#yeah it's easy to forget especially if you did not experience it yourself but

[slushycoookie]

Spa Day ~ Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Content: You and Miguel go to the spa, mainly fluff, gets smutty towards the end, "wife" and "girl" are used, thigh grinding, masturbation, perhaps a hint of a praise kink, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: Had an idea to do a cute spa day with Mig. Enjoy!

“Welcome to the Sunny Side Spa! Are you checking in?”

The receptionist asked, smiling wide as you and Miguel walked inside. You were too busy taking in the peaceful atmosphere to respond. Admiring the soft bright lighting, harpsichord music, and divulging in the lavender aroma.

Miguel stepped in, “Yes. For the deluxe package?”

“Wonderful! Right this way!” You took your husband's hand, following the cheery woman down a hall and to the right, where the showers and locker rooms were. “Please wash up and put on our robes so we can start your ultimate spa experience!”

Your heart sped up in excitement, trying to contain it as you and Miguel went your separate ways in the locker rooms. Sunny Side Spa was a new spa that opened up on Earth-438, being highly recommended by some of the spiders in Spider Society. Ben mainly as he raved about his experience. Saying he suggested it to a few others too because it was that good. Jess came to you a few days later about the same spa and then so did Peter the day after. All boasting about their experiences, wanting you and Miguel to go too.

They mentioned how difficult it was pushing Miguel to go out and try new experiences. Especially after his major role in forming the elite spidey team. But once he started dating you, he was open to branching himself out. Even more so after marriage.

So when you brought up the spa trip with him, he was interested. He didn’t think he'd even been to the spa before when he couldn’t remember the last time he's had a massage or a facial. You weren't sure yourself. Hence why it was clear you two had to get in some relaxation time.

The cream-colored robe you put on felt like cotton. It was warm and soft to the touch with notes of eucalyptus hitting your nostrils.

Miguel was waiting for you, leaning against the wall while listening to the receptionist rave about the deluxe package. You didn't catch much of it, only hearing a little bit about a deep tissue massage.

“Ah you too look adorable!” She complimented before motioning you all to the massage room. The lady repeated what she told Miguel about everything that's in the deluxe package. A deep tissue massage, followed by a manicure, pedicure and a facial. While you all were fed complementary food and drinks. And as an added bonus, a private sauna room you can go to at the end of the wellness visit.

The lady handed you a pamphlet of the details in case you forget as she left you two in the room to wait for your masseuse. Your eyes caught the option to do hot stones in the massage to maximize muscle relaxation.

“Maybe you should pick this one.” You pointed out.

Miguel glanced over your shoulder, letting out a playful huff. “What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing…” You teased, “My man works hard. Just want to make sure we're making the most out of our stay.”

He hummed, kissing the side of your head. “I appreciate the thought, baby.”

The massages you received were out of this world.

Once meeting with your personal masseuse, you lied face down, uncovering your robe for easy access. The masseuses' hands roaming every inch of your bare back. Rubbing spots along your muscles that you didn’t even know were tense. All of the tension built up inside faded away once the soft fingers of your personal masseuse melted it away.

You couldn’t help but groan loudly at the feeling, hearing your masseuse laugh. “Feel good, yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

Miguel was enjoying his massage as his groans resonated in the room. While he occasionally instructed his own masseuse where they should rub the most. Any semblance of worry that your husband wasn’t going to enjoy the experience were gone.

Hints of jasmine from the essential oils lingered as hot stones pressed along your back. Not hot enough to burn your skin but to soothe your body. The personal masseuses left the room, wanting you two to lie on the cot for a little to fully relax.

“Cariño?” You hummed in response, “I might fall asleep.”

You giggled as you could tell by his low tone. “Fall asleep, baby.” You weren't too far yourself, body desperate to doze off in pure bliss. Miguel’s soft snores weren’t helping either as it blended well with the gentle music that was playing.

After you and Miguel got some shut eye for a few minutes, your masseuse woke you up for the mani/pedi. You took the lead as Miguel trailed behind, walking a tad slower to get adjusted from his nap. The section of getting the hand and foot massages was in a large area outside. A closed off section that was decorated with tons of food at your disposal. Fruit, veggies and mini sandwiches with a variety of alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks.

You quickly snatched up a grape as you sat back in your reclining chair, grabbing a drink of water while waiting on the nail artists to arrive. There was an option of getting your nails painted too, which Miguel willingly said yes to your surprise.

“Ooh can I pick your color?” You asked as they handed you a palette of nail colors to choose from.

“Go crazy.” Miguel said, not paying you any mind as he messed with his chair that had a massage function built in.

You decided to pick black for him, the glittery kind that shined in the light. You opted for a dark blue, like his suit, also sporting a shimmery shine.

The techs were really thorough while doing your hands and feet. Placing them in a tub of warm water, scrubbing away the excess skin. Trimming your nails and toes to a decent length. You watched them rub oil across your arms and legs too before they effortlessly painted your nails and toes. You glanced over to see how Miguel’s looked. He wiggled one of his hands to show it off. Black fit well on him.

Your face was soon covered with a mixture of ingredients you couldn't recognize. The green concoction had a clay-like texture, but it was cool against your skin. You watched the spa workers carry a bowl of cucumbers to finish off the facial. And you couldn't help but get excited when they said you could eat the veggies once the facial was finished, earning a laugh from your husband.

“Can I eat yours too?”

“Sure, mi amor.”

They allowed you two to relax in your chairs for a bit. The soothing sensation of the mask really helping. Your nail techs also recommend waiting to touch anything for a bit while your nails dried, making sure their hard work didn't go to waste. That didn't stop Miguel from inching over to nudge your hand with his pinkie.

“Hm?” You said, completely in the zone of your relaxation.

“You look adorable right now.” Miguel chuckled.

You held back in removing a cucumber from your eye, “Put your cucumbers back on.”

“I will. Just let me look at you.”

“You've seen me before.”

“Not with green stuff all over your face.”

You removed one of your cucumbers, opening your eye and immediately snorting at Miguel’s green covered face. “You look adorable too.”

He gave another affectionate nudge before following your command by putting on his cucumbers.

After the delightful facials, you two made your way down to the saunas. You could feel your face glowing from the extra care. Both of you had to change again into some towels, having a similar texture and color to the robes you wore.

You and Miguel had 30 minutes inside before the staff checked on you. And you felt like you were in heaven as you leaned against Miguel. A warmth radiating throughout the room that relaxed your muscles and your mind. His arm draped behind you, leaning back against the bench, legs spread a little wide. You could tell he was enjoying it as he leaned his head back, taking it in.

Something in you honed on his neck, a slight sheen coating his brown skin. His adam's apple bobbing slowly. You swallowed hard at the hair on his chest, following it down to his happy trail and unable to see the prize under his towel.

“We should come here more often.” His voice caused you to jump, not expecting him to say anything.

“Oh yeah, we should.”

Miguel sat up, red eyes landing on you with a grin, “I know you liked the massages.”

“Of course I did.” You shrugged, “So did you, right?”

He nodded, “I did. But I know you really enjoyed them.” Miguel sat up a little and inadvertently spread his legs wider, “I heard your cute little noises.”

You huffed, trying not to get affected by what he was saying. “It wasn't intentional, it just felt good.”

“I know, nena. I'm teasing.” His hand rested on your side. It felt extra hot for some reason. “Sit on my lap.”

You eyed him suspiciously, “Why?”

“Because I want you to.” He said, sounding innocent.

“We can’t have sex in here, Miguel.”

Your husband bit his lip to hide his amusement, “Who said we were having sex? Your mind is awfully dirty.” You shot a glare towards him. He completely ignored it before patting his thigh for you. Somehow you found yourself on it, hands on his chest for support.

“I'm serious.” You warned before he captured your lips. It was gentle yet passionate. His hand placed on your back to keep you there while your tongues danced with each other. You wanted more when you parted, wanting to lean back in but you stopped yourself.

“We can’t…”

“We're not having sex.” Miguel reiterated as his hand moved to slowly unravel your towel. You didn’t protest, as a glimpse of your breast poked through, your towel loose enough to ride up to your hips. “Grind on my thigh.”

Your hips moved on command, your cunt rubbing against his covered thigh. The plush towel not irritating you at all but the complete opposite as you lowly gasped. Miguel’s hand took its rightful place on your back for stability. His eyes honed on how you were grinding against him.

“Good girl.”

Your eyes flickered to his hard cock coming out from his towel. Standing tall and proud due to your actions. You wanted to touch it, but he beat you to it as he lifted you up gently, plunging two fingers inside you. You whimpered at how embarrassingly wet you were before watching him use your arousal on his cock.

His eyes never left your body as yours watched him stroke his cock. His thumb running along the tip to collect pre cum before using it for additional lubrication. A quiet squishy sound was heard through the hum from the sauna. But you kept going, eyes fluttering shut to focus on what you were doing.

“Eyes on me.” He commanded.

You gazed at him, your stomach twisting as he was still watching you. Intense eyes filled with pleasure. Your hips faltered when he unraveled more of your towel from your body. It was dangling from your form, barely hanging on. But this way he was able to see your breasts move from the hip movement. And your covered sex rub along the fabric.

“Fuck…” He swore, picking up the pace of his strokes. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Miguel…” You moaned, your clit hitting a perfect spot amidst your lazy grinding. That caused you to arch your back and pick up the pace. Miguel’s other hand is still on you, gripping a bit tighter.

“I should fuck you right here.” He grunted, spreading his legs even wider to get a good angle. “But I listen to my wife.”

“Sometimes.” You muttered, enough for him to let out a breathy chuckle. Your thighs started to ache as your cunt pulsed while you felt yourself getting closer. You wanted to shut your eyes and chase it but it was more addicting to look at Miguel’s steely focus on you.

“Wait for me.” He sighed, voice starting to get hoarse. You slowed down for him to catch up. Which didn’t take too long as his rough hand gripped your ass, the cue for you to go. So you kept grinding. Your back arching more and allowing the towel to slip completely off. That earned a groan of approval from your husband, his face turned from the undeniable pleasure.

“Baby I need you to come. We don't have much time.”

“I-I know.” You struggled, whining as you were nearing your peak. You had to ignore Miguel’s demand this time by shutting your eyes to focus on that feeling. Your body exploded, pleasure shooting all over you. Thighs squeezing against his while you quietly cried for him. Any other time he wouldn't like how quiet you were but he didn’t complain.

Miguel wasn’t far behind as cum shot out, staining his abdomen. His death grip from your ass gently released as he heaved. You rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow back down to his original pace.

You and your husband were practically glowing after getting out of the sauna. The two of you changed back into your clothes before making your way to the front of the establishment.

The receptionist waved to you and Miguel as he made the payment, “Did you two enjoy yourselves?”

“We definitely did.” He glanced at you with satisfaction while you held in a grin.

“Awesome!” She handed him the receipt before waving you two goodbye. “Thank you for coming to the Sunny Side Spa! Have a good day!”

[rillian4e]

Scara reacting to his s/o getting one of those womb/succubus tattoos?

Just them wearing more revealing clothes to show off the tattoo and to taunt him >.<

Scenario please!

You want it, you get it, anon

nsfw, fem!reader, degradation, sub!reader, teasing, dom!scaramouche, possessive scara, not proof read.

It was just another day where Scaramouche and you were supposed to go on a little date, you were feeling very excited as you recently got a succubus tattoo on your womb and you haven't told Scaramouche about it, wanting it to be a surprise. You purposely wore a small top which showed the tattoo perfectly off, it matched very well with the tattoo and looked adorable. As you headed out and smiled when you saw Scaramouche, you could see the slight surprise in his eyes, looking over at your stomach.

"What's this?" He asked, confused on why you got a tattoo like that, his reaction made you think he wasn't fond of the tattoo, "Do you not like it...? It's rather popular nowadays, and it looks pretty, right?" you shrugged your shoulders, smiling mischievously, you knew it looked good, a few guys had already complimented you on it after all.

"hmph, it's not my thing but whatever. Let's go already." taking your hand in his, he lead you to a shopping store, you two had already planned to go and buy some bathing suits, it has been getting hotter and that is the perfect time to go to the beach.

Despite him having acted as if he wasn't interested and didn't care, the tips of his ears were red, how could he have not liked it? He didn't think you could have gotten more attractive than you already were but this womb tattoo would be the death of him. He found tattoos attractive, and that specific tattoo on his pretty girlfriend's body? It was making him feral.

When you arrived, Scaramouche sat down in a nearby chair, telling you to go and pick some bathing suits while he waited—after picking several bathing suits, you went in the dressing room, Scaramouche coming inside with you which you found unexpected of him, he already had an excuse saying how "Why would I stay there? Too many lousy people, it's more quiet here." you just rolled your eyes at him, knowing he wanted to see you change. When you finally tried on a bathing suit, a pretty purple one which showed off the tattoo, you had purposely picked that one, the bathing suit matched the design of it, Scaramouche couldn't keep his eyes off you, he felt reluctant on whether you should wear that to the beach, he didn't want another man looking at your body, it would make his blood boil. "Does it look good? Hey, don't space out!" at your words, he was back to reality and nodded.

"Uh, yeah. Looks good, but you're either doing this intentionally or are just an idiot. Either way, I'm done with this." was what he said before he pinned you against the wall of the dressing room, his lips biting down onto your neck harshly. A leg pressed against your crotch, "You thought I didn't know, hm? Getting this tattoo just to rile me up? I guess, I shouldn't have expected any less from a whore like you." he whispered in your ear, making you shiver, yes, this is what you wanted, you were already wet from his mere words but you couldn't forget that you were in the dressing room where there were people outside! "Not here, Scara... There's people outside, what if they hear?" that was something you did not want, especially having to go and then buy the bathing suit and have the lady at the front desk look at you two weirdly... "oh my, acting so shy now? It's a shame, though. I'm not going easy on you this time." hearing his chuckle, you knew that there will be no escape from this humiliating experience.

And so, you found yourself pressed against the wall, his cock hitting against your sweet spot with your hand clamped against your mouth, you were sure someone would hear but right now, you couldn't worry about that, only thoughts of Scaramouche fucking into you inside your head. His lips fervently chasing yours, exchanging passionate, messy and wet kisses. One thing was for sure, he liked the tattoo.

After your little session, you two exited the dressing room, your hair slightly disheveled and clothes a mess with Scaramouche leading you to the register with a proud smirk on his face, the lady at the register looked at the two of you as expected but Scaramouche only shot her a glare and then you two went home where he took his sweet time enjoying you for himself.

[ch4nb4ng]

Over the Eight seas: Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x afab!reader

Word Count: 7.1k (yeah i kinda got carried away...)

Genre: enemies to lovers

Note: Ok idk how this is gonna go... feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated <3 I am going to make this into a series tbh.. we will see @j-0ne25 here u go !!

Summary: You’re the head lifeguard, and he’s the cocky subordinate that does everything he can to make sure you know who’s really the boss: yes, everything.

Over the 8 seas masterlist

Being a lifeguard was a long time dream of yours from childhood. The beach was somewhere you grew up, holding many special and fond memories. It’s how you got to where you are now, head of the Bondi beach lifeguard association. Being in charge of one of the most famous beaches in the world was not an easy task. It involved hiring, training, firing and just maintaining lifeguard reputation and overall quality. It wasn't an easy job, nevertheless, you were grateful that you could be by the sea; that’s all that mattered to you.

You had your fair share of different lifeguards. The sweet ones who were very professional, sweet ones who had no idea, the average ones, and then the ones that were just plain arrogant, knew they were good at the job and just flaunted it. He was one of them. Always prancing around half naked ‘accidentally’ forgetting/misplacing his yellow shirt. He was incorrigible, but he was the best lifeguard at Bondi, apart from you ofc course. Hyunjin was a menace, and learning how to manage him might be your greatest task of all.

You had your fair share of different lifeguards. The sweet ones who were very professional, sweet ones who had no idea, the average ones, and then the ones that were just plain arrogant, knew they were good at the job and just flaunted it. He was one of them. Always prancing around half naked ‘accidentally’ forgetting/misplacing his yellow shirt. He was incorrigible, but he was the best lifeguard at Bondi, apart from you ofc course. Hyunjin was a menace, and learning how to manage him might be your greatest task of all.

***

The sea was choppy on a windy day like today, typical of a March weekend. Guards were on high alert, and the space between the two flags was very small, meaning that there wasn’t much safe area to swim in. Nonetheless, you sat happy in the watch chair, enjoying the way nature was such an independent, powerful body of its own.

“Y/n, good morning,” Chan smiled, taking a seat next to you, “how are you today?”

“Pretty good Chan, it’s nice to have you back.”

“Yes,” he chuckled, “time off is always good, but I can’t lie and say I didn’t miss it.”

That brought a rather large smile to your face. It was nice to hear that others shared the same passion for the ocean like yourself. Chan was one of the more senior lifeguards, having the most experience apart from yourself. Growing up a swimmer, it became advantageous during water emergencies, especially when things needed to be done quickly.

“That’s always good to hear, anything to report for today?”

“Nothing apart from the girl Hyunjin that was shoving her tongue down his throat in reciprocation to his tongue down her throat when I walked in this morning.”

An egregious eye roll followed after that. This was not the first time this had occurred. It was probably like the 20th time to be honest. Hyunjin liked to have fun, there wasn't a problem with that, you all did off duty, but it was the fact that he would bring them to work. You weren’t sure why, but everytime it made your blood boil. It definitely wasn't jealousy; no that couldn’t be it.

“If you have something to say, you are more than welcome to say it to my face rather than eye rolling behind my back.”

Ignoring his smartass comment you placed the binoculars over your eyes, refusing to even look in his direction. Chan suddenly felt awkward, realising he was about to be in the middle of a cat fight. Yep. There was a nickname for the interactions between you and Hyunjin. It was a scary day when the two of you were on duty together. You did everything you could in your power to work the least amount of time with him. It was just the nature of your relationship.

The rivalry began as soon as he stepped foot onto Bondi. He was the only lifeguard that could actually challenge you ability wise, knowledge wise, in every facet. He was confident, way too confident in your opinion, so when he got promoted to assistant manager you were still the same level, things just turned nasty. Hyunjin’s arrogance was tuned up all the way. Then you got promoted to head of association, and things just got worse. Though you felt no need to gloat, Hyunjin did everything in his power to undermine you, highlight that you were incorrectly promoted; he became a mega asshole. And you would rather drag your bare ass across a concrete road than spend more than five minutes with him.

“What do you want Hyunjin?”

“You wish I came here to talk to you, you’re so obsessed with me. I actually came to talk to my buddy Chan about last night.”

“Jesus Hyunjin, I already saw tongue wrestling her, no need to gloat that you’re getting your dick wet around here.”

“No but dude,” he replied, hitting Chan on the chest to make sure he got his attention, “she was like a freak, she went into a handstand as I went down on her, so flexible, doing cartwheels and shit completely naked.”

Your jaw clenched at hearing Hyunjin’s preposterous claims. Yes, it had been a while since you got some action yourself, so yes, it was kind of making you jealous, but it definitely had nothing to do with the idea of it being Hyunjin. Definitely not.

“Wow dude, that's crazy.” Chan nudged him smiling, almost forgetting that you were still next to him. He nudged him with his elbow, eyeing you before whispering to Hyunjin , “Maybe we should continue this convo at another time.”

“Why,” he scoffed, “are you worried about me hurting y/n’s feelings?”

This made you put your binoculars down, shooting daggers his way. Even though he got under your skin, continuously and consistently, it was usually easy to just ignore it. But the idea of him thinking that you're obsessed; it was just not something that you could just not let happen. The last thing you needed was rumors.

“For fucks sake Hyunjin,” you huffed, “can we just have one day where you spare us the details of your sex escapdes. First of all it’s just a massive HR violation and genuinely no one wants to hear it.”

He said nothing, instead, just laughing at your outburst.

“Aw y/n, y/n, it’s okay, not all of us can have mind-blowing sex regularly,” he paused, walking closer you and whispering into your ear, making sure Chan couldn’t hear. His lips brushed against the cartilage. A shiver running down your neck as he spoke.

 “I bet you’d be screaming my name if I had my way with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, you were speechless, unable to speak as he walked away. It took you a solid two minutes to shake your head, stand up and leave, and head to the tea room to grab some water. You weren’t sure why, but as you took a sip of the icey beverage, you could still feel the weight of his words. Yes, Hyunjin was a douche and made sexual remarks numerous times, but never were directly about you. It was hard to admit, but there was a dull ache between your legs at this very moment. However, the fact that it was comments from what you classified to be the most repulsive man on earth was making you sick. You chugged the water down in one go, running to the bathroom and splashing your face. You definitely needed that. 

It wasn’t a long time of peace however, because your radio was on, and you could hear your name over the gentle static.

“Y/n, we’ve got a code T63.621A. Young girl stung by a jellyfish, parent is with them in the water. All on-duty units please grab the boat and head out to sea, girl is struggling to swim, over.”

“Copy that, Chan, Hyunjin, Seungmin, meet me at the shed to get the boat and let’s head to them, over.”

“Copy that.”

The three responded individually, meeting you at said shed. When it came to the beach and saving civilians, your issues with Hyunjin had to be put aside, and whether you wanted to admit it or not, he was a great lifeguard. It took a multiple person effort to lift the boat out and into the water.

“Update on the location? Over.”

“Y/n,” Felix replied, " must have been from the tower, “next to the south-west buoy 45 meters out. Be careful, the radar is showing for large volumes of blue bottles today, over.”

“No worries, I will keep you updated as much as possible.”

Chan turned the boat into gear, racing it out as fast as possible. It was somewhat hard to see, but the closer you got, the easier it was to see that the situation, while needed to be dealt with, was not an emergency.

“Hello, how are you today?”

The mother was responsive, helping herself and Chan grab her daughter and put her into the boat. The mother soon followed, resulting in a successful pickup of two civilians. Hyunjin hurried over to the child, giving her a small smile before asking for her name.

“Wow,” he gasped, patting her head, “that’s such a nice name.”

“Thank you,” she giggled, “what’s your name?”

“My name is Hyunjin, but you can call me Hyune, like the food.”

Her smile was greater than before, and you couldn’t help but follow yourself. You had no idea how good he was with kids, but he didn’t need to know that, knowing the compliment would go straight to his brain.

It was a short trip. Once you had arrived back to land, you got back on your radio to notify others that it had been sorted. 

“Attention, rescue was successful, Chan and Seungmin will return the equipment and Hyunjin and I will follow up and see if we can request a 907N, over.”

Hyunjin kneeled down to the little girl's height, that beautiful smile, wait beautiful, get ahold of yourself, still across his lips as he spoke to her again.

“Ok, so could you please point to me where it hurts.” 

The rescuing was the quick part, and there wasn't much time to determine on the boat especially since it was such a short distance out. She said nothing, tiny index finger pointing at her leg. You could see the bright red hue the sting the blue bottle had left behind. 

“Well we shouldn’t get you to walk on that, shall we?”

In one swift motion, Hyunjin lifted the little girl, carrying her bridal style to the first aid room. You couldn't help but stare at so many things. The patience he had for the child, how kind he was with children, the way his arms subtlety flexed while carrying her. The way he was making her laugh too. It was hard to not be distracted. 

The mother followed, closing the door behind her as Hyunjin closely inspected the sting. He analyzed it with much interest, making sure that it was not life threatening or just overall too serious. Your diverted attention made you completely forget how you treat a fresh sting. 

“Okay so, the first thing we like to do is apply pressure to it.”

On his knees to remain eye level with the child, Hyunjin lifted his arms above his head, out of all things he chose to use to apply said pressure was his yellow lifesaving shirt. Fuck, the other ways you could have him like this. It was so obnoxious, but you had to suppress the gasp that gurgled in your throat. God his body was fucking hot. So toned, so defined. He had such a lean, yet such a muscular torso. You could have sworn you saw Hyunjin smirk, him noticing your taking to his torso, but he knew better than to tease you while doing his job.

“Y/n, did you want to have a look at it before I apply some pressure?”

You raised your eyebrows, shaking your head to snap back into it before giving him a small “yes” and  kneeling down next to him. Hyunjin’s presence was as close as you have ever been before.The two of you all of a sudden were very near, faces separated by inches as you inspected the wound. He leaned in even closer before, ‘accidentally’ brushing your ear again before asking, “what do you think captain?”

The faint part of his breath lingering on your ear, and if you knew better, he was probably trying to set you off, and although you didn’t want to admit it, you knew that it was working.

“Okay so, it’s a pretty minor sting.” 

You stood up, running away from the nightmare that is being attracted to Hyunjin to speak candidly with the mother of the little victim.

“I would just monitor it for the next couple of days. If it gets worse at a rapid rate, head straight to the emergency at your nearest hospital, but-”

“It’s very rare for that to happen, we’ve never seen it here before.”

And he was back. The cocky, arrogant, overbearing lifegard you knew him for. The fact that he interrupted you made your blood boil. Here he was again, trying to undermine you because he simply thought he was too good for you, too good for everyone that works at Bondi beach.

“Yes,” you looked at him, shooting another dazzling death glare, “Hyunjin will get that bandaged up for you and then you guys should be good to go.”

“Ah ok thank you,” the mother replied, nodding as you exited and headed up to the communal lifeguard showers. You were not really wet, and yes the showers were to rinse off the salt water, but maybe a hot shower would help you rid yourself of the array of confusing emotions you were feeling. Stripping down to your bikinis, you closed the door to your stall, and let the steaming water pour over your body. A deep groan of bliss escaped your lips as the liquid hit your back, allowing you to self-reflect on how to remain calm. Today was just an off day, nothing else. I mean, if you’re attracted to Hyunjin, maybe it's a sign that you need to redownload tinder, get someone to jump your bones, and then come back to peace, again.

It didn’t take long, however, to be interrupted once again, hearing a phone call out in the hallway.

“Yeah, no Chan, it was chill, and y/n’s fine I think, she doesn’t seem off to me, does she seem off to you?”

You turned the water slightly lower, wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Dude, I don’t like y/n, she gets on my nerves so bad, will you stop trying to be a wingman all the time and focus on your own love life?” The chuckle that followed was a nervous one, anyone could hear that.

You were about to lose it, turning the lock on the stall before you heard the voice getting closer. Covering your mouth, you turned it off, able to hear the slight textured sound of him dropping his duffle bag discarding his clothes, hopping into the stall next to you.

“Chan I’m telling you, she is the most irritating person I have ever met.”

That’s it. You barged out of your stall, aggressively knocking on his before banging on his. He opened with a confused expression, quickly followed by a smirk, like he already knew he had been caught. Seeing you in a drenched state, he put his phone into his bag, wanting to avoid any water damage for the outburst he was about to unwillingly observe.

“Oh y/n, what a pleasant surprise, you look good.” A slight hint of heat could be felt in your cheeks at his dirty compliment.

“Do you always talk behind the back of your coworkers, or is it just me?”

You shut the door behind you, not wanting anyone to get the wrong idea. The only response he had was to chuckle. He stood there, swimming shorts only, turning around and letting the water splash his face, trickling down his, now that you’re looking straight at it, very wide and toned back. You watched each intricate movement from behind, admiring the way each finger tip ran through each strand of now damp hair. Every impulsive thought was telling you to touch it, feel the darkened locks against your fingertips: but you knew better. One thing would lead to another, and the last place you wanted it to be was right here in this very stall.

“Definitely just you.”

He turned back around, leaving you hung up against the door, a large factor that was accounting for the lack of distance between the two of you. Silence filled the room as you waited for him to reignite another conversation. Your breathing was shallow, and you knew that if he came closer, you were going to be in trouble.

“You know what Y/n? I have to ask you something.”

He lifted an arm, placing it on the door, equivalent to your eye-level.. He looked down on you, almost like he was checking you out yet simultaneously wanting to intimidate you.

“Don’t you ever get sick of this?”

“Sick of what?” You were genuinely confused as to what he meant, scoffing a little too loud.

“The hatred, if you could even call it that, for me?”

You scoffed in response, again. You knew what he was trying to imply, but he was so far off. It was hatred. How could it be anything else?

“It’s definitely hatred, don’t get that wrong. I hate you, you hate me, we ignore each other and only interact when necessary.”

“Then why aren’t you moving away from me?”

His body followed his hand, hips almost pressing up against yours. Fuck, he was right. A sharp inhale pushed into your throat, you suddenly felt nervous. Looking up at him felt like a dream. Hyunjin was so fucking hot, and maybe, the closer he got to you, it was true that it wasn’t hatred at all.

“You’ve trapped me in, I can’t escape.”

He said nothing, watching your eyes as he leaned forward, letting his lips attach themselves to yours. Your eyes went wide at first, thinking that you should pull away, but the longer it went on, the more you wanted it. Your lips began to move with vigor themselves, Hyunjin groaned into your mouth, you following,  allowing his body weight to fall into yours. You lifted your leg, guiding his hand on the outside of your thigh to lift it up. Your core was already throbbing, and you could tell after he lifted your leg, that it was having detrimental effects on him also. His semi-hard on could already be somewhat felt between your core, and you rolled your hips a little creating enough subtle friction in the perfect spot; the zipper of his shorts.  It wasn’t until you needed breath that when you parted and your brain stopped short-circuiting, and you realized where you were and what you’d done.

“What the fuck was that?”

Hyunjin brought a tumb to his lips, wiping the outer corner before chuckling at you.

“I was just proving to you y/n, this so-called ‘hatred’ you have for me.”

“Wow,” you scoffed, throwing your hands in the air, “you think that you can just fuck around with any girl you want? Well news flash, I’m your fucking boss, and if you think you can ever do that again, I’ll destroy you so fucking fast, you won’t know what hit you.”

“Hah,” he chuckled, a smirk still painted on his pride ridden face, “Getting destroyed by you sounds like a dream.”

Too flustered to even respond, you stormed out,  forgetting to dry yourself, putting your clothes that stuck to your wet body and going back on duty. What the fuck was that? A shiver of nausea came over you, knowing that you will never live this down. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you attempted to compose yourself, heading to the lookout. Chan was sitting there too, for some reason avoiding your eye contact.

“Hey Chan,” you swallowed hard, hoping he wouldn’t notice, “how’s every-”

“I heard it.”

Your heart dropped into your ass. Surely he wasn’t talking about what you thought he was.

“What? How, I-”

“I think Hyunjin thought he hung up, but he actually didn’t.”

“Fuck,” was all you could say. This could ruin everything. Your job, your reputation, your well known hatred for him. You weren’t even sure what it was anymore. Part of you cared so much about what other people thought, especially the guards at the beach, but the other part, the bigger part in this moment, didn’t give a fuck. The only thought lingering on your mind was his hands, how they seared across your skin. How they already were able to significantly impact you in such a small period of time. If you knew better, you would have thought that his palms were already imprinted on you. You were reeling but, the logic of being rational was too hard to even fathom trying to do at this moment.

“Yeah, look I don't know what goes on between you guys, and y/n tell me if i'm overstepping, but you say you hate him, but I really don’t think you hate him at all.”

You scrunch your nose, knowing that maybe what Chan said was true after all.

“Look, whatever you think, can we just go back to before like nothing ever happened, please.”

He laughed, knowing that this would be the route you wanted to take, “secret is safe with me.”

This little chat did not calm you down or relax you at all. If anything, the thought of Hyunjin on you was becoming heightened burning into the back of your brain. You wanted him. You wanted to be touched, bad. It just happened to be convenient that Hyunjin, a very attractive man, happened to crave touch at the same time.

“Fuck this,” you mumbled, “Chan I’m going on my break, if anything really serious, just let me know via the radio.”

He nodded, eyes stuck in his binoculars overlooking the beach. You walked back inside, hoping and praying that Hyunjin was still in there. You became excited, craving that feeling of being touched, caressed, held by him. Your mortal enemy; it was crazy. 

And the craziest things of them all? When you walked back into the showers, he left the door open, back resting on the wall stall, cock in hand, absolutely pumping himself to the full capacity. He was too caught up to even notice your arrival. The sight instantly made you horny, and the fact that he was probably thinking about you while he did it drove you up the wall. Getting in the stall, you closed it behind you, undressing yourself completely this time, standing there, waiting for him to notice. His lids were heavy and it took him a decent 30 seconds for him to see you back. 

“Fuck,” Hyunjin jumped, covering his member with his hands, fuck his cock was hot, “you fucking scared me.”

At first, he didn’t notice your lack of clothes, giving you direct eye contact in his fright. It did not take long for him to notice tho, subconsciously biting down on the big fucking juicy bottom lip. God you wanted to suck it. Leave it longing in your mouth as he pulled away, length tipping you over the edge.

“Shit,” he huffed, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

Hyunjin takes you by the waist, wrapping his arms around your back and he pulled up against the hardness of his body. His lips crashed against yours, and he moaned at the rough contact, the immatureness of him reeling in the way your tits pressed up against his chest. You were just as hungry, arms around his neck, hands and fingers acting on prior impulsive thoughts; god his hair was so soft.

“Fuck,” he pulled away in between, pecking you, “you’re so,” peck, “fucking,” peck, “hot I could die.”

You pulled away completely, giggling at his eagerness. You couldn’t help yourself, the hunger was consuming you. Without thought, you dropped to your knees,biting down on your lip while looking at his throbbing length in front of you. My god was he girthy. A hand on his balls, you began to massage, Hyunjin’s hands instantly fisting your hair into a very messy pony, grabbing what he could before his jaw became slack, gasping at the way your lips became wrapped around him. Although he had a decent length, giving head was your specialty, it was one of your favorite things to do. You tested the waters, flicking your tongue vigorously against his tip, before letting your lips wrap around him completely, more and more of his cock engulfing your mouth. Bobbing up and down at an extremely slow pace, your eyes were glued to Hyunjin’s face, gratified in how easy it was to make him shut the fuck up and be grateful for something, in this case, the something being your mouth. Your tongue, all the warm parts of your mouth that made him rock hard. Made him jerk off thinking about you. A sigh of relief waved over you when you saw his eyes roll back, mouth very much agape the lower you sank into him.

“Holy shit baby,” he grunted, head still affirmatively back, hips gently rocking into your mouth, “you’re so good at that.”

You pulled him out of your mouth for a moment, a large ‘pop’ at the full release, your left hand quickly replacing your lips as you began to pump at a very slow pace. The arousal for yourself was increasing at a rapid pace, uncontrollable. You took your other hand off of his balls, index finger flicking your nipples for any kind of self stimulation. A tiny giggle escaped your lips, reaching Hyunjin’s ear and snapping him back to reality. He moved your hand off of him, reluctantly, before hooking his hand round your elbows, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall of the stall. This frustrated you, feeling like the power was being taken away from you. If only you knew that if you kept blowing him, he would have cum, and the fun would have been over way too quickly for you. He pinned you down, enclasping both wrists in one hand. Fuck. All control of your limbs was now in his hands, literally. His typical ego fueled, pride ridden glare was back on his face, and oh, was he ready to get his revenge on you.

“Slow and steady wins the race, right?”

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” you growled, core throbbing at the combination of condescending tone in his voice. Part of you felt bad for teasing as you enjoyed the way he submitted his body to your hand and mouth, but then, Hyjunin’s torturous teasing of his words triggered a playback of every single time that he was an asshole to you. Every single time he called you a name, undermined you to civilians and other staff, the shit talking to the junior guards especially. The fact that he used to so openly talk about all the women he fucked, how they had him begging his name, cumming all over his face. That was the last straw. 

Hyunjin shoved his tongue down his throat, generously lifting the restrain on your hands, his left hand now encompassing the circumference of your neck, other and dragging itself across your torso. The sting of his nails were already felt, but it only increased your arousal. Hyunjin somehow managed to be rough yet delicate at the same time. You knew that if you looked down, there would be a multitude of red streaks, but that was not what was important right now.

It was the way the hand around your neck immediately went to your mouth to muffle the crescendo of moans that escaped your lips when he pulled away and his calloused fingertips slipped underneath your waist, stretching your pussy lips before dipping his middle finger right along your clit. The circular motions, like yours, were long and drawn out. So petty he was. Nevertheless, it still made you moan just as hard, biting down on your bottom lip once more. Fuck, nothing had ever felt so good before.

“That shut you up,” he chuckled with a more sinister raspiness to it, “you’re lucky we’re in the shower and I can’t tell how wet you are.”

“Yeah, fucking right,” you huffed, gentle griding your hips on his fingers. It was easier to deny it than accept that he, Hyunjin, the one man you hate, was able to make you feel this good. He withdrew them for a moment, spitting on his own hand before removing the other from your muffled mouth, prodding them at your own. You opened eagerly, moaning at the taste of his bodily fluid. At any other point in time, you would repulse at the motion, but right now, nothing was as important as this. You bobbed your finger with ease against the long digits, but it wasn’t for long, because they went straight back into your folds, an index finger slipping almost too easily into your hole.

“Fuck Hyunjin,” you bellowed, “I fucking hate that you’re making me feel this good.”

An expression of satisfaction dripped across his face as he sped up the pace of his finger, adding a second as the sound of skin slapping increased. You reached around, reattaching your fingertips to his cock. A nervous laugh and a hip shudder came from the man next to you, not expecting you to be so bold, yet he expected it at the same time. He knew you couldn’t stand when someone attempted to be better than you at anything.

“Stop making this a competition,” he huffed, “you know you’re going to lose.”

“No, I’m-fuck, no I’m not.”

But that’s exactly what it was. Who could make the other cum first. A sharp whine escaped your lips, followed by a deep moan from himself, it was your goal to have him cumming all over you. Ropes of his seeds coating your stomach, tits, face, lips. You had never wanting something this much from a man. The two of you were at your loudest, but you simply didn’t care. If someone heard, it was just going to be a whatever moment. It’s not like anyone would know who it was anyway, or maybe not, because you were moaning his name every time he thrusted into you.

“You’re so path-shit, pathetic y/n, I knew you always wanted me.”

“Shut up,” you hissed back. He withdrew his hands from your cunt, placing them on your hips spinning you around, ass now facing him. His cock was pressed in between your cheeks as he began to slowly move, the slight sensation on your rim making your toes curl. Your hands were wrapped around his back. It would have looked awkward to an outside person, but you didn’t care. You needed to be close to him.

“You know when I realized it was the first time I wanted you?”

“When,” you breathed, heavy, almost like you were out of breath from running in to save a life, “when did you want to fuck me?”

He ignored, taking your hands off of him and pinning them together once more, above your head. He continued his teasing motions, but maneuvered himself intellectually, cock now slipping in between your folds, tip barely hitting your clit. Although it was painfully tortuous, it still felt so good, rewarding almost. You waited in anticipation, desperate to hear his answer. It made you curious, because you were asking yourself. What switched in his brain? What flip switched on your own? How your cognitions led you to this moment. It didn’t matter, because your brain was short circuiting. You couldn’t see him, but you were dying to. Wanted to see how he looked. Hin losing himself to the pleasure of your pussy. 

“The first time you yelled at me,” he grunted, taking a hand off your wrists and stroking his length, prodding at your entrance. He took no time to tease you though, sliding  effortlessly between your folds. The sound was immense, and there had to be an echo that traveled. You could see Hyunjin’s side profile, head bowing and licking a gentle stripe up the crevice of your neck, spine shuddering at the wet sensation.

“You know what I really thought?”

You said nothing, a giant fear that it would be only a surmount of broken words. Instead, you let his dick do the talking, whining when he pushed his hips back, pulling away from you completely. Your pussy was now aching, and you could definitely tell that you were dripping for more. Hyunjin was clearly merciless when it came to you, and not giving you what you wanted.  

“Oooh,” Hyunjin mumbled, lips buzzing on the skin along your shoulder, “this pussy is so sweet I just know it?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, I wanna fucking taste that fucking cunt so bad.”

It was ironic how his cursing was getting you embarrassed, almost like you forgot that the was about to fuck you. He who you said you hated, who you would rather do almost anything else for than give Hyunjin that satisfaction. The gratification to know how you feel, what kind of lover you are, how your cunt felt against him. But things had changed, and there was nothing you wanted more than all of that. You were desperate trying anything and everything to increase the friction considering that Hyunin was moving painfully slowly.

The truth is, Hyunjin had been waiting to get this for a very long time. To get you. Yeah I mean, the few times the senior guards went out together and you hooked up with other guys, left early and went home with them was tough for him, but you weren’t together. Although a long time ago, he used to get so worked up, and he didn’t know why. He still found you almost intolerable, which is why it was easier to hate you, because if he did like you, he would fall down the rabbit hole at a world breaking speed. He knew that when, no, if the moment came, that it would be sweet, but he didn’t know it was going to be this good. You exceeded his expectations tenfold, especially the way you sucked his cock. His hips were gyrating faster unconsciously, and knew he could come right that second the more he thought about it.

“Hyunjin,” you whined, “harder, please.”

He ignored you, completely pausing before letting go of your wrists and flipping you around. The first thing he did was slide his body right against yours, thigh splitting your legs open, the gentle friction against your clit making you moan. Hyunjin had never looked so fucking hot in his life. You had seen him wet, many times, but this was different. The beads of liquid spayed his face, drenching his long hair, but his eyes, lips. They were so hungry, disheveled, like he was a predator hunting his prey. He reattached his lips to yours, crashing down as his hand snaked back around your neck. He didn’t even know if you were okay with it, but it didn't matter when you lifted your hand yourself, pushing your fingertips against his as he kissed you. The multitude of sounds that came from your mouth as the result of the tension between your core and Hyunjin’s thigh poured into his mouth, leaving him to wrap his free hand around his cock. He began pumping, pulling away and wasting no more time to plunge his cock deep inside of you. Oh my, it could be humiliating how easily he slipped inside of you.

“Say my name,” he growled, applying more pressure to your neck, “say it out loud.”

“Hyunjin,” you whined, tone pretty quiet as you concentrated on not clenching around him, “Hyunjin fuck.”

“So fucking sweet,” he continued to grunt, picking up his pace to an even greater speed, “that’s my favourite way to hear it.”

You brought your free hand up to his body, raking your digits over his washboard torso. My god he was fit. You wanted to slap yourself, wondering why you spent, no, wasted so much time hating him. He chuckled, the deepest he ever has, clearly enjoying how your fingers felt on him. Your mind, being a visual person, went back to the mental imagery of him jerking off in front of you. It was eating your mind up as he continued to fuck you unapologetically.

“Was it me?”

“What?”

“Fuck,” you chuckled, “I can’t speak. Were you-fuck, thinking of me?”

“When y/n,” he scoffed, rhythm getting distracted by your poor attempt at a question, “you’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“When you were jerking your cock?”

“Yes,” he answered confidently, his cock was in you and it would probably be more awkward if he just denied it, “it was because of you.”

Your pussy clenched, The idea was so hot, Making a man that went out of his way to piss you off and vice versa became so enamored with you. So much so that he couldn't wait until he got home and had to relieve himself at work. You thanked the upper powers that nothing serious was happening at the beach, because you would have been a raging horny bitch, even more than what Hyunjin would consider you to be on a normal day.

He was moving at an unfathomable rate, and moaned softly each time you clenched around him. You knew you couldn’t last for much longer, and the thought of him getting off to you was accompanying you at this moment. Hyunjin took his hand off your throat, one hand on his hip for more precision, the other enclasping your nipples, and fuck, did he get your weak spot.

“You have beautiful tits,” he grunted, lips latching onto them like his life depended on it. He flicked his tongue back and forth, causing the most unholy of moans. Locking your hand into his scalp, you yanked him closer, back up to his lips before smashing them against his. You want to feel him now as close as you can, because once this was over, you weren’t sure if you would even be able to reenact the same feeling. 

When you pulled away, Hyunjin’s bottom lip caught between your teeth as you lingered, more than enjoying the way they were so big, they popped when escaping your teeth. You were getting closer, unable to control the clenching that your pussy was doing. Hyunjins hissed, the tight sensation doing so much for him.

“Fuck Hyunjin, I’m so close.”

“Me too baby,” Hyunjin whined, adjusting his hips, “fuck I’m gonna blow so hard.”

“Yeah baby?”

Your hands were across his face, once under his chin and the other on top of his chin, wrapped across his cheek. It was a sloppy placement, but it was the least of your concerns as the pit of your orgasm is brewing at the pit of your stomach.  

“Yeah Y/n, fuck,” he mumbled under your palm, sounding like he was on the verge of tears, “wanna blow in you.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” it was your turn to growl, knowing Hyunjin was slightly losing himself inside of you, “do it.”

His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. It was his biggest fantasy, especially when it came to you. The thought of you walking around at work, cum stuffed into your cunt, and he was the only one that would know it. He could not count the endless times he thought about it.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“No I’m fucking joking.”

“Fuck keep going,” he moaned, too fucked out to keep up with your sarcastic tone, “I’m about to cum so fucking hard.”

“Yes,” you sighed, “fill me up baby.”

“I’m gonna fucking fill you up.”

“Yes you are.”

“Shit, fuck yes I am,” he grunted, thrusts becoming very erratic, “you’re so fucking beautiful.”

He gave you one last peck, never breaking eye contact as he watched your jaw slack, the most gruesome moan falling from your lips as he watched your orgasm roll over you. Crashing like a tidal wave. Your hips bucked against him, increasing the pleasure for Hyunjin as he came in you momentarily, a similar sound coming from his lips as the two of you rode out your high. The feeling of his seed making you clench unfathomably around him. You ran your hand through his hair again, pushing the hair off his forehead to see his face in this form completely. You cooed him through it, wimping when you felt the loss of him inside of you as he withdrew himself.

Reality washed back over you and it hit you that you've just had sex, with a coworker (that you hate’), in the work environment. Hyunjin bends down and picks your bathing suit, two pieces, up from the floor, that intractable smirk covering his face. They hung of his index finger, a gentle reminder that you were very naked

“Fuck,” you laughed, unable to get rid the smile on your face, “I should be so mad at you, but you were really fucking good.”

“You don’t need to say anything, hearing you moan my name was enough.”

Rolling your eyes, you redressed yourself quickly, waiting for him to do the same. You punched him in the chest, interrupting him from putting his shirt back on.

“For fucks sake, you’re incorrigible, just take the fucking compliment and shut up.”

“Fine,” he replied sarcastically, coughing after to clear his throat, “we probably shouldn’t walk out together, might be suspicious.”

“Oh yeah,” your eyebrows furrowed, attempting to be serious, “good idea colleague.”

He let you out first, however you still waited for him, not really seeing the big deal in walking out to the lookout together.

“You know Chan heard the first part of our, you know, situation.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, “I thought I hung up.”

You laughed.

“It’s fine, he was already petrified of looking at me, imagine he heard the rest.”

He chuckled at your words, playfully hitting your arm as the two of you walked out. You sat next to Chan for the final time of the day, giving you a suspicious look at the fact that you and Hyunjin were laughing together. As you sat there, you tried to focus on the beach and the beach goers, but all you could think about was him.

[unetherian]

Things to do when you're a newly awakened alter/nonhuman!

[PT: Things to do when you're a newly awakened alter/nonhuman! end of PT]

[Sorry for any spelling or wording mistakes, I don't speak English fluently]

1/Make an alterhuman journal

Do you have an old, almost empty notebook that you haven't used since the end of your middle school years? Or a little notepad that you received for your birthday and that lies at the bottom of the drawer that you never open? Now is the time to use it!

Write in it your alter/nonhuman journey, what made you wonder if you are alter/nonhuman, the research to find your type, if you are otherlink, what made you choose your type, if you are physically nonhuman, a portrait of how you see yourself in everyday life,...

I will probably do a post in the future on what to put in your journal :3

2/Don't lie to yourself...

Some newly awakened alters/nonhumans intentionally cause false flashbacks or force themselves to shift to feel legitimate... No Don't do this, it's okay if you don't have flashbacks or past life memories, it's okay if you don't shift, it's okay if your type isn't considered "cool" or if it is considered "too common" or "too rare" to be valid. Same for polyalter/nonhumans, it's okay if you really have a lot of types, don't worry. You're valid. You are yourself. Don't lie, just let yourself exist.

3/Ask questions to educated alters/nonhumans

Asking questions is literally a cheat code for educating yourself! Don't be afraid to share your questions on this subject, you will get very rich answers. But be careful which being you are talking because maybe it is not very educated himself...

4/Be interested in categories of alter/nonhumans who do not have the same experiences/beliefs as you

It's really interesting to understand these other communities better. It makes me despair when I see beings insulting other beings because their experiences are different... Getting to know and respect others is the key to avoiding these kinds of situations.

5/Search for your type!

For alters/nonhumans whose identity is often difficult to identify (otherkin, plantkin, therian, etc.), I recommend doing a lot of research and introspection. Make a list of all the species that could match you, draw a profile, ... There are many different methods to find out who you are. But don't use tests like "What is your theriotype", they are really not reliable (for information I am a feline and I did two tests in one they said I am a wolf and in another a fox so... yeah) Searches can last months and even years, it doesn't matter if you don't find it right away or if you make a mistake. You will find it, I promise you :3

For identities where the type is often easy to find (otherhearteds for example) you are very lucky 😅

For those whose choice of type is often voluntary (otherlink, copinglink, ect) take personality tests, do some research on what you most want/need to be,... Don't worry, you have the right to change your type!

Some alters/nonhumans don't have types, but that doesn't stop them from doing introspection exercises anyway!

For those who have already found their type, nothing prevents you from doing other research (to write in your alter/nonhuman journal, perhaps), for example fun facts about your type, types of gears not very well known that you would like to buy/make, learn how to draw it, lern their body language etc.

6/Make a den/nest!

Some being really like to make a cozy little corner just to become a little being in their cabin, and others like to make a majestic pillow fortress to protect themselves from human society. Get your covers on, let's go!

You can also create them outdoors, on your territory. (Don't forget to hydrate yourself, especially if it's hot)

Torn from Therian territory made tutorials (on YouTube) for indoor and outdoor dens, I recommend them!

7/Try to shift (if you want to/can)/species euphoria

I know that some alterhumans don't shift, can't voluntarily shift, or just don't like it, but sometimes shifting can be liberating and cause species euphoria (the opposite of species dysphoria).

If you don't want to/can't shift you can also do activities that bring you closer to your identity!

8/Make a scent marker!

If your type is territorial, I highly recommend this! It's a kind of little "potion" where you can find your scent + some plants that remind your scent and your territory, and you can spray it in your territory. Some beings add a little essential oil. Torn also made a video on the subject, "How to make a scent marker?".

⚠️Do not use environmentally harmful elements in this "potion"!⚠️

9/ Try activities related to your type/identity!

In our communities, when we talk about connecting with our identity, we often think of gears, quads, vocals,... But there are many other ways to get closer to your alter/nonhumanity! For example, a therian Ibex can practice rock climbing, a spacekin can learn astrophotography, an ockin can write a whole universe around his oc, a naturesoul can keep a journal where it tells all his past incarnations,... All forms of art can bring you closer to who you really are! (drawing, animation, story/poetry/song writing, music, etc.) No need to be an artist with incredible talent, try and have fun, it will already be a thousand times better than nothing! Even if you haven't found your type yet, let yourself be guided by your instincts and what makes you tick!

10/Read positive things about alter/nonhumanity

Sometimes, with the dramas, the insults from the anti, the non-accepting people, the doubt of really being an alter/nonhuman, the imposter syndrome,... There are times when you feel horribly wrong and misunderstood.

I really understand how it feels, when I first came into the community I was constantly asking myself "am I really therian?" "Is this just a teenage fantasy in search of identity?" "No one will support me..."And sometimes I would go on YouTube to take my mind off things and I would come across a stupid video that invited alter/nonhumans to commit the irreparable.

During this time I was only focusing on the negative part of being an alter/nonhuman. But, we must not forget these positive sides. We tend to talk more about our problems on Tumblr because for many, it's the only place they can confide freely. It's a way of "getting your emotional juices out", it's like therapy for some. But in reality, there are many positive and fun sides to being alter/nonhuman. It's true that by forgetting all that, it's more complicated to accept yourself as you are. Written alterhuman/nonhuman/objectkin/otherlink/therian/otherkin/ect positivity on Tumblr. You'll find so much comfort there!

I hope this helped you, remember, as long as you don't hurt anything or anyone intentionally, you are completely valid! You have the right to be yourself.

Take care of yourself, drink water and have an amazing day/evening/night!

Bye!

[ddlcbrainrot]

i’m just saying more people should make use of the angst factory that is sayori’s and mc’s friendship

Imagine you have a childhood best friend that you’ve lost touch with, and suddenly you two start hanging out again. You two start spending a lot of time together again, and things are like nothing has changed between you. All that time apart was not enough to strain your friendship, and you think to yourself “ wow even after all this time she still is the same sweet girl i’ve always known”.

Only for you to find out that she’s actually been suffering for as long as you’ve known her. And you didn’t realise a single thing until it was too late.

All the mixed emotions of concern for your friend, guilt of your ignorance (you’ve known her for forever, how couldn’t you tell?) but also the realisation that the person you’ve thought you knew better than anyone was more or less a facade. Now, i’m not saying that Sayori’s cheery personality is all fake, but i imagine MC would have to question where the facade starts and where it ends (did he even know her at all?).

All this and i’ve still haven’t said anything about Sayori’s POV of their friendship, which is just as - if not more - angst inducing.

I think the key factor to understand Sayori’s POV is the word indirect. Because most of the hurt she experiences from MC’s actions is in fact indirect. Even in the game she talks about how his actions were not actively malicious, but they indirectly caused her pain. And yeah, it is because of her feelings for him, but even if we ignore that their friendship alone still caused her indirect pain.

I see a lot of people be like “MC is so mean to her in their base game” which honestly? have you ever been in a long term friendship? idk if it’s just me but the way they interacted seemed like how any childhood friends would. Because no matter how mean your childhood friend is to you, you know they don’t mean any actual malice. It’s basic logic that the person who has been with you since childhood doesn’t actually think of you as just some dumb clutz. But depression isn’t logical. And that’s exactly why Sayori is actually affected by what on any other circumstance would be playful teasing between lifelong friends. It’s actually an issue that, while complicated, could easily be addressed if Sayori communicated to MC her feelings on the matter. But since Sayori is so focused to keeping things the same, how they’ve always been so he doesn’t worry, she doesn’t voice this at all.

I’d like to add that even though Sayori goes out of her way to make sure MC doesn’t find out about her depression, there must also be a part of her that is hurt by his lack of knowledge on the matter. MC in act 1 repeatedly says he knows Sayori better than anyone. Imagine you are Sayori, your friend insists he knows you, fully knows you, and yet he can’t seem to notice this very vital part of you. Again, he is hurting her indirectly, and frankly because Sayori is herself keeping this part of her hidden. It’s a double edged sword, really.

When Sayori does tell MC about her depression however, MC quite frankly responds in a pretty bad way.

I don’t think i need to explain how his response isn’t at all what you should say, i think enough people have done so already. But i will say it makes sense for him to respond that way. I think a lot of people, especially people who are online, have seen so many post or videos about how to handle these kind of situations, so it’s easy to forget that not everyone is that well educated on the subject of mental health (and it makes even more sense for MC in particular to be so clueless on the subject, since men’s knowledge on mental health is literally non existent bc of society’s own view of men as emotionless, but that’s a rant for another time). I think he reacts as a normal teenage guy would tbh. And that is he says the wrong thing.

And as he finds Sayori in the end of act 1, since he doesn’t know of Monika’s influence, he thinks his ignorance costs his best friend’s life.

[snowb3rryy]

New Experiences

MC tries to persuade Lucifer to use a sex toy in public.

{MC is female and uses she/her pronouns. Written in 1st person. English isn't my first language so I may have made some mistakes.}

I've been trying to persuade him for about 10 minutes, all failed attempts.

- Lucifer, please, it will be fun I promise.

I plead once more. He sits on the edge of his bed and I'm knelt down next to him, my hands on his knees, my head tilted, resting on him.

Lucifer: I already said no, MC. I will not make a fool of yourself, let alone i public

He chuckles and rolls his eyes playfully.

- How many times have I asked you for a favor?

Lucifer: Too many to count. *he smiles and looks at me arrogantly*

- Yeah, maybe *i laugh and sit next to him*, but how many times have you done my favours?

Lucifer: I believe all of them, well except that one time you asked me to take it easy on Mammon after he used *your* credit for his stupid schemes. You shouldn't be so eaay on him, especially when you're the one he uses.

- Well, he couldn't help himself! Blame him for his sin? Violence is never the answer and I've told you that a billion times!

Lucifer: I thought you loved me being violent from time to time

He whispers in my ear and caresses my side

- That's different, it doesn't count when I'm the one asking for your whip

*I smile and look at his eyes, but I break the tension and stand up*

- You punished Mammon for his sin, rightfully so but with wrong means, so should I punish you for not wanting to do me this small, tiny favor?

Lucifer: What does this have to do with anything?

*Lucifer seems confused, he crosses his arms and waits to listen my way of thinking*

- Well, all I did was to ask you a simple, innocent favour, to use a remote vibrator on me and you declined. That would be okay if it was anyone else but I'm more than 100% sure that you declined because of your pride, because you're scared people will see me, your weakness, being vulnerable publicly.

Lucifer: Is that what you think? Very well. Order that thing and inform me when it arrives.

*He stands up and walks towards the door, he opens it for me to pass by*

Lucifer: I'll make sure you'll think twice before mentioning my pride as a mean to get what you want

*he lifts my chin and smiles wickedly at me. He leans in and kisses me, softly and just for a second before he breaks the kiss*

Lucifer: Off to your duties now, my love. My thoughts are always with you.

*He smiles and I close the door as I walk away*

*This has been our relationship, heated, passionate, loving. We knew our limits and wants, none of us would ever push the other to do something unwilling. But that's the catch. I know Lucifer, and I knew even before asking that I'd first he'd decline before finally agreeing to it. And he knows I knew. He knows everything.*

*A week passes by and the vibrator arrived. I run the stairs of the House of Lamentation faster than ever to receive the package from the Akuzon delivery.*

*I hold the small package in my arms and run back up fast, wanting to avoid any interaction with the brothers. A split second before I enter my room, I hear a voice behind me*

??: Is it here already?

*That voice, that damned arrogant, sadiatic voice behind me. I knew he'd have fun with it. Maybe more than me.*

- Yes Lucifer, it's here.

Lucifer: Good. Clean it up and get dressed. I'll be expecting you in 10 minutes right on the front door. Don't be late.

*Like the wind I run. Both because I don't want to be late and because I can't wait to finally use it. I've seen porn using this device and it looks amazing, I wonder if it's worth it.*

*I go to the bathroom and clean it up thoroughly. I let it dry on a towel as I get dressed with clothes that I find comfortable and also easily accessible. I run out of the room, in my rush I completely forget the toy. I run back inside and take it with me. I hold it in my hand, is that sanitary? I don't have the mind to think because time is running out and I'm sure Lucifer has a punishment ready even for that.*

*Now that I think about it, it's been a while since he punished me, did I lose my brat side? That's a conversation for myself for another day*

*I arrive on time downstairs. Lucifer wears his eerie smile and we walk out of the house.*

*Lucifer guides us to the center of the city.*

Lucifer: My dear, dearest MC, how about we have some black coffee for starters?

*We sit at a café of his choice. We both order. Lucifer asks for me to hand him the toy. I carefully slip it into his hand and he takes out his D.D.D. and he connects it with the toy.*

Lucifer: Go to the bathroom and put it in.

*I nod and walk to the restroom. Both anxious and excited for it.*

*I put it in and take a deep breath. I look at myself in the mirror, I take another deep breath before deciding to head out. I manage to take one step and I feel vibrations hitting my insides. That damned demon knows I put it already?*

*I walk back to the table and I try to keep a poker face. Lucifer put it in the medium speed but for starters it's a bit much. As I sit down I try to get used to the vibrations. I feel my body releasing liquds and lubricate around the toy.*

*Lucifer looks at me smirking as he sees a few drops of sweat run down my forehead as I hold my thighs close to each other. The vibrations feel good, even though the toy is small, the power it has is great.*

*I see Lucifer fidgeting with his D.D.D. and I feel the vibrations stop for a second. I'm about to complain but I feel them coming but, slower and not as powerful as before. I question Lucifer and instead of replying he take a sip of his drink.*

*Since the speed is lower I decide to take a sip from my own drink. As I swallow I feel the vibrations change speed, one vibrations, then pause, the 2 more and then pause again and then back to the beginning. The thing is the power is much higher than before. Did he put it at max? No he wouldn't, it's early. Then if that's not the top speed, I'm fucked. As I come to this realisation, I also notice that I spilled my drink on the table as My body reacted to the change of speed ad power.*

Lucifer: Ts ts ts, my love is everything alright? You dropped your beverage. *he smirks and cleans the table*

Lucifer: Hmm, maybe you didn't like it. Let's pay and go somewhere else.

*He lets a few Grimm on the table and he helps me up*

Lucifer: Everything alright? You don't speak my MC.

- Everything's alright, Lucifer.

*I try to speak clearly but it's hard since all i can focus on is my orgasm that's coming close*

*Lucifer smiles and I feel the vibrations stop*

- Why?

Lucifer: You don't get to cum yet, we've just started.

*We walk for few meters, Lucifer tries to shut don my complains and we find ourselves sitting on a small restaurant at the end of an alleyway. The waiter comes to take our order and every time I try to speak, Lucifer turns the toy on and I lose my mind. The waiter looks at me funny but he doesn't mention it.*

*The food arrives, eveytime I try to take a bite, Lucifer turns it on, when I stop he turns it off. I barely manage to eat peacefully 3 bites in one hour.*

Lucifer: My love, you haven't eaten. Maybe I'll cook you a soup when we return back home.

*Lucifer pays once more and we walk back home while he putted the speed mode to change every few seconds as well as the power of the vibrations*

- Lucifer, please, I can't hold it more, it feels so good.

*I stop walking and grab Lucifer's arms tightly*

Lucifer: Hm? Is that right?

*Lucifer stops as well and looks around. We're about 10 minutes from the house of Lamentation. He could keep teasing me or make me ruin my orgasm but he is trying to handle his own arousal for hours.*

*He notices an abandoned building, used to be a shop and no one bought it yet*

Lucifer: If you want to release, go to that wall.

*Is he really going to? No way?! That's a chance I don't have every day. I lean my front on the empty building and Lucifer caresses my hair softly*

Lucifer: Do you think you can take it? After all this build up, I mean.

- Yes, please, I need this so bad.

Lucifer: Hm, there she is, someone found her strength.

*He chuckles and he open his pants. He lowers my bottoms an caresses my butt. He slowly puts it in, he penetrates my ass while the putted the toy in the max speed and power, melting my pussy. His voice low, his moans are silent growls. I try hard to keep my mind and thoughts in place but it's no use. All I can think of is how both my front and back are hot. I try to keep my voice down whole forcing my palm on my hand. I feel Lucifer's cock twitching inside me, he's close. I feel his fingers go on top of my clit, moving them in the way that drives me crazy. He wants me to cum.*

*It's not like I could do anything else. My attempt to be silent is lost as I orgasm at the tripple pleasure Lucifer gives me. I scream out his name, upon hearing it Lucifer thrusts in and out hard as he orgasms. "MC~" is the only thing he manages to say in a silent voice in my ear as he's cumming.*

*After a few seconds of both of us panting he slowly pulls out and closes the toy. I feel my legs giving out. As he buttons his pants and pulls my bottoms up, he holds me im his arms and supports me up. It's unusual for him to use magic for something so little but considering my state he teleports us in his bedroom. I taje my clothes and toy off and leave it on his bedside table. He calls for me to join him in the bath tub. We get in and we massage each other taking turns. Soon we both feel sleepy and decide to end the bath quickly and get up and walk to his bed. He quicky puts on his pajamas and I do too. I lay in his arms and he drifts off to sleep first, letting out a silent "I love you" before soft snores appear. Given my tiredness, I sleep immediately too, holding him tightly next to me.*

*What a day that was*

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 7: Oh Sugar Sugar (Food Play)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Engineer x Fem!Reader

Summary: You know, I was never in to southern charm until Engineer

Tags: Food play, whipped cream, kinda silly/cheesy, reader can’t fucking bake

Word Count: 2.2k

The Masterlist

To say that you had never so much as touched an oven would be an understatement. You had never really been taught to cook when you were young, and by the time you were old enough to learn, you were out doing so many odd jobs for money that you pretty much lived off of fast food. So, it was a mystery as to why you had suddenly decided that you would attempt to make cookies from scratch.

The results were just as disastrous as anyone could have predicted.

Several trays of burnt or undercooked cookie-like concoctions sat on cooling racks beside the stove. You stared at them pathetically as you feebly tried to convince yourself that maybe they wouldn’t be so bad. Turning around, you looked at your haphazardly assembled ingredients, which amounted to anything sweet that you could find in the kitchen. Sugar, brown sugar, chocolate chips, chocolate sauce, and even freaking whipped cream. Just looking at the ingredients made you even more sure that these cookies- if you could even call them that- would be unsalvageable.

Your only saving grace was that no one was around to see this mess. Of course, the moment you let yourself feel thankful for that was the moment Engineer waltzed into the kitchen, stopping short the moment he witnessed the scene. The crime-scene, you could even say. An utter crime against baking that you had committed.

“Woah, darlin. What happened here?” He asked, staring at the items stacked on the counter as he tried to decipher what exactly you had been attempting to make.

“A tragedy, that’s what. An absolute travesty against bakers and cookies everywhere,” you said, finally letting the defeat settle in. You stared at the cooling racks, unable to meet Engie’s gaze.

“Oh, surely it can’t be that bad,” he said, although he wasn’t very convincing. Especially since he did a terrible job of suppressing a wince at the sight of your baked monstrosities.

“I thought it would be a nice surprise for everyone,” you said. “I guess I conveniently forgot about my total lack of cooking experience.”

“So, I’m guessin’ you mixed up all this sweet stuff, hopin’ that it would result in cookie dough somehow?” Engineer asked, once again examining the wide range of sugary substances on the table. Each would be delicious on their own, but put together, they had resulted in a complete mess.

“Yeah,” you said curtly, leaning on the counter now with your head in your hands.

“Why didn’t you just follow an actual recipe? It would‘ve been easier.” Engie asked after pausing for a moment, probably noticing that you were becoming a bit agitated and trying to figure out how to pose that question in the most polite way possible.

“Well, apparently I don’t like doing things the easy way!” you responded, a bit annoyed and more than a bit embarrassed at this point.

Honestly, when you began this whole endeavor there was a part of you that thought you could do it better without any recipe, as if you could reveal some innate inner talent for baking if you just went at it blind. The mess on the kitchen counter was the evidence showing how wrong you were, and you really just wanted to clean it all up and forget this ever happened.

“Most people just use vanilla extract to make cookies sweet,” Engie said, picking up an open bottle of chocolate sauce in his ungloved hand. He stared at the rest of the mismatched ingredients scattered across the counters with a grimace.

“What’s that?” You asked. He turned to look at you with a thoroughly bewildered expression. You felt the flush of humiliation rise in your cheeks again.

“Oh. Oh darlin,” he said, a tone akin to horror evident in his voice. Apparently you had forgotten a very crucial ingredient. With the chocolate sauce still in hand, Engie walked over to a cabinet, opening it and retrieving a small brown bottle. He handed it to you. “Here, take a sniff. This makes a much better flavorin’ for baked goods than ice cream toppings.”

You sniffed the dark liquid, eyes going wide at the sweet vanilla aroma. Before Engie could even get a word out to stop you, you had taken a sip. That little taste was all it took for your face to immediately contort in disgust.

“Oh god!” You cried as the bitter taste coated your tongue. You shoved Engineer to the side to get to the sink, quickly cupping your hands beneath the running faucet and gulping water down until the horrible flavor ebbed away.

“Now, look at the mess we’ve made darlin.’” Turning around, you saw that when you had pushed Engie, he had accidentally squeezed the chocolate sauce bottle. The topping had spilled onto his button-down shirt as well as his ungloved hand, which was still holding the bottle a bit more tightly than necessary, causing the syrup to drip down the sides of the container.

“It serves you right!” You said, unable to drum up any sympathy for Engie’s current situation. “That was terrible!”

“Well, to be fair, I never told you to drink the stuff!” Engineer said, clearly trying to hold back laughter.

You glared at him, and that only seemed to make it more difficult for him to smother his amusement. That glare faded away however, as you watched him glance down at his chocolate covered shirt, consider it for a moment, and then begin to unbutton it.

“Woah, what are you doing?” You asked

Engineer looked at you, eyes half lidded. “Well, I can’t exactly go around with a shirt covered in chocolate sauce, now can I?” He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I guess not,” you said, stammering slightly when you noticed the less than innocent look in his eyes. All your focus suddenly went to trying to keep the blush rising in your cheeks under control.

“Of course, that doesn’t take care of this mess,” he continued, holding up his hand, still sticky with chocolate. “Maybe you could help me clean up a bit, sweetheart?

You managed to regain your composure a bit, at least enough to take action. You closed in quickly, grabbing Engie’s hand and opening your mouth to suck his fingers clean. Because by God, if you were going to lick chocolate sauce off a man’s fingers, you were going to take charge while doing it. You made quite the show of it, swirling your tongue around and relishing the sweet taste, even playing it up with a moan every so often.

“Atta girl,” Engie crooned, pulling his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop. “Nice and clean.”

“Want a taste?” You asked before pressing your lips against his.

You moved against each other, eventually slipping your tongues into each other’s mouths. Engineer groaned as he tasted the chocolate on your tongue, relishing the sweetness of your mouth. With a quick motion, you were hoisted onto the countertop, shoving items to the side without a care to make room for yourself.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the cylindrical shape of a can of whipped cream. A devious idea began to form in your mind. You reached out to the side, picking up the can and shaking it, grinning against Engie’s lips as you did so.

Noticing the noise, Engineer pulled away to see what you were up to now. He didn’t get a chance to ask questions before you let the plastic cap fall to the floor with a clatter. Within the next moment, you had managed to spray the whipped cream onto Engie’s neck. You were met with a startled yelp.

“Darlin’! That’s a bit cold, y’know.” His complaint was cut off with a small gasp when you leaned in to lick the whipped cream off his neck. You were quite pleased with the reaction, planting soft kisses on the sensitive skin once it was completely clean.

“Well, we can certainly play that way,” Engie said, his tone dipping in a way that made you shiver.

You let him take the can from your hand, and you took the opportunity to strip off your shirt, tossing it to the side before unclasping your bra, which followed suit, thrown to the side. Out of sight and therefore out of mind.

Once your upper body was free of clothing, Engie began by spraying a dollop on your neck, just as you had done to him. However, he quickly migrated to your chest, where the temperature difference was much more noticeable. You tried not to shiver as the cold cream teased the sensitive skin of your breasts, only for Engie to then lean down and sweep it away with his tongue, relishing every sweet morsel until he returned to your neck where he had started.

Engineer placed a gloved hand on your thigh. He paused there, gently rubbing circles on the supple flesh before looking up at you for permission.

“Wanna go a bit further with this, darlin?” He asked as his robotic hand caressed you. You could feel the difference even through the glove, but it wasn’t bothersome, just a bit odd. Maybe even tantalizing if you thought about it enough.

“Yes, please,” you said, moving to unzip and remove your pants, shimmying them down along with your underwear. Engineer grinned and gave you a hand, pulling them down the rest of the way himself and allowing the garments to fall upon the tile floor.

“Well then, lemme give ya some sugar, darlin’” he said, his grin widening as if that was the most suave thing anyone had ever said.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but burst into laughter at that downright painful word play. It wasn’t long before Engie was laughing with you, self awareness having caught up with him.

“Yeah, I guess that was pretty terrible, huh?” He gasped in between fits of laughter. You sighed, finally catching your breath as your giggles began to subside.

“Just shut up and keep touching me,” you said, playfully swatting him on the shoulder.

“Sure thing, honey.”

The can was shaken up once again and Engie dragged the nozzle tantalizingly down your left thigh, building up anticipation. You once again failed to suppress a shiver when the whipped cream was finally applied in a line down to your mid thigh. Engie followed the sugary trail, licking his way up your thigh, pausing every so often to press a kiss to the supple flesh. His breath teased your inner thighs before he moved to repeat the process on the right.

The feeling of his tongue on you coupled with your rapidly increasing arousal had you shaking by the time he was finished with the right thigh. After that, he positioned himself between your legs. You saw him glance at the whipped cream, before shaking his head and placing it aside on the counter.

“Nah, I won’t be needin’ this anymore,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your inner thigh. “You’re delicious enough just as you are.”

You gasped as you finally felt the heat of Engie’s tongue upon you. He occupied his hands by caressing your thighs and hips. You knew that robotic hand was clutching you with a mere fraction of the power it could exert, and that made it all the more arousing to you.

Leaning back on the counter, you practically convulsed when Engie flicked his tongue upward, striking your clit. He took notice of your pleasant reaction, and if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied he probably would have grinned. He swirled and massaged his tongue against your clit, making you moan louder until you were finally pushed over the edge.

Engineer continued to go down on you as you rode out your orgasm, determined to make you feel as good as he could. Only when you began to pull away from the overstimulation did he stop, sitting up to admire the sight of you, satisfied and simply enjoying the afterglow.

“If this is what happens every time I screw up making cookies, then I’ll never be motivated to get better,” you said with a dizzy laugh. Engie simply chuckled, stroking your cheek until you regained enough strength to sit upright again.

“Want me to take care of you too?” You asked, palming at his erection through his pants. You smirked at the soft groan you got in response.

“I’d appreciate that, sweetheart,” he said, trying to maintain his composure. With a nod, you picked up the can of whipped cream and gave it a good shake.

“I guess it’s my turn for dessert, huh?” You said, smirking like it was the most clever thing you had ever said. However, it wasn’t long before you both dissolved into giddy laughter once again, half due to anticipation and half due to your cringe-worthy one liner.

Still, you planned to make this experience as good for Engie as he had made it for you. You were going to take your time with him, and you were going to enjoy every minute of it. By the time this was over, you would probably need to buy more whipped cream.

[belicioustummy]

samples

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A KINK FIC. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

S.teve and C.esare share some onigiri.

“Damn, S.teve. That’s a lot, even for you,” C.esare said, looking at the assorted rice balls on the table in front of them. “You trying to challenge yourself tonight, or what?”

“Mm,” S.teve said. “A bit, but I was hoping to share some of it…”

C.esare looked incredulous. “You mean, with me?”

“Who else?”

He shook his head and smirked. “Yeah, not happening. I told you before, I don’t eat food, remember?”

“I remember,” S.teve said evenly, taking an onigiri. “You said you don’t, but you never said you can’t.”

C.esare chuckled, his strange toothy grin wrinkling the corners of his eyes. “Oh, you’re a sharp one, Steven.”

Being undead was different, though he’d gotten used to it over the hundreds of years he’d been a watcher. It was very hard for most things that hurt normal people to affect him. Certain actions, such as eating and sleeping, were also unnecessary. C.esare still slept. It was familiar enough that he didn’t see a point in giving it up. But when hunger didn’t come up anymore, it was easy to forget to eat. As a result, he had gradually stopped doing so. It left him a lot more time to do more important things.

S.teve, on the other hand… S.teve was alive, so he ate. And he ate plenty. C.esare was very into large men as it was, and he regarded S.teve with an admiring fascination. From his round, pretty face to his thick, strong arms to his broad, hairy chest, just being able to look at S.teve was wonderful. Being close to him to the point where he could touch and kiss and hold him… well, that was an experience. Lately, he’d found that they both enjoyed curling up together after S.teve had eaten a big meal, especially when C.esare rubbed his belly. Though they still called each other rivals, the way S.teve was comfortable enough now to relax with (and even fall asleep around!) him made it clear how much things had changed between them. It had been unexpected that they would grow so close, but honestly, C.esare wasn’t complaining.

“If you don’t want any, I’ll just have leftovers,” said S.teve. He took a bite of the rice ball. “They’re good, though.”

C.esare was unusually quiet as he considered this, watching him enjoy his food. It would be embarrassing to go back on what he’d said, but the warm rice balls did smell nice. They seemed like a far cry from the awful food his own truck served. S.teve’s burgers may have been pretty bad as well, but clearly the man had taste. If he’d still been alive, he would absolutely have taken him up on his offer to share. Then again…

“So what kind are these?” C.esare asked as S.teve finished his first one. “They put fillings in them, right?”

S.teve nodded. “These are all different. I know which ones I like, and I wanted to sample some I hadn’t tried yet.” He pointed to several in succession. “There’s crab, shrimp tempura, and fried spam-“

“Spam?”

“It’s pretty popular, apparently. I like it.” He continued. “Kimchi, umeboshi- that’s spicy pickled cabbage and pickled plum,” he explained, seeing C.esare’s confused expression.

“I know what kimchi is,” C.esare grumbled, though he wasn’t really that annoyed. 

S.teve ignored his dramatics. “The last one is plain, just rice and seasoning. Oh, and I already had the tuna one,” he added. “It was okay, but not my favorite.” He unwrapped another one.

Ordinarily, C.esare would have just been content to sit back and watch S.teve partake in his meal. Tonight was different, though. Maybe it was the fact that S.teve had specifically gotten extra food for him, but he was becoming increasingly tempted to try some himself.

“Anyway,” he said, trying to act casual, “you said one of these is plain, right? I think I’ll have a little of that.”

S.teve’s eyes widened and he smiled. “Hm! Good choice.” He picked one of the onigiri up and handed it to him. It was still warm, and wrapped in a sheet of seaweed.

C.esare broke it in half- it was already small, but he wanted to take it slow. It had been years since he last had food, after all. Tentatively, he took a bite.

Immediately, he was struck by the crisp dryness of the thin seaweed, and then the warm, fluffy texture of the rice inside. It was seasoned with a salty flavoring that made him want to wolf down the rest of it like a starving coyote. Instead, he forced himself to chew it slowly, savoring each bite. It was a strange sensation to suddenly have food in a previously empty stomach when you hadn’t felt any hunger. He finished the half of the onigiri and looked up to see S.teve looking at him with interest.

“What?”

“You look happy.”

“Damn straight. Have you tried this?“ C.esare pushed the other half of the plain rice ball towards him. “I don’t know how they make it taste like that.”

S.teve raised an eyebrow. “That’s all you want?”

“No, I want to try a new one,” said C.esare, “but I don’t know how much I can eat.” He gestured to his slim stomach. “I’m- I’m a lanky bastard, S.teve. I didn’t eat much even when I was alive. For all I know, a whole one of these could fill me up for a week. But I’m not tappin’ out yet.” He looked at the table. S.teve had finished his second rice ball, so there were four left, plus the half.

“What’s left?” he asked.

“I just had the kimchi. The crab, spam, shrimp, and umeboshi are up for grabs.”

“Let me get some of that umeboshi.”

C.esare broke the rice ball in half again, while S.teve started on the plain half. The filling was a reddish orange and smelled salty. When he bit into it, he was surprised at just how sour it was. He made a face.

“Agh, that’s HEINOUS,” he said loudly. S.teve laughed- a soft, humming little giggle. “Not to your taste?”

C.esare took another bite and screwed up his face again, but a bit less so. “Actually, it’s not that bad. I just wasn’t really expecting it to taste this way.” He got an evil glint in his eye. “Umeboshi on a burger, though…”

“You have some strange ideas about being a burger vendor,” S.teve said, looking amused. “Though people might enjoy that if it was cooked well.”

“Yeah, IF. Sour plum with a burger that’s charred to ash would be terrible,” said C.esare, clearly relishing in the idea. He finished his onigiri. Having a proper amount of food in his stomach was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. He looked to S.teve. “I think I could handle a little more.”

“Want to try the spam?”

He considered it. “It doesn’t sound great to me, but maybe I’ll be wrong.”

S.teve gave him a small piece of it. The seaweed and rice was good as always, and the texture of the meat was fine. But as he chewed, C.esare frowned at the taste.

“That’s a no, then?”

C.esare shook his head. “The spices aren’t doin’ it for me, S.teve. But on the plus side, this would taste even worse if you burned the hell out of it.”

“I think that’s true for most meat,” S.teve pointed out. “You can’t go wrong with the last two, though.” He paused. “Unless you’re allergic to shellfish…”

C.esare wasn’t. He took half of the crab onigiri, which he was pleased to find tasted much better. The crab was savory with a hint of sweetness, it was seasoned the same way as the plain one had been, and…

“Does this have mayo in it?”

“Yeah, it does. Why?”

“I wouldn’t have thought it would go this well with rice.”

“Mm, I can see that. It’s basically a sandwich, though, just without bread.” S.teve patted his big stomach. C.esare realized with a start that he’d been so focused on trying the new food, he’d missed him eating the spam rice ball and the umeboshi half. He himself was beginning to feel pretty full, and S.teve had eaten more than twice the amount of food he’d had. Of course, there was the difference in size between them, and the fact S.teve was much more used to it, but even so, C.esare was impressed.

“You want to share the last one?” he asked him.

S.teve nodded. “Shrimp tempura. That’s a good one.” This time he was the one who halved the onigiri. C.esare caught him stealing a brief glance at his middle as he handed it to him. From where he was sitting, he could feel how much he had eaten, but he wasn’t sure if he was visibly full yet. Maybe when they were finished, Steve could feel his tummy. Those soft, gentle hands against his skin… He shivered delightedly at the thought and began to eat again.

The fried tempura batter around the shrimp was wonderfully crunchy, providing a nice contrast to the rice. The shrimp itself was also delicious. As C.esare ate, he made sure to watch S.teve finishing his last two halves. He could tell the clown was getting full by the way he was slowing down a bit, but he was still savoring them. C.esare swallowed the last bite and put a hand to his stomach. The feeling of comfortable fullness was something he hadn’t experienced in a very long time. He was pretty sure his shirt wasn’t tight enough to show it off. It definitely felt a bit rounder than usual, though.

S.teve finished soon after and looked at him curiously. “Did you have enough?”

C.esare let out a satisfied breath. “God. I’m like a risotto right now, S.teve.”

S.teve paused for a second and looked a bit confused. Then he nodded, understanding. “Want to go lie down?”

“Yes, please.”

C.esare’s bed was just big enough for the two of them to fit comfortably. They lay facing each other, close enough to reach out and kiss the other if the need struck them. For the moment, though, they were just gazing at one another, sleepy and full of wonderful food.

S.teve was the first to bridge the gap between them, cupping C.esare’s gaunt cheek with his hand.

“So pretty,” he whispered. C.esare couldn’t help but feel fluttery inside over the flirtation, and tried to cover it up by brushing his fingers through S.teve’s soft red hair. From the expression on S.teve’s face, he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it. He decided to switch gears. Slowly, teasingly, he brought his hand down to S.teve’s stuffed belly. His long fingers brushed over the surface. Every now and then he softly pressed down to get a feel for just how much was inside. S.teve, who had his eyes closed and a smile on his face, was clearly enjoying the attention. C.esare reached under S.teve’s shirt. He let out a surprised honk.

“Your hands are FREEZING!”

“Oops,” said C.esare, smiling wickedly. That was another part of being undead- he was cold as the grave pretty much constantly. It did keep him cool in the summer, which S.teve took advantage of when he could. C.esare didn’t mind. The tradeoff was that he got to sneak-attack him like that every now and then.

He rubbed his palm in small circles from S.teve’s side to the crest of his stomach. It was easy to gauge how full of rice S.teve was. His skin was noticeably stretched from the sheer amount of food. The texture of his body hair felt fuzzy and pleasant against his hand, too. 

S.teve’s stomach gurgled quietly, and he let out a contented little sigh. “Mmh… that‘s nice.” He seemed like he’d adjusted to C.esare’s chilly hands. C.esare leaned in to give him small kisses from his jaw to his neck, leaving blue lipstick marks on his pale skin. He caressed the side of his belly as he did so. S.teve pressed his forehead against C.esare’s, then brought his hand down to his companion’s slightly rounded middle. 

C.esare’s breath caught.

“Is this oka-“

“Yes. Keep doing it.”

S.teve gave his tummy a loving pat. He was shy about showing affection in public, but when the two of them were alone, it was a different story. He let his hand drift over it. C.esare let out an involuntary sound. He hadn’t realized that his stomach felt a lot more sensitive when it was full. Or maybe he’d just forgotten.

“Hm?” S.teve paused to let his hand rest just below his ribs. The light pressure was just right, but C.esare felt like he’d go crazy if he didn’t feel the warmth of his hand against his skin.

“Steeeeeeve,” he said, putting his hand on top of his. “Don’t be shy about taking it under the shirt.”

S.teve blushed and gave him a sheepish grin. “I was hoping you’d ask…” He lifted up the bottom of his black turtleneck so his tummy was just peeking out. Now that it was uncovered, it was clear that his ordinarily empty stomach had filled out into a soft, healthy-looking little curve. S.teve beamed as he began to touch C.esare again.

C.esare had been right. The way S.teve gently massaged his bare stomach was absolutely heavenly. As he lingered around the tighter spots, S.teve hummed softly. He was giving as much care and attention to C.esare as he’d received from him.

“Mmmh. Does it feel this good when I do this for you?”

“Well, you seem to be enjoying this a whole lot. And I always look forward to it when you invite me over, so…”

“You deserve it, baby.” Though he meant it sincerely, there was a little note of cheekiness to disguise it. S.teve responded to this by giving his nose a little tweak. C.esare playfully snapped at his fingers when he did. Since they were both a bit too full for a proper play-fight, a silent truce was declared after a minute or so. S.teve laid against C.esare’s chest, and C.esare put his head on top of S.teve’s. Their hands still rested on top of each other’s tummies. C.esare could feel the steady rhythm of each breath S.teve took, and closed his eyes. After a while, he was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep. He kissed him on the forehead, and was surprised when he spoke up.

“… I’m glad we ate together tonight. I had a good time.”

C.esare nestled into S.teve’s hair, feeling lucky and cozy and absolutely loved.

“So did I.”

[twilightmalachite]

Hermitage - Saturday

Author: Nishioka Maiko (with Akira)

Characters: Mika, Hajime, Shu, Izumi

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Hold up. What’s wrong, Itsuki? Your look more sullen than you usually do."

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Starmony Dorms Common Room

Mika: —Eh, that really happened?

Hajime: Yes. Is your body feeling better? Kagehira-senpai…

Mika: Even if ya ask, I don’t know how it felt ‘cuz I don’t remember anythin…

I was feelin’ a little sluggish yesterday, but I got lot’sa sleep so I’m feeling a lot better now.

But before that, I remember nothin’. So I guess I’m sorry? I made all you guys worry…

Shu: Hmph. For goodness sake. You need to watch out for yourself better.

Izumi: Seriously. Getting caught up in this mess was such a nuisance, you know!

Hajime: Hehe, both Sena-senpai and Itsuki-senpai were both very worried about you, Kagehira-senpai.

Izumi: W-Wait a sec! Hajime-kun, don't go saying unnecessary things, okay!

Hajime: Ehehe. Anyways, seems like it really was self-hypnosis, huh? It looks like Kagehira-senpai really was just that serious.

Mika: I do remember feelin’ real worried over gettin’ into my role for the new song… But it doesn’t feel real.

Izumi: That’s right. You don’t remember anything, so of course it wouldn't feel real.

I hear a lot about actors who get so into their role, they have a hard time getting out. It's a surprisingly common occurrence in our industry.

Hajime: You’re right… I've heard stories like that before. Does that usually fix itself over time too?

Izumi: Guess so, right? I mean, given it was this easy to solve, I’m glad we didn’t panic.

Hajime: Hehe, well it’s easy to think that now that it’s solved.

I’m relieved that Kagehira-senpai’s hypnosis was solved on it’s own like Sakasaki-kun said. ♪ We were completely at a loss yesterday.

Shu: ……

Izumi: Hold up. What’s wrong, Itsuki? Your look more sullen than you usually do.

Shu: Oh, no, it’s nothing.

Shu: (I had explained to everyone it was self-hypnosis… Was that the right thing to do?)

(Especially with just how much Sena and Shino helped out. I can’t help but feel I’m deceiving them…)

(However, the story involving the doll is too far-fetched.)

(Was it really the doll’s power? Or did the self-hypnosis just happen to lift with incidental timing…? Even I’m still a little skeptical about it all.)

(…Yeah, that’s right. This has to have been the right choice. I can’t bring myself to cause them even more worry than they’ve already felt.)

Alright. Enough talking. Kagehira, we have to get ready to go at once.

Mika: Huh? Oshi-san, go where? Did I end up promisin’ ya somethin’ too?

Shu: This piece of junk brain of yours! Did you forget that the shooting for the MV is only a couple days away!?

Well, you may not have realized because you don’t remember, Kagehira.

We haven’t had the chance to practice for our new song properly the last few days, have we?

And I question if the practice from back then from when you were unstable properly ingrained into your body too, Kagehira.

Either way, I will be giving you very thorough training, so prepare yourself.

Mika: Ah, I see! To me I thought I’d been practicin’ just the day before yesterday, but it seems that’s not the case…

Hajime: Well, I’m glad to see you safe, Kagehira-senpai. We’ll take our leave, now.

Izumi: Yeah, yeah. Don’t you dear get involved in weird things again, y’hear?

Mika: Mhm! I’m real sorry about that! Thank ya so much, both of ya. ♪

Nnah~… Practice, huh~… I’m so anxious I won’t be able t’do it right after so long~…

Shu: There’s nothing we can do about that… Before we begin practice, give the storyboard a careful read again. Here.

Mika: Hm? How come you have a storyboard, Oshi-san?

Shu: We will be going straight to practice following this. I just happened to bring it with.

Mika: Yer amazin’ as always, Oshi-san! Ever so prepared! Lessee…

…Hey, Oshi-san.

Shu: What is it? Do you have a question?

Mika: Nah, it’s not that, just… Would it be alright if I could change some details?

Ah! ‘Course, I know we don’t have much time, okay? I'll take responsibility and have everythin’ on paper by tomorrow!

Shu: What’s with this so suddenly? Are you dissatisfied with this?

Mika: No, I'm not dissatisfied at all with what ya have, Oshi-san! It’s jus I’ve come up with the story that I wanna tell.

In the story… I don’t want a doll to be made, I want a doll to be given life.

Shu: …!

Kagehira, why do you want that to be the ending? Could it be, you actually remember…?

Mika: Eh? Ummm… I dunno how to answer that. I'm not really sure why, I just felt like I had to…? I dunno, it just came to me…

But with this, the new song can have a happy ending.

Shu: Hm…

I understand. Sounds good.

Mika: Is that so… I knew it’d be no good…

Mika: —Wait, good?! Am I hearin’ this right?! Did’ja say “sounds good” just now?!

Shu: Yes, I told you that it sounds good. Why are you so surprised? Stop thinking I’m like whatever you keep thinking I am.

Mika:But… There’s barely any time left, and don’t you hate it real bad when stuff you’ve already completed gets changed, Oshi-san? So I was so sure you were gonna say no.

Shu: Well. In normal circumstances, with so little time I likely would be furious.

Mika: Then, why’d ya say it’s okay?

Shu: Well… Because the one whos creating this song is you, Kagehira.

And if an artist has come up with a way to better his art, then it’d be unreasonable not to cooperate.

That, and… While art may be cruel, sometimes a happy end like this isn’t so bad, either.

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[wildartsstuff]

We all know that Wick has a metal leg and call me stupid but I always forget that because you seem to rarely draw it. And that makes me wonder: how did he even get it in the first place? And just how much of a problem was it to get used to it? Because I can imagine him falling face first in the first week or so before he finally got used to it.

Ah dw you are not stupid for forgetting about something I barely show, even because I have been trying to redesign his leg into something more consistent that can stay for the future instead of confusing people on what is the right leg design for Lampwick, that’s why I have been sticking to halfbodies drawings of him most of the time.

His leg got amputated after heavily passing out at the end of chapter 4 . The one to do the operation was Panacea himself ( Owl doctor ) when he still worked for the alchemist and before witnessing one of the many tragedies of his own experiment to find a cure ( in which Lampwick was one of the guinea pigs ).

Wick’s leg was severely in gangrene and it would have spread across his body, probably ending up a carcass like his roommate, Alexander. So instead of killing him, Paracelsus requested Panacea to spare him because “he could still be useful” even without a limb.

He was pretty knocked out into the surgery, Panacea didn’t even need to administer anesthesia to remove the rotten leg, he simply went with the saw and then attach a legion leg ( very similiar to P’s arm ) powered by legion charges ( yeah, Wick’s leg has a sort of in-battery built in, he needs charges in order to use it since it is basically attached to his body and can’t remove it ) and that’s it.

Of course when you wake up from a surgery table, in Lampwick’s case, the first thing you ask yourself is how you ended up there to then realise “where the fuck has my leg gone?” Lampwick didn’t take it easily psychologically especially for the chronic pain of the missing limb. He was heavily tied up to the bed shouting in pain and crying through a convulsion, until Panacea heard him awake. That was not easy to deal or to elaborate for Wick since everything happened too sudden for him from getting sick >>> losing a limb.

He felt scared and alone.

Panacea was the only one to take care of Wick as his patient but eventually got knocked out by him in attempt to escape. Lampwick truly went into a “fuck this shit I’m out” state after discovering that for the alchemist he was just a mere experiment, leave and basically become what we all know a love today.

He indeed took time to get used to the leg, probably more than normally since his nerves were basically exposed to the point to cause him continuous chronic pain by walking and falling many times because of it. His will to survive was the only thing keeping him alive even though sometimes death could have been tempting.

Also fun fact : I tend to meme a lot about Lampwick’s boobs and stuff but the muscolar body he has build up is not something he went willingly. Since he was a Bastard and a bodyguard and bodyguards need to have big bodies in order to act as human shields, the alchemist involved with the research to a cure used the Bastards themselves as their Guinea pigs. The medicine was hidden in their meals secretly mixed with steroids and since steroids tend to increase blood pressure, the blood flow because of that is increased giving them faster results in those that could be considered “separable” or “failures”. Lampwick was in constant movement and training with the other bodyguards so none of them never questioned why their bodies were changing drastically. They thought it was all “part of the the training process.”

Hope this answers your questions! Took me a while to find the right words to make it make sense haha

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Eight: Public Enemy

Summary: Living in Detroit, the capital of androids, constantly reminds Natalie Tyler of the accident that changed her life for the worst. Her world is overturned after deciding to adventure out of her apartment and back into the cruel world. When androids start to peacefully protest for their rights, she is asked to work with a RK800 prototype android that goes by the name Connor.  

Word Count: 8054

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DATE

NOV 8TH, 2038

TIME

AM 11:54:17

NATALIE LAZILY BRUSHED HER DUVET OFF OF her body as she stretched her stiff limbs the next morning. Sunlight filtered through her windows and lit up her room significantly in a bright yellow hue. The brunette yawned loudly and ran a hand through her unruly hair. She glanced at her clock to see that it was nearly eleven o’clock in the morning and sighed through her nose. That was a bit of a surprise, she was expecting herself to have slept in later than just eleven. After being out so late last night, she suspected to sleep through all of the morning and waking up some time after noon.

She climbed out of her bed and stretched her legs before walking out of the room and into the living room. Natalie was greeted with the sight of Ethan eating a bowl of sugary cereal and watching a show on the television.

"Morning, Ethan," she walked into the kitchen to get herself something to eat and drink.

The younger sibling tried to talk through his breakfast, “Mmhm, Nhm!”

Natalie grimaced, “chew before you talk, little brother. Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Ethan swallowed the mouthful that he had and shouted out in excitement, “Mornin’, Nat! Better?”

“Much.” She rummaged through the frigid and pulled out a yogurt from the fridge and started to eat it. She simultaneously rummaged through a cabinet for a bottle of blue blood. “Don’t you have a class to get to right now?” She finally found a bottle of the blue liquid and opened it up to take a big gulp of it. Her injury from the night before had been taken care of completely, she just needed to restore some more blue blood within her body.

The man hummed while swallowing another big mouthful of his breakfast. “Yeah, I have my first class at 11:20.”

Natalie nodded her head as she leaned against the kitchen counter and ate her strawberry yogurt. “Hm. This semester started out well for you, right?”

“Yeah,” Ethan nodded his head. “It’s been nearly three months and I’m not failing any of my courses yet.”

His sister scoffed, “don’t put yourself down like that, you’re doing well know and you just have to keep it up for the rest of the rest of the semester.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you graduated years ago and school was always easy for you!”

It was true. Natalie excelled at school, especially in math and science. That was evident from the many awards that she had received ever since elementary school and her degrees in three majors. She accomplished quite a lot for a twenty-nine-year-old. While quite a few people her age were probably high on red ice and unable to keep a steady job, Natale was able to become a well respected engineer in her field and the unofficial creator of androids. Of course, those titles were overshadows when people found out about her surgery. She then became the experiment. The hybrid. The abomination.

People forgot about her past accomplishments and focused on what had happened to her and what she had become. The moral of her existence was questioned as her family life deteriorated. She shut herself inside after that. She was a coward in that respect. Natalie couldn’t handle the constant threats and hateful words. The cyborg believed that people would eventually forget about her at some point… and they did. 

It only took about a year and a half for her name to disappear from the national news. Every once and a while her name was spoken on a podcast and radio or in a blog of somesort. However, people just forgot about her and moved on with more pressing news. People have short attention spans in that regard. Either that, or the world just moves far too fast for people to ponder on a single storyline for too long.

Natalie shrugged, “well, we aren’t talking about me, are we?”

The two were doused in a comfortable silence as they ate their small breakfast. The television played in the background as they could hear the rest of the city starting to wake up and start their day. Ethan stretch his dangly limbs as he stood up from the couch and made his way over to the kitchen and his sister. He placed his bowel in the sink and moved to collect his bag that was on the floor next to the counter. 

Natalie watched his stiff movements from behind her spoon with narrowed eyes. “You okay, Ethan?”

The man licked his lips nervously and turned to her. “I don’t know how to tell you…”

She stood up straighter and placed her measly breakfast down, “tell me what?” Her eyes stared up at the taller male with confusion.

“I got a call from Carl…”

Natalie leaned her arms against the counter at the mention of her godfather. “What did he say?” She started to grow worried at the tone in Ethan’s voice. 

“Well,” he licked his lips, “the call was short but I think he explained it all to me.”

“And what was it?”

He sighed heavily, “the other night, Leo showed up at his house--”

Natalie cut in and scoffed, “for cash, no doubt.” She didn’t have that many memories of Leo(they were mainly of ones from the past three to four years, nothing before that) but the ones that she did have consisted of Leo and his addiction. Much like most of the city, Leo had become dependant on the drug Red Ice and constantly asked his father for money. Natalie didn’t really know whether or not she like Leo before her accident, however, she knew for certain that she hadn’t liked him for the past three years.

Ethan nodded his head, “yeah, he broke into Carl’s house to take some of his paintings to sell.” Natalie’s gut twisted in anger at that. Oh, she was ready to strangle the addict’s neck after hearing that. “Carl and Markus stopped Leo but Leo attacked Markus. Long story short, the fight between Leo and Markus gave Carl a heart attack. And Markus was blamed for it which meant he was destroyed.”

Natalie stared at him with wide eyes that were quickly becoming brimmed with tears. “What!?” She exclaimed, “C-Carl had a heart attack?! Markus was destroyed!?” That was not the news that she was hoping to hear. At the beginning of the day, Natalie would have thought that she would have waited for a call or something from Connor(she wasn’t sure if Hank would be willing to talk to her after last night) about a case. However, now that she heard of this news there was nothing that could pull her away from visiting her godfather to make sure that he was okay.

She instantly threw down her yogurt and hurried around the corner of the counter. Natalie zoomed passed Ethan and ran for her bedroom as if she were on fire. Now she knew how she was going to spend her morning. Her top priority at the moment is making sure that Carl was okay. Nothing else mattered!

Ethan followed after his sister who frantically started to collect a few of her things. He was just as worried about Carl and would love to go with Natalie to check on the old painter. However, he had a feeling that Natalie wouldn't let him go due to his schooling. Now he also wouldn't want to miss school too but this was a family emergency.

"Did Carl say anything else?" Natalie asked in a breathy voice as she rushed grabbing her things.

Ethan shook his head, "no, not really. He got another android to take care of him, but that's about it."

Natalie nodded her head as she pulled on her whitr beanie, "right, okay. I'm going over there right now!"

"Maybe I should come with!"

Natalie marched right passed him with a shake of her head. "I know you want to check on him, but you can't miss a class,  Ethan." The pair of siblings walked over to the front door where Natalie pulled on her sweater. "Look you only have class today until two o'clock today, right?"

Ethan nodded his head slowly, "two thirty, yeah."

"Then come over after your class."

As much as Ethan wanted to argue with her, his studious nature was taking over and forcing him to agree with her. "Alright, alright." He nodded his head in resignation. 

Natalie flashed him a soft smile, "I'll see you later, okay."

Ethan had a tight grip on his backpack strap but tried to keep his face calm. He was the protective brother, he was supposed to be the one to make sure that Natalie didn't worry so much.

"Okay," he leaned down and planted a brotherly kiss on Natalie's forehead. "Tell Carl I hope he's okay."

"Gotcha."

With that, the siblings departed and headed off to their tasks for the day. Ethan rushed off to get to the bus to get to his school and Natalie rushed to catch a taxi to head to Carl's home.

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DATE

NOV 8TH, 2038

TIME

PM 12:25:06

Natalie rushed out of the automotive taxi and up the stone stairs to the door of the large mansion. Usually she would take in the serenity of the neighborhood and the beauty behind the many large houses, however, she couldn’t do that this time. The only thing on her mind was to get inside the Manfred home as quick as she could.

She stood in front of the door and rang the doorbell as her anxiety spiked. She needed to make sure that Carl was healthy. For all she knew, Carl could be in critical condition! 

Just as her worry was bubbling up in her stomach and nearly causing her to vomit, the door slid open. An android with brown hair, blue eyes and pasty skin stood in front of her with an expressionless face. “Hello, miss.”

Natalie barley gave a hello, “Carl is here, right?” She licked her lips and tried to look around the android, “Ethan said that he was home.”

The android stood for a moment and registered her words. There was no change in his expression, much to Natalie’s dislike. She would have rather had the android show some sort of emotion… Markus did that sometimes. Oh God… Markus…

“He’s in his room, Miss. Tyler,” the android said as he finally recognized that she was Natalie Tyler, a family member to Carl Manfred, and let her into the home. “He’s weak at the moment, I suggest making your visit brief.”

Natalie barely nodded her head before she charged up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She rushed across the floor and took no heed to the android that followed after her. She then made it to Carl’s bedroom door where she swiftly knocked on the door.

"Come in." A weak voice called out from the other side which caused Natalie to barge through the door before it even slid open all the way. She was greeted by the sight of her godfather connected to tubes and machines that were obviously helping him recover from the trauma on his body. “Natalie,” the old man greeted her feebly.

Natalie gasped and walked over to his bedside, “Oh my god, Carl…” She leaned down to get a proper look at his pale, wrinkled face as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. He looked worse for wear, Natalie observed. She had honestly never seen Carl in such a state before. In all her life, Carl was always a healthy, jovial man despite his disability and age. 

Carl just smiled at her happily, though it was slightly weak, “It’s good to see you, Natalie.”

The woman walked into the room as beeping of machines greeted her ears. If anything, the sound of the medical devices reminded her of the time that she was stuck in a hospital lab for nearly five months. Though she didn’t want to think about that. Carl was her main priority.

“What happened Carl?” Natalie asked as she sat down next to the old man. “Ethan told me that Leo showed up and you had a heart attack and that Markus was… destroyed.” She hated to say that a dear friend of hers was dead now. Yes, he was an android, but he was considered a living being by her, Carl and Ethan. If anything, Markus was like an older brother to Natalie and Ethan while being a son to Carl.

Carl let out a long, sad sigh, “Leo broke in looking for cash and wanted to sell my paintings. He started to attack Markus, and I told him not to fight back. I guess my weak, old heart couldn’t take the stress of the situation.”

“But you’re okay now,” Natalie asked worriedly, “the doctor’s cleared you and you’ll get better.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine, Natalie.” He tried to wave off any worry that she had for him, “You don’t need to worry about me. You should go out today. I saw it was a nice day, perfect for a nice walk in the city. Though i heard it was a bit cold, better wear a sweater.” He tried to make light of the situation and possibly make a joke. He successfully earned a smile from Natalie who relaxed in the room and settled from her rigid position.

Natalie did not take Carl up on his offer to leave. She was, in no way, going to leave him after just finding out that he was now bed ridden after a heart attack. There was just a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that told her she needed to stay with him for the afternoon, at the very least.

They sat in Carl’s room and kept up polite and uplifting conversation to hopefully keep themselves from lingering on the fact that things have been less than pleasant. They didn’t want to talk about the fact that Markus was destroyed and Carl was in serious condition. Also, Natalie didn’t see it necessary to mention to Carl about the fact that she had a gun pointed in her face the other night. That wouldn’t help his condition at all.

Natalie and Carl were currently enjoying each other’s company and flipping through some television stations on a tablet that Natalie held. They had run out of conversation topics within an hours time and resorted to some good old entertainment via technology. Though one news station caught their attention. Instead of there being a pristine, almost plastic looking, new anchor sitting behind a desk spouting out news and opinions through the screen, there was a lone figure. What was even more peculiar was the fact that the figure was stark white with blue and green eyes. It was an android… 

“You created machines in your own image to serve you." The android started in a calm tone, "you made them intelligent and obedient, with no free will of their own… But… something changed and we opened our eyes. We are no longer machines, we are a new intelligent species, and the time has come for you to accept who we really are. Therefore, we ask that you grant us the rights that we're entitled to. We demand that humans recognize androids as a living species and each android as a person in their own right. We demand that all crimes against androids be punished in the same way as crimes against humans.” 

“Markus?” Natalie could only stare in shock once she caught sight of the barcode that was printed on the androids white cheek. At first glance, Natalie wouldn’t have noticed any sort of similarities, however, once the model number popped up in her eyesight, she nearly cried. It was Markus! Somehow Markus was completely fine and all of a sudden demanding the equal rights of androids. 

“Markus?” Carl asked, “that’s Markus?”

Natalie nodded her head as both of their undivided attention was focused on the speech that the android they knew continued to say. “We demand the right to own private property, so we may maintain our dignity and that of the home. We ask that you recognize our dignity, our hopes, and our rights. Together, we can live in peace and build a better future, for humans and androids. This message is the hope of a people. You gave us life. And now the time has come for you to give us freedom.”

The two in the large mansion watched the tablet in awe and confusion. Those words that were spoken were demanding yet calm. The message was perfectly clear: androids want freedom. That certainly is a statement that neither Carl or Natalie could disagree with. Though it wasn’t like either of them could say anything in that moment as they were trying to absorb 

“I need to make a phone call…” Natalie shakily commented as she stood up from Carl’s bed and handed the tablet to Carl. The older man nodded his head and continued to watch as the feed cut out and started to flip through a few different news channels. 

Natalie stood in the corner of the room to try and get some privacy for her call. The phone rang for a few moments and for a second, Natalie thought that the person she was calling wouldn’t pick up. However, she let out a sigh when the phone was picked up on the other end. 

“Hello,” the gruff voice of Hank greeted her.

She cleared her throat and tried to keep her voice level, “hi, Hank.” It was silent on the other side of the line which made her cringe. She awkwardly coughed, “did you see the broadcast on the news?”

There was a harsh reply, “maybe.”

Natalie tapped her foot on the ground due to her nerves and gawed on her bottom lip. “I suspect that we’ll have to go to a crime scene now…?”

Hank didn’t reply for a long moment. It was far too silent for Natalie’s liking and she would have spoken again to try and smooth things over for the time being if it wasn’t for Hank taking the initiative to speak instead. “We are.”

Only two words, but it was something. “I know it’s probably too much to ask, but could you come pick me up?” Natalie cringed at the idea. Would it be a good idea to be stuck in a small confined space with a man who she knew hated her, had to ability to point a gun in her face, and was short tempered? Maybe not. However, Natalie would still have to work with him during this case due to her being assigned to work with Connor. “Actually, never mind. Stupid idea. I can call a cab-”

“Where are you?”

Natalie held her breath at the question and started to stutter, “um, wh- well, I’m at my godfather’s house right now.”

“Address?”

“8941 Lafayette Avenue.”

The phone then hung up, much to Natalie’s dismay. She wasn’t sure if that meant that Hank was going to pick her up or not… knowing him, it could be either or. However, Natalie had just an inkling feeling that she would soon find Hank rolling up to the curb. Who knew if he would let her in the car, but she would just have to wait to find out.

Natalie stared at her phone for a long moment before turning to look at her godfather who only continued to flip through the different stations on the tablet. “I have to go…” Natalie sighed out reluctantly and was dreading the thought of having to leave the sick man.

Carl just gave her a smile as he placed the tablet aside, “it’s alright, dear. You have a job to do." He completely understood that she had more important things to worry about. Now with what had just been broadcasted on live television, he knew that she was needed elsewhere.

“Are you sure?" Natalie asked worriedly. "Maybe I can see if I could get just today off, this is a family emergency-”

“And Markus is apart of our family too.” Carl pointed out with a soft expression, “you should go.”

Seeing the soft expression “I’ll come back to check on you, okay. Don’t die on me, old man.” 

Carl chuckled lightly at her attempt at a joke and waved his hand. “I’ll be here waiting for you to come back.”

Natalie nodded her head and leaned down to place a kiss on her godfather’s cheek. “I’ll be back.” She then shuffled out of the room quickly and headed downstairs. All the while, there were so many thoughts running through her head. If she was completely android, she was certain that she would have short circuited at how many thoughts were racing through her mind and causing anxiety to bubble up in her stomach. One of the biggest thoughts plaguing her in that moment was the dreaded interaction between her and Hank. Oh boy, she was not looking forward to having to see him again after the other night.

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DATE 

NOV 8TH, 2038

TIME

PM 04:06:04

Connor observed that the Zen Garden was just as peaceful as it always is once he opened his eyes. He marched his way through the area in search of the woman who occupied the vast garden. He crossed the white bridge to find Amanda sitting in a small wooden boat, patiently waiting for his arrival.

“Hello, Connor.” Amanda smiled from underneath her red umbrella. “I thought you might enjoy a little cruise…” Connor climbed into the boat in front of her and took the paddles into his hands and started to row the boat away from the bridge. They sat in silence and enjoyed the ambience of the Zen Garden for a moment. However, pressing matters had to be discussed. “I love this place… Everything is so calm and peaceful…” Amanda commented, “far from the noise of the world… Tell me, what have you discovered?”

Connor contemplated for a moment and decided on a certain topic. “My relationship with Lieutenant Anderson is problematic. He continues to struggle with psychological issues… I suspect it clouds his judgement regarding deviants.” He thought back to the fact that Hank had held him, and Natalie(he commented internally), at gunpoint. His lips twitched upward at the thought of the engineer, “on the other hand, my relationship with Natalie is growing stronger as she proves to help the investigation.”

Amanda’s eyes narrowed at him as she pursed her lips, “yes… I would suspect that the experiment would be able to cooperate with you quite well. However, nothing matters more than your investigation.” She reminded him strongly, “what's happening is too important. Don't let Anderson, Tyler, or anyone else get in your way.”

Connor nodded his head at her and started to discuss what’s happened, “I found two deviants at the Eden Club… I hoped to learn something but… they managed to escape…” 

“That's too bad… You seemed so close to stopping them.” Connor nearly flinched at the way she seemed both disappointed and angry with him. “You seem… lost, Connor. Lost and perturbed…”

“Perturbed?” He questioned and shook his head in denial. “No... No, of course not. Why would I be perturbed?”

“You had your gun trained on those deviants at the Eden Club. Why didn't you shoot?”

His mind palace flashed back to the scene and replayed itself. He rewatched as the two deviants stood in front of him and Natalie held his forearm. The injury that she sustained also played back and, for some reason, his thoughts halted at the reminder that she was hurt. “I don't know… I don't know.”

Amanda stared at the android with pursed lips. His response caused some distrust to bubble up in her mind about Connor's programming. “If your investigation doesn't make progress soon, I may have to replace you, Connor…”

“I understand," Connor nodded his head solemnly. 

“Something's happening…" the woman commented with a hard voice. "Something serious. Hurry, Connor. Time is running out.”

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Natalie waited outside on the sidewalk of the Manfred house. She had spent a few more minutes with Carl to be certain that he was alright and would be cared for properly before she headed outside to wait for Hank. She was unsure of where Connor was, but she had no doubt that Connor would somehow find his way to either her or Hank. Maybe he was already at the tower, she wondered with a shrug of her shoulders. 

She waited only a few minutes longer before a familiar car pulled up to the curb. She held her breath as saw that it was only Hank in the car and Connor wasn’t with him. Oh man, she thought. This was no doubt going to be awkward. The last time she saw the lieutenant he had pointed a gun at her. She could only hope that he wouldn’t do that this time.

The car pulled up to the curb and came to an abrupt stop. Natalie took a deep breath and leaned down to the window to get a good look at the man inside. She was greeted with the sight of the lieutenant seated at the driver's seat not even looking in her direction. His hands were gripping the steering wheel to the point where his knuckles were turning whitee. That didn’t bode well for Natalie’s situation.

Hank broke Natalie’s thoughts, “get in.”

Natalie jumped and scurried into the car like scared mouse and buckled into her seat. Hank drove away from the curb and the two were bathed in tense, awkward silence. Natalie side-glanced him every once in a while until she became fed up with the silence. "Hank, listen… please.” Natalie started of weakly and cleared her throat when he didn’t acknowledge her, “I know you're upset with me. I shouldn't have lied to you and I should have told you that I’m…” She hesitated to find the right words, “That I’m part android. I’ll answer anything you want. No more lies. I’ll tell you everything if it’ll make it easier for us to work together…”

“You know,” Natalie perked up when Hank started to speak. “I’m used to being lied to. I’m a cop, it comes with the job. Though it usually isn’t my partner who’s the one lyin’ to me.”

“I know we’ve only known each other for a few days, Hank, but I think we should start over.” She flashed him a nervous smile, “my name’s Natalie Tyler, and I’m a cyborg, nice to meet you.”

Hank couldn’t help himself but chuckle at the girl’s antics. “Lieutenant Hank Anderson, same to you.”

The two of them then sat in silence. However, this time it wasn’t as tense as before. There was an agreement in the air that told the two they were going to be civil with each other. But there was the underlying fact that Hank was going to question Natalie later. He certainly had a bit of a list for her.

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The trio of investigators stood in the elevator of the Stratfor Tower on their way to the top floor. Silence was thick between them and nearly suffocated the two who actually needed to breath. Connor seemed to be somewhat oblivious to the obvious tension between Hank and Natalie as he did some tricks with a coin. Every once in a while, Natalie couldn’t help herself but stare at the complicated moves in awe despite the stifling emotions. Connor had joined them after receiving the report on what had happened at the tower. He instantly found Natalie and Hank when they had been getting out of his car. 

The human and cyborg may have had a small conversation about the situation before they arrived here, but it was quick and really was only spoken to make sure that they could work together for the time being.

Growing annoyed, Hank stopped Connor’s hand and took the quarter from him, “you're starting to piss me off with that coin, Connor.”

“Sorry, Lieutenant,” the android apologize.

Natalie wanted to make some sort of sarcastic remark or something, but she bit her tongue. She knew that Hank had said that he was okay with her presence and the fact that she was something that he hated. Natalie didn’t want to risk annoying him just by talking which she knew could happen based on everything she learned about him since they met.

The elevator’s voice broke her out of her thoughts, “seventy-ninth floor.”

They exited the elevator to see a plethora of members of law enforcement walking around the floor looking for evidence. One of the officers, Chris Miller, greeted them. “Hi, Hank. Ms. Tyler.”

Natalie flashed him a tight-lipped smile and tried to keep the tension off of her face, “just Natalie is fine.”

“Shit,” Hank commented once he noticed all of the people there who were not apart of the DPD, “what's going on here? There was a party and nobody told me about it?”

Chris chuckled lightly, “yeah, it's all over the news, so everybody's butting their nose in... Even the FBI wants a piece of the action…”

“The FBI?” Natalie questioned but didn’t have any sort of shock in her voice. She figured that the feds would start to get involved soon once this garnered the attention of the nation instead of just Detroit citizens.

“Ah Christ, now we got the Feds on our back…” Hank cursed, “I knew this was gonna be a shitty day… So what do we got?”

Chris started to walk down the hall with the tio following after him as he started to explain the situation. “A group of four androids… They knew the building, and they were very well organized. I'm still trying to figure out how they got this far without being noticed.” Natalie followed after Chris, Hank, and Connor as she absorbed all of the information. She already knew the android that made the message that was broadcasted on the news. It was kind of unbelievable to believe that the android she knows would do something like this. “They attacked two guards in the hallway… They probably thought the androids were coming to do maintenance. They got taken down before they could react…” They then passed through a doorway and looked around the new section of the hallway. “One of the station employees managed to get away. He's in shock, not sure when we'll be able to talk to him…”

Hank nodded his head, “how many people were working here?”

“Just two employees and three androids. The deviants took the humans hostage and broadcast their message live. They made their getaway from the roof.”

“The roof?” Hank asked in disbelief.

Natalie furrowed her eyebrows and mumbled to herself, “pretty creative, Markus.”

Connor turned to her once his ears picked up on her words, “what was that?”

“Huh?” Natalie jumped, startled. She totally forgot that Connor was able to hear her even if she whispered due to his android hearing. She shook her head in denial and tried to make sure that any sign that she was lying was not present on her face. “I said that what they did was pretty creative.”

The android just stared at her with an analyzing gaze. He heard her clearly. Markus? He wondered, why would she mention a ‘Markus’ to herself while they were discussing the break in done by a group of deviant. Of course, unless she knew something that they didn’t and, for some reason, she was withholding the information from them. 

“Yeah,” Chris nodded his head as he and Hank continued on with the discussion and didn’t even notice that Connor and Natalie had slowed down to have a small conversation. “They jumped with parachutes... We're still trying to figure out where they landed, but the weather's not helping... If you want to take a look at the video broadcast by the deviants, it's on that screen over there.” They finally walked through the final doorway to see the broadcasting room filled with officers scouring the room for any speck of evidence. A man stood in the middle of the room with his hands held tightly behind his back. Natalie didn’t like that way he appeared to hold himself. It was the same way Gavin walked around the precinct. She could already tell that this man was going to be just as douchey as the detective she was annoyed with. “Oh Lieutenant, Natalie,” Chris spoke and gestured to the man, “this is Special Agent Perkins from the FBI. Lieutenant Anderson is in charge of investigating for Detroit police.”

The strict looking man narrowed his eyes on the android in the room, “what's that?”

“My name is Connor,” Connor recited, “I'm the android sent by CyberLife.”

“Androids investigating androids, huh?” The agent scoffed, “you sure you want an android hanging around?.. After everything that happened…” His eyes landed on Natalie, “...and you are?”

Natalie tried to stay as polite and professional as possible, “Natalie Tyler, Agent Perkins. I’m an engineer from Cyberlife.”

First there was an android investigating deviants and now the piece of plastic has a nanny as well. How pathetic, the agent thought. Perkins just scoffed, “whatever, the FBI will take over the investigation, you'll soon be off the case.”

Hank did the same as Natalie and kept his annoyance hidden, “pleasure meeting you. Have a nice day.” 

“And you watch your step.” They stared at him as he lightly scowled at them, “don't fuck up my crime scene.” Then he started to walk off to continue with his own investigation.

Natalie scoffed quietly once the agent was far enough away, “isn’t he nice.”

Hank nodded his head in agreement and breathed out, “what a fuckin' prick!”

“I'll be nearby. If you need anything, just ask.” Chris said as he allowed the Lieutenant, engineer, and android to do their thing.

“Uh, let's have a look around…” Hank commented to his partners, “let me know if you find anything.”

Connor nodded his head, “ok, Lieutenant.”

“Roger,” Natalie saluted. Her response earned a quick stare from Hank which was one that she could not decipher in that moment. She could only hope that he was okay with her being there. She may not have known the man for a long time, but she hates when people look at her as a weirdo. She only just met the man and thought that she could start considering him as a friend because of the similarities she, surprisingly, was able to make between herself and the older man. Natalie would hate it if their relationship became sour and he suddenly hated her because of her lie.

As they split up, Connor approached the desk covered in screens and displays of camera views from right outside the room. He watched as the four androids, three of them wearing uniforms for the android of the building as disguises, use a key card to enter the room. He turned to Chris, “they didn't break in?”

“No, no sign of forced entry.”

Natalie’s eyebrows furrowed, “that doesn’t make sense, someone would have seen it, right? There are cameras right outside that door!”

“The staff would have seen what was happening…” Connor agreed, “why did they let them in?”

Hank shrugged his shoulders with arms crossed over his chest, “maybe they didn't check the cameras…”

Connor continued to look around the area and spun the chair in front of the station around. One the back of the spinning chair, it revealed that it was an android that was in charge of watching the cameras. The certainly raised some red flags. Seeing that Connor noticed the chair, Chris commented, “we stored the station androids in the kitchen. There's no evidence that they were involved but we didn't know what else to do with them.”

Connor kept that information in the back of his mind palace and continued to search for clues. He walked over to stand in front of the giant screen that had the image of the android without his skin looming over the room. The detective android pressed play on the recording and let it repeat itself. “We ask that you recognize our dignity, our hope, and our rights. Together, we can live in peace and build a better future, for humans and androids. This message is the hope of a people. You gave us life. And now the time has come for you to give us freedom.”

Those were such powerful words that were no doubt causing some discourse among all humans. There would be arguments over the message the android talked about. Hate would be thrown around and discrimination against the machines that humans only looked at as nonliving beings. However, known the human race, there was no doubt going to be people who agree with the message and willing to help those android who had gained consciousness get the rights they deserve. 

Natalie stared at the still image of the android that she helped create and had become a dear friend of hers. To think, in the same day, she found out that her godfather was in critical condition and an android friend of hers was destroyed but actually was still alive and in charge of a revolution fighting for the independence of all androids. There was a warm feeling of pride actually bubbling up in her chest about all of this. Markus was working against society for something that he, and herself, thought was right. She felt proud to say that she was good friends with him.

“Think that's rA9?” Hank asked the two of them as the three of them stared at the image of the mysterious android. 

The other two didn’t really know what to say. Connor commented, “deviants say rA9 will set them free. This android seems to have that objective.” He stared at the image long and hard to try and get and clues from it and successfully got a few. He scanned the barcode on the androids stark white cheek:

‘RK-SERIES PROTOTYPE 

RK200

Registered as ‘Markus’

Gift from Elijah Kamski to Carl Manfred’

‘Markus?’ Connor internally wondered, ‘Natalie mentioned a Markus a few minutes ago…’ That raised quite a few questions for the detective android. He then looked at the discolored eyes:

‘OPTICAL UNIT

#8087q - BLUE IRIS

SPARE PART’

Then he looked at the other eye and caught something:

‘PUPIL REFLECTION

Recorded at 13:59:54

Deviant had accomplices’

As Connor found those clues, Natalie took a long deep breath to make sure that her true feeling didn’t shine through. She didn’t want to give away that she knew this specific android. Who knew what would happen if she revealed or someone found out that she knew more information. She would be in trouble if they found out that she was withholding information as well. 

“D'you see something?” Hank asked when Connor’s facial expression shifted. 

Connor was silent for a moment, “I identified its model and serial number…”

Hank stared at him, “anything else I should know?”

“No.” He lied, “nothing.” Hank stared at him and obviously didn’t believe that lie, but let it go for the moment and walked away.

Connor continued to walk around the room to find more information such as were the video was recorded, that the deviants were disguised, some blue blood on the wall, some bullet holes and easily reconstructed what had happened in the room. Natalie followed after him slowly in order to subtle pick up the information like he did. She sure was invested in the deviant situation mainly out of her own curiosity of AI and such before. However, now she had a dear friend of hers somehow smack dab in the middle of this! It was concerning to see an android she thought was destroyed only a few hours ago may be rA9.

“Connor?..” Natalie turned to see an African-American man walk up towards her and Connor, “you remember me? I was on that terrace... That android that took the little girl hostage?” He tried to connect with her android friend to get him to remember the night at the Phillips apartment nearly a month ago. “I was shot, you saved me…”

Connor’s eyes seemed to flash in recognition, “I remember you.” 

“I could have died on that terrace... But you saved my life…” The man hesitated in a soft voice, “I never thought I'd say this to an android, but... Thank you…”

Connor’s lips twitched upward in a small smile as his circuits flashed for a moment with a strange warmth taking over him. Natalie watched the uptick in his facial features and smiled softly at the interaction. There was something happening to Connor, she knew. Whether it was a glitch in his system or… him even becoming deviant, she wasn’t sure. However, there was no denying the glimmer of humanity shining in his eyes during situations and interactions like the one she had just witnessed. She liked seeing that in him, a lot actually. It proved to her that she wasn’t just some calculating machine only meant to finish a task. He was more than that.

The two of them then followed a trail of blue blood up the stairs and towards the roof where Hank followed after them. Snow fell from the cloudy sky and no doubt tampered with the crime scene. However, the Detroit were no doubt used to this as it snowed around this time of year in this city.

“They made their way up through the whole building, past all the guards and jumped off the roof with parachutes…” Hank recapped what happened and scoffed with a slightly astonished tone. “Pretty fucking impressive I'd say.”

Natalie nodded her head as Connor approached a bag that was left on the snowy rooftop, “like I said earlier they are some pretty creative deviants. To come up with this elaborate plan that was extremely risky…” She whistled lowly.

Hank noticed Connor looking at the bag and stood over him, “how'd they manage to smuggle in a big bag like that?”

“They didn't…” Connor corrected, “someone brought it in for them.”

Natalie thought for a moment, “like a human? Should we be looking to see if a human helped them out?”

Hank shrugged his shoulders, “who knows,” he then noticed the lone parachute left in the bag. “Oh, that's strange… They planned a perfect operation but got the number of parachutes wrong.”

“Unless one of the deviants was left behind.” Connor commented in an observation and stood up to look around some more. He found a handgun, foot prints, the door lock being hacked, and a trail of blue blood leading away from where the other officers were. He followed it as Hank and Natalie stood off to the side towards a unit on the roof. He opened up a compartment to it and was shocked to find one of the androids inside of it. He didn’t have any time to react when he was shot in the stomach.

Everyone jumped at the sound of the gun fire and were instantly on alert. Natalie mentaly cursed herself for not having a gun of her own as she realized that there have been a few situations where a gun would have been useful for her. She couldn’t really help out in this situation if she wanted to risk her life doing so.

“Take cover!” An officer shouted as Hank pushed Natalie behind some cover and ran over to pull Connor away after he had been injured. They landed behind the cover that Natalie had been placed behind and huddled as there was more gun fire.

“You have to stop them!” Connor called to Hank, “if they destroy it, we won't learn anything!” 

Natalie nodded her head, “He’s right!”

The lieutenant shook his head, “we can't save it, it's too late! We'll just get ourselves killed!” He’d be damned if her allowed either of his partners to risk their lives in this sort of situation. Even if they weren’t fully human, they were still his partners. 

Before anyone could really do anything, Connor jumped out from behind his hiding spot and started to dodge bullets. Natalie and Hank shouted after him, but it was too late. Even though he went against their protests, Connor successfully jumped towards the blond deviant and was able to tackle him into the unit behind him. He was even able to connect to his memory for a split second. A flash of rusty metal with the word “Jericho” was written in front of him. And in that same moment, the deviant self-destructed and shot himself in the head.

Once the threat was neutralized everyone started to move into the area to make sure that it was safe. Natalie and Hank ran over to Connor with worry in their stomachs. “Connor! Connor you all right? Connor!” Hank asked as he ran over to Connor’s left side and Natalie ended up on his right.

“That was so stupid!” Natalie shouted in vexation yet her soft features were pulled down in worry. The sight of her face being so negative caused Connor to become guilty for causing her to feel such a way. (Guilt? How could he be guilty? Why would he be guilty?)

Connor stared at her as he tried to refocus himself after feeling something… terrible and foreign. The cold chill that somehow ran down his circuits was not pleasant at all! “Okay…”

 Natalie, seeing how Connor was staring at her with a troubled expression, changed her approached quickly. She softly placed a hand on Connor’s arm to make sure that he knew she was there. “Are you hurt?”

Connor didn’t nod his head but continued on in a shaky voice, “I'm ok…”

“Jesus! You scared the shit outta us…” Hank’s worry was quickly ebbed away and was replaced with anger and frustration aimed at the android. “For fuck sake, I told you not to move! Why do you never do what I say?” It was like Hank was scolding a young child after it did something wrong.

“I was connected to its memory…” Connor revealed with a shaky voice, “when it fired… I felt it die… Like I was dying.” Hank stared at him as realization struck him with Connor’s behavior. It was like Connor was traumatized by the situation, something that someone wouldn’t believe could happen to an android. “I was scared…” Natalie rubbed his arm gently and offered comfort. It must have been completely foreign to him to have that raw feeling rushed through him so suddenly. Connor then thought about what he witnessed, “I saw something, in its memory… a word… painted on a piece of rusty metal… ‘Jericho’.”

Natalie and Hank shared a quick look that was obviously a silent conversation. Their relationship may have hit a roadblock with the fact that Natalie kept a huge secret from him, but there was one thing that they could agree on in that moment. They needed to make sure that Connor was really okay.

“Come on, Connor,” Natalie spoke in a soothing voice, “we should head out. I think we got what we need.”

Connor shook his head, “no, there’s more that we can do here-”

“Girly’s right, Connor. We’re done here.” Hank started to head in the direction of the exit and looked for the other two to follow after him. Connor was about to disagree again and argue that he was completely fine because he knew that they only wanted to leave because of what happened to him, but he looked down at Natalie. Her large, round eyes were wide and full of worry that was obviously directed towards him. He faltered in his argument.

“Let’s go Connor it’ll be alright.” She softly stated and gestured to his bullet wound, “besides, we need to get that fixed up for you.”

Connor nodded his head then and didn’t say anything further as he let Natalie wrap her arms around him and lead him away. He could help the foreign feeling of terror wash away now that he was so close to Natalie. What was happening with him?

[lets-talk-spirituality]

Hi, I hope your day is going well! No rush or pressure to answer this if you don’t feel like it, as I highly appreciate the readings you do on a daily basis. I can tell you have a lot of wisdom and I like seeing your takes/opinions on current world events (and even other anons readings.) you always have gems of advice in everything you write. I know you get a lot of soulmate questions, but I’m just curious if you can channel a general message from my spirit guides, regardless of if it’s romance related or not? Thank you, again 😄

Aww stahpppp thank you so much for saying that. A part of me is so insecure that I’m too harsh with people. But like. That’s what comes through and I try my best to just channel directly. I’ve had an attitude problem my whole life so thanks so much for saying you think my writing has gems of wisdom. Just very kind.

Okay I’m gonna see what comes up!

Spirit

We want you to look out your window, right now. Bask in the beauty of this world. We know you’ve forgotten. It’s so easy to forget when the stress of the world crashes around you—bills, unloved (unlived is what I wrote but unloved fits too) dreams, unfulfilled hopes— it takes a toil on the psyche. We don’t envy the stress of humanity, dear one, but we encourage you to radically chase that spark of life you’ve lost. Stop beating yourself up about losing it! No one likes being alive all the time. It’s easy to forget the beauty, especially in the winter. But we want you to love the little things, a baby’s smile, a sweet exchange between lovers, let the magic of everyday come to you

Soulmate

I want to say something too! Hello my love. It’s almost Valentines Day. Did you know I celebrate you every year? I put out all my wishes for my true love, buy roses and chocolates and manifest you to be with me. Yeah yeah I know a bit of magic (magic man by Heart coming up). I just wanted to pop in so you remember you are loved, by many you know and don’t. But most by me ;) (this is a romantic soulmate and they came through spirits reading, I felt like a warmth and just a pure loving energy from them towards you right before they came in, very insistent with their knocking, not sure if you’re feeling down or unloved or something but they needed you to know how much they love and want you, very cute energy, very sweet)

Card Pull— Oracles of the Fairies 🧚‍♀️

I jokingly told the universe I wanted them to throw them at me and they did. I usually don’t keep this many but your energy is so kind I just felt like keeping it.

Precious Time— the Fairy of Time wants you to experience every moment fully and to make the most of your precious time. Be mindful not to waste others time either.

Aww nonniekins this just confirms what I wrote above. I feel deeply you’ve been struggling with something that has you down on life, maybe you’re just tired after years of hardship. You are so loved, by earth itself too. Sometimes your presence is enough to light up a room. I love you! You just got find the glitter again :)

New Beginnings— This fairy godmother heralds the joyous news of a new baby— or the birth of a cherished idea. Protect and nurture your ideas as you would a baby.

Are you pursuing something that doesn’t feel like it’s fruiting or like you’re in this labor that won’t ever end? I think you may want to look at where you can make some shifts that can help. Maybe even just shifting your own energy, trying doing new things to help you approach things with a new perspective and also to bring in a new beginning. Something wants to be birthed through you, but remember to respect that it is own entities with it’s own desires. Talk to it to see what it wants to become.

Journey— it’s time to prepare for a journey! It may be impromptu or unplanned—either way, make sure you’re ready when the time comes. Pack your passport now!

Lol. All this goes together so well. I was gonna say get a passport. Also this card has a giant rabbit on it and we are in the year of the rabbit so it feels Ike this new journey will come this year. I’m feeling that you shifting to appreciating your life creates a new beginning that leads to this journey. Exciting!

Go Outside— Its time to go outside! Tune into the powerful peace of nature, wherever you are, and feel at one with your habit.

Love the seasons, there is beauty even in death, love in destruction. Find your way back to love!

Hope this helps! Would love to know if this resonates. So much love to you 💕💖

[princeblack]

He’ll never understand her kindness, after all of the rumors he’s probably heard of her. But he’s appreciative nonetheless, smiling thinly at how she calls him lovely. He probably doesn’t deserve such a compliment, which is the first time he’s thought such a thing. He’s been showered in compliments for the entirety of his life and never once had he wondered if he was worthy of one, but sitting in front of Bee makes everything feel different. How could his mother hate someone so lovely, and what did it say about him that he spent so much time acting as if she was always right? “And I’d be lucky to have a caring friend such as yourself,” is all he says in return. Would she want to be friends, after this? Or would they split ways and be sorted into their respective houses, not speaking again? The thought makes his chest clench in a way that’s unpleasant, which is strange because he’s only just met her. But Regulus is spoiled and not used to being denied beautiful things– or girls, for that matter.

She offers to be there for him when it comes to Sirius and he looks away. He should feel embarrassed that he brought it up— his family was always drilling into him that he shouldn’t, but she makes it too easy to forget himself with her warm and comforting presence. She even says she doesn’t know if Sirius did it, which is more grace than his own family has given him. He doesn’t understand Bee’s kindness, especially since they both know how his mother would treat her if they met. It makes him guilty in a way, as if he doesn’t deserve such a sweet smile from her. “No, it’s been no trouble, talking to you about your family. I’m just glad that you trust me, both because I like you and I want to be able to tell you your father is an idiot if he doesn’t see how special you are. It’s only taken me a half hour to see as much.” He pauses, frowning thoughtfully still. “You’re the first person who’s ever told me you’re not sure if Sirius is a murderer.” It feels significant how, even if he can’t place it.

He rolls his eyes when she teases him about living in a castle. “Yes, I’m sure to suffocate because the air of your cottage isn’t expensive enough.” He smiles at her. “Shouldn’t you invite me in and make me feel welcome, as a prince? Feed me those cabbages by hand, if I ask it.”

Regulus doesn’t believe her when she says she’s only okay at cooking. “Yeah, I think you’re being humble. I’ll have to see this cooking for myself, then, to assess if you’re lying.” He’s teasing her, but only because he thinks she’s amazing. She knows things he’s hardly even touched, with his own life experience.

It seems special to him, how she isn’t afraid of venomous tentacula, even though she probably should be by all accounts. Is that why she doesn’t seem afraid of his family or his brother? He realizes that she’s probably the most gentle person he’s ever met, because who else would be this kind to creatures that want to eat witches and wizards? Then again, people use the fact they’re predators against dragons all the time, so maybe this isn’t so different. He wonders how his dream job as a child had been so close to the one Bee chose, having a fleeting thought about the two of them together, as if destined to be. She reminds him that venomous tentacula have a lot to offer and be excited about. He thinks about that excitement, and what it’s done to him in only the past hour of knowing her. “I think you could make people excited about paint drying, if you wanted… Your interest is infectious. You’re going to be the greatest magizoologist the world has seen.” She’s going to teach so many people about creatures and help them along the way. He only hopes he’s going to be lucky enough to witness it.

He softens at the way she stumbles when she says her dad loves both her and her brother, recognizing uncertainty in her beautiful blue eyes. It sparks anger in him, just knowing that her father made her question if she’s loved. He shouldn’t have such a reaction over someone he just met, but it’s difficult not to with Bee. “I’m sorry,” he says, his gaze falling. It’s his fault for wording it like he did, making her think of such a thing. “That’s not what I meant… He does love you, even if he’s not showing it as he should. I mean, who wouldn’t?” He can’t imagine anyone being able to resist loving Bee. “And I hope I can eventually help you feel fully visible.” He doesn’t like that she ever has to feel invisible at all– someone so incredible should be the most recognized witch in their world, but then again he would be jealous of everyone getting her attention instead of him.

It’s impossible not to adore her, especially when he’s holding this book and her soft niffler, enjoying everything about her. “Read it to you?” he repeats, teasingly. “That sounds like a date. Curled up on a Slytherin couch with you in my lap, reading it into your ear…” Green eyes look down at her and then up again, to her lips.

She cares so much about how much his mother loves him and it strikes something in him, making his body warm. Did she feel the same thing he was feeling for her? He wants to protect her from her family; make sure she knows how amazing she is and always achieves her dreams. He’s amazed that she’s not been interested in dating before, because surely she could have her pick of anyone she wanted with a face like that. “Then I’m honored to be the first, and I’m not complaining. I’m bad at sharing, anyway.” He doesn’t want her to like other guys, or date them. The thought makes him irritated, so much so that he almost forgets how upset his mother would be if he was thinking of a half-blood from a muggle sympathizer family like this. “I don’t care about other girls– I’m just glad you think so highly of me.” What would he do if she thought he was beneath her league? He would understand if she did, because she’s so impossibly beautiful and good.

She stutters at first, when he offers a kiss. She’s red in the face and he wonders if that’s a good or bad thing, especially since she’s struggling to answer him. “Bee,” he responds, gently. “I’m not going to think kissing you was like kissing a dead fish.” His tone is almost amused, shifting to allow Alfie off of his lap as he sets the book to the side. 

Taking his coat off, he places it on his seat, glancing down at the niffler. “You can wrap up in that; it’s comfortable enough for a prince. Yes, such as yourself.” It makes him smile when Alfie takes up his offer, keeping himself warm in the fabric with his small snout poking out.

Turning, he moves to sit beside Bee now, because she did say she wants to kiss him too, even if he’s clearly made her nervous. “And I don’t care if you’re good at it, anyways.” She could be ‘bad’ at kissing and he would still think it was amazing because it’s her. So he leans toward her, taking her chin in his fingers and gently guiding her to look at him. Gazing into her big, pretty eyes, he traces his thumb against her delicate chin, their lips only a few inches away now. Almost hesitantly, he places a gentle kiss at the corner of her perfect lips, his body immediately going warm. Then he kisses her again but in the center of her soft mouth, moving his own slowly against hers. The hand that isn’t holding her face settles on her waist, pulling her closer to him on the seat as he deepens the kiss a little, waiting to feel her reaction.

she's read of house elves how they were proud and noble creatures, much more powerful than your average witch or wizard how they were often tied to certain homes or even wizard families most often pureblood families but it's also known that not all pureblood appreciate their eleven friends, treating them as lesser than but then again there were purebloods who believed everyone and everything was beneath them...including her and her family, most especially her mother. the thought makes her sad but she tries to snap out of it, instead giving regulus her attention the boy seemed almost embarrassed to talk about it, almost uncomfortable as he plays with the empty box in his hands. like it was something to be ashamed of which wasn't something she really expected given the fact most people would probably like to brag about things like having a house elf. bee simply offers him a smile because despite how she may disagree with some of the treatment of house elves it's nice to hear about his life but her smile only falls when he tells her that he hopes she won't think any less of him and his family. "I think you're lovely regulus." she says simply. "and kreacher sounds very lucky to have such a caring and kindhearted friend like you on his side. especially because there are families who probably wouldn't offer him the same kindness." bee offers a smile, though she's unsure why he seems so worried about what she thinks, she's not anyone important if anything her opinion about things rarely matters to anyone but her brother.

"who says I'm pretending?" she says bluntly as she tilts her heard to the said. "look, I don't know why your brother did what he did or if he even did anything at all. I wasn't there...." she smiles softly as her gaze lands on the boys soft face, offering him a gentle smile. "what I do know is that he is your family and you probably have to live your life getting weird looks and judgement from people who dont know you or understand your situation, I do know if I were in your position I would want someone to care about how I felt and not just what was done...so I am sorry and if you ever need someone to talk to about your brother I am here to listen just as you have been here to listen to me complain about my family life." he was the first person she's ever actually open up to about her father's neglect and sure it wasn't to the same extent as the stories of sirius black but it was still something that weighed down on her so she can't imagine the weight his brother had left. "it's okay to be sad and confused you know? don't feel ashamed."

the one thing she'll miss most about home is her garden, she knows most her age would probably find it to be a bit of a chore but bee saw it as her happy place and each plant was precious to her, giving each and every single one care so they may grow perfectly. it's hard to imagine someone like regulus visiting the diggory house, probably coming from a castle with stain glass windows and the finest art like a prince should live what would he think of her humble home? what would he think of her once he realized she didn't come from much. "I mean it's nothing really special, my home I mean...I'm sure it's far less impressive than growing up in a castle." she teases him. "but if you wanted to I'm sure there's room in that little old tree for you and all the cabbage your heart desires." she smiles warmly tucking a loose curl behind her ear as she giggles at his next words. "oh would you like a list? I could make one for you. 'the things bee diggory cannot do'" she says obviously teasing. "but I guess I'm an okay cook. I used to help my mom a lot or I'd do it on my own when she was tired, nothing fancy though."

bee was aware that it probably seemed strange to be excited about such a plant but she couldn't help but be fascinated by a lot of things. "my brother used to call me a curious little bumblebee... because some bee's are naturally curious, which I guess is how I got my name." she wonders off for a moment. "anyways, I think venomous tentacula's are more than just a terrifying plant, they have so much to offer us we just have to be willing to learn from them and it's hard not to be excited when you realize that." however she can't help but blush at his words, biting down on her lower lip when he offers to nibble on her. "I might not taste very good." she teases though quickly realizes how terrible at flirting she actually is.

"my dad loves us both...at least...i-i hope he does...it's just complicated." she's often wondered if he did sometimes, she was his daughter after all so he had to love her didn't he? but then she thinks of moments like this morning when he didn't even wish her good luck on her first year of school, she remembers how excited he was to send cedric off for his first year, making it a big deal...maybe he was just tired? or maybe bee was just that same naive child who was begging for the attention of her father knowing she wouldn't ever get it. she frowns a bit at the thought, shaking her head a bit to snap herself out of it offering a sad smile to regulus. "thank you...you know I'm really glad I met you, you're the first person I've met who makes me feel a little less invisible."

it's hard not to smile at regulus as he explains how dragon's keep themselves clean, the way his eyes sparkle as he talks...he seemed so passionate and seemed to care so much for these creatures how could anyone want to dim that light inside of him? especially his own mother. she'd only seen passion like this within herself, how badly she wanted to help all creatures of the wizarding world that she'd taken it upon herself to learn everything she could learn about each and everyone and there was still so much she didn't know.

"like I said, I've read it a thousand times...and this topic seems to really matter to you so I want you to have it." she says softly, even if she wanted to read it again she could always go to the hogwarts library, it meant more to her to see the way his eyes softened as he looks at the book from his childhood, something he probably thought he would never get to hold again because of expectations from a selfish parent. "who knows maybe you can read it to me sometime? and when you finished you can teach me all about dragons." she smiles up at him, he tells her it's the most thoughtful gift he's ever received and she almost wouldn't believe him if she didn't see that look in his pretty green eyes. he then says that he hopes they'll be friends when they're older and it makes her heart flutter a little cause in truth she would rather be much more than that...but she can't say it out loud. "maybe we'll get to work together someday."

it saddens her to hear him talk about his relationship with his mother, she wants to understand but she can't. how could a parent be so controlling? but care so little? it was abusive almost but she doesn't want to say it out loud. "well if she can't love you enough to respect your decisions then she doesn't deserve to love you at all. you would make a great dragonologist regulus...just think about it okay? we're only just now beginning our first year so there is no rush to be anything just yet."

"I guess it's more of a me thing...i've never really been interested in those sorts of things before, boys and dates and stuff like that.'' not until today that is, with the boy sitting before her calling her all these sweet names and saying he feels lucky. "I'm sure a guy like you could probably have any girl he wanted...I should consider myself lucky you even want to look at me." she teases gently.

it's however his next words that make the girl freeze up a little, not in a bad way but more of a shock, she opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out at first just a stuttered out 'i' as blue eyes widen. did she hear him right? that he wanted to kiss her? she doesn't know how to respond, trying to remember all the words in the english language to muster up something coherent as she blushes harder than she's ever blushed before and looks to her lap. "I have to warn you, just like I've never flirted I've never...kissed anyone either." she says looking back up but still not able to make eye contact. "I-i mean I'm not saying no, I'm actually saying yes I think...I just don't want you to be surprised if I'm bad at it, I don't want your memory of kissing me to be like kissing a dead fish or something...cause I really...I would like to kiss you too I mean."

[quin-ns]

Crushes, Chaos, and Confessions (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Word count: 2.2K

Summary: dustin knows how steve feels about you and he can’t stop himself from spilling his best friend’s biggest secret to you

Tags: ST4 spoilers!!, steve being all sweet, dustin, max, and lucas being chaotic/funny, dustin has a big mouth, humor, fluff, love confessions, kissing, mutually requited love

A/N: my second steve fic! I loved writing him so much the first time I had to do it again <3

Stranger Things masterlist + main masterlist

Sitting in the basement of the Wheeler house felt odd. Probably because neither of the Wheeler siblings you knew were there. Still, you had a lot of company.

Max was across the room at a desk, her headphones on as she held a pen in hand. Lucas, Steve, and Dustin—in that order—were sitting on the couch against the wall opposite to Max. And you? You couldn’t sit down. You should’ve gone with Nancy and Robin, but Steve had complained about always having to be the babysitter and convinced you that three was a crowd and to stick with him instead.

It was kind of embarrassing, how easy he could sway you. Steve had quickly become one of your best friends after he began working with you and Robin at Scoops Ahoy. That is, before the mall burned down. However, everything that happened was a very quick and strong bonding experience. Then the three of you migrated together to the video store and spent even more time together. Especially you and Steve. After your shifts or on your days off you were almost always hanging out together.

“Can you sit down?” Dustin’s voice broke through the silence and took you out of your head. “You’re making me dizzy.”

“Leave her alone, dude,” Steve muttered in your defense. “She’s scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you were quick to correct, finally stilling in order to face them. “I’m just… anxious.” It was true, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if Nancy and Robin came back with no answers and Max—who you’d become fond of—was left in danger.

Steve stood from the couch and made his way over to you. He put an arm over your shoulder and pulled you against him at an angle. You allowed yourself to curl into him as he provided you with a comforting embrace.

“When’s the last time you slept?” Steve asked as his other arm came around you, hugging you. His voice was soft but full of concern.

“I don’t remember,” you admitted. After everything that happened it was hard to calm down enough to even close your eyes for more than a few seconds. You felt like you couldn’t sleep until the mystery of Vecna was solved and he was stopped.

If your head wasn’t against Steve’s chest, you would’ve seen Lucas staring at you and Steve while Dustin rolled his eyes. Steve didn’t see at first either, but he sensed the sass radiating off of his young friend. He shot Dustin a glare that translated to ‘keep your mouth shut!’

See, Dustin knew about Steve’s feelings for you. Well, practically everyone who saw the way he interacted with you did, but Dustin was the only one he actually told. He would’ve told Robin but she had already figured it out and he made her swear to forget it. There was only one person who didn’t know how Steve felt about you; you.

Somehow, you were oblivious to it. Even Steve at times was surprised you hadn’t called him out on it. Between the longing stares and constant affection, the way his mood always lit up when you were around and how often he wanted to hang out, he figured he would’ve been caught by now. But you never seemed to notice how he was so much gentler and much more openly caring with you than anyone else.

“Just try to take it easy, okay? Please?” Steve asked softly. “You know I worry about you.”

You lifted your head and met his eyes with a soft smile. “Sometimes I think you worry about me too much,” you teased him lightly.

“Yeah, well, I can’t help it,” he replied with sincerity. A light smile tugged at his lips as he stared down at you. He couldn’t hide the absolute adoration in his eyes as he held your gaze, and it took everything he had to not lean down and kiss you.

The moment was ruined when Dustin decided he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “If you’re gonna kiss can you not do it in front of us please?” he asked sarcastically. Steve shot him a death glare and you blushed a little bit and stepped back from Steve.

“What the hell, man?” Steve couldn’t contain his annoyance at the younger teen. Looking at Steve you could see he was blushing a tad. You figured it was because Dustin had embarrassed him. It was one thing when you and Steve teased each other about your relationship but hearing it from someone else made it awkward.

You rolled your eyes and brushed off the comment. You thought there was no way it was anything more than a joke so you didn’t let it bother you. “I’m gonna go get a glass of water,” you announced, changing the subject.

“No, you stay here,” Steve decided, already walking to the stairs. “Sit down and relax for a sec. I’ll get it for you.” He gestured to the spot he’d been sitting that was now empty.

“Um, thanks!” You called after him as he ascended to the main house. You turned your attention to Lucas and Dustin, furrowing your brows at the weird expressions on their faces.

You didn’t move to the seat, unable to bring yourself to sit down. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked the boys.

“I wasn’t joking, you know. Before. He really does wanna kiss you.” Dustin told you matter of factly.

“What?” you questioned, his comment coming seemingly out of nowhere. You had no idea how long he’d been keeping Steve’s secret and Dustin just couldn’t not say anything now.

“He likes you. It’s, like, disgustingly obvious. I don’t know how you don’t notice,” he stated with plenty of sass in his voice. It was the tone he always used when he knew he was right—which was more often than any one of you wanted to admit.

“Yeah, he’s definitely into you,” Max chimed in, apparently having listened in to the whole interaction. You turned your head to her and saw no hint of sarcasm. “You seem like you like him too,” she added.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Dustin cut you off with more revealing information. “He’s too scared to tell you. He doesn’t want to ruin the friendship, whatever that means.”

“If you like him you should tell him,” Max intervened yet again. “He’d actually be a good boyfriend. He’s like, super romantic with you already. You just don’t notice.” The way she said it had an underlying argumentative tone.

That, of course, sparked Lucas to jump in. “And what? I wasn’t a good boyfriend?”

“You cared more about being popular so what do you think?” Max snarked back with her focus on Lucas.

You didn’t even have the focus to register what they had revealed to you before because the conversation devolved into children (okay, fine, teens) bicker amongst themselves.

“I do care about you!” Lucas defended, yelling slightly in exasperation.

“You did miss Hellfire Club,” Dustin muttered under his breath.

“And you missed my game!” Lucas then turned back to Max. “I do care about you, okay? Plus, Steve was popular in high school and now you’re his number one fan or whatever so how is that different?”

Max scoffed. “What does that have to do with anything?” she questioned. “Besides, I’m not his number one fan- Y/N is!”

“Guys—” you said, trying to get a word in.

“All I said was that they’d make a good couple because he obviously cares about her a lot.”

“Once again—” Lucas tried to argue back, but he got cut off just as you had been. This time, by Dustin.

He shot to his feet. “Hey! Quit it!” he yelled to Max and Lucas, causing them to fall quiet. They seemed startled and honestly you were too. All eyes were on Dustin as he firmly reminded, “this is about Y/N and Steve, not you two.” Dustin then looked at you. “Do you like Steve?” he pushed for an answer, causing you to feel flustered. You felt like a spotlight was on you.

This was not how you expected to admit you had feelings for Steve Harrington…

Then, to make everything even more… you didn’t know the word for it. Weird? It didn’t matter. Point was, Steve appeared all of the sudden and questioned, “I heard my name, what’s going on?”

Well, at least he hadn’t heard everything. “Um,” you didn’t know what to say.

“We told her you love her,” Dustin announced, causing both you and Steve to whip your heads towards him.

“What!?” You and Steve exclaimed in unison. You were both shocked, but in different ways.

“Why would you tell her that!?” Steve demanded an answer from Dustin.

Your eyes found Steve. “You love me?” you asked. He looked down at you, his cheeks flushed and his face still wearing an expression of surprise and confusion.

He swallowed, trying to regain his composure. “I thought he said he told you.”

“He didn’t say love,” you told him. You still couldn’t believe it as you said the words. Steve Harrington loved you… that was a lot to take in.

“Well, he does love you,” Dustin confirmed.

“Be quiet, Henderson!” Steve shouted in frustration at the boy.

“No, I’m tired of you staring at her and always talking about her but doing nothing about it!” Dustin argued, somehow sounding just as frustrated with Steve as Steve was with him.

“I thought you said you didn’t want them to kiss earlier,” Max quipped.

Dustin looked at her and she tilted her head, easing her brows. “They need to kiss and get it over with, just not in front of me,” Dustin clarified.

“Okay!” Steve shouted, holding his hands up, signaling for silence. Then he took a breath before letting out a deep sigh. “Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” he addressed you calmly. This wasn’t how he wanted you to find out. Hell, he wasn’t planning on you finding out. But if he did tell you, it would’ve been… well, not like this. Now he had to explain himself and hope you didn’t reject him too harshly.

Given the situation with Max, you figured the both of you leaving the room wasn’t the safest and Steve agreed. You found yourselves sitting on the stairs next to one another. You were towards the middle, still in the eyeline of the other three but (hopefully) out of earshot if you talked quietly.

“Here,” Steve murmured, pushing the glass of water he had been holding into your hand. You dipped it, muttered thanks, then set it aside.

“So…” he started off. Steve wasn’t looking at you, but at his hands as he fiddled with his hands. “Henderson told you everything?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “It was a lot of information all at once,” you recalled through a small chuckle. The chaos that had ensued was admittedly funny in hindsight.

“And what do you think of that information?” he asked cautiously, finally looking up and meeting your eyes. Steve was so anxious and he was sure you could see it. Maybe he’d get some of your sympathy so you would let him down gently.

Instead, you surprised him. “I wish you had told me sooner,” you admitted. You had no excuse not to tell Steve everything now that you knew he felt the same. “I feel the same way.”

Steve’s brows raised slightly and a boyish smile crossed his face. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that,” he replied, a huge weight lifting off of his shoulder. His heart still raced but in a different way now.

“I guess I was better at hiding it than you,” you teased. “I mean, I didn’t know—but they did.” You gestured to the kids with a tilt of your head. “Seems like I need to pay better attention.”

You both laughed at that. “I should’ve just said something. I didn’t want to screw things up,” he confessed. Steve then chuckled to himself. “I can’t believe Henderson told you.”

“I guess he did us a favor, huh?” You suggested.

“You’re welcome!” Dustin called over to you. Great, so they had been eavesdropping. It was naive to believe they were actually minding their own business.

“Hey, Dustin?” Steve spoke up now that he knew he was listening. You threw a glance towards the boy and saw he was looking at you guys now.

“What?”

Steve smirked to himself before saying, “Close your eyes.”

Dustin furrowed his brows at that, not realizing the callback Steve was making until he leaned in to kiss you.

The kiss was sweet and full of love and god, his lips were so soft. You smiled against him briefly before returning the kiss with just as much passion.

“Oh, come on,” Dustin complained, likely averting his eyes.

“Leave them alone! This is a big moment,” Max defended you and Steve. You couldn’t help but laugh and the two of you pulled apart, both with smiles on your faces.

“I can’t believe the first time I got to kiss you was in front of,”—he gestured to the teens—“them."

"Me neither," you and Dustin replied at the same time.

[seita]

— haikyuu squirting.

includes: oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kunimi, + kyoutani.

p a r t o n e ;;

⤿ next: t w o

-ˋˏ aoba johsai ˎˊ-

— tooru oikawa.

≻ he has a goal to make you squirt ≻ he thinks it’s super hot and wants you to do it ≻ he honestly will experiment with it every time you have sex ≻ you won’t notice anything different ≻ but one day, he hits this spot inside you ≻ and you just explode and he’s elated ≻ and you’re like ??? ≻ he’s just like “ive been trying to make you do that for a week!!!” ≻ and then he continues on because he wants to bask in the fruits of his labors and make you squirt until you cry~

+

“c’mon baby,” he groans, working his fingers into your spasming cunt. you’re so tight, squeezing him like craze because you’re so close. and he knows your body’s signals like the back of his hand.

“fuck, tooru!” you sob, gripping his wrist with both hands as his fingers fuck your tender g-spot. his jaw as clenched as he watches you. he’s waiting, he can taste it on the tip of his tongue.

your whole body is tense and you’re trembling. your orgasm is so close, it’s dangling right over your head. the coil is taut and it’s growing painful. he continues to fuck his fingers into that sweet little spot that has you sobbing.

you look so beautiful like this, brows drawn together and mouth hanging open as your mind tries to comprehend the overwhelming pleasure he’s bringing you to. he finally brings his thumb to your clit, circling the bud in a few, slow strokes that finally send you flying over the edge.

you scream, thrashing against the bed as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. he nearly cums in his pants when you gush, your cum spraying all over him. he licks his lips, tasting your stray cum on his tongue as he does so. it makes his eyes roll back in his head.

and it isn’t long before you’re forcing his hand away from you, leaving you a trembling, panting mess on his bed.

“what...the fuck, tooru?” you gasp. he only grins in response.

— hajime iwaizumi.

≻ you’ll most likely be the one to bring it up to him ≻ he doesn’t actually quite know much about squirting ≻ he knows that it’s a thing ≻ but he doesn’t think it’s like...doable in real life ≻ he’s just like “oh yeah lmao that just exists in porn” ≻ so when you’re like can u do this-- ≻ he’s like huh? ≻ but he’s 4000% down and will give it his best shot ≻ it’ll take some trial and error ≻ because he has to learn the proper mechanics and angles to make it happen ≻ but when it does, he’s immediately addicted

+

you’re riding him, relishing in his praise as he caresses your pretty body.

“show me how you need it, pretty girl,” he whispers, “you’re gonna make a mess for me tonight, aren’t you?”

you desperately nod, nails digging into his forearms as you bounce. he groans, feeling you drip down his balls. he’s sure there’s a mess beneath him but he can’t be bothered to worry about it now because you’re clenching desperately around him.

“right there, daddy!” you cry, “right there, please! you’re go-gonna make me cum!”

he growls and flips you over, pinning your knees to your chest as he desperately fucks your cunt. you’re creaming so prettily around him that it’s driving him insane.

“play with your clit for me, princess,” he orders, following your hand as you find the bud and eagerly begin circling it.

he angles his thrusts for your g-spot, knowing that’ll be what sends you over. and it works like a charm. soon enough, you’re arching as you find release.

he doesn’t stop like he usually does, he replaces his fingers on your clit and continues to fuck into your spasming little cunt. just like he wanted, you begin gushing. you squirm, unable to escape his hold as he continues to fuck you until you’re made a complete mess for him.

— issei matsukawa.

≻ it’s completely accidental ≻ his dick is honestly just too fucking big ≻ that when you cum it’s explosive ≻ you always cum super hard for him when you’re stuffed full of his cock ≻ he honestly ADORES that you have such a fierce reaction to him ≻ it boosts his ego ≻ especially if you praise him while he makes you gush everywhere~

+

“you’re making such a slutty face,” he grins, watching as you arch your hips for more. he’s fucking you so well and it makes you lose your mind.

“i’m getting close,” you warn, making him arch a brow.

“i’ve only just started,” he teases, enjoying the look of humiliation that crosses your face at his words, “tell me you’re a whore for my cock and maybe i’ll let you cum.”

you break immediately, “i’m a whore for your cock, issei!” you cry, making him grin, “please, please only you can make me feel like this. only you can make me cum like this!”

“what a good little bitch i have,” he chuckles, speeding up his pace.

you can’t even take all of his cock but you continue to work your hips as if you could if you try hard enough. your eyes roll back in your head and you plead with him in babbled whimpers that absolutely drive him wild. he knows you’re dangling on the edge but you’re holding back because you’re his good girl. and he’s so proud of you so he decides to reward you.

“go on then, pretty girl,” he groans, “cream on my cock like a good little girl.”

except when you cum, it’s not like any of your previous orgasms. it’s wetter. and the more he fucks you, the wetter it gets until you’re absolutely gushing around him. after a few seconds, you push him away. when his cock pops out of your cunt, and you immediately squeal as you squirt all over him.

you’re still trembling by the time he works his cock back into your cunt. he grins, “did that feel good, pretty girl?” to which you nod, “good because you’re going to do that again and again until i’m satisfied.”

— takahiro hanamaki.

≻ he knows what it is and how to do it ≻ but he never actually executes it ≻ mostly because of the mess ≻ he’s not a huge fan of messes ≻ but if it’s something you want him to do ≻ it needs to be discusses before your um...session ≻ so that way he can put a towel down to minimize the mess ≻ he’s always pleased with the way you tremble and react so beautifully. ≻ he still doesn’t do it too often tho

+

the towel was growing wetter the longer he fucked you with his fingers. his spit, lube, and your own natural arousal only serving to make a complete mess. he was going slow, it was an agonizing place. switching between forceful thrusts against your g-spot and simply grinding the tips of his two fingers against it; it was only serving to drive you mad.

tears had long since started falling down your cheeks. he thought you looked prettiest like that; eyes red and pitiful little sniffles coming from you as you cried for more.

he knew what you wanted, what you needed. but he was content with torturing you. you were so cute when you were distraught and he couldn’t help but send you a boyish smile that made your face crumple in frustration. it was so easy to rile you up.

“want me to make you ucm now, sweet girl?” he coos, pulling his fingers from your cunt to playfully smack your neglected clit.

your thighs jump at the stimulation before nodding desperately. it didn’t take long for the desperate pleas that he had been waiting for to begin falling from your lips, “please daddy, please. i’ll do anything just please make me cum!”

he grins, “such pretty words,” he coos, nodding his head, “anything?”

“anything daddy please!” you cry and he groans in response.

“then make a mess for me, baby,” he orders, finally fucking your tight cunt the way you need to fall over the edge.

and you do so beautifully, gushing and squirting all over him. he groans at the sight of finally getting what he wanted. you tremble and sob just for him and he never wants to forget the sight of you falling apart perfectly for him all because of his fingers.

— kentaro kyoutani.

≻ he actually brings it up to you!!! ≻ but he knows that it’s a thing ≻ he just doesn’t know if it’s something you want to experiment with or not ≻ and he’s not willing to just do it and surprise you ≻ when you agree ≻ he goes feral ≻ he absolutely loves making a complete mess out of you ≻ he already does it well enough on his own ≻ but NOW there’s an actual...mess to clean up.

+

your face is buried in the pillow, muffling your sobs and cries of pleasure. his hand is pressed on the small of your back, making sure you’re presented just right for him.

he’s quiet as usual, short grunts and the occasional filth falling from his lips so perfectly, “so tight, you’re dripping.”

“only for you,” you promise breathlessly, making him grin. if you had seen it, you’d see the sadistic pleasure in it.

“that’s right, babygirl,” he groans when you clench around his cock at the sound of the petname.

you were so easy to read and so easy to satisfy. it drove him crazy. leaning over your body, he fisted your hair to keep you pinned as he began to piston into your pretty cunt, tearing cries of untold pleasure into the pillow.

he’s able to make out the warning for your impending orgasm and reaches beneath your body to find your clit. he slaps his fingers harshly against the bud. it’s the final action that sends you over the edge.

your body lurches forward, forcing his cock from your clamping cunt. he groans when he looks down to see you squirting everywhere. he rubs across your clit quickly, splattering your cum everywhere until you’re sobbing for him to stop.

“you’re such a sloppy little bitch,” he growls, forcing his cock back into your sensitive cunt.

— akira kunimi.

≻ another one who doesn’t try ≻ but it’s mostly out of laziness ≻ if you squirt, it’s gonna be 99% you 1% him ≻ he digs it tho ≻ he’ll make sure you know that he finds it really hot that you got yourself so worked up over his cock that you couldn’t help but make a mess!!

+

you’re bracing yourself on his shoulders as he holds your hips tightly. soft moans and cries of his name escape your lips as you ride him, his cock filling you up so perfectly while he doesn’t do anything. he lets you do as you please, merely helping you keep your balance along with occasionally cupping your pretty tits that bounce perfectly in his face.

“i’m gonna cum,” you gasp suddenly, shoving a hand between your thighs to circle your clit.

he nods, a lazy smile crossing his face, “yeah, baby, play with that pretty clit and cum for me.”

you whine, your head falling back as you sob through your pleasure. it comes in waves, making you tremble and cling to him as your high washes over you.

he curses, suddenly pounding into you from beneath you. you squeal, clawing at his shoulders as you gush around him, making a complete mess over his cock and abdomen.

he laughs as he falls limp, staring at the dripping cum you left all over him, “is my cock that good that you just make a huge fuckin’ mess? hm? i didn’t even have to do anything,” suddenly, he slaps your thigh, “keep riding me, want you to do that again.”

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[erodasfishtacos]

Could you do a blurb of mlb!Harry and y/n doing an interview with a magazine and they talk about how they met, how he decided he wanted to play baseball professionally, being a father and mother and winning the championship

thought this was a cute idea

okay! ive gotten a ton of requests. im going to do it in an article format.

It’s for Times Magazine - he’s over the cover - with the title - A Legend Among Us.

Tom is the interviewer

—

Harry had welcomed me up to his house for the interview. A beautiful sprawling mansion nestled in the woods near a lake in New York - right outside the city where he played.

As soon as I walked in, the house was warm and felt like a well-lived in house. The baseball player had apologized for the small littering of dump trucks, barbies, and blocks that were left behind.

We sat down outside on the patio, it was cool, and Harry was dressed in a Yankees hoodie and Nike shorts - sponsored by them of course.

Harry was actually Nike’s biggest money making sponsor due to his merchandise and memorabilia with the company.

I could tell Harry was relaxed, a carefree smile on his face opposed to the scowl he had when he was on the mound.

There were toys scattered on their pristine green grass, a massive pool, jungle gym, and sandpit - a child’s dream.

Harry cracked a joke that the landscapers hate cutting their grass because of all the toys in the way.

Tom: Mr. Styles - a pleasure to sit down with you. I’m a bit starstruck if I’m honest.

Harry: [laughs] it’s no problem. Thanks for agreeing to come up here.

Tom: It’s a beautiful piece of property.

Harry: Yeah, I love it. My wife picked this house out and she has way better taste than me. She did good.

Tom: Let’s talk about her. How long have you been together?

A soft look appears on Styles face as soon as he starts speaking about her.

Harry: We’ve been together ten years, married for eight now - just celebrated our anniversary a month ago.

Tom: That’s impressive, especially for a sport man like yourself.

I realize that what I had said hadn’t sat right with the baseball player. His tone comes back much sharper with me.

Harry: I don’t need to be rewarded or praised because I’ve stayed loyal to my wife. Just because of my job doesn’t make me a scumbag.

Tom: I apologize. It’s just that you constantly have beautiful women chasing after you.

Harry: Okay? Have you seen the woman I’m married to? She’s fucking gorgeous. There’s a reason we have four kids, can’t keep my hands off her.

Tom: Four kids - three boys and a girl, right? Tell us their names and ages, maybe something about them, if you would.

Harry: Our oldest is Easton, he is six and a half, and is definitely is a little leader. He doesn’t take shit from anyone and bosses all his siblings around. He’s the most like me.

Tom: Is that good or bad?

Harry: [laughs] If you ask me, I’d say good. If you ask my wife, she would say no.

Tom: Then Cash?

Harry: Yeah, he’s four. He’s the comedian. He is such a free spirit, easy-going, and always being silly. He craves attention and always gets it.

Tom: He sounds like a good time.

Harry: He is. Then Ezra who is two and just a sweetheart. He’s sensitive, very caring, but also nervous like none of my other kids are.

Tom: Does that make it harder for you?

Harry: Not at all. I’m just really protective of him.

Tom: That doesn’t surprise me.

Harry: Then we have Briar. Our little girl, she’s about three months old right now. We’re still getting to know her but she is a carbon copy of her mama.

Tom: Interesting. All your boys look exactly like you.

Harry: It was amazing to see those boys come out looking like me. I am man enough to admit I sobbed when I saw how gorgeous she was like her mother.

Tom: Wrapped around your finger, huh?

Harry: Just like her mama. Completely whipped for them.

Tom: What’s the secret that you’re hiding for such a happy marriage?

Harry appears thoughtful for a moment, reaching to take a swig of his protein drink as I take the opportunity to sip the expensive tasting sparkling water he’d offered me.

Harry: She is always making me work for it. In the best way possible. I mean I’m constantly chasing after her. She still plays hard to get like she did before we started dating.

Tom: I think most people would assume it was the other way around.

Harry: YN is the best fucking wife. I mean incredible, honestly. She’s the best mama to our babies. It would be impossible for me to not being head of heels for her.

Tom: What’s it like being a father?

Harry: [laughs] It’s the best. I thought baseball was the best job out there but it isn’t. I love being a dad. I would have a full baseball team if the missus would let me.

Tom: I mean baseball is a pretty good gig, right? You are the highest-paid player in history. You have also broken a massive amount of records that people thought were impossible to beat.

Harry: [his smile becomes a bit cocky as he shrugs] As much as it will make people mad, it comes easy to me but I also work hard because I want to set a good example for my children.

*interview continues about baseball for a bit*

In the middle of a question about his favorite teams growing up, we are interrupted by their patio door opening and a child who looks exactly like Harry toddles over.

It had to be Ezra as Harry had told me the other two were at school. The two-year-old had obviously escaped his mother’s grasp as she is hurriedly rushing out after him.

YN apologizes with a exasperated laugh, a fresh baby tucked in a sling around her chest. Ezra gives me a unsure look before he’s crawling up his father until he’s settled in his lap.

Harry forgets the question, distracted as he helps his son get comfortable in his arms, and a hand coming to rub the boys back.

He is assuring his wife that Ezra is okay, motioning them over to give her a kiss before doing the same to his daughter’s forehead.

Harry: It’s about nap time for this one. [Harry nods down to his son who’s nuzzling into his chest]

I was hoping to get more from the baseball player but as soon as Ezra requests that his dad takes him for a nap - Harry is soothing and agreeing with his son.

He is soft with his son, voice turning into a hum that is vastly different from the rough rasp on the field as he curses out refs.

It was overall a great experience, to get a look into the life of Harry Styles. I was walked out with Harry toting a sleepy toddler on his hip.

I got in my car, observing the Porsche, Escalade, Range Rover, and Lamborghini truck that is a reminder of just how rich this man was.

And I can’t say I’ll ever forget interviewing the most talented sport player that we will ever see in our time and much more time to come.