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mickandmusings · 5 months ago

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no caller id

pairing: javi rivera x f!reader, tyler owens x f!reader

word count: 2.6k

summary: she had been there alongside javi the day that their three best friends' lives had been taken. when kate took off to new york and javi to wherever the military took him, she felt mostly alone back in oklahoma. until a handsome chaser blew through town with an ef-3 and stole her heart. things were going great, she was finally happy. until that all too familiar contact flashes across her phone at 3am.

two times javi fell asleep in her sheets, only for her to wake up alone, and the one time she finally realized she would never wake up alone again.

warnings: angsty, mega angsty; no use of y/n; mentions of death and grief; grief is really a big theme here; reader is described wearing a dress; no detailed smut but it's implied

*based on megan moroney’s ‘no caller id’

Two months.

It had taken Javi two months after the accident to call her. Two months after she found out alongside him her three closest friends had died. Two months after attending three funerals in the span of one week. Two months since she decided to start therapy for the grief and survivors guilt. Two months since she had heard anything about his life.

She didn't blame him, not really, none of the three of them that had survived seemed to talk to one another. She had called Kate a month beforehand, but she hadn't responded. Her texts were opened but never responded to. Kate had arguably taken it harder than her or Javi, so she didn't bother her. Javi, however, him ignoring her burned like fire.

Before it all went to shambles, they had a sort of more-than-friends relationship. She piled into the passenger side of his van on nearly every chase, helped him man the data collection, helped him take care of Dorothy every time she began to fall apart. She sat at the dinner table of his small apartment to help him with his research on his findings, and knew his gas station order by heart. They danced around his kitchen to his dance playlist, and he made her laugh harder than anyone. Addy had always joked that Javi had feelings for her, but she'd been so blind to his advances that she'd never even realized.

But tonight, two months after all of it, his name had flashed across her phone screen, the same corny heart behind it that she'd never deleted since he first put his number in her phone.

Javi <3: You in town?

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Javi had skipped town after everything, Kate following behind him. She had been the only one left in their small town in Oklahoma. She picks up the device and her thumbs hover over the keyboard for a while before she responds:

Yeah. You too?

She sets the phone down, thinking he wouldn't respond for a while. Javi had always been a notoriously bad texter. But only a minute later it vibrates with a new message.

Javi <3: For tonight. Meet me at The Shack in an hour?

The Shack was a local bar, only ten minutes from her house. Her heart hammers, why was he in town for only the night? And more importantly, why did he want to see her after months of not bothering to check on her? Her fingers hover over the 'send' button, the simple word typed up: 'busy.' She wanted to be angry, to resent him for not bothering to call, but her heart softens, and she deleted the message. Instead, she sends a thumbs up emoji and tosses her phone back on the couch. Despite her excitement, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was a bad idea.

As she walks into the tiny but crowded bar, she tries to spot Javi, but she can't find his curls draping over his shoulders, or pulled into a bun behind his head. She almost gives up until she hears his voice.

"I'm right here."

She turns, and, sure enough, sitting in a booth in the corner sits Javi.

He looks...different.

He'd chopped his curls into a short, neat cut, and he looked somehow heavier behind his usually playful eyes. Long gone was the boy she knew-the one who had an affinity for loud music and taking naps wherever there was flat ground. He had been replaced by someone that certainly looked like him, but didn't have that same spark.

"Hey."

He stands and gives her a small hug, his smile not exactly reaching his eyes. She returns the gesture, settling into the booth across from him as they fall into light conversation over drinks. They catch up after the past two months, all while avoiding the topic that lingers like heavy smoke between them. Her lungs burn just thinking about what Praveen would have said if he saw them now. She finally gathers the courage to broach a relatively sore subject:

"So, what brings you back into town?"

His eyes dart down to his lap, his shoulders slouching.

"Uh, it's my last night home for a while."

She nods, understanding the need to get out of here, the ghosts of their past certainly had begun to haunt.

"Where are you headed?"

"Uh, Iraq."

Her eyes widen as she almost chokes on her drink.

"Very funny, Javi."

"Not joking."

His serious expression shows he isn't. Her heart hammers, what had she missed in two months?

"Javi, what the hell are you doing in Iraq?"

"Don't really know, I just go where they tell me to. Not my job to argue with Uncle Sam."

Her eyes widen further. No way in hell would she ever have seen that coming.

"Y-You joined the military?"

He nods, throwing back the rest of his drink.

"Didn't chop off a head of perfectly good hair for the fun of it."

For a split second, she felt disheartened, everyone was leaving, moving on, while she was here, stuck in the same small town. After another drink, and another, they fall into easy conversation. And by the time she's three drinks deep, he almost feels like the Javi she remembered.

That night is the first night she lets Javi into her bed, only to wake up naked and alone.

But it wouldn't be the last.

The second time it happened, she didn't even blame him, it had been hard on both of them. Kate hadn't bothered to come back home, and she didn't blame her, because as she looks around at the framed pictures of her now-deceased friends, she thinks she might explode.

It's Christmas Eve, nearly two years later, and she's sitting on Jeb's mother's couch as the older woman dotes on she and Javi both. Her sweater itches around her collar, and she's sweating, but she figures it has little to do with the heat of the fireplace and more to do with the lingering awkward flames between she and the military-uniform clad man beside her. Her hands grasp a cup of eggnog, but even the rum in it could not soothe the ache burning in her chest.

Javi hadn't even bothered to contact her after their night together. In fact, he'd done more to ignore her completely. Her occasional texts had gone ignored, he had read her message on his birthday, but never acknowledged it, and she was sure he hadn't even read her concerned affections she'd sent on the anniversary of the accident. She'd been so worried about him, and he couldn't have cared less about her.

She puts on a good act, because Jeb's mom doesn't deserve her coldness. The woman was kind, and loved she and Javi as her own. Days like today were hard for all three of them, but the grief combined with the anger she feels at Javi, all she wants to do is run from the warm and inviting living room she's sitting in. After a few hours of talking and gift giving, she finally meets the cold winter air and feels so relieved that tears prick behind her eyes. She takes a deep breath as she clutches the boxed gift in her hand, wiping her eyes on the back of her sleeve. Javi stands only a few feet behind her, watching everything. His voice cuts the silence that had seemed so permanent between them:

"If you want to talk about it, I'm here."

She scoffs.

"Javier, you wouldn't answer me when I told you happy birthday, much less now."

His full name tumbling from her lips stings more than it should. He lets it sting, he deserves it, he'd been an asshole.

"You're right, I-I fucked up. I know. But you're standing in front of me, and you're hurting, and I'm the only one here that knows the way your chest hurts. Kate, she-she just pushes through and ignores it. You and me, we're not built like that."

She knows Javi is right, but she would never admit that, not to his face. Silence falls over them again before she finds the courage to turn around and look at him. He's less Javi and more Lieutenant Rivera these days, his eyes hardened and his tone gruff. She can hardly see the reminiscent parts of the boy she'd spent four springs in a van with. Grief and the regular hardship of life had made them different people, but she still loved him, despite it all.

"I've got to visit Addy's mom, and Praveen's parents after this. You comin'?"

Maybe she was angry with the way Javi had treated her, but her friends' parents were expecting them both, and he had been truthful-they were the only two who understood the specific pain of losing your three closest friends in death, and the other while she was still living. Her response comes out witty, almost like the girl she used to be.

"As long as you're driving."

That night, after they'd split a bottle of red in her living room, they fall back into their usual ritual when he came to town: her writhing in pleasure underneath him. The next day, Christmas morning, the only evidence that Javi had been there was his empty wine glass on her coffee table.

She swore to herself that it would never happen again. As she washed her delicate glasses in the sink, she repeats her vow. When she finishes, she dries her hands, grabs her phone and clicks on his contact. She can't find the heart to block him, just in case he really needs her, but she changes his name in the hopes she'll ignore his calls. 'Javi <3' no longer resided in her phone, only a contact titled 'No Caller ID.'

For the next year, she does what she always does: she wakes up early for coffee, gets ready for her job as a local middle school science teacher, teaches for eight hours, and comes home to an empty house. After everything that had happened in the past few years, she'd resigned herself to being entirely alone for the rest of her life. She hadn't heard from Kate in nearly a year, and she'd intentionally not wanted to hear from Javi ever again. He'd called from time to time, only ever in the very early morning hours of a Friday or Saturday morning. She already knew what he wanted, so she ignored them.

She was isolated and alone. The most 'chasing' she did was watching a group of rowdy, self-proclaimed 'Tornado Wranglers' on YouTube. They make her smile on bad days, doing things so absurd she'd never have thought up most of them. One particular night, she finds herself watching a stream of them chasing in a town only an hour or two from her hometown. On a whim, and maybe a little cloudy from her post-dinner wine, she shoots the account a message, wondering if they'd come speak to her sixth graders who were currently studying weather. She doesn't expect anything from it, it was a long shot, and it's likely no one would answer her. But the next morning, as she scrolls through notifications from the time she'd been asleep, a response sits staring back at her on the screen.

'We'd love to come speak to some junior Wranglers! Next Thursday at 10 AM sound good?'

Her eyes widen and she beams, feeling giddy for the first time in a very long time. That Thursday morning, in an act so unbelievably unlike her, she finds herself putting on her favorite teaching dress and maybe a little more effort into her hair. She feels ridiculous the entire time she drives to her job, but when she spots the familiar red truck in the parking lot, she feels like one of her students with a crush.

The second the group comes to her classroom, everything feels a little surreal. They're exactly as they come across on screen-except for the so-called leader. Tyler Owens, in all of his backwards-baseball-cap glory, is infinitely more handsome in person. Her schoolgirl blush only grows when he's charming and easy-going with her students' dozens of questions, relevant or not, and his witty humor. She feels her heart grow when he gives each of her students their own Wranglers shirts before he approaches her with one of her own, and, attached is a sticky note that she doesn't have a chance to read before he leaves. Once her students break for recess she peels it off the fabric and smiles widely as she reads the messy handwriting:

'We're in town chasing til Sunday. Wanted to invite you for a drink, on me. Saturday? Text me, or call me, and we'll make it a date. -Tyler'

His number sits under his name and she finds herself blushing again before pulling out her phone and adding his number into her contacts before typing out a message to him:

'I'm free anytime Saturday night, and there's a great bar called The Shack not far from my place. I'll meet you there?'

From that moment on, it was rare to see one without the other. Only three dates in, Tyler had already asked her to be his girlfriend, and she had accepted. Within the year, she was back to doing what she loved most-chasing storms and helping those in need with people who loved it as much as she did. After hours upon hours of late night crying sessions and tender affections, she explained her treacherous relationship with Javi, and bit by tiny bit, her heart was healed by the goofy and sensitive boy behind the cowboy hat. Falling in love with Tyler had been easy: he was funny, and smart, and kind, and, maybe most importantly, never made her feel like she was nothing more than an after-hours option.

Now, two years into their relationship, she sleeps next to him in her pale pink sheets, his warmth radiating onto her chilled skin in the coldness of the winter night. Tyler's calloused hands are gentle under her shirt, lightly caressing her sides. Both of them are nearly asleep, it's dark, and late, nearly three in the morning. Her eyes close against his chest, and she's almost asleep when her phone rings. She assumes it's Boone-he had a habit of showing up at her house at all hours of the morning. Tyler groans, his voice cutting through the darkness:

"Jesus, what does Boone want this time?"

She rolls her eyes at her melodramatic boyfriend, rolling over to grab her phone from the nightstand as her eyes adjust to the brightness of the screen. When she gets a glance at the name flashed across her device, she stills, simply staring down at it for a minute.

No Caller ID

Every memory of the Javi she once knew flickers in her mind-the boy she once knew, the person that he was no longer. The Javi she loved had died the same day her three closest friends had. She declines the call, letting it fade back to her lockscreen as she simply stares at the picture of her and Tyler she'd set as her wallpaper.

"Baby, what's the matter?"

Tyler's voice snaps her out of her haze. She shakes her head, simply tossing on her 'do not disturb' before rolling back into his hold.

"Who was it?"

She nuzzles into his neck, finding comfort in the arms of the man who loved her-unconditionally, always, not just when she was convenient. Tyler had never left her naked and alone, he was always there when she woke up.

"Nobody, spam, no caller ID."

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loving-barnes · 11 months ago

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LOGAN HOWLETT - NEED

A/N: CHAPTER TEN is here! I'm sorry it took me so long. I just had a lot on my plate. Enjoy!

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: I have decided to not give any warnings. Please remember this story is 18+.

Summary: Things move forward between Logan and Y/N.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience. MINORS DNI!

Words: 4300+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine. This is set in AU.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Nine

LOGAN HOWLETT - NEED

Jean stood next to a hospital bed, looking down at unconscious Y/N. She had a chart in her hands, checking the data she collected the past three days. Three days - that’s how long Y/N was out of the present.

Logan didn’t want to leave her side once they removed the collar from his neck. The wounds immediately healed, and he became a new person. Jean managed to send Logan away. He insisted on staying by Y/N’s side until she’d open her eyes. Luckily, Jean persuaded him quickly. Even Storm wanted to remain by her side all the time. The friendship between her and Y/N blossomed fast.

When Storm arrived with the rest of the team, she was horrified when she found Logan wounded and weak next to an unconscious body. There was a slight fear Logan wouldn’t be able to heal from the wounds. When Hank and Jean freed Logan from the collar, the healing happened quickly. No one would tell he was fighting for his life hours ago.

Jean enjoyed the silence in the medical room. The only thing she heard was the beeping sound of a heart monitor.

The door to the room opened. Charles wheeled in, followed by Hank, Logan and Storm. Before anyone could ask anything, Jean gave them an answer. “No change. She’s stable, well, but still out.”

Charles was the first to approach the bed. His hands caressed Y/N’s exposed forearm, where he kept staring at the lightly radiating skin. It was fascinating. Charles didn’t have an exact answer for that. All they knew was that it had to do something with her mutation.

“You said it happened before?” The question was for Logan.

“Yes. It was the day we saved the boy and came back here. I noticed her eyes glowing.”

Charles thought about it. “Mutations can evolve. It is one thing you get to master your powers and manipulate them. In some cases, more abilities can be developed. I think this could be the case. Y/N’s mutation is evolving. I believe ner powers will rise to the surface very soon.”

“So, what? You will test her like a lab rat,” Logan scoffed, not fond of the idea. “Hadn’t she had enough of that?”

“I’m not saying we will test on her. That will only happen if she’d want to,” Charles said. “We have to wait until she awakes. It can be minutes, hours, or even days. Her mind is locked. I can’t get inside, no matter how much I try.”

“You said she created a force field around the whole school,” Storm looked at Logan. “Her energy got drained to the last bit. No wonder she’s been out for three days now. She’s never done anything like that before. She could have died.”

Jean approached the woman on the bed. She grabbed her hand, scanning the skin. “Why has this been happening for three days?”

“I forgot to mention one thing,” Logan cleared his throat. He crossed his arms over his chest. It got everyone’s attention. “The leader of the Trask unit that came to school was Y/N’s mother.”

“What?” they all said in unison. All eyes were on him.

Logan nodded. “After the accident with Y/N’s sister, her mother joined Trask Industries. She wanted revenge for her lost child. Turns out, she became a respected, high-ranked person there.”

There was silence. The information about Y/N’s mother was shocking. “That is a plot twist,” Storm commented.

“Y/N didn’t know about it, just to clarify,” Logan added strictly.

“She had her eyes on me since I escaped the lab in Salem,” said Y/N’s voice from the bed.

They all turned to the voice. Logan was the first by her side, staring at her face. Her eyes were open a crack. She was getting used to the light. Y/N blinked a few times before her eyes moved to look at Logan. He saw that her irises were glowing like the colours of the force field - silvery and blue. When she blinked again a few times, they turned back to normal.

“JJ was a trap,” she continued. “It gave away my location. Because of me, the children were in danger. Everything that happened was my fault.”

“No,” Storm walked to her from the other side. She grabbed Y/N’s hand. “You couldn’t know that would happen. All you wanted was to save the boy. And you did it. How could you know it was a trap? Also, you protected the whole school. The building is standing still because of you.”

A yawn escaped Y/N’s lips. “Is everyone okay?”

“Yes,” Jean nodded. She had a gentle smile on her face. “They are all back in school. Colossus took them away just in time. The building is standing, and it is all thanks to you.”

“Good,” Y/N closed her eyes. “I’m glad no one got hurt.”

Charles opened his mouth, ready to ask a question. Quickly, he shut it, dismissing what he wanted to ask. “We’ll talk later. Rest,” he suggested.

As they walked away, Y/N opened her eyes and found Logan staring at her. His face was filled with worry. She winked at him. It was a sign to stay. Everyone left while he remained by her bed. The door closed. They were officially alone.

Slowly, she pushed her body up until she was sitting. She stretched her arms. Logan got closer to the bed. Her eyes traced over his body. She realised he wore a simple black T-shirt that perfectly showed his muscles. Her mouth opened, almost dropping down on her lap. Damn. There was an urge to touch his stomach, to feel the abs underneath her touch. She clenched the bedsheet tightly.

“How are you feeling?” Logan’s voice brought her back to reality.

Y/N gulped. “Tired,” she replied. “It might be because I’ve been out for… how long?”

“Three days.”

“That long? Shit,” she shook her head in disbelief. Y/N moved her body. She sat at the edge of the bed, legs hanging in the air. “How are you? What did I miss?”

“A stamp of approval from Scott,” Logan laughed when he said that. “And I’m fine.”

Y/N’s mouth dropped. “Wow, I was expecting everything but that. Wait ‘til he hears about my mother being a part of Trask Industries. He will hate my guts once again. If not more.”

Logan’s eyes took in every detail of Y/N’s face. She had an amused smile on her face. Her eyes were shining with her natural colour. Her hair was all messy and tangled. And yet, she was the perfect thing he ever saw. Logan couldn’t believe he was able to kiss her that night. That dammed night when they were attacked.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Y/N noticed it. She took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for what was about to come. She could feel it in the air. It got thicker and heavier with lust and something beautiful. She didn’t have the time to whisper his name. Logan’s lips found hers in a feverish kiss. One hand grabbed her by the neck to pull her body as close to his as possible. He had to lean down to reach for her lips.

Y/N’s left hand was feeling the hard abs on his abdomen. The other hand pressed against his cheek. She could feel the beard scratching the skin of her palm. How come he was so hot with that mutton chops beard? He could pull it off.

Logan broke the kiss. He sighed, annoyed. Y/N raised a brow. It was a silent question. She wanted to know why he stopped. “You’ll have a visitor in a few seconds.”

“Ah,” she chuckled. Y/N found it amusing. Logan was visibly unhappy someone had to interrupt them again. On the other hand, she admired his advanced hearing. No one needed to know something was happening between them. It was too soon to show. The first thing they needed to do was to talk about it and define what this thing was between them.

As he stepped back, the door opened. Kitty walked in with Jerome by her side. Y/N’s eyes lit up when she saw him. “Hi, JJ!” A smile spread across her face.

“He wanted to see you,” Kitty said when they approached the bed. “He heard us when we talked in the hallway. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is,” Y/N nodded quickly. Her eyes trailed to Logan. He had his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the child. Y/N wanted to laugh at him. It was funny he was jealous of a kid. When JJ sat on the bed next to her, she patted his head.

“Are you feeling okay?” JJ asked her. “I’ve heard what happened. Everyone knows what happened. You saved the school!”

Y/N blinked a few times. She didn’t know what to say to that. “Yeah, she did,” Logan stepped in. “She got to warn us before the attackers came.”

“That’s badass,” Jerome said excitedly. “How did you know about it? Do you have a new mutation? My friends asked about you,” he kept talking fast. “You are like a celebrity among the students. You are a hero,” he explained.

“Oh,” Y/N was not pleased with that information. She didn’t want to be a hero. “There are better heroes out there. Look at Professor Xavier or Storm, Kitty… they are the real heroes here. I just did what was necessary.”

“I wish I could see it,” JJ sighed, upset that he wasn’t there. Colossus took him and the children to a safe place before the soldiers marched in.

“I’m glad you managed to get to a safe place with Colossus,” Y/N dishevelled his hair.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Kitty used the silence to ask her.

“Tired,” she gave her the same answer as she had said to Logan. “Thanks for bringing JJ here. At least I know he’s well,” and she pressed a gentle kiss on top of the boy’s head. He slowly became the little brother she never had.

When Kitty took Jerome away, Logan was relieved to be alone with Y/N again. This time, he sat next to her on the bed. His hand found the back of her neck. He started to massage it. Y/N’s eyes closed. She almost purred. A moan escaped her mouth. Logan’s eyes widened at that sound, and he grinned. “That was a pretty sound. You should make more.”

She glared at him. “Dirty mind.”

When he stopped, he leaned closer. “Let me take you back to your room,” he whispered. He kept breathing in Y/N’s scent.

“Again, dirty mind,” she chuckled.

Logan pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “You are the one with a dirty mind. I didn’t mean it like that, princess.”

Y/N watched as he got closer, wanting to kiss her again. She pressed an index finger to his lips, stopping him. “I need to do one more thing before we leave,” she said, staring into his eyes. She reached for one of his hands and brushed her fingers against his knuckles. “Scratch me with your claws.”

Logan raised his brows, pushing away a little. “What?”

“Please, do it,” she begged. “I need you to scratch me with them. You’ll see why.”

“No,” he shook his head and pulled away from her. His eyes focused on the floor, frowning. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You will not hurt me, I promise you. I need to see something. Either you will scratch me with a claw, or I will find a knife and do it myself.”

He growled like a wolf. When Logan clenched a fist, one of the claws slowly came out under his skin. He then turned his body to her. Y/N prepared her forearm. Before he could change his mind, Logan cut into her skin, making her bleed. A second later, the wound lit up like the colours of her forcefield and started closing in front of their eyes.

“Shit,” she mumbled. “I didn’t know I could do that. That’s new.”

“Damn,” Logan sighed. “That explains why we didn’t find any bullet wounds on your body. There was blood but no gashes. You can heal.”

“I can heal,” she nodded. Y/N buried her face into her hands, sighing loudly. “Holy shit, I can heal. That might explain why I could remain alive all these years in the labs. I know it happened when they attacked us. I remember being shot. I remember the pain. When I looked a few seconds later, the wound wasn’t there. I just needed to be sure that it wasn’t a hallucination.”

Logan grabbed one of her hands and pressed a soft kiss on top of it. It was a sweet, loving gesture. “Come on, princess. I’ll take you to your room.”

“Aw, such a gentleman,” she patted his beard-covered cheek playfully. “I should get wounded more. You’ll treat me like a princess every second of my life,” she teased.

“Very funny.”

They left the lowest level underground. Logan kept her close to him but didn’t touch her. They kept some distance between them in case someone decided to appear out of nowhere. He kept an eye on her in case she would show any sign of weakness.

The atmosphere changed when they arrived at the main level. The students were walking around the hallways, chatting. None of them were holding books. It meant only one thing - it was already afternoon.

One by one, they turned their attention to Logan and Y/N. When they found their teachers walking down the hallway, they stopped talking. The attention was now on them. Fingers were being pointed at them, as well as whispers spreading around.

“That’s her,” someone said.

“She saved the school.”

“They protected us.”

“She teaches English.”

“I want to be as cool as them.”

“Miss Y/L/N can make forcefields.”

All Y/N could hear in her mind was freak, weirdo, murderer. You killed her! You killed my baby!

Y/N closed her eyes and stopped walking. The attention was unpleasant. Logan noticed her face. His hand found Y/N’s lower back. It was a gentle gesture. He pressed his fingers lightly against her. Logan kept watching her face. He could see how her breath quickened. “You okay?” he asked.

Y/N gave him one gentle nod. When she opened her eyes, they started to travel around the place. They captured every single child that was staring at her. Their looks were different. The thoughts that were screaming inside her mind eased. They were barely whispers. Before, she’d feel like the biggest weirdo on the entire planet. Now, the feeling was different. She didn’t want to run away from it. Y/N was aware that she and Logan protected the whole school.

Y/N continued to walk through the crowd of students. She headed to the stairs with Logan close behind. No one asked a thing. No one wanted to talk to her. Y/N appreciated it all.

“The kids look up to ya,” Logan said when they climbed all the stairs to the third floor. They stopped in front of Y/N’s room. “They always do when someone becomes a hero,” he made a face.

“I’m no hero,” she shrugged. It made her feel uncomfortable. “I only did what was necessary.”

Logan sighed. “You sure you’ll be fine?”

She leaned against the closed door and smiled. “Yes, I will. Thank you, my knight in shining armour. I shall give you flowers for your bravery,” she bowed to him a little, laughing.

“Text me if you need me, and I’ll come to you, princess,” he winked at her.

Y/N walked into her room. She closed the door, sighing. Logan left without a kiss. Why was she so upset about it? Rolling her eyes, Y/N walked to the bathroom. She needed to shower the last three unconscious days and a fight where she came face to face with her mother.

. . .

It was ten in the evening. The whole school was silent. The students were in their rooms, already asleep. During school days, they all had to be in their dorms before nine.

Y/N was inside her room the whole time. After a long hot shower, she changed into fresh clothes. She then fell asleep on her bed for a few hours. Her body was tired. It called for a nap. Now, she was sitting on the bed, finishing a French braid. Y/N could smell the coconut shampoo on her body. Her mind kept wandering to Logan, her mother and back.

How is it that when something nice was happening, a shit from the past had to appear at the exact moment? Shaking her head, she tied the end of the braid with a rubber band.

There was a knock on the door. Before Y/N could open her mouth, the door slowly opened. Logan walked in, frowning. When he noticed her sitting on the bed, his face softened.

“What’s with the face?” she asked, grinning.

He closed the door behind him and approached the bed. “I was worried, okay?”

Y/N kneeled on the bed, laughing. “Aw, that is so sweet. The big bad Wolverine was worried about me.” Her eyes watched as he took a seat next to her. “I’m sorry for giving you wrinkles. I fell asleep after the shower.”

Logan huffed, nodding. And then, in a mere second, Logan grabbed her into his arms. One held her by the waist while the other was behind her neck. Their lips connected in a sloppy, passionate kiss. At this point, Y/N wasn’t even surprised by his sudden action. All she could do was think about him - his lips, his touch. Their tongues pressed together, mouths sliding hungrily. They got lost in their passion.

“I was worried about you,” said Logan when their lips disconnected. “I was going crazy watching you unconscious on that damn bed,” he admitted. “I’d be really pissed if something happened to you.”

Her finger gently stroked the bridge of his nose. “When I saw you with that collar, powerless, I knew I had to do anything to protect you. You became a simple mortal human being. It wasn’t nice to see you all wounded and defeated. I was worried that…”

Logan’s brows raised. “What?” he asked softly.

“We wouldn’t be able to start whatever it is between us,” she looked away.

Logan sat on the bed and brought her onto his lap. His hands held her by the hips, gripping them tightly. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts to his chest. “Oh, princess,” he sighed, staring into her eyes. They travelled to her lips. “Good thing we survived. We can now continue where we left off.”

Y/N felt the thrill rushing through her body. However, her face heated up. Suddenly, she was shy. Logan saw it all. One of his hands rested on her cheeks. “Don’t go shy on me now, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. “Well, the last time I had something with a guy was over five years ago,” she made a face.

“We don’t have to…”

“But I want to,” she stopped him by pressing a finger to his lips. “I want to, Logan. I-” Her eyes scanned his green ones. There was something on her lips she wanted to say. It was too soon to confess. Y/N knew what she felt for him, but she didn’t allow herself to say it out loud. After she swallowed the truthful words, she said, “I want you.”

The air changed in the room. With a gentle touch, Logan traced the curves of her body, feeling the tremble of excitement beneath his fingertips. As their lips met in a tender kiss, they both felt the rush of passion surge through them, melting away any lingering doubts or inhibitions.

The first pieces of clothing were gone in mere seconds. Logan took off Y/N’s T-shirt, showing her exposed chest to his eyes. He licked his lips as his eyes observed her beautiful breasts. When Y/N took off Logan’s white tank top, her nails lightly scratched his chest, enjoying the feeling of him under her fingertips. Slowly, they undressed each other, savouring the unveiling of skin, each moment building the intensity of their connection.

Y/N expected that, at some point, Logan would become rougher and impatient. She was surprised when he took his time and didn’t rush things. His touches were gentle and loving as if she were a fragile doll that would break under his touch.

“You smell so good, princess,” he growled. His mouth wrapped around her hardened nipple and sucked on it. He was rewarded with a moan. He sucked on it, circled it with a tongue. When he let it with a pop, Logan looked at her, grinning. “Next time, I will fuck ya like the naughty girl I know you are.”

“Logan,” she whispered his name.

He continued to lavish attention on her breasts. His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, alternating between bites and licks that sent shivers down her spine. He loved how she responded to his attention – it only fueled his passion further.

The moans kept escaping Y/N’s lips after every touch, every stroke and lick. The sound of her moans and gasps filled the air, making Logan’s dick throb painfully.

He grabbed her by the waist and laid her down on the bed. He positioned himself between her legs. “What a beautiful view,” he commented, eyeing her naked upper body.

Her hands reached for the big belt he wore. Y/N unfastened it, unbuttoned the jeans and pulled down the zipper. She realised he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Y/N’s brows raised up, and she grinned at him. She was met with his semi-hard length begging to be taken out of the jeans.“You like going commando?”

“I was in a hurry,” he said, grinning.

Y/N took him out, stroking him slowly from tip to base. She felt him twitch under her touch. He had a nice dick - perfect length, veiny, and he trimmed his pubic hair around his penis and balls. She heard him moan and curse under his nose.

“Fuck, baby girl,” his eyes rolled into the back of his head when she squeezed him harder. He stopped her movements. Logan took her hand off his throbbing member. He brought the hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “I want to be inside of you.”

Logan took off his jeans while his eyes remained on Y/N’s movements. He followed her hands - how they reached for the hem of her shorts. She took off the fabric with panties, and she exposed her pussy for his eyes to see. “Fuck,” he growled.

Once they were both naked, Logan positioned himself at the entrance of her wet pussy, looking down at her face with a mix of determination and desire burning in his eyes. He ran his thumb along her clit, making her squirm.

One last kiss before he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed in. He watched Y/N’s reaction carefully, seeing the way her face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. “Shit,” he cursed. “So tight.”

He started to move slowly, allowing their bodies to become one. Logan didn’t want to hurt her. His eyes were locked with hers with every move he made. He wanted to take his time, to savour every moment of being inside her, feeling her surround him completely.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Faster, Logan. Please.”

Hearing her pleas, Logan's feral instincts kicked in, and he responded by increasing the pace of his thrusts, driving into her tight pussy with forceful strokes. He watched her breasts bounce with every snap of his hips. “You are so fucking pretty like this,” he praised her.

Another loud moan escaped Y/N’s lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed him closer to her body, pressing her lips against his in a feverish kiss. It was sloppy and dirty, all tongue and teeth. One of his hands sneaked between their bodies. His thumb found her clit, and he started to toy with it.

Her walls clenched around his length. “Ah, fuck!” she gasped. “I’m so close.”

“Good, baby girl,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t hold up and come for me, pretty girl.”

He heard her cry out and felt her body tense as she approached climax. Logan increased the tempo of his movements even further, driving himself into her. He watched as Y/N reached her peak. Her eyes closed, walled gripped his cock tightly as waves of pleasure ran through her body.

Logan’s release followed a few seconds later. At the last moment, he pulled out and spilt his seed over her lower belly, grunting. “Ah, fuck, fuck,” he cursed.

Logan’s chest heaved with each laboured breath. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air around them as they lay there, spent and satisfied. Y/N turned her head to look at him. She watched as he breathed heavily. A smile appeared on her lips.

“Damn,” she whispered.

He turned his head, catching her eyes. Logan grinned at her. “That’s it?” he teased.

“I am speechless. Isn’t that enough?” Y/N winked at him. She rolled to her side, snuggling her naked body to his. Her fingers absentmindedly started to stroke his chest, brushing through some of the hairs.

Logan managed to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. “How are you feeling?”

Her eyes locked with his. “Happy,” she replied simply.

“How about one more round?” he suggested.

Y/N smacked his chest playfully. “Insatiable man.”

He grabbed her hand and led it down his body to his hard length. Y/N wrapped her fingers around his cock. “What can I say. I can’t get enough of you.”

She giggled. “Cheezy. Fine, one more round.”

“This time, you will ride me, pretty girl.”

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love-and-war-on-cybertron · 1 month ago

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Teach a Bot to Kiss: Ratchet PT1

So this got deleted part way through writing so I used that as an excuse to try something. Also tumble made me post it in two parts. Enjoy~

The circumstances that brought you to the Lost Light were not ideal. No one, including you, talked about it. Ratchet seemed to think you were handling it surprisingly well. You didn't seem bothered. Quite happy. Maybe a little too happy. He's mention it to Rung next time they ran into each other.

The lost light was a big place to be if you were a tiny human. Lucky for you, Ratchet was willing to be your caretaker of sorts. He may be gruff and downright biting at times, but you could see that underlying care in him. No doubt it's what made him such a good doctor. Even you, he considered a potential patient. Luckily for you, he had some experience with humans and thus a previously saved bit of information on their medical needs. Today you were in the medical bay for one of his minor check ups. Keeping track of your vitals, seeing if anything made levels all wrong. Or if space travel was treating you wrong. Like usual, he did it at the end of the work day, when no one was in dire need of his attention. He just needed you to stand there and get scanned while he glanced at the numbers. "Well, looking fine as usual." "Why thank you." You say with a wink. Ratchet lets out a scoff and rolls his eyes. "You're hanging out with Rodimus too much." He writes something down on a data pad and sets it aside before shutting off the scanner and offering his palm to you. Using his thumb as a handle, you climb on so he can carry you off to his quarters. Ratchet waves to Ambulon as he passes by. It's the night hours, or at least the equivalent. The lights are turned down in the halls and most bots are in their quarters. Time for Ratchet, and thus you, to head to bed as well. "Hey Ratchet?" He unlocks his habsuite and grunts in acknowledgment, "You were on earth right?" "We've been over this many times y/n," He flips the lights and sets you on the shelf with your make shift bed. A collection of sponge and clean rags. Comfortable enough for you, "Yes I was on earth." He preferred not to talk about that time. The beginning of the end in a way. You flop onto the makeshift bed, even turned away, he can hear your mouth open, ready to ask a question. All a part of the nightly routine since he started caring for you. Asking any inane question that comes to mind while he readies for recharge. What he saw, who he met. Moving on to his past on cybertron. You always asked questions. Ratchet begrudgingly answered. You were trying to fill the silence. It couldn't be easy living on ship away from your home world and everything you knew. Sometimes these stupid questions led to interesting, dare he even think, inciteful conversation. Your voice was getting drowsy with sleep before asking about his love life. "When was the last time you kissed someone?" "Cybertronians don't kiss." "Prudes?" You perked up. "No, it just isn't a thing." He settles down on his berth, ready to offline. But you keep questioning. Ratchet can hear you shifting, eventually your soft steps coming to the edge of the shelf you're on. "Like… Just not popular?" He glances at you and sees you focused on him. This wasn't going to be one of those inciteful conversations, but clearly not one he could get out of. "No. We have many ways of showing affection, but that isn't one of them." Your pause makes him hopeful you will let it go and he can sleep. "But you know what kissing is?" Another heavy sigh, "I was on earth after all." "Well if you ever need the practice." You wiggle your brows and chuckle. Ratchet narrows his optics at you. Cheeky, as always. He flicks your forehead a little harder than he meant to. The THUNK of his digit and the way you stumbled back solidified that.

Part Two

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skeletondeerart · 4 months ago

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Sacred Waters, Sacred Hearts Chapter 1

A Male OC! Metkayina x Fem Human! Reader | Word Count: 1722

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A/N : Both Rukan and reader are in their mid 20's

" " = direct speech | ' ' = Metkayina sign language | Bold = English

Another night approaches as multiple moons emerge from the waves. I adjust my mask, ensuring it's sealed to my cheeks, as I shuffle off my light shawl, leaving just my wetsuit and waterproof tablet. The morning winds nip at my exposed skin, and I make haste into the reef, gracefully submerging myself and diving down to the reef bed to escape the chill of the evening.

I was one of the last marine biologists left on Pandora after the fall of the Omatikaya's Hometree, yet by the grace of Eywa I was taken into her embrace and was allowed to live amongst the flora and fauna. I now reside on the coastline a couple hours from the Metkayina settlements; respecting the ocean-dwelling Navi immensely, I made sure to leave them alone and stay in my small corner of the ocean; content with just researching and documenting the underwater flora and fauna. Though I may seem isolated here on my lonesome I do make frequent calls to Norm and Max to update their data files, ordering human supplies or just for a chat yet sometimes I yearn for someone else to share my experiences with...

Weaving through bioluminescent kelp, flippers boost me through the currents I glide to a halt and unsheathe my switchblade to harvest some vegetation and check on the coral's health. Happy with the healthy flora and the harvest I document photos for my log and bask in the temperate waters. I smile at the stillness from the ocean bed, turning onto my back and gazing up through the water's surface, mesmerised by the reflection of light shimmering across the lapping waves from below.

Eventually, my lungs begin to burn yearning for oxygen, and I move to breach the surface, breaking the water tension my mask immediately intakes the Pandoran air and swiftly converts it to plain oxygen. As I catch my breath, I watch Ilu ride the waves and birds dive into the ocean to nab up small fish for their dinner. My stomach rumbles at the through and my mind drifts back to the edible vegetation in my pouch, I paddle back to shore and squeeze the water from my hair before I begin stoking a fire to roast my own dinner.

Time gets away from me as I continue to do tasks onshore like chopping wood and transferring files into the databank. My thoughts are disturbed by a shrill ring, Norm's contact blaring from my tablet. I quickly accept it as Norm appears on the screen; giving a curt wave before he started speaking.

"Hey (Y/n), how are you? Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time, but I have a favour to ask." He rambles, arms gesturing awkwardly.

"Uh, nah I'm not doing much; how can I help ya Norm?" I say absent-mindedly as I continue weaving a new blanket, preparing for the cooler weather.

"Mo'at needs some specific medicinal herbs, but they can only be found in the deeper parts of the reef bed. Considering you're now quite an adept diver I thought to ask you first before connecting with the Metkayina traders."

"Oh yeah no problem, I'll duck out in a moment and get that heading your way no problem" I smile as I stand to pull my wetsuit back on from its drying rack.

Norm rubs his nape and bows his head in gratitude "I can't thank you enough (Y/n) just text me when you're done so I can send someone out there to collect the goods"

"Easy, I'll get back to you soon, but if you don't hear back by tomorrow afternoon assume I drowned" I laugh in jest.

I watch as Norm scrunches his face in horror "Don't make me come over there for a welfare check buddy, because I will! I swear it." Norm sighs exasperated by my words wagging his finger to the camera.

"Oh, I'm just kidding Normie; have some faith in me will ya." I giggle as I slip the thick fabric up my torso, Navi stripes adorn the fabric, mimicking the Metkayina's camouflage.

"How many times have I asked you to quit it with the 'Normie'…" Norm scolds but it holds no venom at all. "Look, you better update me straight away ok! I got to go; Max needs some help in the lab, see ya (Y/n)." He waves and disconnects as I wave goodbye myself.

I release a sigh as I take a final note of all the things I need and make sure my mask is free from damage as I set out. I walk out of the airlock to the edge of the mangroves and leap into the deeper portion, my vision is hindered by a myriad of bubbles for a moment before settling down, I begin the descent into the sandbank, I had no need for a flashlight due to the high concentration of bioluminescence, I glide through the waters and corals with ease and gradually letting some oxygen in through my air tank, I only used it for longer expeditions as I like to train my lung capacity.

I swim further from my base, lowering my altitude as I dive into a stunning deep cave. I spotted the herbs; it looked like sea moss; excellent in curing skin ailments when ground into a salve. I push faster through the currents and into the jagged coral formation that the moss grew on, not seeing the signature Metkayina markers for a protected area... I peeled it from its roots and placed it into a leather pouch, deeming it enough I turned to make my way back out, but I was stunned into silence as a massive shadow passed by the gaps in the coral.

It was an Akula…a massive shark-like beast who not even the Navi deem as a friend. My lungs constricted as I limited agitating the water around me. I waited with bated breath as the Akula swam circles around the exit, I peered timidly out as I no longer detect its presence. So, I make the decision to slowly rise to the entrance of the cave. I make the dash, but the Akula notices the disruption and flings itself in my direction, a terrified gargle escapes my throat as I weave hastily through the outcrops narrowly avoiding its snapping jaws.

In my adrenaline-fueled state, I didn't notice another join the fray. Until a muffled roar is heard from the Akula as it flees back deeper into the cave system. I burrow myself into the coral hiding from my painful death as I go to release more oxygen into my mask, my hands fumble with a pierced tube and my eyes widen in realisation.

My oxygen supply is drained and I'm so far from the surface.

My panic only spikes further as piercing blue eyes peer down at me cuddled up in the coral like a child.

It was a Metkayina patroller, he was mounted on an Ilu as he scowled in my direction, his rapid signing not going unnoticed.

I gingerly raise my hand and sign 'I mean no harm. I'm with the Omaticaya, gathering medicinal herbs for our injured, but can you help me to the surface I need to breathe…'

He shook his head frustrated but for a moment I could see the disbelief in his eyes at my fluency. 'You do not belong here tawtute, let alone in a protected area, go back to the forest.' But his eyes soften when he sees me start to go blue, my eyes pleading as I point to the surface. He sighs exasperated as he snatches my arm and hauls me into his chest atop his Ilu, jetting to the surface. My vision gets splotchy as we break the water, my mask luckily taking in the air again with no issue.

As I fill my strained lungs again, I'm abruptly shoved off the Ilu and dunk under momentarily pouting as I surface and gazing up at the Navi with a smug look on his face. He points his finger at me.

"Do not touch tawtute, it is a protected site and you're too close to the village" he states, shaking his head. "Go" He states his finned arm pointing back to shore.

"Sorry I didn't see the marker, I'll stay away, promise." I put up my pinky finger momentarily before realising he wouldn't know what it meant. He leans back, a hairless brow raising in suspicion.

"Silly tawtute…" He mutters under his breath before urging again "I'll accompany you home just to make sure that Akula leaves you be. I don't want your pitiful death on my conscience." He states "But you're swimming yourself…"

I laugh "Fine by me" I say before setting back on course. I paddle on the water's surface beside the Metkayina on his Ilu, swimming in silence for most of the way. I'm broken out of my thoughts as his words pierce the silence.

"What are those on your feet…" He questioned, with an ounce of curiosity evident in his tone. I gaze back for a moment checking for any foreign matter.

"Flippers. Helps me swim faster and easier, kind of how your feet and tail help you through the water." I say casually, lifting one from the water to flaunt it with a smile, his face scrunching up as water flicks him in the face.

"I see…" His words were cut short as my home was spotted over the water. Nestled into the mangroves and covered in my hand-woven cloths and netting.

"Well, here's my stop" I sigh as I pull myself up into the mangroves and onto the net platforming.

A curious hum leaves his throat as he gazes at my abode. "Looks somewhat like our villages… yet so tawtute." He mumbles scratching at his nape.

Honestly, over the past hour, I have grown fondness for this Navi. I can't help but blurt out "(Y/n)." His eyes shoot to me confused. "My name… it's uh (Y/n)" I state my cheeks flushing.

"(Y/n)…" He takes a moment letting my name digest "Rukan…" he replies before abruptly diving on his Ilu and swimming off in the direction of the village.

"Rukan…. What a nice name" I smile before heading inside to preserve the moss and notifying Norm of a successful expedition.

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neteyamssyulang · 1 year ago

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I have an idea for a fic!!

Reader who's a scientist and she loses her kid into the forest but that one delicious man, aka neteyam, finds the kid and can't help but pity them

⟢ A Miracle ⟢

⟢ Part 1 ⟢

⟢ Pairing: Neteyam x fem scientist reader ⟢

⟢ Part 2 Here ⟢

⟢ Summary: While taking some notes in the forest with your daughter, she wanders off till a certain na’vi man finds her.

⟢ Warnings: None really besides reader being worried for her daughter.

⟢ Word count: 409 ⟢

⟢ Translation(s): Ngati zola‘u yuey -> Your welcome beautiful.

⟢ A/N: I know it’s short but I hope this was ok😭

To say your daughter was a curious little thing would be an understatement, she loved pandora, almost as much as you did. Unfortunately for her she never really got to go out since no one would take her.

That is until you decided maybe it was time but only if she would promise to behave and stay close to you. Naturally your daughter agreed, how could she ever pass up the chance to actually go and see pandora?

"I mean it lily, do not go off on your own" it was a soft command but you needed to make sure she understood. The girl nodded giggling "Yes mama."

Sighing, you began to collect some samples and data while occasionally looking behind you to check on your daughter. So far so good, she's actually listening.

Or not.

While you were distracted with your work, Lily became bored and decided to get up and wander around. Forgetting about the dangers that lurk around the corner.

Neteyam was out on his usual patrol when small sobs pricked at his ears. Curious, he followed them till he found himself in a small clearing with a human child.

This was strange, what could a small human be doing all the way out here?

Silently he moved closer till crouching down beside the small human "Are you alright?" He asked softly. Lily wiped her tears away before looking up at the tall na'vi.

"I lost my mama" she sniffled,"She told me not to move but I didn't listen.." Neteyam felt pity for this small child, it would explain those shouts he heard eariler though.

Standing up, Neteyam leaned down before picking the child up in his arms. The little girl squeaked, though her attention quickly turned to the swinging braids that fell over his shoulders.

You were searching frantically around the forest, calling your daughters name. It had been atleast two hours since she walked off and you still haven't found her.

Soon a squeak along with a deep chuckle caught your attention, turning around your met with a handsome na'vi and your daughter who's tugging at his braids.

"I assume this one is yours?" Neteyam asked, carefully handing the small child to you. Lily immediately clung onto you while whispering how sorry she was for walking off.

You held your daughter closely, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "She is, thank you so much.." you spoke softly.

Neteyam smiled "Ngati zola'u yuey."

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insert-something-funy-here · 5 months ago

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MUEHEHEHE >:)

CHAT IT'S SILLIES TIME!!!!

For those who didn't see before I deleted it, sometime ago, I made a post about an idea for an AU I have where Biograft is sentient enough for Medkit leaving Blackrock to affect him (and on top of that, that's how he discovers his own sentience). I spent a couple hours writing cus I got inspired! Biograft doesn't yet realize he's sentient, so I think (if people like thus enough) I'll make a pt2 to this cus I have ideas for where this could go!! (Tbh, I'll probably do it regardless of if people like it or not, but still!!!)

Edit: Am in fact making this a series

This is the start || Part 2

An error. A simple miscalculation. Making breakfast for two, when there was only one here who could eat. Opening the door to an empty, and uncharacteristically clear room. No phighter for me to wake. Green flowers at the bedside now wilting from missing… from his absence. It was odd how he would “heal,” them every other morning. I don't have such an ability, being created for the opposite of healing. Most iterations of me anyway.

I should throw those away before they begin to rot. It’s been a week now. Or I could leave them. Perhaps after such long-term exposure to his crystal, they will last longer than regular flowers. That’s all this is, testing a hypothesis. I can leave them a little longer, just to see the results.

New connections have started forming in my programming. One of me was out collecting materials for Subspace, and I saw those flowers again. When I saw them, what came to mind wasn’t any data about it, not its place of origin, ideal habitat, or its potential uses, but the memory of seeing Medkit reverse the effects of time on the ones he kept. Yet another odd error.

I asked Subspace to help me troubleshoot these recent errors. We came to the same conclusion of there being something in my software. He checked, said that my algorithms had been evolving rapidly and creating a new type of data, which could have been overwhelming the system and causing these errors. But what caused that spike in complexity? The only thing to have changed recently outside of myself is that his presence is no longer here. Subspace hasn’t given me any new updates, and such drastic change has never happened without Subspace’s intervention before. There is no reason for me to have change unless my creator requests it or it is within his benefit for me to do so on my own time. This isn’t benefiting anyone, so why is it happening? And why didn’t Subspace fix me?

He said even though he himself had no idea of the catalyst of these changes, with refinement, they gave the opportunity to lead wonderful new breakthroughs. Yet I find myself still unable to understand, which only in turn creates further lack of understanding. How am I unable to see what it is my creator wants from me? Why don’t I understand the results he wishes for?

Why do I ask and hesitate now instead of proceeding onward as I always have?

What makes life?

The definition I was programmed with was, “the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.”

Am I alive?

I fit 2.5 of the important descriptors. I have the capacity for artificial change and growth (but it is not continual) and functional activity. I have the ability to die. To its simplest point, is living not just the absence of death?

Perhaps I mean to ask if I have sentience?

Is there a difference between chemical and code if they both have the potential to react irrationally to stimulus, be it internal or external?

Could this metal exterior be made metaphorical flesh?

One of me was out at the Crossroads today. I saw him, yet I did not attack. He is a wanted traitor, and I had the opportunity to pursue him, yet I didn’t. He saw me, and he didn’t run, even though he should have.

When I saw him, I thought of those flowers again. It’s been a month now. They’ve dried out but haven’t rotted yet. I should’ve thrown those away the same way I should’ve gone after him, without hesitation.

For some reason, part of me wanted to follow him, not to bring him back, but to see how he is now. Perhaps he would be able to explain why I’ve changed. What a strange hypothesis. Perhaps one worth further investigation.

It’s happened a few more times now. It’s been 4 months since his leave. Every time I see him, I act as though I haven't. I believe he’s caught on that I do it on purpose. I don’t know why I have this inability to approach him first. I think this “test” ends here. How unsatisfactory, with no results to show for it.

Is this cowardice? I think I better understand the concept outside of its definition now.

He stopped me as I went to leave this time. He pulled me aside into a nearby alley. Why? We stared at one another in an uncomfortable silence. Could silence be comfortable?

He asked me what I was doing. I asked him to clarify. He asked why I hadn’t been trying to go after him whenever Subspace wasn't around. I had no response. I moved on and told him something within me changed, but I couldn’t figure out what. He seemed confused but told me to continue. I told him about the errors, some of my questions, and about the flowers.

Something in the way he looked at me changed. He understood something about me that I did not. I couldn’t recognize what it was he held towards me with his gaze, but he stepped closer, and I let him

Innocent hands, covered in blood, not mine or its own, that wished to hold onto me. Sorrow grips us both.

I flew away to a false sky before my wings could be fully clipped, but left you, a fish in a bird cage. I can't take you to the water, but let me bring you drops of the sea.

“Even you need to rest and grieve… I missed you too.”

New ideas I had yet to understand.

I felt his arms wrap around me and an intense sensation rushed through me, it wore at me, as the waves do to a coastline, until I was left with nothing but the soothing sounds of the ocean.

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alsktudy · 1 year ago

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— warmth

paring. soonyoung x reader genre. angst, exes to lovers, fluff at the end wc. 1.5k warning. mention of skipping meals and swearing

synopsis. you thought breaking up with soonyoung would make you more focused at your job. you couldn't be more wrong.

his sharp, angular eyes were filling with tears, you hate seeing him cry, you hate it even more that it was you making him cry.

“what?” his voice shaky and struggling to produce a coherent sound, “i- i don’t understand.”

“let’s break up.”

he shakes his head in disbelief, the tears which had been collecting over the past few moments finally beginning to trickle down his cheeks.

“you don’t actually mean it, you aren’t being serious.”

“i wouldn’t joke around about something like this soonyoung.”

soonyoung furrows his eyebrows at his full name being spoken, his ears had gotten used to you calling him ‘soonie’.

you swallow the thick lump forming in your throat, “i really mean it, let’s break up.”

—

you convinced yourself were fine.

the attention which he constantly bathed you in ultimately made you unproductive at work. your supervisor got annoyed at you for entering the wrong numbers and decided to force your whole section have to work over time to fix your mistake.

you wanted focus on your work, that was the whole reason why you broke up with him in the first place, so why you can’t you focus on entering any of the data into the stupid glowing screen in front of you?

it’s a simple task, punch a few numbers into the computer and you’re done. you’ve done this for 7 months already that it feels like muscle memory, yet your hands are unable to move, currently occupied with the task of holding tightly onto the thoughts of your past relationship.

your eyes gaze shift to the phone resting on the table.

a part of you wishes soonyoung would call you or even send a message. he didn’t block you on social media, heck, he didn’t even unfollow you. that means he wants to keep in touch… right? you think it’s safe to assume he didn’t have the heart to press the unfollow button and honestly, you’re secretly glad he didn’t becuase you didn’t have the heart to unfollow him either.

but a part of you also wishes that you could shelf your pride away and text him first. ask him how work’s going, if he’s found any good music lately, after all, thats what friends on facebook do, right? or possibly the monstrous task of apologising.

with a sigh you reach for your phone and search up his instagram for what seems like 17th time today. all the posts which contained you disappeared 2 weeks ago – you really hope he archived them and didn’t delete them.

your thumb shifts to click on his most recent post: a video of him dancing. the shadow from his black adidas cap obscuring most of his face, making it hard to make out his eyes.

maybe it was for the best that you couldn’t see his eyes. they’d probably remind you of how desperate his sharp, glossy eyes yearned to find a single glimpse of remorse in your gaze that night.

you analyse the way his body effortlessly moves to the rhythm of the song until a loud thud on your desk snaps you out of your trance.

“didn’t you break up with that kid?” nayeon asks as she looks over your shoulder, her eyes gazing at the replaying video.

“yeah,” slightly embarassed that nayeon had caught you looking at his profile, “why?”

“then why do you keep watching him dance?” you gulp audibly and reach for your phone and turn it off, “you’ve checked that thing,” she points at your phone, “countless times over the past hour. i keep hearing the same song over and over again.”

rolling your eyes you shove your phone into a drawer, “i was just checking up on him.” you retort, crossing your arms.

“checking up on him every 7 minutes?” she scoffs.

“well…” you exhale shakily, “i haven’t seen him in a while, i was just curious…”

“wait! lemme check your screentime real quick.” she exclaims.

“what?”

“just… pass me the damn phone.”

you comply, opening the drawer, handing her the phone after unlocking it.

shit, you didn’t realise that you checked up on him that much.

“9 hours… 9 hours!?” nayeon’s eyes go wide as she reads your average daily screentime. “do i have to confiscate your phone?!” she jokes with a light slap on your shoulder.

“well.. i like watching youtube.”

“most used app… instagram.”

well shit. thanks apple.

“what the hell is wrong with you!?”

“could you keep it down?!” you say in a whisper-shout, lightly slapping her arm.

“you gotta fix that.”

“are you my mum or something?”

“no, i’m a good friend.” her thumbs rapidly tap at the glowing screen.

“what the hell are you doing?”

“setting you a damn limit since you obviously can’t control yourself.” she says grinning at the screen, “gave you one minute allowed on insta, you’re welcome.” she places the phone back into your hands and walks away chuckling.

“i can just disable it when i get home!”

and disable it you did.

—

it had been 2 months since you last saw him in person and fuck, you were missing him like crazy.

your life became a grey scene devoid of all colour, but you can’t really blame anyone but yourself. you pushed away the man who brought a range of beautiful colours that you couldn’t even imagine before you met him.

yeah sure, you slowly regained your focus on work and even got a promotion, but did it really mean anything if soonyoung didn’t attempt to make a congratulations cake and somehow burn it? or pepper your face with a multitude of kisses saying that your his smart, pretty girl until you beg him to stop with a shy giggle? you didn’t fucking think so.

“soonyoung?” you say smiling, “what a coincidence to see you here! it’s so nice to see you again.”

you couldn’t help it, you had to see him. soonyoung taught lessons at a dance studio nearby, you were bound to run into him sooner or later if you continued to lurk around the area.

he flashes you a feign smile, “oh! oh- uh it’s nice to see you too.” well that sounded like a lie. he looks down and hesitates before looking up to meet your eyes once more, “how have you been?”

“im just living life, i guess.” you say, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt, the confidence (and the adrenaline) which pumped throughout your body moments ago disolving in a instant after hearing his voice, “how have you been, soonie?”

soonyoung breath hitches at the old nickname but continues to keep his composure.

“well, i’ve been...” he takes a breath, “living my life too.”

you look up to meet his gaze, his cold gaze. no warmth behind those pupils, the glimmer of passion which once used to call his eyes home had disappeared.

an uncomfortable silence fell between you two as you stared at each other feeling an obvious tension blanketing the atmosphere.

“i guess… i guess i should go.” you say, knowing that this interaction wouldn’t lead to anything other than more tension, “see you around.” you give him wave accompanied by a small smile.

as you awkwardly turn around and begin to walk away, soonyoung shaky voice rings through out your ears, “are you taking care of yourself? you’ve been eating well right? i hope you have, i always told you not to skip your meals.”

you spin around to meet his glossy eyes staring at you, “what?” you ask breathlessly.

“you’ve skipped meals right? you always do that when you-”

you run into him, wrapping your arms around his waist, in response he cloaks with his own warmth with an embrace. “soonyoung,” you sob into his shirt.

he exhales, “i know, i missed you too.”

you peel your face off his chest and look at him – his gaze full of love as he looks down at you with his tears threatening to fall with one simple blink.

your heart shatters as the thought of all of the emotions he probably went through the past 2 months rapidly fly throughout your mind. all you can say is a pathetic ‘i’m so sorry.’ repeatedly into his chest.

all he does is slowly caress your hair and press kisses onto the top of your head as you continue to sob your apologises.

you hate that your the one who’s crying the most out of the two of you, shouldn’t he be crying more? you’re the one who broke up with him. but it’s like soonyoung can basically read your mind, after all, you were together for 1.5 years. he immediately comforts you and all of your worrying thoughts, “it’s okay, let it all out, i forgive you.”

it takes a while before theres silence bewteen you two. his scent is comforting, his soft whispers into your hair make you giggle and tighten your arms around him and his warm, loving gaze makes you never want to leave him again.

thank you for reading until the end!!

a/n. requested by @kwonshiho, heres the ask! its loosely based on screentime by epik high ft soonyoung and a tad inspired by our beloved summer. i used this to practice for my english exam LOL. also this took long to write LOL

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lady-divine-writes · 28 days ago

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Kurtbastian one-shot "Data Dump" (Rated T)

Summary:

Sebastian was raised to throw money at his problems. But Kurt wants more effort than that from his boyfriend. Sebastian finds a way to solve this problem in an unlikely place - TikTok.

Notes:

I started writing this back in 2021, which is when the TikTok trend mentioned was happening. Then I disappeared for four years XD But I love this and have always wanted to finish it. (3,464 words)

Read on AO3.

Kurt's phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it.

Vehemently ignores it.

He doesn't need to check it.

He knows who it is.

He knows what the messages, piling up like the snow outside on the sidewalk, say.

Sebastian has been blowing up his phone for the past half hour, which is obnoxious as hell since they are sitting roughly thirty feet apart with only a door between them.

Kurt's phone buzzes again. And again. And again. He considers silencing it. Admittedly, turning it off would be better. But he's working from home today, so he needs to be available in case Isabelle wants to get a hold of him. Sebastian knows this. It's a loophole that he is exploiting.

Because Sebastian loves loopholes.

Of course, it's 3:17, and Isabelle leaves the office around four. Maybe Kurt could get away with it. As long as no fashion lines drop unexpectedly, or there aren't any "What color is this dress?" controversies brewing.

The bedroom door flies open, and Sebastian's head pops out.

“Kurt! Dammit! Look at your phone!”

“We're in the same apartment! If you want to talk, come out here and talk!”

"No! I need you to look at your phone!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm trying to apologize!"

"Then come out here and apologize!"

"But...but..." Sebastian sputters, "That'll negate the apology I sent you! And I put effort into it! Remember effort? The thing you say I don't give enough of because I solve everything with my wallet?"

Kurt's burgeoning tirade stops short, leaving him mouth agape. He does say that. Quite a lot, actually, where their relationship is concerned. But that's because, for the past few years, it's been true. Sebastian forgets an anniversary? A blue box from Tiffany's shows up on Kurt's desk. They get into a fight, and Sebastian says something heinous? A new McQueen scarf gets added to Kurt's collection. Sebastian discovers at the last minute that he has a dinner meeting scheduled for the one night Kurt's friends are coming to town for drinks? A new pair of Jimmy Choos magically appears on the passenger seat of Kurt's SUV. And whereas Kurt isn't opposed to material displays of affection, the one thing all these lack is Sebastian himself.

"Fair," Kurt admits. "But why do I need to look at my phone?"

"It's sort of a multi-media event."

"Multi-media event?" Kurt rolls his eyes. God, Sebastian can be so precious sometimes. And not in a good way. "Fine. I'll look," he promises. But he doesn't. Not right away.

And Sebastian glares at him.

"Now, Kurt. Now. Look at your phone right now."

Kurt huffs, followed by another dramatic "Fine!" He grabs his phone, throttling it like it owes him money. He unlocks it as slowly as humanly possible. Sebastian, watching from the doorway, begins to tap his toe against the floor. Then he drums his finger on the door jamb. And when Kurt still hasn't reached his messaging app, he knocks his forehead against the wall.

"Kuuurrrttt!"

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there!"

"Urgh!" Sebastian gives up his surveilling and retreats back into the bedroom.

Kurt opens his messaging app and groans. "127 missed messages? Are you kidding me right now?"

"No, I'm not!" Sebastian bellows, and Kurt can't help snickering. Sebastian might be annoying, but never let it be said that the man is unamusing. Kurt clears his throat and scrolls down to missing message number one. He opens it and reads it out loud.

-You say I don't open up to you.

-That in the seven years we've been together, you know me less now than you did in high school.

-I don't know how that's possible, but I'm not going to debate that with you.

-Instead, I'm going to admit that you might be right.

-But I have my reasons for not opening up.

-It's not because I don't trust you.

-It's because I have more baggage than your Louis Vuitton weekender set, and I didn't want to burden you with it.

Kurt pauses, rereading that last message a few more times. A twinge of guilt tightens his shoulders and ratchets straight up through his neck. He knows that Sebastian has baggage.

Kurt has met his family.

They have so many expectations that Kurt is surprised Sebastian's head didn't explode sometime before high school. Sebastian graduated from Dalton with honors and a perfect 5.0 GPA. He was accepted to all the Ivy Leagues as well as a few prestigious international schools. He worked at an internship right out of high school, and it wasn't for anyone his family had direct connections to. But as much as the Smythes treat Sebastian like an investment they are making grand returns off of, nothing he does is ever good enough.

Surprisingly, they don't have any problem with their commodity being gay. Sebastian's family loves Kurt. Either that, or they are all tremendous actors. But in genuine extended family fashion, they keep asking when the two of them are going to buckle down, get married, and find an equally well-connected surrogate to give them some grandkids.

After witnessing all that, Kurt has to admit it would be difficult to be a branch growing on the Smythe family tree and not want to yeet yourself into a wood chipper.

-I wanted a clean slate. Put my privileged past behind me.

-Ugh. Poor little rich kid, I know.

-I made myself nauseous just then.

-My childhood was fucked up.

-I'm not the best conversationalist.

-When things get too serious, I default to crude jokes and petty insults.

-I know I can't do that anymore.

-I can't hide things from you.

-And I have been. Our entire relationship.

-I've tried to brush it off by saying it's because I had a dysfunctional childhood.

-You counter back with, "Everyone did."

-And you're right.

-But you don't understand.

-When you grow up with the kind of wealth my family has, concepts like dysfunctional take on a whole different meaning.

-You say I never break it down for you, try to help you understand.

-But it's not that easy.

-And I'm so used to using humor as a cover, any explanation I can give you comes out as sarcasm and vitriol.

-You think I'm making fun of you. Which I'm not trying to do.

-Not anymore.

-So, to prove that I want to move forward with you, I'm doing a complete 180 and putting it all out there, tearing off the BandAid in the most irrelevant way possible.

-I jumped on a TikTok trend.

“You have a TikTok account,” Kurt mumbles.

The phone buzzes in his hand. A new message pops up.

-Yes, I have a TikTok account.

Kurt seethes. The bastard won’t come out and talk to him, man to man, but he’ll listen to Kurt through their security cameras and then text him? How asinine is that!?

Kurt is tempted to turn off his phone, work be damned, and set it aside, but he takes a deep breath and counts to ten. He made a promise to hear Sebastian out.

He's not going to break it because his boyfriend is acting like a goober.

He gets another message. This time, it's a link.

-Please take a moment to go to the account I made and watch as I expose myself.

-And before you ask, yes, I kept my clothes on.

-I reserve nude confessions for my OnlyFans.

-Love, Sebastian

"You have an OnlyFans?" Kurt says louder, knowing the walls have ears.

-Would you subscribe if I did?

"No."

-Prude.

"Man whore." Kurt brings up the apps on his phone and searches for TikTok.

Nope.

No TikTok.

He vaguely remembers uninstalling it the minute he got his phone.

Even as an uber-popular social media platform among designer types, he figured he would never use it.

Welp.

Now he has to download it and make an account.

After entering his info, selecting the categories he's interested in, and answering no to linking his contacts, he clicks the link Sebastian sent him and goes to his account. Sebastian's account is public, but the post in question is unavailable. Kurt friends him, and Sebastian friends him right back.

Kurt shakes his head at how adolescent this all is. But he's intrigued.

And he doesn't hate it.

Sebastian gets a 10 out of 10 for originality.

He clicks on the post, one of two available, but the person who appears on the screen isn't Sebastian.

The post is a stitch with another creator. The face of a young woman fills the screen. She's wearing no-makeup makeup and the most trying-not-to-look-expensive-but-still-expensive Versace tee Kurt has ever seen. A tag in the caption says #richtok. She smiles at her camera and says, "What's the most insane actual rich person behavior you've ever experienced? I'll go first..."

The woman disappears, and Sebastian's face fills the screen, way too close to the camera. When he takes a step back to better fill the frame, Kurt sees that he is also dressed in a super expensive tee.

Kurt snorts.

"I'm cheating on this one because they're all about me," Sebastian says. "Strap in because it's a long one." He clears his throat and inhales deep as if he's about to say a lot in a single breath. Then he fires away. "My parents hosted my first sleepover when I was in the third grade. Every friend that came brought their own butler or valet and, in some cases, a chef who also spent the night. This one kid, Trevor, had his chef making gluten-free cupcakes at three in the morning. My house is so big that another one of my friends got lost on the way to the downstairs bathroom, and we didn't find him for a week. No joke."

"Oh...my God..." Kurt mutters. When he had asked Sebastian for full disclosure about his upbringing, wanting more insight into why his boyfriend is the way he is, Kurt thought he'd hear more about his parents' unreasonable expectations, some first kiss awkwardness, self-doubt during his scrawny middle school phase (Kurt has seen pictures), or maybe some bullying about his hair. He definitely did not expect this. "That's not...that can't be real..."

"And why, you may ask?" video Sebastian continues. "Because we have catacombs on the property. That's right. Down in the wine cellar, past the casques, we have honest-to-God catacombs. It's not exactly legal, so I can't tell you where they are. Sorry, not sorry."

Kurt's eyes pop.

Kurt could tell them. He's been there.

In Sebastian's childhood home.

Kurt has even been to the wine cellar with Sebastian to get a bottle of merlot.

They had sex down there.

Oh God...

"Here's a picture of them, though. That boy in the middle? That's me. The skeleton to my right? Uncle Avery. My parents paid for my friend's therapy for over a decade, out of pocket and in cash, so no one would make the connection. Because imagine the headline on that one: Senator's son traumatized by time spent lost in attorney's illegal catacombs." Sebastian barks a laugh, but it dies quickly. "Moving on."

"There's...there's more?" Kurt asks, astonished. He expects Sebastian to answer from the bedroom, but he guesses Sebastian is letting the video do all the explaining for the time being.

"My dad is an attorney. He used to be a state attorney until he discovered that the real money was in defending other filthy rich people. Rich people who were worse morally than my parents. And because of it, for the longest time, my dad, my mom, and I were in danger for our lives. When I got my learner's permit, he bought me a Lambo." Sebastian leans toward the screen and cackles. "I learned how to drive in a Lambo. Talk about pretentious as fuck! Then, my dad bought two identical Lambos and hired drivers to drive them. They'd follow me around anytime I went out so that no one ever knew which car I was in. So I only had a one in three chance of ending up dead whenever I went for a drive. Well, higher when you consider I was a lousy driver."

"What the...?" Kurt shoots a look at the bedroom door, contemplating storming in and confronting Sebastian about why? Why did his parents do these things? And how did his father get away with all of this? But that's the point Sebastian is trying to make.

His dad is rich—unfathomably rich. Sebastian was raised among the unfathomably rich, and they threw money at any problem that arose.

That's where Sebastian learned it from.

"My dad took us to Milan for the weekend because he wanted authentic Italian food and felt our chef wasn't cutting it. But that's not all. He dragged the poor man to Italy so he could watch us eat 'authentic Italian' to prove the point that the man was slacking. Plot twist, Our chef WAS Italian. Tenth generation. No lie. His grandfather founded two of the most famous cooking schools in Europe. Our chef's whole family has worked for my family since forever, except for one cousin who works for the mob."

"Oh my God!" Kurt shrieks. It's unintentional, but he can't help it! He feels like he's watching an episode of The True Housewives of Westerville, except every character is Sebastian's dad. How can one person be so horrific? Kurt has suffered humiliating things in his life, but he can't put himself in that chef's shoes at all.

Sebastian's father did all of that to make a point? And how much did that cost? Kurt has had his share of revenge fantasies, but he can't picture spending a small fortune solely to make someone feel like shit.

But incredibly, Sebastian isn't done, and Kurt starts to wonder: Where does it end?

How awful can one man be?

"One of the reasons my family is so rich? My father’s side hustle is gentrifying neighborhoods. Loads of them. In nearly every city in the country."

Ah. That awful, apparently.

"In wealthy circles, I am considered a catch. Not because of who I am, mind you. No one is clamoring to date me because of my sparkling personality. But because of my family's net worth. Seven celebrities have offered to buy my sperm. I was thirteen at the time, and my dad almost said yes. By the way, that's not as uncommon as you would think. If you're a kid from a super wealthy family, your parents have probably been approached once or twice for your eggs or sperm."

If Kurt's eyes were bugging out before, that confession almost jettisons them from his skull.

"No one ever showed me true affection, so all I know how to do is throw money at things. And that's going to be important in a moment. Follow for part two."

The screen freezes, and so does Kurt. He sits on the sofa, frozen in place, staring into his boyfriend's unmoving face, stunned into silence.

"I...what...what did I just watch?"

Kurt's phone vibrates, and a message notification pops up. He clicks on it.

-It's not over yet. Have you watched part 2?

Kurt frowns. Why is Sebastian asking? "You know I haven't. You've been watching me this whole time!"

-I know. It just seemed rude to assume.

"You're going to have to give me a moment to digest what I just saw."

-You're right. You're absolutely right.

-You have two minutes.

-Digest.

"Catacombs, Sebastian? Catacombs!?"

-Yeah. Weird. Go to part 2.

"I've slept in that house, Seb! We had sex in that wine cellar!"

-Yup. We have trauma in common. We'll bond over that later. Go to part 2.

"And selling your sperm? I mean, I knew your parents were messed up, but I didn't realize they were underage paternity fraud messed up!"

-I tried to tell you. Go to part 2. Now. Right now.

"But...you just told the whole world about your dad's shady deals! If he ever sees this, he's going to disown you! And if what you said is true, hire someone to bury you under the house!"

-Yeah, well, I wouldn't be the first. Ba-dum-bum.

"Sebastian!"

-Relax, babe. That's why this video is set to 'friends only'. And you're my only friend, so...go to part 2.

"You mean - you did all this, signed up for a TikTok account, and recorded this video - for an audience of one?"

Kurt hears a frustrated sigh, and the bedroom door opens.

"Yes! Effort, remember? I fucking love you! You're special to me! Now go to part 2! Now!"

"Alright, alright!" Kurt fires back. "Fine! I fucking love you, too!"

"Fantastic!" The bedroom door slams shut, and Kurt returns to Sebastian's account. He finds the second part of the video and presses play. It starts with the same young woman saying her spiel and then splits off to Sebastian.

"Part 2! Now, this is the ring I bought for my boyfriend. I've been holding on to it for a while now." Sebastian holds a blue box up to the camera.

Tiffany's.

Of course.

He opens it, turning the platinum band set with sapphires and diamonds to face the camera. Kurt's heart sinks. It's the most gorgeous thing he's ever laid his eyes on.

But there's his apology, right?

"I haven't given it to him yet because a lot of my apologies come in blue boxes, and I didn't want the love of my life to think this was another attempt to buy his forgiveness." Sebastian looks at the ring in the box and sighs. No-he deflates. Because he was thinking the same thing Kurt was. He is becoming self-aware.

And that gives Kurt hope.

"What I'm hoping it will do is show him that I do listen. I'm hoping it will prove the lengths I am willing to go to make sure he wears something on his finger that he will love. Because when someone gives you an engagement ring..."

Kurt's mouth drops open. "En...engagement...ring?"

"...it should be the kind of thing you never want to take off. This one has everything he loves: platinum band and equally matched sapphires and diamonds. Plus, it was designed by Jay Z for Tiffany's. It's one of a kind." Sebastian inches close to the camera and stage whispers, "It costs three and a half million dollars."

Kurt stares at the ring, wide-eyed and speechless.

"Now, don't get me wrong," Sebastian says. "I didn't get it for him to force his hand. Money is a part of my life. It always has been and always will be. And I love to spend money on my boyfriend. But if he wants me to return this ring and get something less showy, I'm all for that. It's meant for him. I'll get him a Ring Pop if that's what he wants. I just want him to be my husband. And I'm not proposing to force his hand either. I swear, I'm not. If he's not ready for this step, I'm okay to wait. I'm okay with us being boyfriends for the rest of our lives. And I promise, from this day forward, no more secrets, Kurt. No more blowing you off when things get uncomfortable. And no more throwing money at problems instead of talking them out. I am sorry. I am so sorry I didn't give you the one thing you have been asking for for so long. And that's me. All of me. My truth, my feelings, my effort. From the depths of my soul and the bottom of my heart, I apologize. So...will you? Will you marry me?"

That last part Kurt hears behind his ear accompanied by a warm breath that makes him shiver. Sebastian reaches over Kurt's shoulder and presents him with the open box, ring exposed. Sebastian's other arm wraps around Kurt's shoulders from behind and holds him close. "So...did I do good? With the whole talking about my issues thing? Opening up?"

"Yes?" Kurt half-asks, dumbstruck, as Sebastian slides into the seat beside him on the couch and pulls Kurt into his lap. This is...so much. So much to unpack and so much to absorb. It is safe to say that Kurt didn't know any of that. He couldn't have guessed it if he'd tried. But in the end, the most important thing he got from that was Sebastian- his effort, a sincere apology, a promise to change.

And a want to go forward.

Together.

"But I am going to recommend therapy."

"Do you think we could make it couples therapy? I hear that's an important step for two tortured drama queens planning on getting married."

Kurt looks at Sebastian, eyes shimmering as his obnoxious boyfriend - no, fiance - slips the incredible ring on his finger. "I do."

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neoarchipelago · 2 years ago

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Madripoor High (Part 4)

A/N: There's a few talks of Simon's canon backstory in here.

Warnings: Violence, Sexual content, Abuse, Torture, Sexual abuse

Even your simple shoes echoed on the marble floor of the hotel. Simon had groaned and complained about your choice of hotel for the night but caved in. You walked to the front desk, the big scary man behind you gaining everyone's attention.

"Good afternoon. How may I help you?" The desk clerk asked, a soft smile on his face, but eyes gazing at the hooded masked lieutenant.

"I'd like to know if you have any rooms available."

"Oh, of course, let me check. How long would you like to stay?" He asked, typing away at his computer.

You turned to Simon, asking him.

"Not more than a night." He mumbled.

The clerk nodded, forcing a smile on his lips. The situation didn't look nice at all. The big scary man next to you, almost making it seem like he had… kidnapped you. Fuck. You searched through your bag, getting your wallet and picking up one of the black cards and the identity card that went with that one, putting it in front of the Clerk.

"Here, put everything on my card."

"Oh. Very well, miss… Riley." The clerk smiled.

Oh… yes. You had in fact used Riley as a fake name. You bit your lip smirking, avoiding Simon's gaze.

"And… will you be sharing a room with… Mr..?" He asked.

"Mr Riley." You chuckled, trying to hold back your laughter. The clerk nodded again, smiling up at the man.

"Well, we have one room left, one of the Master suites!" The clerk smiled. You smiled back. "I'll be checking you in, and making sure your suite is ready, it'll take a few minutes. You may sit in the lounge, and a drink will be offered." He invited.

"Thank you." You smiled, turning back to Simon and looping your arms through his.

"Let's go Mr Riley."

He tensed but walked nonetheless.

"Mrs Riley…?" He hissed under his breath.

"A fake name… don't worry." You hissed, your smile never faltering.

You took a seat in one of the sofa chairs, Simon sitting in front of you.

"Aren't we supposed to be low-key…?" He said.

"Sometimes not hiding is the best way to hide." You smirked.

He shook his head.

"Calm down. Enjoy the stay. We have to find some proper clothes for tonight." You mumbled.

"This is being a bit more risky than we expected. Price is probably going to call me." He said.

"Call him then. Keep him informed." You inquired.

He nodded, grabbing his phone.

"I'll be right back."

You smiled at him as he stood and walked back into the lobby.

You sighed. You closed your eyes letting your head fall back a bit. This tangle of a mission was becoming a bit too hard to unravel.

"Miss? Is… everything alright?"

You opened your eyes looking up at the server.

"Oh hi… yes I am."

He looked at the lobby, worried look in his eyes.

"Do… Do you need help?" He whispered.

Bingo.

"Help?" You asked.

"Hum… yeah…" he pointed towards the lieutenant.

You chuckled.

"Oh.. no no. He's my bodyguard. But thank you for worrying. It's amazing of you to do so." You offered him a sweet smile.

He relaxed, before taking your order. A simple cocktail would do.

Ghost walked back to the table, sitting in front of you.

"I ordered for you. With a straw." You teased.

He glared at you.

"They'll be joining us. Probably be here in an hour." He informed you.

You nodded.

"Well, we need proper clothes for a night club. We'll drop our stuff in the room and go shopping." You said. He seemed annoyed.

"Don't like shopping?" You smirked. He didn't need to answer. "Alright. I'll find another way." You smiled gently.

He nodded as a thanks. The drinks were put down in front of you, the server smiling at you but avoiding your 'bodyguards' gaze. You sipped on your drink, checking your phone for anything interesting from the data that you collected from the dealer's phone. Lots of text messages. Clients, other drug dealers. A few from his boss, that being the most interesting ones. Finishing your drinks, the clerk walked to you.

"Mrs Riley. Your suite is ready. Here are your electronic keys."

You thanked him, rising to your feet. You were dying to lay down for a little while. The way to the elevator and up was drowned in silence. You almost skipped your way to the door of the suite. When the door opened, showing a large living room, an open view on the large bed, you almost squealed happily. You ran dropping your bag on the couch before jumping on the bed, giggling. You didn't notice the way the lieutenant looked at you, amused.

"Let's rest a bit. We got a few hours ahead of us." You heard.

You happily agreed, kicking your shoes off and upping yourself on the bed to grab a pillow and cuddle it. You didn't exactly feel like napping but you were slightly tired. Before you could actually rest you decided to look for some way to bring clothes to the hotel.

"Hey…" You whined, cuddling the pillow closer. "Tracker…" . You frowned through your sleep.

"Not yet… please…" you whined. A sigh met your plea. A soft brush on your forehead, a strand of hair being pushed aside.

"Wake up. Come on." It was slightly more firm now, contrasting with the soft touch of the gloves.

You blinked your eyes open, Ghost having already taken three preventive steps back.

"There's people with clothes waiting in the living room." He said.

You took a deep breath, sitting up on the bed. You tangled your fingers through your messed up hair, finding the courage to finally stand. Following Ghost into the living room, you greeted the professionals, standing in front of clothing racks full of clothing for men and women. The room phone rang, Ghost picking it up.

"The team is here." He told you.

"Right on time." You smiled.

Thirty minutes later, everyone was trying out clothes. Valeria was particularly enjoying it, taking time to choose a good outfit and making you try various as well, the more outfits you tried the more skin was showing.

"Valeria. No." You stated.

"Valeria yes!" She countered.

You rolled your eyes.

"This one!" She chimed, holding a pretty creamy satin dress. It hugged the curves, spaghetti straps on the shoulder. You didn't truly have time to say anything as she pushed you to the bathroom as gaz was walking out. She pushed him out of the way, throwing you in and closing the door.

"God damn it…" you cursed under your breath.

Ok, maybe it wasn't that bad. It hugged the right place, no matter how fluffy those places were. This might be it. You stepped out, looking for Valeria's approval, falling eye to eye with Simon, standing near the couch. He wore a black hoodie, a black leather jacket on top, hood on but black skull face mask. He eyed you up and down quickly before looking away.

"There you go, you sexy thing!" Valeria's proud voice rang loudly.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" You teased her.

"Always muñeca." She winked.

You walked to the lieutenant, his body stiffening.

"Y/N. Can we brief on the mission for a moment?" Price called from across the room.

Odd.

"Sure!" You answered walking to him. Everyone was dressed appropriately for a night club, chest hair, and tight shirts.

"What you got?" He asked with a smile, making you frown.

"Let's step in the bedroom, I'll show you on my laptop." You answered.

Once in the room, you closed the curtain doors, though it wouldn't help much. You sat on the bed, patting the space next to you. He smirked while sitting down.

"What's wrong?" You asked with a soft smile.

"What do you mean?" He smiled wider.

"You know everything on the mission. The Lieutenant has been religiously informing you. You called me to get me away from him. Why?" You asked in a lower soft voice.

He sighed, holding his hands together as he braced himself on his knees.

"The lieutenant… has had a hard past."

"Who hasn't.." you mumbled.

"Particularly hard. He… without going into detail, it's not my place… was tortured."

You frowned. Not that it was unusual for a soldier but, something made you feel uneasy. The thought that he, in particular, had suffered it.

"Unfortunately there was also sexual torture."

"Sounds like a kink…" you smirked weakly, trying to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, you knew what it meant. He huffed a chuckle but remained at that.

"So..?" You frowned.

"He might be uncomfortable. With you, close up looking all … hum.."

"Yummy?" You teased.

He chuckled. "Yeah… that. He won't admit it, but he's kind of afraid of his own feelings and behavior."

You thought for a second. Alright. You could stay away from it for the night.

"Alright. No problem." You smiled.

"Thank you."

You nodded.

Your way to the club was filled with chatter. You all had a briefing, let yourself mingle in the crowd. You and Valeria had to drag Tashy out back to the hotel or in a secluded place. Easy enough. You sat in the back, Price driving the van you had rented to fit everyone, Ghost sitting in the passenger seat. You sat in the far back with Alejandro in the middle and Valeria on his left. You couldn't stop yourself from throwing glances at him from across the van.

"Caught your attention?" Valeria whispered across Alejandro, making him frown.

"What?" You whispered back, leaning over Alejandro to also get close to her.

"The masked pendejo." She said.

"What's it with you, who catches my attention?" You whispered back.

"It's unusual. That's all." She teased.

"You know what's not unusual? You, starving over Alejandro's cock." You spat back.

"Oy! I'm right here!" He said loudly, gaining attention from everyone in the van.

"What's happening back there?" Soap asked, full of curiosity.

"Y/N-" Valeria started.

"Valeria want to suck Alejandro and I'm holding a fucking candle!" You interrupted loudly.

"Puta madre Y/N!" Valeria cursed, Alejandro following.

The van filled with laughter as you glared at her.

Arriving at the club, you easily walked in, the rumor that a billionaire and her friends were in town quickly spreading. You rolled with it, after all, it wasn't fake news. You asked for a VIP corner which the club owner was greedily happy to provide.

You knew it all too well. Money attracts rats like honey attracts bees. The noisy club made your heart jump. It reminded you of madripoor. The smell of alcohol and acid in the air. You sighed. You had opened the corner to some people in the crowd, after all you had to pretend you were here for fun, being secluded was going to attract attention. Various bottles of alcohol sprawled on the table, laughter and voices trying to break over the sound of the music. Everyone was enjoying themselves, or at least trying, while keeping an eye out for Tashy.

Valeria stood next to you as watched over the club from the balcony VIP corner. She sipped on her drink, looping her arm in yours.

"How long has it been? When was the last time we got out together?" She half screamed in your ear, making you wince.

"Too long. Someone had to go and end up in jail." You teased.

She winked at you, making you smile. Yes, it was a love and hate relationship, but you loved that girl. She was your friend, however crazy and annoying she was. You let your head flop on her shoulder, a laugh shaking through her body. She placed a kiss on your cheek before walking away. You watched her leave, eyes catching a little scene behind her. Ghost leaned against a wall, a lady's hand on his chest as she obviously flirted with him. His body screamed uncomfortably.

You glanced at Price who sat next to Gaz with some ladies, he too, was watching the scene.

His eyes fell into yours, he was going to stand as you raised your hand to tell him to remain in his seat. You walked over to the poor Lieutenant as he looked up to watch you.

"Who the fuck are you?!" You spat menacingly. The girl glared at you.

"Who the fuck are you?" She spat back.

"The one who's paying for this pretty corner and that grey goose in your fucking cup." You answered.

She seemed to realize her mistake, wanting to remain in the high class corner of the club.

"Oh hum… didn't know he was yours… sorry." She said, lowering her gaze.

"Get the fuck away." You threatened.

She didn't say anything else as she scurried off to the girlfriends. You glared at her all the time she walked away.

"Thanks." You heard close to your ear. You shivered slightly.

"You don't have to stay. Price and the others are here." You told him, getting close to his ear as well. "Go back to the hotel room."

"No."

Stubborn idiot. You visibly sighed, shaking your head. His eyes squinted.

"You know." He said.

"No. I imagine. I think it's worse." You said looking away.

"I don't want your pity." He snarled.

You gave him an offended look, stepping closer.

"It's not pity! It's fucking rage!" You answered, surprising him.

You turned your back, walking away, back to Valeria.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"In the mood for trouble. Any views on the target?" You asked.

"He just walked in." She answered with a wide grin and a wink thrown your way.

You nodded, taking the last sip of your drink as she downed hers. Both putting your empty cups down on the table, she looped her arm in yours again as you aimed for the stairs, ready to lose yourselves in the dancing bodies and spilled drinks. You felt the heavy gazes of the boys on you, Alejandro and Rudy uncomfortable to let Valeria out of their reach, the others… you didn't know exactly.

Walking through the crowd was slightly easier than expected, money really was a powerful thing as they left a bit of a place for you both to walk. Valeria walked you to the ladies bathroom, making sure to pass near the table of the dealer boss. It was perfect. As you walked out of the bathroom, two broad men stood nearby, stopping the two of you.

"Ladies, our boss would like to offer you a drink at his table." One said.

You looked at each other, pretending to think about it as Valeria pretended to try to convince you. You 'caved in' at her offer as they both walked you towards Tashy's table.

"Ladies! Welcome to the club! How are you enjoying the party so far?" He immediately rang as you both sat down on either side of him.

"Not bad. Been to bigger places though." You answered with a teasing smile.

You let Valeria do most of the talking as you pretended to be bored.

"What's wrong, love?" The man asked, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. You wanted to punch him but you retrained yourself.

"Well. This is getting boring. Might turn to a more… private party. What do you think Jessie?" You asked, turning to Valeria.

"Oh well. That'd be lovely" she said, tone clearly implying dirty things. You bit your lip softly, dragging the attention of the man towards the movement.

"Should we invite our new friend here?" She asked, dragging a finger down his chest.

"Think he's interested?" You asked, looking him in the eyes through your lashes.

"Well… who wouldn't, ladies?" He answered with a sheepishly wide grin.

"Should we take him to the suit? Him and his men?" Valeria kept teasing.

"Oh that'd be lovely."

He agreed. The idiot.

He had nicely driven the both of you in his fancy car. The rest of the team had already left the club, waiting for you in the hotel room. In the lobby you walked to the clerk, handing him a few hundreds, asking him for some privacy on the things he has been witnessing. He didn't blink, probably used to bribes.

You and Valeria hugged the man as he arms rested on the small of your back, the two big bodyguards standing right behind the two of you. Tashy was proudly displaying drugs and his high ring of drug dealing, that dumbass used to rich girls who loved substances and sex, doing anything to end up in his sheets.

You unlocked the door to the suite, the five of you walking in. It seemed absolutely empty as you separated from the man, offering him another drink to 'heat up the room'. Valeria happily chimed in walking to you.

It was the perfect moment for the rest of the team, erupting from their hidden places, jumping on the two bodyguards as you calmly poured yourself and Valeria a drink. You handed it to her, glass clicking together before you turned back to the scene, all three men on the ground, the bodyguards knocked out and Tashy hands behind his back, being pulled back up to sit on a chair.

"Nice job!" Soap said, looking at the both of you.

Valeria happily kissed your neck, making you shake your head as she walked back to Alejandro and Rudy. You sat on the couch, crossing your legs as you leaned back.

"I get I'm not gonna be able to use that pussy." The dealer spat from his chair, surrounded by the team.

"Wahou. You drug dealers surely got a lot of Rizz. Do you actually get women like that?" You questioned sarcastically.

"Fucking bitch!" He spat.

"Mrs Bitch for you." You said, rolling your eyes.

"Sorry to interrupt. But we have a few questions for you." Price said, face suddenly serious, bringing the man's attention towards him.

"Perhaps you should go to your room." Valeria said, handing you the dealer's phone.

You understood what it meant. Things you didn't really want to see were about to happen.

"Alright… try not to be too noisy so the rest of the hotel doesn't get called." You said as you stood up.

"Sure." Soap said.

The boys were incredibly serious. It made you feel uneasy. Perhaps the gaze in Simon's eyes was the most terrifying of them all. You shivered, crossing his gaze as you walked to him.

"Put on your headphones." He ordered.

You swallowed, before nodding. He noticed but didn't say anything. You walked to the room, closing the curtain doors and immediately putting on your headphones. You'd work on the phone while they… interrogated Tashy.

A full hour later, you had found a whole interesting circle. Higher ups and higher ups. But the most interesting things were message from a certain 'snake' who had given Tashy a meet up point with what you suspected had been Echo. It's funny. How a little recording, in a bad condition was enough for you to track what is probably one of the biggest secret in Madripoor at the moment. A body appeared through the curtains. You smiled at the skull mask who walked to you.

You took out your loud headphones, watching him sit on the bed..

"Anything?" He asked.

"A few clues. Gonna need to look deeper into it. What about you?"

"A few things. Waiting on a local team to pick him up. We'll report tomorrow." He explained.

You were half listening. You were staring. A tiny, little, droplet of red on his mask was captivating your attention.

"Tracker?" He called.

You put your laptop aside, scooting closer. He stiffened, staring at you. You raised your hand. He immediately caught your wrist in a bruising grip. You winced.

"I'm not… going to take it off!" You hissed.

He slowly, unwillingly let go. You inched your hand closer, slightly touching the right cheek of the bone mask, whipping the droplet of blood with your thumb.

You let your hand fall, watching the red stain on your skin.

"Sorry."

You looked up at him, as he looked down at your finger.

"It's nothing." You said, getting up to walk to the bathroom, washing your hands.

When you walked back, he hadn't moved from the bed. And he was still looking at you.

"I'll be taking the couch with Soap."

You frowned.

"You can share the bed with me. That couch don't fit two of you." You said.

"I'm not sharing the bed with you."

"Fine. I'll ask Soap then." You smiled. He seemed to not really enjoy the idea. "What? Scared I'm going to stab him in his sleep like the villain I am?" You told him, frustrated. He remained silent, thinking.

"We can share the bed." He finally said, standing and walking away to the other room.

Had he taken you seriously? You felt actually annoyed now. Whatever.

You had hopped into bed while they took care of the Trashy problem. Soap was staying on the couch for the night while you had managed to find another room in the hotel for the rest of the team. A last minute cancellation.

Ghost walked in, looking up at you as you typed on your phone. He didn't say a word as he walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later he walked out, jogging and a tight t-shirt as pajamas. You tried not to stare going back to your phone. He slipped into bed, next to you, back turned to your body. You sighed, putting your phone on your night stand and sitting down the light before also turning your back at him, closing your eyes.

The bed moved. You frowned. You opened your eyes, the heaviness of sleep weighing on you. You turned to look at your bed roomie. His breath was fast, cheats rising fast as his brows were furrowed. Was he… having a nightmare?

You stood on your forearm, hand rising to touch his chest. It was a second. He was fast. The hand around your neck tightened bruisingly, cutting your airflow. You barely had time to panic as he stood over your body, eyes furious and lost in his panic. He was still lost in his dream. You could see it. Your hands grabbed his wrist, trying to make him let go, scratching the skin there.

"S..Simon…" you whispered through the pressure against your neck.

His eyes widened, immediately realizing his position and releasing his killing grip, hand falling next to you to brace himself instead. You closed your eyes, catching your breath. Was he… shaking? You opened them to fall into deep auburn ones, shock and worry filled his gaze. You took another deep breath, before smiling softly. He flinched slightly. You raised your hands, he flinched again. Cupping his cheeks through the simple balaclava you softly rubbed your thumbs over his cheeks, looking up at him with soft eyes. You wanted to calm him down. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch ever so slightly.

You let your hands travel to the back of his neck, applying a tiny bit of pressure. His eyes snapped open, confused.

"Shh… trust me." You whispered again.

In a slow, almost scared movement, he let you bring him down to your chest. You closed your eyes, relieved. One hand on his head, thumb caressing, another on his back softly scratching up and down through the shirt. His breath evened slowly. You knew that even like that, he was still in the haze of his nightmare, his brain probably fogged up. He would never have let you hold him like that otherwise. He would never have snaked his arms around you. Let himself turn to his side bringing you closer to him as he buried his face in your chest. You blushed. Heavily. Thank god the room was dark and Soap was sleeping.

His hand sneaked under your shirt, feeling the skin of your back as you kept rubbing his back. He didn't move anymore. Didn't go further and didn't slip away. Time passed and you could feel his chest finally rising slowly at an even pace. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes. He was glued to you.

You remained with your eyes closed. It was… warm. His large hand on your back, skin to skin… was… comforting. You should probably scoot away from him. This wasn't… professional. But it was comfortable. And it made you feel… good. Safe. He moved slightly, intertwining his legs with yours, making it unable for you to move away. Well… that made up your mind. Perhaps. Just for tonight. It was ok.

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kahvilahuhut · 7 months ago

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work at night

see the whole drawing here

summary: Someone might have ended up too deep in thought while doing work stuff *checks notes* at night 🙄 In fact, so deep that its wife ended up waking up and wondering where it is.

a little scene idea i've had for cynosure for a while hehe <3 will obviously change a bit once i actually get to it, but, well, here's version one i guess? definitely not written at night noooo why are you looking at me like that

"What's up?"

Tobias turned around at the sudden voice and noticed Klara leaning on the doorway. "I- uh-", it looked around, as if collecting its thoughts to formulate a proper answer.

"Is that my wool shirt?"

"Um. Yes. It's the first thing I found on the floor. It was dark and I didn't feel like switching the lights on to look for something else. Very comfy, especially now that the heating is glitching...again,"it replied, smiling, "Though the best part is that it smells like you."

"Well, it..." Klara's voice was closer this time, her hands gently touching it's shoulders, "...looks good on you..."

"Oh, stop it," it chuckled and leaned its head to kiss her fingers.

"Someone doesn't like compliments..."

"Mmh, or do I... As for the first question, well... I woke up. Realized I forgot my meds. Went here to take them," it started listing its steps, folding a finger on its hand on each step, "And then I- um. I got some kind of an idea, I think? Erin asked me to look at a specific part of the code, which she doesn't remember writing. No one does. So I wanted to see and take a look myself. Then I decided to just go look at the whole thing and. Um." It shrugged with a smile on its face. "I guess... Here I am?"

"Honey, that's- Do you know what time is it?"

Tobias froze for a moment, then glanced at the clock screen on the microwave.

3:37 am.

"Oh, fuck," it muttered.

"Thought so," Klara chuckled and gently wrapped her arms around it while softly kissing the top of it's head. "Aren't you tired, honey?"

"Maybe a little? I swear I didn't notice, I- Fuck, I forgot to switch the clock feature back on," it muttered and brought up the settings panel, "Switched it off at work because it felt like time was going soooo slow during the meeting, it felt a bit annoying. I know that sounds a bit childish, but, well..."

"No, I think that's a fun decision. As long as it makes you feel better..." she murmured in its ear and kissed its neck softly. "Meetings are like that sometimes... Nights are the opposite. You feel like it's taking very little time but in reality time flies so fast..."

It nodded, leaning its head somewhat lazily, smiling as Klara's lips moved down to its shoulder. "But, um, thing is, I found something, and didn't want to leave it for tomorrow. What if I forget about it or miss some specific thought I had tonight if I won't write it down, things like that," Tobias said quietly, gesturing at the hologram, "Really couldn't get up or anything."

"Please tell me you haven't been sitting on a kitchen counter looking through some work data for hours. During night."

"I won't tell. But, well..."

"God, Tobias, I can't even explain with words what I'm thinking right now."

"Mm... Well, um, mind if I finish going through this document? It's the last one, I promise."

"You can't be serious..." she sighed and leaned her head on its shoulder, "Fine. But I'm staying here."

"Ooh, won't hear me objecting or anything."

It scrolled through the file to find the part it was reading before being interrupted, and quickly typed a small note near the paragraph before it continued reading.

"Why do you use a grey highlighter?" Klara murmured.

"Um. I don't know, really. I usually pick whichever color looks nice," it opened the highlighter settings, "Really love using this warm yellow tone, you know, like dandelions. Or this light orange one. Or this one, reminds me of sand or something. Or the sky blue...And this fun matcha green."

"You're adorable..."

"Trying my best..." it said while adding another note, and smiled as she kissed its cheek.

"You know, looking at you doing all this makes me think if I should get the hologram thing too... It's pretty fun, watching you wave your hands around and typing on some not existing keyboard."

"Mmh... do you want the actual device or do you want to watch my hands?"

"Take a guess."

"It gets warm sometimes. A bit weird feeling, you know? Maybe I should've bought the newer model. But it's kinda nice."

"Honey, I meant-"

It stopped reading mid-paragraph and reached with its left hand to gently stroke Klara's cheek. "I know what you meant, dear, I'm just joking," it turned its head a little for a moment and smiled at her, before turning back to the hologram. After a moment of reading a few more paragraphs, it sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Klara, I know it's weird for me to care so much about some work stuff. Man, even saying it out loud feels odd, you know? But I just want to finish this thing, because someone else would have ended up doing this tomorrow. Along with other tasks as well. And, um... I don't know. I thought I should do it myself?"

"Oh, sunshine," she murmured against its shoulder, "You know you should put yourself first, sometimes, right?"

"Mmhmm... but why shouldn't I if I can and want to do it?"

Klara moved a little to kiss its cheek, "You're a good person. Maybe a bit too good. Definitely better than what this project deserves."

Tobias half smirked and half bit its lower lip, thinking about the last sentence, before continuing to read the last paragraph. It felt Klara's hands slowly move off its body, giving its shoulder a pat before she moved next to the sink. Half concentrated on the text, other half listening to the sound of water filling an empty glass, it highlighted a few words and tapped its wrist to close the interface.

It jumped down off the kitchen counter, only to go sit on its other side, facing Klara.

"Honey? You mentioned going to take meds, didn't you?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Did you take them?"

"Uhhh... um," it sat quietl, trying to remember what it was doing before. After a moment, it answered, "I don't remember," with the last word turning into a yawn.

Klara shook her head and picked up something near the sink. Turning around to face it, she gently handed it two pills and kissed its forehead. "You know, you should get one of those little pill boxes to put them near the bed."

Tobias chuckled and swallowed both pills, quietly refusing the glass of water. "Please, they won't all fit in there."

"I'll get you three of them tomorrow."

"Klara, please, don't be ridiculous," it murmured and leaned towards her, "The packages are somewhat visible here in the kitchen. Most of them. And besides, we don't always sleep on the bed anyway."

She cupped its face and smiled. "Fine, if you say so," she said, though Tobias could see that she was still going to go buy them. As it leaned into her right hand, while smiling as she gently stroked its cheek with her left thumb, Klara continued, "You sure you're okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, um, stress-wise, for example? It's been a while since you've had sleep problems this bad."

It looked at her, getting lost in own thoughts again for a moment, before realizing that it had lost control of its face, that was now showing a small frown. "I'll be fine, don't worry, honey," it smiled and gently kissed her hand, "You know I'll tell you if I'm not doing well."

"You better," she said, then added, "Please."

"I will."

"Mmh," Klara sighed and stroked its hair. "Now, how about we finally go back to sleep?"

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

#my writing #my art #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #oc writing #🔍 cynosure #🔍 ch: tobias #🔍 ch: klara #klara while they're going to bed: *I* am the workaholic one in this relationship #toby (probably being carried by her or something): uh huh yea i'll leave it to you i'm tired #oc ship #oc x oc #original character

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independent-adventures · 22 days ago

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Hey guys its been a bit i got so wrapped up with social stuff I completely forgot to post! U>ɪ<U that's not like me at all so some updates from the last few days,

i went to the Pumila again to visit Nerine that was fun we go chatting about what she does for work, something about data collection and analysis at the OTNA apparently she scrapes the Terran internet for data on sophonts to help pad out their profiles in the OTNA

been doing a lot with friends, and gong to the Affini side of town a lot more now that the bracelet keeps them from touching me, its really cool to check out the shops meet all the people around there, it so cool seeing how many different people can be a floret Its not something I'd want for myself right now, but its cool just to se how many different experiences of being that are out there! anyways, the clubs on the affini side of town are doooope, I convinces some of my other independant friends to come out and they had a blast too! Florets know how to party! Its wild the amount of xenodrugs they can take and still be functional and dance and stuff. Their tolerances have to be through the roof that much would knock me on my ass for hours.

my girlfriend is still going out a loooot which is good but she's gotten kind of different and I don't really know why. Every time I mention an Affini or floret, or pretty much anything to do with the compact she gets this irritated look. Like I know she's trying to hide it but I see it every time. Its just a tiny flicker on her face but I know what it means, I really hope she's just feeling off. Each time I try to bring it up and see if there's a way I can make her feel better or more secure she brushes me off. I think she's mad that I'm still visiting the Pumila from time to time but I wish she would just communicate that with me. that's what relationships are built on communication! She used to be so good at it too I really don't know what happened but I wish things were more normal between us. Sorry for the rant but this starting to bug me. We've been together for like 6 years now and met when she moves shifts to mine. I miss how it used to be between us but now there's just like this tension and I'm trying so hard to alleviate it but she just wont work with me. I don't know what to do. Sorry I didn't mean to turn the end of this post into a total bummer. Overall my week has been great, I guess this is just weighing on me a lot more than I realized UTｪTU

#hdg #human domestication guide #independent #independent posting #affini

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adudelolwriting · 4 months ago

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day 06: not realizing they're injured

Liam had finally figured how to work the microphone, connected to the Plane. It's been— gods, how long has it been now? Weeks? Months? — It's been a while since Airy had died, and Liam was left all by himself. Being able to talk to the contestants — and them being able to talk back, helped.

The backpack limped into the cave in the morning, ready to spend the next day once more staring at the computer screen. He hasn't been there for a while, since well. He was sleeping, but he also needed to collect food to eat.

The first thing he did after making the monitor get out of sleep mode was turn on the microphone. The quiet sounds of conversation could be heard, but Liam didn't pay much attention to it. He didn't want to completely eavesdrop, and the background chatter was nice. If they needed to tell him something, they would get his attention.

He sighs, digging through the code. Where did I leave off again…? He brings up data about the Plane itself, before pushing it away. He needed to figure out how Airy got everyone here, not how the planet works.

He glanced at the planet, seeing the small versions of the people he grew to be friends with relaxing. Scenty — Amelia — was leading some more yoga to Subway Seat and Whippy Creamy, and surprisingly Moldy was joining them today. Bryce laid down inside the little wooden shack, and Liam decided it was best to let everyone rest for now while he worked.

After an hour or so, Liam was still not having much luck. He sighs, leaning back in the chair and looking over at the Plane. But instead of the semi-relaxed environment, everyone was crowded around the shack.

"Is everything okay, guys?"

"Liam!" Amelia shouted, looking up at the sky. "Bryce— he's hurt, we don't know what to do, he has a big gash on his side, and—"

"Woah—!" Liam blinked, leaning down closer to see if he could see anything. He quickly leans back towards the computer. "Texty, did you see anything about revival? On the website maybe?"

[i think so. let me check]

"Is Bryce okay?" Liam asks, glancing between the Plane and the computer.

"He's not waking up," Charlotte says, a hand resting comforting on Amelia. "I… I don't think he's going to make it. We don't even know what caused this."

[i found it!]

"Texty found the revive command! Thank the gods. Uh—"

[i think we should kill him and respawn him. spare him the pain.]

"I don't…"

[he]

[we've all died a lot.]

[it's always painless. and sparing bryce would be the best right now]

"Okay, yeah. I just…" Liam sighs, glancing back at the Plane. "Okay. Go for it, Texty."

One moment, Bryce was gone, and then he respawned back in the middle of the field. He shot upwards, hands on his side before looking around. The remaining people crowded around him, making sure he was okay. Liam let out a breath — he was alright.

Liam put his head in his hands, resting his elbows on the desk. Yet another reason he needed to get everyone home as soon as possible.

#adude.writes #hfjone #cheesy hfj one #liam hfjone #bryce hfjone #amelia hfjone #others are here but not mentioned #writers on tumblr #prompts

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kob131 · 5 months ago

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Okay, I know this is gonna sound petty and ridiculous but fuck me, give me this.

I dunno if I've ever stated why I dislike the hype around Palworld so much.

From what I've observed, it seems like a bitch basic survival game with unoriginal monster designs. It also seems to be inconsistently buggy as shit, since apparently you can still end up with the game crashing to desktop on launch and there's a bug that causes you to DELETE YOUR SAVE DATA that's been in the game since launch. I know this, I check the reviews regularly. But the unoriginality to the point of absurdity, the lack of any kind of polish and the numerous bugs seem to all be excused because 'GAME FUN!' It doesn't matter if the game would have been mocked if it were ripping off a different artstyle; or if the game is the quintessential cheap knock off of other popular Steam game (Ark) or if the game is the THIRD Early Access game going onto FOURTH from a developer that hasn't even finished their FIRST open world, 3D survival crafting game with monster collecting (Craftopia): It's all okay because 'GAME FUN!' and 'IT MAKE POKEMON FRESH AND FUN AGAIN!'

... You know. The exact same arguments given by SCARLET AND VIOLET FANS.

Yeah, this is why I hate the hype so much. Because I spent time trying to understand and get why people hated SV so much despite liking the game a lot. Promoting criticism of the game's bugs despite not GETTING those bugs myself. Trying to give credit to people who annoyed the piss out of me- Turns out I was giving too much credit. Because they went ahead and gulped down the SV slop just under a different name and genre.

Same issue. Same defenses. If you removed the subject from their defenses, I don't think I could differentiate between a Palworld and a Pokemon SV defender.

I love SV. I put more time into that game than even Pokemon Black, despite the fact that I fucking hated that game as a kid by the 300 hour mark vs. SV still being fun to me after 500+ hours. But yes- the games should NOT have released in the state they did. In fact, they probably needed more than a year of development because the artstyle of the game isn't very cohesive and would have made it look like shit 5 years from now without the cohesion every OTHER game had.

But apparently all my efforts were pointless because all GF had to do to get people slurping their dicks was publish SV under a different name and studio and market it as 'Fuck Pokemon'.

Because this fanbase has no standards, just blind spite and nostalgia.

#palworld discourse

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theslightestbitofahint · 2 months ago

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TL; DR- there is an app called HazAdapt that contains guides for what to do in many emergency situations. It is free. It can operate offline. It was created and is owned and operated by a private, non-government affiliated company. It does not require users to create an account before accessing its content. It doesn’t collect personal data unless you manually enter it. It does contain links to some government sites to provide ADDITIONAL information on top of the included guides, but it does not require users to access those links. When it is opened the first time, it downloads all the guides so they can be accessed offline. All included emergency situations have guides for before, during, and after. It includes natural disasters AND SOCIAL EMERGENCIES like civil unrest, sexual assault, and hate crimes. It has 7 language options and a direct way to report translation errors or issues to people who actually see it. It takes up 120 MB on my phone.

The long version:

I’ve been doing an unpaid internship at a county-level emergency management department in California for a little over 100 days. I’ve spent all of this time restricted within the emergency coordinator team, the people who partner with agencies and other departments in the county- government, private, and nonprofit- to work together before, during, and after emergencies or disasters happen.

I’ve observed their operations specifically in the contexts of 1) Extreme Heat and 2) Flooding caused by an atmospheric river that dropped a year’s worth of rainfall in less than 72 hours, along with their week-to-week efforts around maintaining partnerships.

Here’s what I can tell you:

Local-level government is severely, grossly underestimating what is going to happen on and after Inauguration Day, which is in about 6 weeks. They are making the exact same assumptions that everyone made the last time Trump took office: he’s only 1 man, he can’t make any significant changes on his own, checks and balances will slow or stop any damage he causes.

They are incorrect in that assumption.

We were all alive during 2017-2021. We watched his tweets instantly cost people jobs and income. We watched his speeches make absolutely no sense, but somehow still cause significant increases in violence and hate crimes. We all watched him try to have the people who made sure he followed the bare minimum of rules killed- and saw the people who were completely not involved who actually were killed or seriously injured. We watched him ignore and eliminate guidelines. We watched him put people who have absolutely no relevant qualifications in positions to make national-impact decisions. We watched him say white nationalists were good people and just as valid in wanting to kill people of color as the people of color were in begging in the streets to not be killed. And we’re watching him do the same thing now.

I’m not trying to scare anyone. But I’m not gonna not say this. Our government is going to fall apart. Our systems of safety and security are going to turn in even harsher negative ways in our direction. Our military defenses are inadequate. The people currently in the federal government and the people in other national governments know that. Hang with me.

The FBI recently advised all Americans to start using encryption messaging. Suddenly. The whole federal government has been telling people at all levels of government and military to do this for decades while actively fighting against citizen’s right to do the same. But suddenly, they don’t want other countries- they’ve specifically named China- to see what you’re talking about to anyone for any reason. And they’re willing to sacrifice their own access to your privacy in order to prevent other governments gaining access.

Because: They know most citizens are pissed at them. And they know the ones that aren’t do not use texts and emails as much as the pissed ones- and certainly not to praise the government with the same volume of those criticizing it.

And they know Trump is going to either a) piss everyone else off very quickly , or b) have all the pissed people- which is most of the people- killed or enslaved in some capacity very quickly. They know that either way, there won’t be enough people on the government’s side left to keep the government from being conquered if another country tries to take over.

The best thing you can do is spend a couple of days thinking about what situations you are likely to find yourself in when that happens, and then use either the HazAdapt app or some other tool to teach yourself what to do with what you have when those situations happen to you. If there’s a particular natural disaster that is likely to happen near you while those other situations are happening, teach yourself about that too. Teach your kids. Teach your friends.

The WORST thing you can do is spend money you don’t have trying to make major life changes to prepare for one specific situation. That would be worse than doing nothing. That would be worse than blowing all your money enjoying life as much as you can in the mean time. It would be a total waste. Look for what you can do with what you have. Look for ways to do the things you need to do differently- bathe, cook, obtain food, travel, stay warm… don’t spend money you don’t have, but identify your options and learn how to utilize them.

You have time. If you’re seeing this on mobile or desktop, you have a way to find this information. Take it in and use it in the way you need to. Not everything is going to happen to you, but a lot of things are and you have some options for how to handle it when they do if you think and learn about the ones that are likely beforehand.

Also, if you do not have the will to live thru all of this, there’s nothing wrong with you. This is for the ones that want to try. But you don’t have to. It will suck and it probably won’t be worth it.

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