had stopped walking until John got a few steps ahead of you before turning to look back at you. 

"My what?" 

"Last name, luv. I told you mine, but I only got your first." He pressed, watching you carefully, eyes narrowing. Surely, you hadn’t forgot to tell him your name, you thought. John continued, "(Y/N) what?"

Forcing a giggle, you cleared your throat, "oh it’s…" 

You thought for a moment, (Y/N) what? Eyes filling with confusion as they met John’s, your forced smile dropping as well.

"(Y/N)…" you trailed off again, not understanding the blank spot, how did you not know your own last name. Anxiety bubbled up as you racked your brain, eyes leaving John’s to look around as if the answer was written on the city sidewalk. You had one, everyone did, why couldn’t you think of it? (y/n) ____, the space only filled by a aching void in your mind, as if it wanted to be filled. You ran a hand over through your hair as if tugging your scalp would jog the memory, "My name is (y/n)…"!

John watched you mutter to yourself, your entire demeanor changing as you tried to come up with an answer. A blustering wind almost blew his cigarette out, flapping his tie around his neck as his coat billowed around him. He noticed the wind only got stronger as you caved in on yourself, eyes quickly becoming unsure and frightened, even though your hair and clothes stayed still, unmarred by the sudden change in weather. 

"My name, my name how do I not know my name," your voice was becoming sharp, knowing in your heart that something was wrong. John, always softer than he wanted others to believe, tried to ignore how his heart clenched at the sight and before he could stop himself, he waded through the now choppy winds that seemed to be in pace with your stuttering breaths. 

"Your name is (Y/N), forgive me for asking, it’s none of my business." John assured you, paying no mind to your frantic eyes searching his for answers. His hand grabbed yours, producing that same feathered shock. This time you felt it, distracting you as the wind slowed from blustering to gusty. 

"But my-" 

"Forget I asked, luv." He cut you off, quickly squeezing your hand. His skin was so warm on yours that it was all you could focus on. John, however, was noting everything about you. 

Your hair was untouched by the wind, clothes the same as the night before, after your amnesiac fit, your appearance seemed hazy around the edges, you hand seemed too light in his grasp, and around your neck was a gold necklace that stated your name in scrawling font between your collarbones. 

John frowned. That was probably the only reason you knew your first name. The memory loss wasn’t uncommon in spirits- unfinished business paired with amnesia left souls wandering the mortal planes for centuries. A cruel joke from the higher powers. 

Still, after the weather display- something even mid level entities struggled with and you had done without even noticing- he was afraid pressing the issue would result in pushing you into poltergeist territory. 

And there was something about your sweet smile or maybe your longing eyes, John had to immediately dismiss the thought of you becoming vengeful and cruel. That would make you a problem and he was the one who took care of paranormal problems. 

His thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand, not ignoring but embracing the tingling sensation the prolonged contact sent into his bones, "Take a breath, luv."

Your breathing slowed as the wind came to a sudden halt, dropping kicked up leaves and paper where they were. Your eyes never left his, lips still mouthing questions, but John allowed you to clutch him like a life preserver even when your hand started to slip through his like fog. 

After a minute, this gave him a front row ticket as he watched the frightened awareness in your eyes glaze over. Your entire body relaxed, gaze softening, smile returning as if someone pressed reset. 

Once you hand had completely phased through his, you blinked once, then twice, your eyebrow twitched just slightly before you took a step back, "I’m sorry, what were you saying?" 

As if you hadn’t just panicked up a hurricane. As if you had no memory of the last two minutes. John’s eyebrows furrowed again, shoving his still tingling hand in his pocket. 

"Oh nothing, just admiring your necklace." He lied easily, flicking his cigarette into the nearest potted plant. Your fingers flew to your neck, tracing the golden scrawl. 

"This old thing? I’ve had it for as long as I can remember." You smiled fondly. 

Constantine didn’t doubt it. 

Then, out of no where you yawned. Suddenly, between one blink and the next, looking very tired, dark shadows appearing under your eyes and cheeks suddenly becoming gaunt. 

"Sorry, I’m exhausted! Couldn’t tell you why though." You chuckled through another nod, shaking your head though the motion seemed almost blurred. Your words were off kilter with your mouth again, and your hands and feet seemed hazy giving you an almost hovering appearance. John realized between the prolonged contact and wind show, you must be spent. Your smile was tired but your eyes were as sweet as ever, "I’ll see you around, John." 

And before the exorcist could stop you, you gliding in a random direction, appearance fizzling away with every step until you had completely disappeared, leaving the air charged with that same strange static your hands held. 

It was then John realized what was really going on. The memory loss, the panic, the power, the longing and liveliness… 

His jaw hardened as his eyes set on where you had been, fighting down the sad feeling in his chest. 

You didn’t know you were dead. And with this sort of power, your death had to have been something gruesome. John thought of your kind eyes and sweet smile... his jaw clenched.

You would go on half living forever if someone didn’t stop you, no memory of who you truly were and no knowledge of how to move on. Slowly,

It would drive you mad. John was surprised it hadn’t already. 

And for better or for worse, John Constantine was incapable of leaving pretty, troubled girls alone.

[edupunkn00b]

Roomies, Ch. 3: My Brother's Best Friend

Prev - My Brother's Best Friend - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 3028 - Rated: This chapter, G-ish - CW: vaguely suggestive

Patton, Remus, Roman, and Logan at breakfast the next morning

By the time Remus cracked open his eyes the next morning, Patton was already up, hair damp and bouncy from a shower, fully dressed with his bed made. “Damn, Patton,” he groaned, pushing back his weighted blanket and stretching. “It’s college, not boot camp.”

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed, high pitched and brittle, and looked down at his feet with a little shrug. 

Fuck. Remus dragged a hand through his hair. You’re trying to not freak him out, remember?

“Guess I just got in the habit, y’know?” Patton continued, filling the silence. “Be a good role model for my campers. Oh!” He looked up, eyes wide, feet shuffling back. “I—I didn’t wake you, did I? I can—”

“Nah, man,” Remus yawned and swung his legs over to one side of the bed. “You’re good, really. Honestly, I’m impressed.”

Patton eyed him like he was waiting for a punchline so Remus just smiled and draped the blanket over his own bed, ‘making’ it. More than he would usually bother, at least. “Hey, you hungry? Dining hall’s probably open.” He looked down at his own bare chest and laughed. “I should probably throw something on first but, then we can go together?”

He scratched his shoulder, waiting for the surprise splashed over Patton’s face to morph into some kind of answer. He’d meant for the invitation to sound confident and casual but it came out… not.

“You really want—” His jaw snapped shut and he stood as tall as his cute little 5’7” frame would let him. “Sure.” He smiled after a moment, nodding. “Yeah, um, take your time and we’ll go whenever you’re ready.”

Remus was already headed to the closet and grabbing the first tank top his hand closed on. He tugged it down over his head, pulled on his jeans from yesterday then swung around, buckling the belt. “Tada!”

It earned him an almost-laugh. Patton’s eyes sparkled, and his lips twitched into a bright pink smile. “You really meant ‘throw something on.’” 

“Yep.” He let his ‘p’ pop as he stuffed his morning meds and his ID in his jeans pocket, then shoved his feet into his boots. “After you?” he asked and opened the door.

~

The dining hall was quiet and nearly empty when they arrived, the silence marred only by a faint murmured conversation in the far corner and the clangs and beeping timers coming from the kitchen. He shuddered, the racket reminding him of his old job at McDonald’s.

Including the two of them, there were only five students in the entire dining hall. Apparently most of the campus had not arrived fresh from summer camp with an ingrained habit of early rising. Go figure.

“I’m gonna hit the—” The word ‘lavatory’ came to mind and he shook his head. He’d definitely spent way too much time around Logan. “The can,” he finally said, jerking his thumb toward the restroom doors. “Wanna grab us a table before they’re all gone?”

“Um…” Patton scanned the mostly empty room before nodding. “Sure.”

“I’ll be right back,” he promised, turning and walking backwards toward the restrooms. “I’ll bring you a coffee!”

Patton’s mouth opened but then snapped shut again before he nodded again, scanned his ID and picked up a tray.

As soon as he was out of sight, Remus backed open the swinging door and slid into the bathroom. After using the toilet he washed up and ran wet hands through his hair, wrangling his curls into something of a style. Finally, hand cupped with water from the tap, he took three tiny yellow pills, then splashed cold water over his face. Stubble pricked his palms and he frowned. He needed a shave. Patton’s face already looked baby smooth again. 

Remus chuckled. Patton really did have his whole morning thing down to a science. His stomach clenched, hunger or his meds. Or maybe just remembering Patton’s face last night. Fuck, Ro could be so blind. Had been since before high school. How he couldn’t see what was right in front of him all those years. Fucking dumba—

The restroom door swung open and a guy Remus vaguely recognized from move-in day sauntered in and gave him that weird head nod greeting. Apparently forgetting Remus could see him in the mirror, the guy’s gaze lingered on his ass as he passed. Remus grinned. That’s okay, Ro. Patton’ll find somebody who’ll appreciate him here. Plenty of pickings.

After smoothing down his mustache one more time and shoving two pieces of cinnamon gum in his mouth, Remus nodded at his own reflection. Plenty of pickings. He maybe even had some closer than he knew.

~

Once Remus had left, Patton collected his food quickly and sat at a large table far from the noise of the kitchen and alongside the windows facing the path from Ro—and Logan’s— dorm. He told himself he hoped to catch them before they sat somewhere else, or to save them from having to take one of the tables closer to the hisses and alarms in the kitchen as the dining hall slowly filled.

In a moment of honesty, though, Patton admitted to himself he was a little afraid Ro and Logan might accidentally-on-purpose not notice him when they did finally arrive. Ro was a devoted friend and he would likely be an even more devoted boyfriend. The Logan Patton remembered from school had been confident, even a little arrogant. This Logan was crushed and Ro’s tender heart felt responsible. Patton couldn't blame him if Logan pulled his attention away from anything—anyone—else.

Patton’s phone was heavy in his pocket. The only thing stopping him from double—okay, triple-texting Ro—and telling him he’d saved a seat for them at his table was last night’s Really Obviously Muscular And Nice 👑 has turned off notifications message and Patton's unread good morning text.

He took his time sprinkling pepper and salt on his eggs before taking tiny, slow bites. After a few long minutes, he spotted them in the distance, hands locked together and walking close. Patton couldn’t help but smile at Ro’s familiar stride, his excited movements, waving his arm about as he talked. Patton watched as Ro curled his other arm around Logan’s waist and pointed out the late summer blooms still clinging to the pine trees, then the bulletin board outside the dining hall, already plastered with student club announcements.

He waited for them to get closer, then rose from his chair, waving both arms when Logan seemed to notice him through the glass. Warmth filled his chest when Ro followed Logan’s gaze and waved back.

This was going to be okay. It was all going to be okay.

~

”Good morning, you two!” Patton grinned when Ro set down his tray and gave him a little half hug before taking the empty seat next to Logan.

“Have you been here long?” Ro asked, frowning as he looked around the still mostly-empty dining hall. “Alone?” he added before pursing his lips like he had more to say.

Patton shrugged. “Not alone, Remus is here, just…” 

“Couldn’t get away?” Roman frowned again and cut into his omelet. “You know, if you need me to have another talk with him about boundaries, I will.” 

Logan was quiet, watching them talk.

“I—I don’t…” Patton shook his head and smiled. “Thank you, Ro, but I don’t think it will be necessary.” 

“Pat, you don’t have to try to protect him.” Ro leaned closer, searching his eyes. “He’s my brother. Trust me, I know what he can be like.” 

Patton poked at his breakfast. Remus hadn’t been that bad. He’d even… Patton bit back a smile, remembering when Remus had tried to help Patton with his personal items, eyes closed and fumbling with the dresser and a stack of boxer shorts. Was he wrong to think it’d been kinda funny? “He’s been okay,” he said at last, nodding. “Really.” 

Ro opened his mouth but before he could continue his argument, Logan nudged his plate closer to him. “What do you think of your omelet?” he said pointedly, holding his gaze. “You should try it while it’s still warm.”

”Okay, okay,” Ro said, laughing. “I can take a hint.”

“Purportedly,” Logan said not-quite under his breath and Patton tried to hide his laugh behind a napkin.

Logan met Roman's pretend glare with his own before sipping his coffee. ”I must admit I was wrong to believe the stories of college dorm food. The offerings here appear fresh and reasonably healthy-” He cringed at the loud and protracted swooshing sound of canned whipped cream. “With some exceptions, of course.”

Roman laughed, “You should see what ten year olds do when get to put whatever they want on their pancakes. Remember my tenth birthday party?” he grinned at Patton across the table.

”That was one time!” Patton laughed. “And, for the record, ice cream on pancakes isn’t bad until it starts to melt.”

“That’s when it looks like a horror show,” Roman said, mostly to Logan.

Contemplating his own eggs, Logan hummed and took a bite. “There is an element of body horror in many of the foods we consume each morning.”

“Now you’re sounding like my brother,” Ro laughed.

Eyebrow raised, Logan turned to Ro. He nearly smiled. “Indeed.”

Ro laughed again and kissed his cheek before he looked at Patton. “Okay, since Lo brought up the body horror," he flashed Logan a smile when he sighed and made a 'go ahead' motion with his other hand. "I still don't understand how you ended up rooming with Remus.” He reached across the table and gave his hand a little squeeze. “Pat, you can tell us for real… how is it going? It’s not too late to get another room change, you know. Your parents could call the Housing Office if the RAs won’t listen to you.”

Ro's hand was warm but he let go entirely too quickly. “I…" Patton shook his head. "I… I don’t need to… An—and—and besides, Remus is fine. He’s been…” Aside from increasingly inappropriate—and ridiculous—guesses about what he’d brought in his little blue bag, Remus didn’t once try to find out what was actually inside while he’d helped him unpack. He hadn’t even touched it.

“He’s been great, actually.” Patton tried not to sound so surprised. “You know, he’s really—”

“Hey, these guys bothering you?” Remus suddenly said from behind him, setting down a tray heavy with two mugs, a pile of fruit, oatmeal and yogurt. A plate of toasted bagels and jellies teetered on top and Remus set that in the middle of their table before sitting next to him. “Don’t want Ro getting hangry on us, do we?” he winked at his brother who scowled back.

“Your company is a pleasure, as always, Re,” Ro murmured, his raised eyebrow and pursed lips saying just how much he meant it. “When we found dear Patton here dining alone we assumed you’d abandoned him for some tryst in the hallway.”

Remus threw his head back, laughing. “Nah, you woulda heard me. ‘I’m quite the screamer.’”

Logan looked up from his coffee, eyes narrowed. “Doctor Who reference?“ Remus nodded at him, his smile two shades brighter. “Fantastic,” he murmured and took another sip.

“Don’t encourage him,” Ro whispered.

“I told you he said he’d come back,” Patton said but Ro just rolled his eyes and shifted his chair a little closer to Logan.

“I sure did.” Remus took one of the steaming mugs and set it next to Patton's plate along with a little handful of creamers and sugar packets. “You like it light and sweet, right?”

“I do, but when did…” He wracked his brain, trying to remember when he might’ve told Remus how he took his coffee. He’d only started drinking it senior year and only at— “Oh, the sleepover!” he grinned up at Ro. “We stayed up all night after Homecoming.”

“That is most unhealthy,” Logan said, frowning lightly at Ro.

“Do not worry, mi amor,” Ro soothed, wrapping an arm around Logan’s shoulders before jerking his chin up at Patton. “I didn’t stay up all night, he did.”

Patton shrugged and he hoped no-one else noticed the heat crawling up his face. “I’d never had coffee before. That first cup was…” The memory of the bitter coat on his tongue made his nose scrunch and he shook his head. “It was not good.”

“It’s better with a little something in it,” Remus laughed, plunking two creamers into his own cup.

“It was,” Patton said, nodding with a little laugh. “So much better I had three cups. Don’t worry—” he said when Logan’s eyes widened. “I drink a lot less now.”

“Hm.” Logan’s grunt seemed to end the subject but he eyed the three of them like he half-expected one of them to guzzle an entire pot. Roman leaned close and whispered something in his ear. Whatever he said seemed to mollify him and when a flush grew over Ro's face at Logan's too-quiet-to-hear response, Patton returned his attention to his own coffee.

Remus coughed, loudly, and the couple stopped whispering. Logan cleared his throat and took another bite of his breakfast while Ro snagged one of the bagels Remus had brought. “Your tattoo appears to be healing adequately,” Logan remarked, eyebrows raised over the top of his glasses. “Perhaps your experience with your first tattoo impressed upon you the importance of proper aftercare?”

“Oh, you know I never skimp on aftercare.” Remus chuckled, some inside joke pulling a half-laugh from Logan. Ro got the joke but didn’t like it, glaring at his brother for a long moment before spearing a bit of omelet. Still grinning, Remus turned to Patton. “Yeah, it hurt like a bitch. I didn’t use the lotion they gave me and… whew,” he whistled. “That was too much even for me.” He craned his neck to and looked at the edge of his shoulder. The rainbow-hued jellyfish peeking out from around his tank top already a lot less red than it had been yesterday afternoon. “It's looking better already and hurts a fuckton less.”

“Remus…" Guilt fluttered in Patton’s belly and he looked more closely at the sore skin around Remus' new tattoo. He hadn’t thought the redness meant it hurt, just— "Is that why you slept with your shirt off?”

“Re!” Leaning across the table and glaring at his brother, Ro sounded outraged. “You paraded around in the nude in front of my friend? You promised me you’d—” 

“Excuse you, I paraded around my roommate!” Remus shot Patton a quizzical look before his glare returned and he stared down his brother. “And no, I wasn’t nude.”

The image of Remus hurrying to get dressed that morning, squid-decorated boxers dancing with his movement, came unbidden to Patton’s mind and he dumped another sugar into his coffee and stirred.

“Fine,” Ro snapped, pointing to his own eyes and then at Remus before sitting back, arms crossed over his chest. Logan stroked his arm until he relaxed, smiling back at him with a soft blush. 

“Anywhoo…” Remus bumped Patton’s shoulder and grinned when he looked up. His smile was wild as usual, practically vibrating with energy. Remus’ eyes, though, were serious and met his for a long moment, searching for something. He seemed to find whatever he was looking for because his smile softened and he nodded before giving him a little wink and addressing the table. “I’ve been thinking about the design for my next tattoo. Maybe a little something in a more… personal place?” He waggled his eyebrows, watching Ro and Logan’s expressions, clearly waiting for one of them to take the bait.

Patton bit back an inappropriate laugh and tried to hide his smile behind his coffee. Remus wasn’t suggesting what it sounded like, was he?

“You know…” He shimmied his shoulders. “Something a little glans-dular?”

Logan’s fork dropped to his plate and he sighed. “Roman, please share with your brother the inadvisability of tattooing one’s genitals.”

“Aw, come on…” Remus whined like he was pleading for a puppy from strict parents. “You don’t think I should get a little happy face tattooed on my happy place?”  

“No!” Ro and Logan said in unison. Turning to look at him, Remus waggled his eyebrows and winked.

Patton lowered his eyes, face hot. He caught sight of the sausage links on his plate and the charred bit at one end suddenly made his stomach turn. “Um, Remus, you can have these if you want.”

“Mmm, while I’d never say no to a bite of your—” he started to laugh then stopped when the table shuddered. Patton caught movement underneath and spied Ro’s heel pressed into his brother’s boot.

He flashed Ro a grateful smile.

“Remus does not consume meat,” Logan said. He ignored the brothers’ partially hidden wrestling and instead spread raspberry jam on one of the bagels Remus had brought.

“You’re a vegetarian?” Patton blurted out before he could stop himself, mouth agape as he stared at Remus.

“Well, yeah,” Remus said, shrugging. Was he… blushing? 

He took a closer look at the food Remus had brought to the table. The bagels… An apple and an orange, a big bowl of yogurt sprinkled with nuts and little black chia seeds, coffee—well, coffees , he’d made good on his promise to bring him a coffee, too.

Patton frowned. How had he never noticed before? Remus had come along a few times when he and Ro had gone for pizza or chinese or whatever but Patton couldn’t remember noticing whether or not he ate what they did. He couldn’t actually remember noticing much of what Remus did, aside from his dirty jokes or his loud music. Or his bullying of the bullies. 

“Guess I read Charlotte’s Web a few too many times as a kid, huh?”

Patton looked up and Remus was watching him with unexpectedly soft expression, an almost shy smile replacing his earlier smirk. He’d twisted a napkin around his finger, wrapping and unwrapping it as he waited for Patton to say something.

“I dunno…” Patton’s frown shifted into a matching smile and this time he shrugged. “Maybe you read it just the right number of times.”

[earthry]

Brrr! | Phantom & Swiss x Mountain

Content / Warnings: Phantom & Swiss/Mountain, SFW, 546 words, can be read as platonic, no warnings just fluff

Author’s Note: thank you to @copiasjuicebox for the phantom propaganda so i've been thinking about the new bug so much lately also thank you for encouraging me to post this <3 my personal headcanon is that phantom was mostly nonverbal when they were first summoned but after getting more comfortable and confident they become a little talkative bouncy ball of energy. this is set not too long after they first got out of the pit! also copiasjuicebox mentioned the idea of phantom being more like swiss and mountain's adopted kit rather than a ot3 and im in love with that so i wrote this with that hc in mind.

Phantom is introduced to snow for the very first time, much to Swiss and Mountain's amusement.

The first time Phantom is introduced to snow, Mountain and Swiss watch them go crosseyed trying to catch a glimpse of the little cold flecks that tickled their nose. “Brrr,” they trill, nose scrunching and tail flicking curiously.

“Mhm, it’s cold huh?” Mountain hums. He and Swiss hang back a little, letting their little bug explore and discover for themselves. They've been trying to introduce them to more and more things lately, and it was always heartwarming to see them so excited and bouncy over normally mundane things.

“Brrr!” Phantom repeats back in agreement when another ice crystal decides to perch on their nose again, and closes their eyes so they can tilt their head back against their shoulders to the night sky. 

The ministry is surprisingly quiet tonight, the courtyard empty save for a few passing souls. The weather has definitely dipped since the sun had gone down to give way to winter’s first snowfall. A gentle blanket covering the Abby. In the morning there was sure to be many siblings-in-sin and ghouls alike bundled up and playing in the snow.

Phantom's face is cold, all the way from the tips of their ears to their toes. They had run out barefoot at the first sign of soft white confetti, making little mmrs at Swiss and Mountain, pointing with inquisitive peeps. 

“That’s snow, little one.” Swiss laughs, finding the younger ghoul’s awed expressions endearing.

“Snow?” Phantom echoes, tail curling in excitement. They open their eyes again and are met with what feels like love. Fluttering snowflakes swirling in the night sky. Their breaths forming little puffs of air to their delight. 

“Pfffff!” They make little noises as they begin to huff out more breaths, giggling when it hangs in the air in miniature clouds. They don’t particularly understand what’s happening but it’s so fun! 

Phantom chases around a few snowflakes, trying to get them to land on their tongue and making little mmrs of pride and excitement whenever they succeed. It’s not until their ears and nose begin turning a little too red for comfort that Swiss and Mountain intervene. 

“Come on, let’s get you inside before you watch a cold, yeah?” Phantom whines, high pitched and sulky and Swiss laughs. “I know it’s fun but we don’t want you to get sick. We can come back in the morning. If you get sick, you’d have to wait to get better before playing again— you don’t want that do you?”

Phantoms eyes go wide at the prospect of being kept away from snow for so long and shakes their head. “Snow!” They protest. 

“It’ll still be there in the morning, petal.” Mountain rumbles, before offering his hand. “Besides, we can’t try hot chocolate all the way out here now, can we?” His eyes meet Swiss’s with a twinkle before settling back on Phantom, who’s little curious mind has already latched onto the Next New Fun Thing. 

“Chocolate!” Phantom knew what that one was! It was very yummy and sweet and made them super hyper after if they had too much. They eagerly took Mountains hand; his was so much bigger than theirs it practically swallowed their hand but it was warm and reassuring. Phantom’s tail swishing wildly with excitement, the three of them retreated inside.

[no1frogfan]

Untitled Makki/Seijoh4 drabble

Hanamaki x gn reader (x the rest of Seijoh4 a bit)

Word count: ~1.3k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Hair fetish, cum in hair, PUBES we love ‘em and Makki definitely does, implied breath play, mentions of penetration & throat fucking, dubcon (no dubcon sex but reader is unknowingly participating in Makki’s fetish), reader has silky hair that’s long enough to braid, no hair color mentioned

Note: How do these keep getting longer and longer? They’re not really drabbles anymore, but I couldn’t stop writing because pervy Makki is so fun. This is actually depraved lmao

Iwa | Mattsun

You flop down cross-legged onto the rug in front of Makki. He scoots forward, draping his legs over your shoulders and pulling you back against the side of the bed. Steam is still rising off your head as he carefully teases out any tangles.

When it’s combed through to his satisfaction, he spreads deep conditioner across his hands and gently reaches forward to massage it into your scalp. The cinnamon and peppermint prickle pleasantly across your skin.

He dollops more conditioner on your hair, and, god it looks so much like… He doesn't know how many times he’s imagined it, wrapping your silky locks around his hand to press your nose against his abdomen. He could even thread both hands through your hair to hold you down while he bucks into you, savor the feeling of you gagging around him and, at the last second, pull you off him to paint hot streaks across your face and hair. He’s sure you’d make him cum so much, thick gobs of it covering your head and sticking to the strands.

Makki tears his eyes away and takes a long, calming breath.

Then another.

He shakes his head and returns to the task of caressing the conditioner into every strand.

You feel the tension leaving your neck and shoulders. Your eyes close, body relaxing under his ministrations.

When he walked in on you putting your hair up a week ago, he never realized an opportunity like this would literally land in his lap.

The wind had been relentless that day, loosening your bun and whipping the escaped tendrils across your face out on the boat. The spray of salt water and the grabby hands of the younger guests had done a number on it too. He saw you get progressively more irritated as the day went on, your tight bun devolving into a messy one, devolving further into an untidy ponytail, and finally barely managing to even be wrangled into that.

Then he’d stumbled in on you in the bathroom while you were trying to wrestle with it for the umpteenth time that morning, an angry scowl twisting your face.

Shakily (could you see his hands trembling?), he’d reached up to tease the knottiest tangles apart with his fingers and tie it up for you.

He’d pulled back reluctantly after he finished, and keeping his tone as casual as he could, offered to braid it for you that night. “I have two sisters,” he’d added hurriedly by way of explanation, trying to cut off any hesitation at the pass.

“You…don’t mind?”

Mind? He’d been itching to run his fingers through your hair for weeks, wondering if it really was as soft as it looked, wondering how you manage to keep it so lustrous and bouncy despite the harsh sea water and the harsher sun. Wondering how good it would smell if he buried his face in it.

“It’s no big. I used to do it all the time.”

As easy as that, he’d opened the door to this new nightly routine. And every night since then, it’s tested his discipline.

Like tonight. With careful fingers, he parts your hair down the middle and pulls the halves taut, relishing the feel of it gliding across his skin. You’re half asleep now, so far gone you don’t notice the quivering little gasp that escapes your mouth.

Uncertain he heard correctly, his eyes dart up to Oikawa, Iwa, and Mattsun in turn. All their eyes on trained on you too.

Maybe… He tugs your hair a second time.

Ah! There it is again—

A stutter and an almost inaudible moan.

Makki has to bite back a groan. Fuck. Do you like that? He looks down and almost bites through skin at the sight of the wet strands splayed across his bare thighs, so close to his twitching cock he could almost…maybe he could even grab a palmful and fuck his fist with it, until your hair is sticky with his cum. You’ve always been a deep sleeper. He could rub it in and you’d never be the wiser.

Or maybe you’d prefer to be on top and in control, to see the fucked out look on his face as you take every inch of him, milking him for all he’s worth. You’d loom over him, your locks a satin curtain around his face, hiding him away in a private paradise.

If he asked you to, would you grow it out longer? If you knew how much he liked it? If you knew it would let him easily wrap one long plait around your throat? If you knew it would let him grip it more easily when he fucks you from behind? His hand viselike as he drives into you, wrenching you back after each sloppy thrust. It’d be easier to pull you up, too. To curve your neck back for a better view as you take Mattsun or Iwaizumi, or hell, even Oikawa in your eager mouth.

You can’t see the wolfish expression on Makki’s face as he zeroes in on the way your chest rises and falls unevenly under him. But his friends can, and he can’t help but show off a little, his eyes glinting in challenge. Watch what I can do. And under the pretense of making sure he gets every strand, he runs his nails down your cheek, trails them across your neck, and with a murmured “sorry” ghosts them across your chest, there and gone.

You barely register his touch, but the evidence of it lingers in the budding of your nipples against the thin fabric of your sleep shirt.

If you opened your eyes now, you’d see him hunched over you, eyes closed in rapture. The spicy scent, the warmth radiating from you, it’s all too heady. He could lunge forward right now, pin you down against the floor and fuck you just like that. Would you want that? Want every inch of his body pressed against you, his face smothered against your neck, you invading all of his senses? Letting him drown in every strand every wisp while he thrusts into you, not too slow, not too fast, relishing the clench of your walls around him.

And he knows it’s in poor taste, but he truly can’t help but wonder: does the carpet match the drapes? He’s always trying to catch a glimpse, but he’s never been successful. Do you trim? Do you let it grow? Hopefully you don’t shave because fuck what he wouldn’t give to spread you open, bury his nose in your bush, smear his pre all over you and go to fucking town—

His eyes shoot open when someone clears their throat.

It’s impossible now to ignore how hard he is. It’s bordering on painful. You’ve dozed off a little, like you usually do, and Makki decides he’s dragged this on long enough. It takes no time at all to finish his plaiting. He leans back to admire tonight’s masterpiece — two neat French braids. Then, he covers his lap with the comforter before giving your hair one final tug.

You blink blearily, reaching up to run your fingers over his handiwork. “Thanks Makki,” you mumble, rubbing sleep from your eyes. You push off the floor, a little wobbly from the haze of sleep, and shuffle into bed.

“No prob,” he responds, voice a little strained.

Thus ends your nightly routine.

Makki, though, he usually stays up a little longer, fucking his fist in the shower while the luster of your hair still lingers on his fingertips.

[the--highlanders]

thoughts on the star beast!! under a cut bc spoilers

first of all just. as someone who really did not vibe with the chibnall era at all. dear god it feels good to be excited about doctor who again

it was FUN. it was great bouncy silly charming fun and that is exactly what the show needed at this point I think. I can really imagine kids tomorrow running around pretending to be the meep

also the meep was great and I'm SO glad it was practical effects, it looked so good

setting aside the doctor-donna plotline, the callbacks to the rtd era were fairly low-key (resonating concrete!) and fitted in with the episode but they were fun if they meant something to you

on the other hand the glass divider between the doctor and donna and him raging at having to kill her really felt like a kind of. reverse of ten and wilf and the radiation chamber. which HURT. ten raging over having to save wilf vs not-ten raging over not being able to save donna.

rose was lovely!! I really hope we get some more substantial stuff with her, I think she'd be a great companion

seeing unit again was fun, and I really liked shirley actually!! I hope she's a recurring character, I thought she worked well with the doctor and her gadget-y wheelchair was fun

also kate sorting out a place for wilf to live 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I did think the solution to donna being able to keep her memories was pretty creative, and the acknowledgement of the doctor being outside the gender binary made me yell

that being said I really didn't like the line about a 'male-presenting time lord never thinking of [letting go of power]. I feel like that was rtd trying to be too hip-with-the-kids progressive, which like. obviously I want the show to be progressive!!! but it's the sort of thing I hate

like, first of all, we've just established that the doctor is more or less nonbinary - and the show has been very obviously referencing time lord society as genderless since like, twelve's era. time lords feel that they are /genetically/ superior - it's a species thing, not a gender thing. a 'male' /or/ 'female' time lord is going to have a tough time giving up power. and this felt especially incongruous when we've just had thirteen, a doctor who used her white privilege to hand the master over to the nazis. doesn't seem like she was very interested in giving up her power there.

imo one of the doctor's whole character tensions across the whole show is them trying to break away from time lord superiority, and again that's species-based, not gender based. and it was literally established in journey's end that the doctordonna could think of things the doctor couldn't because of her human part! there was already a solid logical grounding for donna and rose to give up their time lord powers /because they were still part human/

there were a few thematic things I would have liked the episode to dwell on a bit more, like the whole cute-appearing vs frightening-appearing thing with the meep and the wrarth warriors, and how appearances are sometimes deceiving; or the stuff with the doctor and gender; or even just rose's character as a whole

that being said, this was an episode with an awful lot to do, and also an episode which was there to be a fun romp. it HAD to be a romp. so from a sort of metatextual point of view I can understand and forgive

overall I really liked it!! it really recaptured the magic of doctor who for me after so long not feeling it and I think it's going to do a good job of its most important task, which is getting the show afloat again in terms of casual viewers.

also SO glad they've gone back to a confidential-style program, unleashed was so fun

[peskellence]

Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now punished in the same way as crimes against humans. A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' be the thing to change this?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 3.9K

Gavin didn't take his garbage out nearly as often as he should. His apartment was on the fourth floor, and the communal trash cans were on the opposite end of the building - down several flights of stairs. It never really occurred to him how much junk had amassed until he was literally wading through it, unable to see his floors. 

It was odd how his sudden compulsion to clean coincided perfectly with Nines' visit. After all, the android was already acquainted with his usual living standards. He had hardly concerned himself with making a good impression before. After securing the ties on two weighty trash bags, he surveyed his progress, feeling satisfied. That was until he heard a gentle rapping at his door. 

" Fuck. " Cursing under his breath, his watch informed him that it was 8 pm exactly. He should have known  Nines would be the punctual sort. Attempting to slip the trash bags inconspicuously onto his fire escape, the bottom of one started to rip. He cursed again, louder this time, as the persistent rapping continued.

Abandoning the bags in the centre of his kitchen, Gavin wiped his grubby hands on the front of his jeans. Once they were sufficiently clean, he navigated the cramped walkway through the living room, and went to answer the door: 

"Give me a second, Jesus Christ - " Swinging it open, he readied himself to continue his tirade when his words caught in his throat. 

Nines stood on the mat, so broad and tall that it was partially obscured by the doorway. Its hair had been rinsed of its usual product, giving it an uncharacteristically soft and bouncy appearance. Its CyberLife attire was absent, replaced by a grey turtleneck sweater and straight-leg black pants. The style and colour complemented its features, and Gavin couldn't help but notice just how well everything seemed to fit.

"Good evening, Detective."

He had completely zoned out, staring vacantly without sense or purpose. Upon realising this, he forced himself to look away, thoroughly unnerved. "Come on in'', he said reluctantly, trying to swallow the traitorous lump that had formed in his throat.

Passing the threshold in silence, the android studied the living space, eyes darting between the uncharacteristically clear floors and surfaces. "I had not expected you to clean on my behalf." 

"It needed it anyway", he quickly excused, "Was getting out of control." 

"The gesture is appreciated." 

"I'm gonna finish - that", Gavin gestured vaguely to the kitchen and the abandoned bags on the floor. "Make yourself home, or whatever. Tiff is in the bathtub, don't know how much luck you'll have in coaxing her out." 

Returning to the kitchen and creating a comfortable distance between them, Gavin attempted to tie off the damage he had done to the split bag. This only worsened matters, as the tear nearly doubled in size. Admitting defeat, he went to his cupboard and retrieved a second bag, slipping it over the first and manually gathering the loose remnants. Upon exiting the room, his houseguest was nowhere to be seen. Presumably, it had gone to the bathroom, searching for Tiffany. He seized the opportunity to drag his overstuffed bags out of the apartment, heading in the direction of the stairs. 

On the way down, he cursed himself for not sticking to his earlier convictions. Inviting Nines over had been a terrible idea. One that he was already coming to regret. The only person he had allowed to stay in his current apartment had been Tina - a tenuous arrangement in itself, given her vendetta with Tiffany. Hosting Nines felt…different. It couldn't be so easily categorised. They weren't friends, nor were there any romantic or sexual pretences. It was the sort of dissonance that could only be quelled by a drink. Or six. 

Making his way back up his stairs, he reasoned he should be upfront, telling Nines that he'd changed his mind. Writing the experience off as a lapse in judgement would be much easier than enduring an evening of painful awkwardness. This changed, however, when he made his way back into the apartment and saw it standing in the living room. Cradling Tiffany in its arms. 

The usually fractious cat was surprisingly calm, purring appreciatively as the android scratched behind her ear. "She seems more affectionate than usual." As if on cue, the cat's head lolled back, tucking into the crook of its elbow. "I suspect it is due to the change in her hormones."

Gavin had never seen his pet look so peaceful nor his partner so content. There was no way he could ask it to leave now, he was trapped. 

Having made a swift break for his kitchen - and, more specifically, the beers in his fridge - the bottles clinked together as he rustled to grab one. "I, uh, don't have anything you can drink," he loudly excused, pulling out a beer and using the magnetised bottle opener on his fridge to crack the lid. "Sorry." 

"No need to apologise. Although I wouldn't think it the most opportune time to be consuming alcohol," The disembodied voice was calm and distant, but with the subtle air of judgement. "When did you last eat?" 

Gavin pursed his lips as he stared haplessly into his fridge. It was devoid of contents save for the remaining bottles and a half-eaten yoghurt. "I'll order something later." 

"I really would advise against drinking until you have compensated for -" 

Slamming the fridge door shut, he returned to the living room, annoyed. "Can you stop making me feel like I'm on trial?" he snapped, pointing forcefully to his couch. "Sit down. I told you to make yourself at home." 

"I rarely sit down when I am home", Nines reasoned, combing its fingers through the expanse of Tiffany's back, "I prefer to stand." 

"Well, I'd prefer it if you didn't. It's fucking creepy." 

His companion stirred at the insult but quickly grounded itself, shrugging dismissively, "If it makes you feel more at ease, Detective, then I suppose I can sit." 

"Do it then - and stop calling me ‘Detective'. We're off duty; Gavin is fine." 

"Alright then…Gavin." The words sounded stiff as it tested the name on its tongue. As requested, it sat itself onto the couch, shifting Tiffany into its lap. The cat remained docile during this, never once stirring. 

Gavin busied himself with his television. The set was a relic - early 2010s, with limited functionality, save actually switching on. The remote had to be smacked several times before it would even respond. Still, it was one of the rare models to have a DVD player built into the screen, which paired nicely with his expansive collection. 

"It's still early. Thought we could watch something." Running a finger across the boxes, he wondered what, if anything, would be the best choice for entertaining an android houseguest. "So dipshit…what's your favourite scary movie?"

The reference flew directly over Nines' head. It looked back at him with a blank stare before shrugging its shoulders. "I am unfamiliar with the horror genre. I do not believe I have seen any films that fit the criteria."

"We'll be starting with the classics then." After some deliberation, he selected two DVDs from his collection and held them up to his partner. "Take your pick: A or B." 

Its eyes narrowed, carefully scrutinising the box art of both choices. Its LED whirred yellow briefly before it let out a gentle hum. "I find the synopsis of A more compelling. It would be my preferred option."

Realising what it had done, Gavin allowed his arms to fall limply to his sides. "I told you to pick a movie, not read the Wikipedia." 

"Should I not inform myself of the plot of a film before I watch it?"  

"It's more fun if you go in blind." He popped the disc into the side of the TV, and the old mechanism whirred to life. Remote in hand, he slumped himself into the space on the left side of the couch. 

Once the menu had booted up and the movie started, Gavin tried to get comfortable, picking up his beer and sinking further into the cushions. Nines sat in silence, intently focused on the scene playing in front of it. As ominous music played, a young girl walked alone through a boiler room. This continued for quite some time until she was loudly accosted by a deformed-looking man in a striped sweater. 

Much to Gavin's delight, Nines reeled back at this, visibly startled. Tiffany, who had been stirred from her nap, yowled and scampered away - but only made it as far as their feet before settling down again.

"Don't tell me that actually got you?" Gavin snorted before breaking out into a fit of cackles. "Big scary Robocop can't handle a jumpscare." 

"I wasn't scared. It was an involuntary reaction to what my central processor perceived as a threat." 

"Sure, I believe you," his laughter tapered off as he took a generous swig of his drink, "Want me to hold your hand in case there's another one?" 

"That won't be necessary", The android fired back. It clearly did not appreciate the mockery, jaw hardening defensively. "I know what to expect now, and I shall be more prepared next time." 

Nothing more was said for a while. Gavin finished his beer, setting the empty bottle in front of him. He was about to fetch another when his stomach let out a thunderous growl. This did not go unnoticed by his guest, whose attention snapped from the movie over to the source of the noise. 

"You are hungry," It said matter of factly. "It is getting late, you should consider acquiring food." 

Gavin tensed, resenting the fact that the machine was calling him out. He honestly couldn't afford to order another takeout despite his previous assertion. Perhaps some beans would be enough to quell the lingering pain in his gut, as well as to keep the android off his case. 

"You are partial to pizza, correct? I recall several empty boxes the last time I visited." 

"You mean the last time you tried to break in?" There had been little point deflecting the question. Nines was frustratingly astute with details, and there was no convincing it to drop something once it had committed. "I'm not feeling pizza tonight. Might just see what I've got in." 

"That is unfortunate, given the fact I have already placed an order." 

Gavin shot up, thrown by the statement, "Are you being serious? When did you -" He cut himself short, catching sight of the LED that spun on his partner's forehead. He held his breath, exhaling deeply before he continued. "You're not supposed to buy me dinner. I'm the damn host." 

"I do not need to eat, and you do - As you could not be trusted to make arrangements, I took it upon myself to do so." 

Ignoring the backhanded nature of Nines' remark, he pushed himself up from his seat, muttering under his breath. "You better not have got me trash. Any olives or pineapple, and I'll fucking end you." 

"I made an order based on your established preferences."

It had been a while since someone had thought to buy him dinner - and even longer without an ulterior motive. The conflict of emotions it left him with made his stomach twist. He grabbed two bottles from the fridge, one for enjoyment and the other for assurance, before pocketing the bottle opener. 

Gavin returned just in time to catch one of his favourite scenes. Upon witnessing the comedic extension of the killer's arms, his shoulders shook with involuntary giggles. "Good old Stretch Armstrong. Just wait until he starts running at her. It's fucking hilarious." 

Nines seemed perplexed by this statement, "I thought the intention of this film was to frighten, not to amuse?" 

"Ehh, it's a bit of both with this franchise." He opened one of his beers before sitting back on the couch. Propping his elbow onto the armrest, he leant his head on his hand as he gently sipped the foam. "The later movies get really stupid. Freddy's Dead is a straight-up comedy." 

"For a series you hold in such high regard, you seem rather critical of it." 

"Nah, that's the beauty of these old movies. Sure, the effects are goofy and outdated, but that's part of what makes them fun." 

Nines looked away, tuning in to a series of loud, pained screams emanating from the television. "...I can see how you might find it entertaining, although the logistics of this scene are rather questionable." 

"That's because it's a dream, dumbass", he chided, rolling his eyes. "Dream rules means no rules. Get used to it." 

It wasn't long until a knock could be heard on the door, disturbing what was building into a suspensefully quiet scene. Before Gavin had a chance to stand up, Nines had already done so and was answering the door with a polite greeting. A few muttered words were exchanged, after which the android returned with a large paper bag, handing it to its partner. "Here you go."

Tiffany, who had been curled up asleep on the floor, abruptly stirred at the new sounds and smells. Her head peered up at the bag, nose upturned curiously. She let out a small yowl as her owner pulled it open.

"No. Not for you. Fuck off", he said, firmly waving her away. "You've got food in the kitchen that you've barely touched." 

Retrieving the pizza box from the bag, he scrutinised the label. "Double pepperoni with stuffed crust. Very nice." Digging further into the bag, he noticed an unlabelled polystyrene container sandwiched at the bottom. Opening the container, he was hit with an abrupt wave of disappointment and confusion. "Did you order a fucking side salad?"

"Given your affinity for calorie-dense, processed foods, I felt some nutrients would not go amiss." 

"I'm not eating the salad." 

"You may find it agreeable", it argued, the corner of its lips pulling upwards. "Surely I don't have to feed you?" 

Gavin pulled a face, smacking his hand open and closed to mock the nagging tone. Setting the unwelcome salad down at the table's edge, he cleared space for the pizza. Not long after he'd pried the box open, he dug into the food like a hungry animal. Slurping at the cheese and tomato shamelessly, licking up remnants from his fingertips. Tiffany was still skulking around their feet, groaning and growling, to which the Nines picked her up and settled her back into its lap. 

"I must admit, I am enjoying this more than I anticipated", it said. "Lieutenant Anderson and RK800's taste in films leaves much to be desired." 

"Oh yeah? What sort of garbage have they got you watching?" 

"The Lieutenant is partial to action films, whereas RK800 leans more towards romantic comedies."

Gavin set down a half-eaten slice of pizza, pointing to his throat in a gagging gesture. "Figures Connor would be into chick flicks. Remind me never to come round on movie night."

"Fortunately, they are both equally partial to animals, so we find some compromise there. I must say, though, I found the last film we watched to be…distressing." 

"What was so distressing about it?" 

Nines looked on, a little forlornly, "It is about a couple who adopt a Labrador, and it follows their life as the dog grows up. Towards the end of the film -"

Oh no. The detective cursed his curiosity as a wave of unpleasant memories swiftly assaulted him. "Let me guess. Marley and Me? "

"I take it you've seen it before."

"Once, when I was six. That movie was why I wasn't allowed pets growing up. It took me a week to emotionally recover." 

"I imagine that came as a disappointment," it said with a look of solidarity. "You seem very fond of animals."

"I made up for it as an adult." Gavin went to take a sip of his drink before realising it was empty. Picking up the bottle opener, he retrieved his third beer of the evening and gently pried off the cap. "Got my first dog straight out of college. Great Dane, called 'im Scoob. Was great until I realised what a fucking ball ache he was to take care of. After that, I got Dipshit, a rescue tabby. Been a cat man ever since." 

"When did you purchase Tiffany?"

"I didn't. She was a gift from - " Gavin stopped himself, realising he didn't want to go there. At least not now. "Not important. I've had her for about four years." 

They returned their attention to the movie just in time to witness one of the more iconic scenes. Nines tilted his head to the side, evidently struggling to process what was happening. The killer pulled a man into his bed before a geyser of blood erupted from the mattress. "Is this another instance of dream rules? Because there's far too much blood to realistically be contained in a single person." 

"With this scene, I've got no fuckin' clue. I think they just wanted it to look cool."

"I find it surprising that as a child, you were so deeply traumatised by a fictional dog when this level of violence did not faze you."

Pausing for a moment, Gavin wondered how honestly he ought to respond. "That's not completely true", he confessed. "When I was little, my dad would stay up late watching movies every single night, but he never let me join 'im. I was a stubborn shit and kept sneaking peeks around the corner, so eventually, he sat me down to watch Child's Play . I was shitting my pants the entire time. Gave me all kinds of nightmares." 

"If the films frightened you so much, why did you continue to watch them?"

Gavin knocked back his bottle, swilling the liquid around his mouth before swallowing heavily. "After my parents split up, I only ever saw my dad on weekends. I wasn't about to waste any of the time we had." 

Nines said nothing but listened closely, its lips pursed tightly in thought.

"When he got sick, he couldn't do much of anything. Except watch his movies. We’d worked through his whole collection in months, and I was desperate to find something new we could watch together." He started to laugh. "One time, I convinced him to take me to see some shitty slasher movie, and I decided I'd make myself look older. In case the workers got funny about it. I wasn't very convincing, drew on stubble with my mom's eyebrow pencil."

"I'm sure your father found that amusing." 

"Sure did, it was great. You should have seen his face" The laughter he had forced throughout the story promptly stopped. His chest felt heavy from the exertion, and he struggled to breathe. "It's weird. He's been gone for 23 years, but it still feels like yesterday that I was at his funeral. Grief like that never goes away; you just learn to live with it." 

"...Gavin." He wasn't sure when Nines had moved, but the distance between them haf decreased massively. A hand slid out towards him, stopping just shy of grazing his fingers. "I know you may not appreciate me saying this, but I am genuinely sorry for your loss. I can't imagine the pain you must feel."

The detective bit his lip as his increasingly inebriated state threatened to breach his resolve. "You ever lose something, Nines? Something that tears you up until you feel like there's nothing left?" 

Nines stilled, its LED shifting to red instantaneously. It opened its mouth, emitting a crackle of static. "Yes." 

"Then you get it. To be honest, I think you get a lot more than I've given you credit for." 

It raised a quizzical eyebrow as the corner of its mouth pulled into a faint half-smile. "If you didn't detest me, I might hesitate to call that a compliment." 

"Don't get used to it. I won't be doing it again any time soon."

"A shame, really." Having turned its body away from the television, it was now staring directly at Gavin. "I would consider it a great honour to see more of this sincerity from you." 

With only a dull light to guide him, Gavin struggled to make out the other’s expression. In his efforts, however, he picked up on something that had previously escaped his notice. He had always assumed Nines' skin formed part of its 'perfect' design - being smooth and entirely free of blemishes. However, on closer inspection, he noticed a faint dusting of freckles across its cheeks and nose. It leant its unusually stern face some much-needed softness. 

 

His lips felt dry, and he subtly tried to wet them. 

Why did they have to make him so fucking attractive? 

 

The rogue thought slipped its way through, emboldened by the alcohol. As it began to sink in, Gavin felt overwhelmed by an abrupt sense of panic. Pulling back, he scurried to his feet.

"I need a piss."

Nines, confused by the abruptness of the statement, also inched back. Its mouth gaped open, but it was unable to say anything as Gavin made a hurried exit for the bathroom. Once inside, he took himself directly to the sink, running the tap until it was cold and splashing the water into his face. He tried to calm himself down as his mind worked over itself in a frenzied internal debate:

 

I mean, yeah. Objectively speaking, it’s hot. A lot of the androids are -

Exactly. It's an android. Have you lost your mind? What the hell is wrong with you? 

 

Tina was right. His current dry spell had gone on for too long, and it was time to do something about it. He resolved to call her tomorrow. Right now, however, he faced a more pressing issue.

He had locked himself in his bathroom, with the machine he had made accidental eye sex with sitting feet away behind the door. Gavin knew he had to face it eventually, and after taking a long, steeling breath, he prepared himself to do so. 

Inevitably, Nines was waiting for him as soon as he emerged. It followed his movements closely, face marred with a look of concern. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, all good", Gavin said smoothly, doing his best to avoid eye contact. "I'm really tired, think I'm gonna head to bed." 

"Did you not want to finish the film? I imagine we are close to the end." 

"Nah, it's fine. The ending kind of sucks, and I've seen it a million times." 

The android was clearly unsatisfied with this response but relented in arguing back. Its concerned expression morphed into something more detached and neutral. "I understand. That was the purpose of my visit, after all. To ensure you got a good night's sleep." 

"Right." There was little else Gavin could think to say as he made his way to his bedroom. Before disappearing into the room completely, he spared his partner a quick backward glance. "See you tomorrow." 

Nines watched after him, a little too intently, before letting out a gentle sigh. "Goodnight, Gavin. Sleep well."