#gimme the good brain chemicals

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[fushigurro]

i need to be creampied. for my health

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Watching Tumblr Activity eat itself in real time

[bruciemilf]

ACTUALLY, you guys WILL listen to my Bruce & Officer Martinez brain rot because they have Peak " grumpy sunshine " and " asshole sunshine" dynamic and I'm not letting it go

Here's the thing about Jim Gordon; He has patience; He has tact. But he's also a petty shit, and God almighty, he WARNED Batman to stop his solo crime busting for extra dangerous cases

So yes; He gestures to Martinez, sugar cream on his moustache, files overfilling his arms. He tries to wave. They fall everywhere. ''This is your divine punishment "

"... Did you really just refer to Martinez as a punishment?"

" Honestly, I'm just happy to be included!"

Martinez is still SUPER sketchy about Batman, but of course he freaks out in the Batmobile; Yes, it's from the back-seat, but it still MATTERS, - " You know, my aunt is actually a mechanic, and-"

And that's the second thing Bruce writes about him in his profile journal; First thing being 'Talks too much.' Second is Family man.

But he actually listens to everything because it's comforting to know Gotham allows some love to survive.

And Bruce REFERENCES all stories. When they investigate different sources he's like " This is a professional dismemberment. We should ask your brother's opinion"

" My brother?" " I'd ask mine, but I don't have one." " No asshole I mean - you know my brother's a surgeon? You listen to me?" " I always listen."

FIGHTING OVER THE RADIO! GIVE IT TO ME! BECAUSE YOU JUST KNOWWWW BRUCE PLAYS THREE DAYS GRACE AND SKILLET AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

" you listen to this shit??? Unironically?? THIS is REAL music" and then-

" GIMME GIMME GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT-"

And also a ton of Nicki Minaj. " PULL UP IN THE MONSTER AUTOMOBILE GANGSTA-"

Bruce almost rearranges his whole skeleton right there; Martinez eventually figures out that it's Bruce's special interest so he apologises, " I'm sorry I called you out on your terrible taste. We can listen to that Bridge song or whatever"

*shaking with rage* " It's. Not. Called. That."

Literally give me Martinez whining Bruce's ear off until they reach a drive through, and Bruce is just standing there like a STATUE

Martinez leveled up to front seats and is rubbing his hands together like a greedy gremlin, but Bruce does Not move. " Welcome to Bat Burger can I take your order? Hello?" And Bruce is just. Petrified

" Can I had- have, can I - um,"

" what was that?"

" ... Burger"

He pins Martinez face to headboard and makes him SWEAR he won't tell anyone about it but Martinez is too busy laughing his ass off

Martinez always talking about Bruce, - He gave my sister a job as a security guard after she got out of prison. Murdering her rapist, you know how it is

"... I don't, actually." " Well yeah, you grew up in the good part of town, probably" "There's no good part. Only good coincidences."

"... Oh yeah, you're DEFINETLY rich."

Martinez and Selina strangers to enemies, 500k words, slow burn.

Martinez is a dog boy and she's a cat girl. It was expected. She kicks his seat in the Batmobile and he readjusts his chair as LOW as possible just to annoy her

" Crazy cat lady KNOWS something. "

" Don't call her that."

" I don't have to, her smell does it for me, - wait. Are you... Are you HOT for her? SERIOUSLY?"

And so what if Bruce's fast feels hot under his cowl? " Now's not really the time for a jealous scene."

" Oh I'M not jealous, bro. She's in your pants, I'm your emergency contact and organ donor. We aren't even in the same highway."

" ...When did you do that?"

" We don't have time to talk about all that-"

Martinez super casually mentioning he knows Bruce's identity. " Thanks for your help, Mr. Wayne"

[SHOCKED SILENCE]

" How... How did you?"

" BRO. I'd know that jawline in death."

[darklydeliciousdesires]

A Wife’s Witness - A Guero/Reader One Shot Story.

Just a lil’ thing I had rolling around in my brain because of King Blorbo Boy Toy here, who is still refusing to move from the creative space in my brain! Enjoy :)

Words - 1,666

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You don’t question him as to why he smells like burned chemicals as he walks in, his lips finding the top of your head in a soft kiss. Instead, you witness his stripping off in silence, his clothes cast to the floor with careless abandon as he trudges to the bathroom, not getting on at him for being messy. When dread dances in his eyes, you see it. You’ve witnessed it too many times by now.

Nobody ever said being the wife of an outlaw would be easy.  

Removing his belt, knife and wallet from his jeans, you collect them as well as the rest of his clothes, hanging his kutte up, heading into the tiny laundry room off the kitchen and putting them all into the machine, figuring they could benefit from a separate wash. You add more detergent than necessary, knowing they will need it to combat the stench, hearing the shower turn on across the hall.

You hover, watching him link his fingers behind his head as the water cascades down upon him, a soft groan leaving his mouth as the tension in his body eases a little for the influx of hot water. He needs a minute. When his day weighs heavy on him, you see it. You’ve witnessed it too many times by now.  

Moving to the kitchen, you search the assembled bottles of alcohol, muttering a soft curse that you’re all out of his preferred choice, turning to the fridge to pull the vodka bottle out instead, pouring a large measure. Lingering there, the sound of the shower eventually being turned off is your cue to move, walking around to the bathroom, the sight of a damp Guero wrapped in a towel awaiting you.

Proffering the glass forth, you smile. “Sorry it isn’t your usual.”  

He puckers his lips at you, taking it gladly. “Baby, I’d drink your fucking nail polish remover right now if it’d gimme a buzz.” You laugh softly and he sinks the vodka in one neat gulp, wincing slightly, shaking his head in rapid motion. “Ugh. Isn’t my favourite, but it hit the spot.” He places the glass on the side of the sink, a weighted exhale leaving his chest as he reaches for you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Got my favourite right here.”  

You feel him smile against the side of your neck, a kiss laid where your pulse flutters gently, his shoulders easing as the warmth of you melts away the very last traces of everything that had weighed upon him.  

Turning your head, you kiss his cheek a couple of times, your fingers stroking soothing swirls across his back. “Want me to take you to bed?”  

He nods, lifting his head to look down at you. “Please. I need this day to end with something good.” When he needs to lose himself in you, you see it. You’ve witnessed it too many times by now.  

His towel is abandoned along the way, the naked press of his body against your back scintillating. His hands reveal you to his gaze as you reach the bedroom, lowering your long nightie, letting the silky fabric flutter down to pool at your ankles. Soft kisses press against your spine, his fingers stroking your arms before he turns you, mouth upon yours, your bodies entwined as you hit the bed below.  

Shower fresh skin blankets yours, your fingers combing through his wet hair, Guero shifting immediately, body crawling back, wasting no time in tease. He needs you, a mouthful of you, his tongue running a slow, firm lick through your folds without hesitation.  

“Mmm, not that I’m complaining,” you begin.

“Better not be,” he interrupts with a smirk.

You push yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him. “Shouldn't this be about me making you feel good?"

He pauses, his lips placing a single kiss upon your inner thigh, eyes already blown from lust. “This is making me feel good. Now, shut up, lie back and let me wreck you with my tongue.” You’re never one for taking instruction, but those kinds of demands are hard to argue against.  

His tongue begins moving in serpentine over your clit, evoking a gasp, the action repeated slowly as he slowly teases the pleasure from you. Starlight pulses through you as he begins to suck, and your hands go to his hair as your hips rise, his hands sliding beneath to cup your ass cheeks, bringing you closer to the fever of his mouth as he kneads you.

You feel your insides twist and bloom, a ragged pant exiting your parted lips at the feel of his tongue tip working your clit fast and hard, alternating to roll slowly, pausing to suck. The heat of it snaps over your skin, splitting your nerves as you cry his name, hands fisting in his thick hair.  

“Mmm,” he murmurs against you. “So fuckin’ hot when you lose control.” He brings his fingers to the trickle at your opening, your dew hot as he slides them within, his other arm curling around your thigh, hand splayed in a wide, firm press at your abdomen. You don’t know why that press always feels so exquisite, glimmers racing to your very marrow, all you care is that it does.  

This man, he has his repertoire so finely tuned to cater your desires that you often think he somehow crawled beneath your skin to gather that information, to elicit a touch so perfect, drawing moans from you as his fingers sink deep, have you fluttering, his tongue rapid over your engorged little clit.  

“Guero, please. I need...”

He moves to kneel before your shaky, splayed legs, grasping his cock, stroking the head over your sodden folds. It burns a nirvana through you, just feeling him slide against your heat. “Yeah, I got what you need, baby.” The head of him snags at your opening before he’s parting you, your cunt suddenly very full, a shuddered breath leaving his mouth as he feels your walls hug on him, that aqueous velvet clench dizzying to his senses.  

You squeeze on him, and he pushes deeper, a bonfire of pleasure crackling through you as he leans to offer kisses steeped in filthy heat, moans spilling from his lips to yours like wine, his hands clasping your face. “Fucking love you so much.”  

Your eyes return the sentiment and so much more, your mouth hanging agape as he shows no mercy in beginning to pound you into the bed, your cries filling the room, hands tight upon his forearms. His cock scrapes sparks through your walls, spearing you hard, watching your face contorting in the ecstasy of taking the storm that is him inside of you.  

Lightning begins to flicker as he thumbs at your clit, a wet drag sending sizzling sensations skittering through your veins, the thick of him splitting you wide as you pant, your hands trawling over his body. He’s a decadent feast for your eyes, lean muscles decorated in a blanket of tattoos, his dark eyes focused upon you as your hands clasp upon him.  

You pull him into messy kisses, his forearms balancing his weight, mouth kissing a smoky path to your neck, teeth sharp as his cock glides effortlessly into your silken heat. His groans fill the air, sharp snaps of his hips sending you reeling, a wet suck from plump lips making your nipple furl. The soft bite he places upon your pebbled peak has you arching into him, his hands stroking scorching paths over your skin, rutting you a little faster as he begins to chase the light he can feel sparking in his depths.  

A sudden change of mind has you feeling bereft when he pulls from the clasp of your cunt, your soft whine sounding your reluctance to lose him. “S’okay, beauty. Just wanna feel this pretty little pussy gush on my tongue before I fill it with cum.”  

If there are erotic intentions you are fonder of hearing, he is yet to speak them.

His tongue is like a whirlwind upon your clit, his fingers holding you spread, heat snapping through you as he beckons forth your release, the noise of his mouth on your cunt sinfully dirty as he licks and sucks, groaning hungrily against the wet of you. “Yeah, baby. Gimme all those pretty moans.”  

You offer him an aria of bliss as each lick speeds you to full burn, the sizzle of pleasure roaring until you’re at full blaze, crying helplessly as every roll of that clever tongue sends you into orbit, Guero the sun, his heat lighting you up into a full blaze of dawn.  

You’re given no time to recover from such an earth shattering high, his cock arrowing into you once more, the filthy sound of his fuck echoing off the walls as he rails you voraciously. His hands grip yours, bringing one to his mouth, sucking your fingers as his eyes burn with dark fire. It feels like he’s remaking you around him as he grinds you deep, bliss fizzing to your bones, his muscles tightening as he groans wantonly around the suck upon your fingers.  

Pulling them from his mouth, you receive his body in your arms, nails dragging his back, another rolling orb tumbling down your spine, little pricks of pleasure coaxing another undoing from you as the fervid culmination strikes you both. You pant against kisses full of love and filthy indulgence as he sinks his release into you, his clammy body slowing, yet he doesn’t stop. Each wave of bliss flutters through you before his cock finally stills, his cum leaking from you, forehead rested to your shoulder.  

“Better now?”

Inky eyes look down upon you with adoration, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Always am when I’m inside you.”  

It’s true, this is no mere orgasm drunk pleasantry. You know because see it in his face, feel it in his body. You’ve witnessed it too many times by now.

[tf2-oneshots]

sniper shares weed with scout and they do stupid stuff and kiss (no sex pls)

Weed time

Warning: weed mention

Rating: Teen and up

Two joints are pulled out from a drawer in Sniper’s van. The Aussie pulls a lighter out from his shirt pocket, sticking one joint into his mouth to light it. The second is handed to Scout who sits in the van’s booth. Joints pressed together, Sniper lights the American’s before exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“This stuff gonna make us act crazy?” Scout inhales, letting it sit in his lungs before blowing out the smoke. He taps a finger against the table, impatient to see what the affects will be. Will they pass out? Try to make cookies at 2am? Have an existential crisis that leaves them freaking out on the floor?

“Probably. Pauling said she bought a fridge just to make a castle from the box.” The poor woman shamefully returned her impulse purchase with a fumbled excuse of it being too big for the kitchen. Initially, it was a great idea to bring her G&G game to life, except for the fact that she already had a brand new fridge from another weed induced splurge. That box was turned into a boat.

“Good thing I wrote down Spy’s credit card info.” The two laugh, tapping their joints together like wine glasses before taking long inhales. Sniper slides into the booth, welcoming his yank of a lover into his arm. Scout rests against Sniper’s chest as they wait for the chemicals to seep into their brains.

Twenty minutes go by. If you asked Scout if he was high right now, he would deny it. It would take him multiple tries and several tangents to achieve, but he would deny it. This doesn’t change the fact that he’s standing in front of Sniper’s dream catcher and staring into it.

“Bloody hell are you doing?” Sniper is laid out on the floor, joint smoked with its remains in an ashtray along with his regular cigarette butts. His vest was discarded from how warm and clammy it made him feel. He really hates being warm and clammy. Speaking of clams, he’s kinda in the mood for seafood right about now.

“I’m watching your dreams, dude. Crazy stuff in here.” Scout stares at the criss crossing white thread. He slowly blinks, mesmerized by whatever it is he’s imagining. His eyes are bright red and hooded, fighting to stay open. Scout doesn’t wanna pass out with a high this good.

“What?” It comes out as a stifled laugh. Sniper rolls to his side, chuckling at the thought of Scout watching all of his weird dreams. The fish people one, the one where he lived with a wallaby, and many more. Sniper stands up only to immediately fall over and cackle. He tripped on his own hat! Its only now that he realizes that he wasn’t wearing the damn thing.

“You good, babe?” Scout snorts, watching his boyfriend roll around and laugh. The strange behavior ends up causing his own laughing fit that beings him to his knees. He crawls to Sniper, falling to the floor as the couple continue their ceaseless giggling. They manage a few short breaths of silence only for their laughter to immediately resume.

“Stop! Stop, dude, I’m—I’m gonna pee!” Scout clutches his stomach and kicks his legs. At that comment, Sniper holds out one of his jars. This only makes his lover laugh harder and smack his hand against the floor. Scout practically screams into the carpet as his body shakes.

The only thing that stops their laughing fit is hunger. Scout takes out a cooler they had stashed earlier knowing how the munchies can be. Two wrapped hoagies are pulled from the ice along with soda and an iced coffee. Sniper sets several cartons of cookies, muffins, and cupcakes onto the kitchen table. Not even waiting for Scout, he takes a massive bite into a chocolate chip muffin.

“Gimme one.” Scout reaches for a muffin, but Sniper pushes them away. He continues eating the treat, ignoring how badly he needs a drink to wash it down. Scout holds up his iced coffee, taunting him with the bitter brew. He reaches out, but the American tries to snag a muffin! Oh, no. Sniper bought them, so Sniper gets to eat them.

“You’re so freaking greedy when you’re high!” Scout is offended by the man blocking him from the food. Are they not dating? What kind of selfish man refuses to feed his beloved boyfriend? Ignore the fact that Scout has two hoagies in his hand. He’s going to starve unless he gets one of those cupcakes.

After a bit of pouting and bargaining, Sniper relents and earns his coffee. He chugs half the bottle before taking another fat bite of food. This time into his deli sandwich. Scout somehow fits two cupcakes, his hoagie, and an entire can of soda into his lean body. Of course, he continues eating. He’s just so hungry!

When their meal is no more than crumbs on plates, the couple decide to climb to their bed. Its as cramped as ever, but it beats the floor. At least now they have a new mattress pad to soften the hard surface. The old one had worn down over the years, but the stubborn Sniper refused to let go of it until Scout complained enough times about back aches.

As they cuddle one another, they share soft kisses from their foreheads to their chins. Scout traces the lines in Sniper’s hand with his thumb while the man happily explained their meaning. While not one to believe in most mysticism, it was still interesting. Hell, if he can believe in dream catchers and aliens, what’s the harm in thinking a few lines in his palm have meaning?

Scout on the other hand was growing tired. Too tired to keep his eyes open. The hand rubbing his back was no help either. Although he tried to fall asleep, he just couldn’t. His mouth kept moving despite his attempts to still it, and his eyes just didn’t want to stay closed. Quite the conundrum for the poor man.

Weed is cool and fun -H

[m3zzamorphic]

Shit is rough for me right now but Diablo 4 comes out next month and my favorite kpop group is releasing a new album a few days before that. Gimme those good brain chemicals🤌🏻

[real-fanta-sea]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨

oh my, I didn't get a notification for this ask else I'd have answer sooner 😨 so sorry! and thank you for this sweet ask 🤗 Here are the 5 songs I listen to: Cigarettes After Sex - Nothing's gonna hurt you baby Jane's Addiction - Summertime rolls My Chemical Romance - The Sharpest Lives Ben Lukas Boysen & Neil Cowley - Ascent Rammstein - Puppe Summer feel-good bonuses (because rules were made to be broken and I love boasting about music, alright? 😁) Wasuremono - Are you OK? The Wombats - Let's dance to Joy Division I Want Poetry - Islanders Laura Branigan - Self Control Fleetwood Mac - Go your own way ABBA - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (a man after midnight) King Princess - Prophet Dire Straits - Money for nothing Van Halen - Jump Hania Rani - Eden Airbourne - Runnin' Wild American Breed - The Brain Cook da Books - The lookout is out Plastic Bertrand - Ca plane pour Moi The Box Tops - The Letter Journey - Any Way You Want It Dolly Parton - 9 to 5 Juice Newton - Queen of hearts Queen - We Will Rock You (BBC Session / October 28th 1977, Maida Vale 4 Studio) Barry Manilow - Mandy Deep Purple - Child in Time Greta Van Fleet - When the curtain falls Dario Marianelli & Jean-Yves Thibaudet - Dawn Caravan Place & Eminem - Lone Slim Shady electro swing remix Colony House - O YA

Thank you for this opportunity to flood my mutual's feeds with my absolutely all-over-the-place taste! 😀 maybe I'll add some more later (maybe a spotify playlist would be best?)

[lindwur]

Because I'm thinking about OC playlists here's Galama/Jackie's playlists because his is the most refined outta all of them I just need to compile this somewhere

Galama Clade (Unknowing, self-sabotage, the feeling of being dangerous to everyone and yourself):

SIAMES: Mr. Fear

SIAMES: As you get high

The Dear Hunter: Look Away

Simon & Garfunkel: The Sound of Silence

Forrest Day: Sleepwalk

Cosmo Sheldrake: Linger Longer

The Hat ft Father John Misty: The Angry River

Lera Lynn: My Least favorite Life

Maroon 5: Animals

The Aviators: Godhunter

The Dear Hunter: Whisper

Bronze Radio Return: Everything Moves

Poets of the Fall: My Dark Disquiet

Molina: Hey Kids

Muse: Supermassive Black Hole

ABBA: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A man after midnight)

Boney M: Rivers of Babylon

SAINT MOTEL: A good song never dies

Barns Courtney: Glitter & Gold

Cranberries: Zombie

Jackie Bell (Ruthlessness, and feeling of settling from a violent past but still a lil Criminal as a Treat):

Sam Tinnesz: Wolves

SIAMES: The Wolf

Zack Hemsey: Don't Get In My Way

Zack Hemsey: Nice To Meet Me

Poets of the Fall: Angel

2WEI feat Joznez, Kataem: Juggernaut

2WEI: Kill the Crown

Andy Mineo: Who's gonna stop me?

Ugly Casanova: Pacifico

Toto: Hold the Line

Toto: Africa

Elton John: Yellow Brick Road

Aerosmith- Dream On

Queen: The Show Must Go On

Coyote Kisses: Six Shooter

Caravan Palace: Lone Digger

Unlike Pluto: Everything Black

NIGHT RUNNER: Magnum Bullets

Bones UK: Dirty Little Animals

Brain & Hoober: Phenomenon

And just because @chocolatewoosh asked about it, Trouble's Playlist even tho it has some Common Choices in it

Trouble Mazerunner (Energy, mania, self-confidence in the face of overwhelming odds, fractured ego)

Marina and the Diamonds: Oh no!

Freak Kitchen: Freak of the Week

Audio Android: You Only Live Once

Cosmo Sheldrake: Come Along

Mgmtmusic: Little Dark Age

2Wei: BURN

Tommee Profitt: It's Got My Name On It

My Chemical Romance: Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

The Orion Experience: The Cult of Dionysus

Magic: The Gathering Arena OST: Izzet Theme

The FatRat & Maisy Kay: The Storm

Magic the Gathering OST: Nails & Kneecaps

Oh the Larceny: Another Level

The Everlove: I'm Dangerous

Neoni: Loser

Neoni: MACHINE

Tommee Profitt feat SVRCINA: My Domain

2Wei: MAD WORLD

The Binding of Isaac: Repentance OST: Non Funkible Token

Magic the Gathering: Arena: Ravnica Battle

[nightphoebe]

*kicks down literally every door in my way* 'TIS THE SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!

[kvotheunkvothe]

sure people talk about the dangerous addiction of drugs or whatever, but have you ever put together a 1000+ piece puzzle and felt that snap when the exact piece you were looking for perfectly fits?

[victorianghost]

There's some good content today and I wonder if it's because of my almost 3am sleep evasion.

[fall-out-boytoy]

Invader Zim playlist sharing time!!

It's shuffleable, just play the first song first! On second thought you probably SHOULD shuffle it, I didn't sort this at all. If you have any suggestions GIMME!

List of songs w/ short, sometimes witty, and sometimes rambly explanation:

"Invader Zim (From "Invader Zim")" by Geek Music - it's LITERALLY the theme song.

"Touch Tone Telephone" by Lemon Demon - do I even have to say anything at this point?

"Bulletproof Heart" by My Chemical Romance - zim and dib Vibes

"You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by the Offspring - zim singing to dib, perhaps? "And no one even knew, it was really only you"

"Alien Boy" by Wipers - title says it all, 'tis zim

"Cabinet Man" by Lemon Demon - GAZ

"Planetary (GO!)" by My Chemical Romance - vibes

"No Eyed Girl" by Lemon Demon - zadr from dib's perspective

"Really Cool Wig" by Lemon Demon - zim's disguise

"The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny" by Lemon Demon - zade. rather predictably this playlist is heavy on the lemon demon

"The Greatest Show - Bonus Track" by Pentatonix - have some meta! Also, yes, it's the Pentatonix version because I like them

"E.T." by Katy Perry - incredibly cheesy zadr

"Cryptid Hunt - Demo" by Averno, Sushi Soucy - swollen eyeballs and dib vibes

"We Will Commit Wolf Murder" by of Montreal - zadr duet!

"Bad Romance" by Halestorm - zadr

"I Miss the Misery" by Halestorm - yet another zadr

"A Mask of My Own Face" by Lemon Demon - zim's disguise

"Basket Case" by Green Day - when I first heard this I went "hmm yes, zim" but upon further reflection it probably applies to dib even more

"Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)" by My Chemical Romance - vibes

"Lifetime Achievement Award" by Lemon Demon - I have absolutely no idea why this is on here, none of the lyrics fit, but it has some mighty good vibes. If you can think of a reason why it's on MY OWN PLAYLIST do tell!

"Miss The Misery" by Foo Fighters - zadr vibes

"Voodoo" by Get Scared - pilot dib if he was more paranormal and less real-sciencey. Banger song too

"Nemeses (feat. John Roderick)" by Jonathan Coulton, John Roderick - zad_. I'd specify a letter but it's kinda,,,all of them

"Eighth Wonder" by Lemon Demon - zim vibes. "I might be small but I am the eighth wonder, eighth wonder of the world." I have Plans to make an animatic of this eventually

"Machine" by Regina Spektor - computer/control brains vibes

"Aliens Exist" by blink-182 - DIB

"Lights Out" by Mindless Self Indulgence - the obvious choice for this one would be zim but it also applies to the tallest

"No Children" by the Mountain Goats - zadr

"Do It All The Time" by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - it has zadr vibes but, like, that specific type of zadr where they take over the world together

"Alien Freak" by K-Modo - It is LITERALLY about Dib. THERE'S A PICTURE OF HIM ON THE ALBUM COVER. I have Plans to make an AMV of this eventually

"Baby You're a Haunted House" by Gerard Way - idk it has zadr vibes

"Obsessed With You" by The Orion Experience - zim and dib, naturally. I have Plans to make an AMV of this eventually

"Bad" by Michael Jackson - zim vibes

"The Queen of White Lies" by The Orion Experience - vibes

"You're so Vain" by Carly Simon - zim thinks this song is about him

"I Love the Stars" by The Orion Experience - this song is definitely in the running for the zadrest song that ever zadred

"Ruler of Everything" by Tally Hall - hmm I wonder who this could ever refer to. hint it's not who you're initially thinking of. yes I am taking guesses, send it into my ask box

"There's No Love in February" by The Orion Experience - idk it has zadr vibes

"As Your Father I Expressly Forbid It" by Lemon Demon - prof membrane

"We Are the Ones" by The Orion Experience - vibes

"(You're The) Devil In Disguise" by Elvis Presley - zim's disguise, yet again

"I Can't Decide" by the Scissor Sisters - zade

"Choke" by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - vibes

"Leave Out All The Rest" by Linkin Park - zib vibes, as confirmed by zib expert @melodyofthevoid!

"Turn the Lights Off" by Tally Hall - just general vibes

"Necromancin Dancin" by Bear Ghost - raising the dead, hmm I wonder who that could ever refer to

"Revenge" by Mindless Self Indulgence - tak

"Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (feat. William Beckett)" by Set It Off - dib to zim, perhaps

"Knife Fight" by Lemon Demon - idk it has zade/f vibes

"Villain" by Stella Jang - hmm I wonder who this could ever refer to. hint it's not who you're initially thinking of. yes I am taking guesses, send it into my ask box

"Mastermind" by Mindless Self Indulgence - zim vibes

"ANTI-HERO" by SEKAI NO OWARI - dib vibesss

"Teenagers" by My Chemical Romance - gaz and dib and zim and also maybe tak. but like, aged-up. look I just like mcr okay? okay

"I Threw Glass at My Friend's Eyes and Now I'm on Probation" by Destroy Boys - zim and dib vibes

"The Sharpest Lives" by My Chemical Romance - *looks at whatever the hell this song is* hmm yes zadr look it mentions both "empires" and "vampires" and that's good enough for me

"Problems" by Mother Mother - zadr vibes, perhaps?

"Wrecking Ball" by Mother Mother - zim

"I'm Gonna Win" by Rob Cantor - zim

"Sarcasm" by Get Scared - just general vibes

"Oh No!" by MARINA - zim vibes, perhaps?

"It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" by R.E.M. - I could go off about how the random nature of this song reflects the random nature of Zim's plans, and how the chorus/title reflects Dib's increasing lack of caring, but instead I'll just say "vibes" again

"Kiss With A Fist" by Florence + The Machine - hmm yes zadr

"I Hate Myself for Loving You" by Joan Jett - hmm yes zadr fun fact I can play this song on bass

"You Give Love A Bad Name" by Bon Jovi - hmm yes zadr gotta stuff this playlist with classic rock as well

[a-solitary-marshmallow]

Rewind Chapter 10 - A Well-Deserved Rest

Me: "Now that we're reaching the end, the chapters will come a lot faster" :) Me now, a month later, sweating: "Okay so that was a lie"

My bad! Been pretty busy and I completely forgot to update this fic. Welp, hope you guys enjoy the chapter <3

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Stan’s awareness came back to him in little bits. The first thing he noticed was what his skin stung all over – like when he and Ford had gotten sunburnt on the beach, back when they first found the Stan ‘O War. It hurt when he moved his face. The next thing that came to him was the feeling of sticks and leaves and snow under his knees. His breaths were rasping in his throat, and sparks pitter-pattered to the ground before him. Ford’s fingers were digging into his arm and there was a triangle-shaped sunspot in his vision where the explosion had burned into his eyes. His heart was pounding, probably full of that chemical Ford talked about one time – ad-reny-lin?

“Oh mah lord!” Fiddleford’s voice sounded, muffled in Stan’s ears, high-pitched and breathless. “Oh my – are you two alright? Stanley, Stanford? Yer okay, right?”

“Um.” Stan did a quick mental once-over. “Yeah. I’m good.”

He tried to wriggle out of Ford’s grip but his brother was holding tight, breaths coming quick and fast. Stan managed to twist around to catch sight of Ford’s stunned expression. His cheeks and nose were a sunburned pink and he stared at where the triangle had just been with wide eyes.

“Ford, let me go.”

“What?” The scientist blinked, before quickly realizing who had spoken and bursting into action. “Stanley! Are you hurt? You were so close to the explosion-”

Before Stan could speak up Ford had adjusted his grip, grabbing Stan’s shoulders to scan him for injuries. Stan took the opportunity to look around. The whole clearing was kinda scorched, snow steaming where Bill had been only moments ago. The smell of burning filled his nose and he wrinkled his face up in displeasure, which only made it sting more.

And there was someone rushing towards them – Fidds! The thin scientist clutched the rifle to his chest with bandaged-up hands as he sloshed through half-melted snow.

Ford was still fussing, like their mother used to when one of them came home with a scraped knee or bloody nose. Stan pushed his hands away (one of which was bleeding through a temporary bandage, what happened to his hand???) “Ford, getoff! I’m fine.”

Ford snatched his hands back, a weird look on his face, before his eyes lit up as Fiddleford reached them. He grinned up at his old friend with something like amazement, and for a moment he looked kinda how Stan remembered him – a kid, all full of excitement and curiosity and shiny eyes.

“It worked. I can’t believe it worked!”

“Ah’m just glad I hit the bugger.” Fiddleford’s voice was still high and reedy – at least, more so than usual. “Look, I’m happy yer okay and all but let’s take this back to the house. Who knows what creepy things are hidin’ out here in the woods.”

Ford stood and the adults started talking about boring things. Stan did not get up yet. He took a deep breath and felt his heart rate begin to slow and suddenly realized that he was very tired.

It seemed kind of… anticlimactic, if Stan was being honest. He was expecting a huge showdown, during the pouring rain or a snowstorm, with fire in the background and maybe some lasers and explosions.

Instead he got a bully of a demon, scraped knees and Ford clutching him like his life depended on it.

Once Stan stood up, he quickly realized that those warm and fluffy boots Bill had created had disappeared alongside the demon, and his feet were numb again. It figured. He could probably walk back, but it would hurt like crazy. How long did it take to get frostbite? If he lost a toe or something it would be pretty cool. Babes loved scars, right?

Then again, seeing how every bone in his body felt like it was made of lead and his eyelids kept drooping shut on their own, maybe he couldn’t walk all the way back. He rubbed an eye with his fist and cast a glance at the two adults nearby – Ford insisting that the other man needed to go to the hospital to get his burns treated, Fiddleford retorting that he, in fact, did not. Fidds wouldn’t be able to give him a lift, not with how both his hands were injured.

Stan cringed. It was his stupid fault that Fidds had been hurt at all – he’d gotten burned trying to fix Stan’s dumb mistake. If Stan had just used his brain, not been such a moron, not messed with Ford’s experiments, then none of this would have happened in the first place. Why did he ever think he could help? Stan was just a no-good ignoramus like Pa always said-

“Stanley?” Ford was looking at him now, concern in his eyes, and Stan swallowed down his shame and instead reached out with grabby hands. Ford choked.

“My feet hurt.” Stan said flatly as a way of explanation. “Gimme a lift.” If Ford really felt sorry for saying all those mean things, then didn’t he owe Stan that much? That was how the adult world worked, right?

His brother had a confused look on his face, something that would have been funny if Stan was not falling asleep on his feet and feeling very cranky. “I – I don’t want to push your boundaries. I know I haven’t been fair to you recently, and if you don’t want me to touch you-”

“Ford I’m gonna get frostbite.”

“It’s – what do you – you’re not wearing shoes!”

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The doctors at Gravity Falls hospital were fairly used to Ford turning up with the strangest injuries. Of course, he only went there when Fiddleford insisted. The man was terrible at following his own advice though, so Ford had to bully him into getting his injuries checked out as well. The only qualified doctor there (he was assuming the pixies that worked out of the hospital’s parking lot didn’t have valid medical licenses) took one look at the party and waved them in with a sigh.

While Ford and Fiddleford faced their treatment, Stan refused to be awake. The child had fallen dead asleep on Ford’s shoulders soon after they left the scorched clearing, and proceeded to snore in his ear the whole way to the hospital. After a quick examination (made more difficult by Stan sleepily waving away the annoyed nurse) he was declared just scraped up and ‘sunburned’. Ford, on the other hand, was subjected to the time-wasting procedure of getting stitches. Honestly, the wound wasn’t even that big! Sure it hurt, but a few painkillers and he would be back at peak condition.

Stan did not wake up on the way home. He also did not wake up when Ford placed him into his bed and tucked the blankets up to his chin. Fiddleford, hovering behind Ford anxiously, peered over his shoulder at the snoring boy.

“Is – is he okay? He’s sleepin’ awfully heavy there Stanford, are ya sure he didn’t hit his head at all?”

Ford let out a snort, fiddling with the bandages wrapped around his injured hand. “Are you kidding? Stan always sleeps like the dead. He once slept through an explosion when I messed up my chemical formulas in high school. His bed had ash on it. When he woke up the next morning he asked me where my eyebrows were.”

Fiddleford quirked an eyebrow. “Well, I guess we don’t need to worry about wakin’ him up. Come on down to th’ kitchen now – I think we need to have a talk.”

“…about what?”

Fiddleford fixed him with a stare and Ford wilted. “How about the demon ya summoned? All that junk with the portal? How yer brother got turned into a kid and ended up havin’ to shoulder all this? Or about watchin’ me go half mad and not thinking that, just maybe, the whole portal deal was dangerous?”

Ford winced. Fiddleford patted him on the shoulder, lightly – an olive branch extended across the yawning chasm between them. Ford didn’t know how to begin breaching that gap.

“O’ course, you didn’t deserve what happened to you either. So for once let’s put aside the pride and stubbornness and just talk.”

His friend’s eyes were pale blue and determined, and his hands were still shaking, and Ford didn’t deserve this kindness. He nodded.

“Okay.”

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Stan woke up and immediately wished he was still asleep.

His skin stung all over, his face hot and itchy against the pillow he was curled up against. His feet ached and there was a crick in his neck, like he’d been thrown around on a rollercoaster. The sound of light scritching filled his ears – the scratching of a pen on paper from somewhere close by.

Being awake was overrated anyway. He tried to ignore the stinging and burrowed deeper into his blankets.

…nope, he was awake for good now. Darn it.

Stan peered up sleepily, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. Ford’s room again? This felt weirdly familiar, like when he’d first woken up in the future. And like that time Ford was across the room at his desk, scribbling away in his fancy journal.

Stan rubbed his eyes and slung his legs over the edge of the bed, carefully dropping to the floor below. It was cold on his aching feet but he could stand, which was a plus! So he probably didn’t have frostbite.

Stan yawned and headed across the room to where his brother was frantically journaling.

“Mornin’, Sixer.”

“Oh! Good morning, Stanley.” Ford clicked his pen and looked around. Stan muffled a shriek.

“Oh geez! What’s wrong with your face?”

Ford’s face was green and shiny and very not normal. The scientist rolled his eyes and explained as though it was obvious, “It’s just a burn gel. I developed it to be far more effective than the regular medicinal kind. Now that you’re awake, you should put it on too.”

Stan let out a nervous laugh. “Uh, no thanks, I think I’m all better now-”

Ford caught him by the shirt before Stan could bolt. He kicked and complained as his brother produced a tube of gel.

“Don’t you dare put that on me, it looks like snot-”

Ford smeared a bit on his cheek.

It… actually made the pain go away. Stan stilled as the cool gel took effect, numbing the stinging of his skin. Ford let him go and offered him the tube. Stan wanted to smack it out of his hands just to stop Ford making that smug face, but his skin really stung…

He took the tube.

“Better now?” Ford said, annoyingly smug. Stan poked his tongue out. “Very mature, Stanley.”

“I’m not the adult! I’m not supposed to be mature.”

“That’s very true.” Ford turned around in his chair and continued writing.

Once Stan was done covering his face in gross-looking gel he stretched up on his tiptoes to see what Ford was doing. The nerd had one of his journals and he was writing in a new entry, a bunch of crumpled-up pieces of paper littering the table. Even if Stan had been good at reading, he doubted he would be able to understand Ford’s loopy scribbles.

“Where’s Fidds?” Stan asked after a moment. Ford reached the end of the page and flipped over to a fresh one.

“He’s gone home to see his family. Now that Bill isn’t a threat anymore he wants to mend bridges, so to speak. I… also need to do that.”

Ford looked around to meet his eyes and ugh, he was going to say something sappy wasn’t he? Stan reached up to try and pull himself onto the desk, but he didn’t quite have the upper body strength and ended up kicking in the air. Ford sighed, brushed his journal to the side and lifted Stan into its place. He swung his legs awkwardly.

“…I have an apology to make.” Ford said eventually. Stan tilted his head. “Listen, Stanley. I’ve recently come to terms with the fact that I – well, I haven’t been fair to you. I let anger cloud my judgment for years, I valued that anger more than my own brother. I’m sorry.” Ford lifted a head to rub at his neck, eyes darting around the room but never landing on Stan’s face. “We’ve both made mistakes, obviously, and neither of us is without blame, but… ugh, that’s not how you apologize.” He seemed to pull himself together and try again. “What I’m saying is that I was unfair to you. I was hurt so I hurt you, and I think I may have ruined your life-”

Stan burst out laughing.

He didn’t mean to laugh, honest, but the sight of Ford’s nervous, sincere expression covered in green goo was just too much to handle. He tried to stifle his giggles with his hands, caught sight of Ford’s shocked face, and burst out laughing again so hard that his ribs hurt.

“I – this is funny to you? I’m trying to apologize-”

“No, it’s not that!” The hurt in Ford’s voice made everything a little less funny. Stan opened his mouth to explain, choked on his own spit and went into a coughing fit. It turns out, it’s hard to speak when you’re hacking your lungs up. Ford seemed to take pity on him and thumped him on the back until Stan could breathe again. “It’s just-” Another cough. “You look so funny, Poindexter.”

Ford’s eyebrows furrowed, and Stan pointed at his own green face to demonstrate.

“We look like ogres and you’re choosing now to be all sappy and sorry. I mean, you gotta see that it’s a bit funny.”

“…I suppose.” The corner of Ford’s mouth lifted and he didn’t look mad, so Stan took that as a win. He paused, trying to understand everything that Ford had just thrown at him. Most of it was just confusing, and Ford really seemed to have decide that the weird dreams were memories even though Stan didn’t get most of them. He wasn’t dumb though. That science fair thing actually had happened, with Stan ruining Ford’s project and getting kicked out. Reaching out to his brother and having the curtains being closed in his face – that had really happened.

As for the rest, all those dark and depressing ones, he kinda hoped they were just dreams. If they weren’t, if they were real, he wasn’t sure he wanted to live through them.

…no, wait. He already had lived through them, hadn’t he? He just couldn’t remember it. Because these were memories he’d lost and was getting back, Ford said so. Stan wondered what kind of person he’d ended up being. Probably cool and badass. With a sword. No, knuckledusters, those were way cooler! And maybe an eyepatch.

He got the sense that a grown-up him with all those memories and experiences would be angrier, but he couldn’t imagine any version of himself turning their back on their brother.

“I mean, I don’t think you ruined my life.” Stan reasoned, making Ford blink. “It was Pa that kicked me out, right?”

“But it was my fault-”

“And probably mine too. I make plenty of mistakes. You remember that time I kinda accidentally stole Pa’s medallion because I broke the case and panicked?”

Ford let out a little laugh. Stan reached out to punch him in the shoulder.

“Look, I dunno, I’m a kid. You gotta talk to grown-up me. But I’ll always forgive ya, Ford. Otherwise I’d be a hip-oh-crit.”

“The word is ‘hypocrite’.” Ford muttered quietly, and Stan could have sworn his brother’s eyes were pink and shiny. He decided to be very cool and nice and not mention it.

“But!” Stan pointed a finger at Ford’s nose and the man went cross-eyed looking at it. “I’m still mad about you being a jerk. You gotta make up for that.”

“…what do you want me to do?”

Hm. Stan hadn’t thought this far ahead. He paused as he thought. “You have to… take me on an adventure! And I get to ride on your shoulders and be tall whenever I want.”

Ford opened his mouth to argue, and then closed it again. Stan fist-pumped triumphantly.

“Yes! No takebacks! I wanna go beat up those unicorns!”

“Sure, Stan.” Ford let out a long-suffering sigh, but not the serious kind – the joking kind that meant he was having fun. It felt nice. It felt like coming home.

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May I? - 27/?

May I? - 27/?

Fic Summary: Ensign Faith Diaz struggles to hide her mental illness from her fellow shipmates aboard the Enterprise until an intrigued Data goes out of his way to try to understand her behavior. At his insistence, Faith tries to figure out what she’s truly passionate about and eventually seeks the professional help she needs. Fic Masterpost.

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Data/Female OC

Warnings: tw: depression, tw: anxiety, fluff, friends to lovers, eventual smut

The lights in the bedroom were dim but Data could still see the outline of Faith’s body by the moon shining through the blinds. Her back arched as he thrust into her from behind, his hands holding her hips for leverage. She rocked and moved with him, panting and twisting the bedsheets as she did. They had not done this position before and he found he quite liked the visual. And judging by the noises Faith made, he was sure she enjoyed it as well.

“Oh, Data!” she moaned.

The high pitch in her voice let him know he had found the correct angle. But her body did not shudder so he readjusted by a fraction of a degree. He earned a loud whine for his efforts and felt the way her body jolted in pleasure.

He calculated that at his current rate of speed if he maintained that angle and applied manual stimulation…

She feels so good.

The sudden stray thought interrupted his processes and he immediately froze. He had heard of humans experiencing such random thoughts before but he himself had not been able to replicate it on his own. To experience such a phenomenon himself had taken him by surprise. It was not just the appearance of the thought that struck him but the thought itself.

He had been enjoying himself as much as he can during their sexual acts. The smoothness of Faith’s skin had always intrigued him and the sensation of being inside her was not something he could quantify. And yet, his brain had decided that it felt good.

“Data?” Faith panted, craning her neck to look back at him. “W-Why’d you stop?”

“I had a thought.”

“Now?”

She did not normally get annoyed with him but it was evident by her tone that she was.

Data looked at her, bent before him, her buttocks flush against his lap, and the tantalizing dip of her spine as her top half rested on the soft mattress. Her wild hair was in her eyes and he reached out to push it away from her face as he draped his chest along her back. She whimpered when his breath ghosted across her ear.

“You feel good, Faith.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Wha…what do you mean?”

Data began to move again and though it was not the precise angle from before, Faith still responded to it. She moaned again, louder than before.  

“I am enjoying being inside you,” he went on. “I do not wish to stop anytime soon.”

Faith gasped and Data slid one arm around her chest so he could hold her as close as possible. She wiggled and moaned, rutting along with him as much as she could with the small space she had.

“Stars, Data! When you talk like that while moving like that…” She could not finish her sentence without moaning again.

“By my calculations and judging by our previous experiences, I estimate you can handle at least another two hours of sexual intercourse before requiring rest.”

“Oh god! Please don’t make me wait that long before I can cum.”

“I did not say you had to. In that time, you will experience several orgasms.”

He let her go so he could push himself up again. Minutes later, when her release took hold, she called his name louder than he had heard her done before.

They made love for as long as she could handle until she was a shuddering mess and her slow movements showed she was fatigued. Only then did Data finish, making sure to stay buried in her warmth until the moment of completion ended. It was an impulse that had developed over the course of their relationship, as he noted Faith seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.

Gently, he slipped out of her and laid on the bed, his hand running soothingly up and down her back. She did not move right away, only laid there spread out and panting.

“Faith, are you alright? Was that too long for intercourse?”

“I’m fine, just gimme a second.” Her words were slurred but he could still hear the satisfaction in her tone.

Eventually, she grunted and rolled over so she could face him. “Dear god, Data. That was the most intense lovemaking yet.”

“I am glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“And you did too apparently,” she said with a grin. “Did you really feel something or was that your attempt at dirty talk?”

“I was not attempting anything other than making you orgasm.”

“Mission fucking accomplished.”

“Did my talking elicit an arousing response?”

Still grinning, Faith drew closer, reaching down to take Data’s hand. She slid it between her thighs where he could touch the wetness there.

“Definitely.”

“Duly noted.”

He kissed her deeply while his fingers stroked the bundle of nerves that made her quake. She moaned, throwing her leg over his hip to allow for easier access. He had assumed she would need a break but it seemed his calculations were off.

He drew away from the kiss so he could study her expressions as he touched her. As many times as he painted her face, it was never enough. He never felt like he could truly capture what he saw when he looked at her. From the pinch of her eyebrows to the dip of her nose, to the way her bottom teeth dug into her full lip…it was all too beautiful to comprehend.

Data coaxed another orgasm out of her before she rolled into her back with a dreamy sigh.

“If this is what our vacation entails I’m mad I didn’t agree to take shore leave sooner,” she said with a satisfied hum.

Their shore leave had so far consisted of very little activity outside of their small stretch of beach

The first two days, they had taken the time to adjust to their surroundings and see what the hotel had to offer. There were numerous amenities, including a full-service spa, various small restaurants, and other recreational activities. Faith was not interested in most of them, except the spa where she had received a massage which she had described as leaving her boneless.

Other than that, the rest of the time was spent swimming or laying on the beach.

Lovemaking had also been a priority.

Data had noticed that Faith’s sexual appetite had greatly increased throughout their vacation. He concluded that since neither of them was constantly required to split their attention between their various duties, she was taking advantage of their alone time. Data did not nor would he complain. He was fascinated by the change in both of them.  

“I do not require rest and am happy to continue our sexual explorations during the time we have.”

“You’re too good to me.” She kissed him softly before forcing herself to sit up. “Mmmm, why can’t we just stay here forever?”

“I am assuming you do not actually mean forever.”

“I don’t. But it still sounds nice.” She draped herself across his chest, tracing the lines of his abdomen. Her wild hair and hazy eyes made Data stare, once again struck by her beauty.

“It does sound like an enjoyable way to spend our time. Though I do think you will grow mentally restless with nothing to do other than swimming and making love.”

“Probably. But it’s a sexy fantasy to have.”

“On that, I agree.”

They laid there for a time, Faith tracing her fingers across his skin while Data studied her. He was intimately familiar with all of her expressions. The one she wore now seemed hesitant, as though she wanted to say something but had not worked up the courage to do so.

“What is on your mind, Faith?” he asked, allowing one of her curls to wrap around his finger.

She smiled. “You and that positronic brain of yours.” She fell silent for a moment. “I have a present for you.”

This intrigued Data. It was not a special occasion or holiday so he had not anticipated receiving any gift. “I must admit I am curious. Why do you seem so worried?”

“I don’t know if you’re going to like it.”

“Faith, you should know by now that I greatly appreciate anything you give me, regardless of what it is.”

Her smile widened and she leaned in to kiss him before slipping out of bed.

“You did not have to go through the trouble,” he continued as he sat up.

She crossed the room to their belongings. “It wasn’t any trouble. Well, that’s not true. It was a little bit of trouble but I wanted to do it. I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you.”

She dug around in their bag for a moment before withdrawing something and hiding it behind her back. When she returned to his side, she said, “Close your eyes.”

Data promptly did as she commanded. Faith picked up his hand and placed an object into it. He knew by touch instantly what the chemical makeup of the item was so when he opened his eyes, he was not surprised to see a piece of neatly rolled paper, tied with a red ribbon.

“Thank you,” he said automatically.

Faith chuckled. “Open it, Data.”

Curiously, Data carefully untied the bow before unrolling the small scroll. He was surprised to find his own likeness staring back at him. The image had been carefully drawn in thick pencil, with smaller lines added to shade in and include minute details. While it was not an exact reproduction, it was fairly close.

“Faith? Did you draw this?”

She nodded with a proud smile, shoulders relaxing when she realized he liked it. “I noticed that you don’t paint yourself,” she explained, pulling her knees up to her chest. “I decided to try my hand at drawing, even took a couple of classes. What do you think?”

He had not known she had been taking drawing lessons. With their full schedules, he had not had the time to ask about any recreational activities. He had assumed since she was so tired, she did not have the energy. Now it seemed she had sought some out on her own.

“This is very good,” he said. And he meant it. “Your strokes and lines were done with confidence and precision and your attempt at shading was well-executed.” He felt a wave of affection and smiled at her. “Thank you. I have never received a gift quite like this.”

Faith beamed. “I’m so glad you like it. I know you love art and painting, and while it’s not really my thing I wanted to try. You’ve done so many wonderful paintings of me, I felt I should return the favor.”

“Perhaps we can hang it in our quarters when we return to the ship.”

“I would like that a lot,” she said. “Actually, I was thinking maybe you could do a family portrait of us. Me, you, and Spot.”

At the word “family”, Data tore his eyes away from the drawing. “Do you consider the three of us a family?”

“Well, yes. Don’t you?”

“I do. I appreciate that the sentiment is shared.”

He carefully placed the present on the nightstand as Faith made herself comfortable next to him. Drawing up the blankets, Data pulled her in close and settled against the pillows.

“Faith, may I ask you something?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“We have been a couple for several months now. When do you believe you will feel comfortable talking about the subject of marriage?”

Her head, which had been resting on his shoulder, snapped back so she could stare at him with wide eyes. “Uhh…what…when…” She struggled to speak. “You…want to marry me?”

“Is that not something you desire?”

“I’ve honestly never really thought about marriage.”

“Oh. I see.”

Faith sat up, placing a comforting hand on his chest. “But that was before!” she said quickly. “Before I met you and before we started our relationship. Marriage was never on my mind because, honestly, I never thought I would feel close enough or comfortable enough with someone to consider it.”

“Has that changed?”

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about what it would be like if we got married.”

Data placed his hand over hers. “I feel it prudent to let you know that I do intend to propose to you in the future.”

Faith did not do or say anything for thirty full seconds, except rapidly blink. Data gave her a curious look.

“For once, I am having trouble reading your expression,” he said. “Some help into what you are feeling would be appreciated.”

Faith smiled. “It’s one thing to think about marriage, it’s another to talk about it. The same as any other fantasy.”

“Does this change your mind?”

She shook her head, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “No,” she said. “It just makes the fantasy more of a reality, which is scary.”

“In what way?”

Faith sighed and curled up against him again. “In a fantasy, everything goes how you want it to. In reality, there’s a chance of making a mistake.”

“And you feel marrying me would be a mistake?”

“Oh, stars, no! I’d be the luckiest woman in the galaxy if I had a chance to marry you I just…” She struggled to find the words. “I guess, I’m just afraid that you’d eventually think marrying me was a mistake.”

Data was confused. He could not follow her logic. “I do not understand.”

“Data, these periods of anxiety and depression most likely will never go away. Which means I’ll be experiencing them throughout the rest of my life. The thought of you having to deal with that makes me feel so guilty.”

“I do not see it at ‘dealing’ with anything. They are a part of you. You are operating under the assumption that I regard this as a chore. I do not. I am sorry if I made you feel like it is.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Faith assured him, hugging him tighter. “I guess to me sometimes it feels like a chore. And I know in previous relationships I was told it was…”

Hearing these words made Data feel angry. Not the explosive anger he had experienced prior. A more subdued version.

“Whoever made you feel such a way was wrong!” he said, his voice taking on a stern tone. “Loving you is not a chore.”

Faith looked up, brown eyes wide. “Data…”

“Faith, you are a wonderful woman. I am the luckiest sentient being because I get to experience you. All of you. And I do not want to experience another.”

He kissed her forcefully, needing to show her how much he meant what he said. Within seconds he had her on her back beneath him, her hands running up his shoulder blades as she allowed him to deepen the kiss.

Though he had made love to her for hours, he could do so again. He wanted to do so

The tiny gasp that escaped her lips as he pushed into her was instantly swallowed by his kiss. Data went slowly, taking his time. He knew the speed that Faith liked, how deep she needed him to be to reach orgasm, but he was not thinking about her pleasure at that moment. He only thought of his own growing need.

Data buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her sweat-slick skin. He used to not understand how olfaction connected with sexual intercourse until he became sexually active with Faith. He then understood that it was connected to scene memory. Smelling Faith’s skin at such a close range, during such an intimate moment, brought to the surface memories of their numerous sexual encounters.

It made Data remember how she felt, how she yielded to his touch. How she sounded when he took her in his arms.

When he finally had his fill, his release came naturally. Faith lay sprawled beneath him, her brown eyes shining at him with hazy wonder as she dragged them open.

She reached up, pushing his hair back from his face, thumb stroking his ear as she tucked it back.

“Data,” she breathed in a soft voice. “Did you just…give into impulse?”

“I have given in to impulse before.”

“Not like that.”

He shook his head. “No, not like that. Was it…satisfying?”

“It was wonderful.”

“I did not hurt you did I?”

Faith smiled and shook her head. “No, you didn’t hurt me. Although now we definitely need a break because I am sore. Not in a bad way. In a very, very, good way.”

“You should sleep. You must be very weary.”

They settled into comfortable positions and Data turned off the dim lights, plunging the room into darkness. By then the moon was hidden behind clouds. But it was not the total darkness of space around them. Ambient light from outside gave the room shadows and it was not long before Data heard Faith’s breathing become slow and even.

She slept curled in his arms. Data held her for some time. He did not want to activate his sleep program. Rather, he decided to lay there and contemplate. After several hours, he extracted himself from her embrace. Silently, he stepped out onto the porch. The waves were close enough for Data to step down and be standing in the water.

He stared out at the vast ocean, understanding why Faith was drawn to such scenery. It was hard to think of anything else when faced with such an endless view.

In many of the outcomes, he calculated he saw Faith leaving the Enterprise in six-five point two percent of them. Of those scenarios, he joined her eighty-nine percent of the time. That number steadily increased as their time together grew.

It would not be long before it was one-hundred.

Of the scenarios where he did not immediately join her, he calculated he eventually would within a short period of time.

Either way, Faith was a part of his future. It was as he told her when he said he loved her. He could not see a future for him that excluded Faith.

Data stood watching the water until the suns began to rise. He knew Faith would enjoy the view so he went back into the cabin. She was still sound asleep, spread across the bed and tangled in bedsheets. He smiled at the image, having never seen Faith so relaxed.

He crawled back into bed, hovering over her. “Faith?” He drew back her hair away from her ear.

She stirred in her sleep, leaning into his touch. “Hmmm?”

“The suns are rising. It is a remarkable sight.”

She rolled onto her back, yawning. “You’re a remarkable sight.”

“Come see.”

She lazily lifted her arm and Data helped pull her out of bed. With the blanket draped around her shoulders, Faith shuffled outside with him. Together they sat on the top step, watching the sunrise and the tide pull back. Her head rested on his shoulder.

Data knew he would remember this moment. Not just because he remembered everything, but because of the significance. There were several of his memories of Faith which he had categorized by importance. This would certainly be one of them.

“What do you wish to do today?” he asked.

She slipped her arm through his. “Just this.”

Because he could not think of a better way to spend their time, he smiled. “If you wish.”

[ochrepup]

Me: Ah yes I’m an introverted person. Love me some alone time :)

Me after talking with somebody for an hour: YES GOOD BRAIN CHEMICALS GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME