#holy fucking shit i’m so glad i’m sober

[oatmilkandvellichor]

ya i’m not like other girls. my therapist in high school use to tell me all the time how much better i was than her other teenage patients bc they were ‘just rich drunk kids’ and i had ✨poverty trauma✨ and was sober. of course, i went home and celebrated my metaphorical A+ in therapy by drinking lean and tequila alone in my bedroom, but obvs that’s just cos i’m quirky and different

[claymorexpunisher]

She Might Be Your Girl, But She's Calling Me Daddy (18+ Fic) (Ch. 3/3)

I've accepted the fact that some ideas just have to be fleshed out into multiple chapters...Harper appears in one of my other fics, Liberacion, but I'm excited to write more for her. The possibilities are endless! Hope you all love her stupid ass. 💙

Disclaimer: All of the characters in this work of fiction are consenting adults. If the type of content I make sure to tag isnt your cup of tea, do not read it.

Pairing(s): Rhea Ripley/OFC

Summary: Harper and Rhea have gotten themselves into a messy arrangement that threatens to tear them apart... Will either of them get their shit together??

Tags: 18+, maaaybe some Daddy kink cuz like... have yall seen Rhea?? I haven't decided yet, though... consensual sex, friends with benefits, friends with benefits to lovers, angst. Looots of angst. And stupidity between two adults who are too chickenshit to just talk things through. You've been warned...

Word Count: 934

Corbs decided to host a party at his place and of course, we were all invited.

The incessant tension between Rhea and Danny reached a fever pitch from the moment we arrived at the get-together.

And the drinks we were all having certainly weren’t helping.

I was a bit tipsy myself, but I had abandoned the alcohol as soon as I felt the room spin even slightly.

I didn’t plan on getting sloppy drunk, especially with all this drama popping off.

I wanted to be as sober as possible so I didn’t say or do some shit that I might regret…

Well.

More than I’ve already done thus far, really.

‘’I’m sooo glad your mask has fallen off, mate. I really am. I was getting real sick of your ‘sweet churchboy’ act you were trying to pull off with everyone.’’ Rhea slurred angrily at Danny.

‘’Okay, can we not do this shit tonight? Cut it out.’’ Baron sighed, his shoulders tense and his features irritated, understandably so.

But Rhea and Danny completely ignored him, and they continued with their back and forth exchange that had been escalating through the night.

‘’You think I don’t know that you want my girlfriend?’’ Danny replied, slurring his words as well.

His unfocused gaze seemed to be searching Rhea’s for any reaction.

I sat next to Baron and sighed deeply as well, knowing that this wasn’t gonna end well.

‘’Seriously, guys. Enough.’’ I said, but they just pushed on like incessant children.

‘’Why? Does that bother you, Danny? What- you starting to think she’s getting under you to get over me and that bothers you? Threatens you?’’ Rhea smirked while the boys hissed underneath their breaths and I was looking for the nearest crevice to hide under.

Rhea’s words hit a nerve in both Danny and I for different reasons, but I certainly wasn’t expecting Danny’s response.

‘’Oh, please. I’m a god to her… she calls me Daddy.’’ Danny replied proudly, matching Rhea’s smirk as if he won the lottery.

As if he didn’t just say something completely fucking ridiculous.

Rhea wasn’t off the hook either, though.

‘’We didn’t need to know that…’’ Dom said awkwardly, the rest of the boys agreeing wholeheartedly.

‘’Danny…’’ Rhea chuckled.

‘’Somehow, I doubt that. But even if she did… just know that when she calls you that, she’s definitely not thinking about you, bro...’’ She said, laughing again at the stumped look on Danny’s face.

‘’Even if she- for some reason- breaks up with me for you. It won’t last. I give it a month tops… you’re not gonna ruin this for me, Rhea…’’ I heard Danny slur that last part lowly, almost as if talking to himself and thinking that he would go unheard.

‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ I piped in, hearing Corbs let out a soft ‘holy shit’ from his spot next to me.

I watched Danny go pale, realizing that in his drunk stupor, he had voiced his thoughts out loud.

‘’Nothing, babe… I’m so drunk right now…’’ Danny said, laughing softly as he rubbed his face.

But the damage was done.

I dropped Danny off at his place shortly after that.

With just those words out of Danny’s mouth, Rhea’s suspicions were confirmed.

His sudden desire to want to accompany me on the road wasn’t about wanting to be with me.

At that realization, I did feel a sting of hurt.

Call it ego or whatever, but it hurt.

But underneath that, there was relief.

I had found my chance.

My out.

And this time I wasn’t going to act aloof and dense, and I was going to take that out and run with it…

~~~

I broke up with Danny the very next morning.

I figured I wouldn’t keep either of us in suspense any longer.

He… didn’t react too kindly.

I ended up locking him in my home and staying in my car while I called Baron and then the cops to get Danny out of my house.

What I didn’t know was that Baron had also called Rhea.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a relief to see her as well after being scared out of my fucking mind.

They arrived together before the police, and I let them both into my car.

Only, the second Rhea took notice of the forming bruises on my arms, she began heading into my house and I followed behind her.

‘’Open the door, H.’’ She said, once she realized it was locked.

‘’I don’t want him to get away.’’ I said, looking at her and the front door wearily.

‘’He won’t... Open the door or I'll open it myself.’’ She spoke.

There was a viciousness in her eyes and in her posture that made me shake my head.

I wasn’t willing to let her soil her hands on my behalf.

Running on instinct, I did what I felt in the moment.

I kissed her.

I kissed her and I felt her anger slowly drain away, making way for a look of concern once the kiss ended.

‘’Get in the car, Rhea. I need you here. With me. Not in the back of a cop car for assaulting that douchebag… Besides… I did this to myself. You were right. I used him to get over you-‘’ I rambled.

Rhea shook her head and guided us to my car where Baron waited for us.

‘’Good. No one else is going to jail.’’ He said, making Rhea and I chuckle half-heartedly.

Then Rhea turned her serious gaze on me.

‘’This isn’t your fault. I don’t give a damn if you strung him along. He didn’t have to put his hands on you.’’ She said and Baron murmured his agreement.

‘’Yeah- everyone involved acted really fucking childishly… but it's not an excuse, the guy’s a nutjob.’’ He said.

After the cops arrived and took Danny away, I settled in my place with Baron and Rhea for a bit before Baron had to tend to his family a little later in the evening, leaving me alone at my place with Rhea.

We sat in silence for a moment, letting the events of the night before and today sink in.

‘’I’ve been really fucking stupid…’’ I said softly as we cuddled in my bed.

Sinking into her warm body in my bed was exactly what I needed.

‘’I wasn’t helping the situation either… I’m sorry.’’ she said.

I accepted her apology and pressed my lips against hers for the second time that day, moaning softly as her tongue brushed against mine.

Kissing her and being with her even after everything that’s happened still felt like the easiest thing on Earth.

And I couldn’t wait to have more…

I surprised Rhea by straddling her lap and I shivered as her hands rubbed up and down my thighs while she looked up at me with a lazy smirk.

‘’Why do you look so surprised, Mami?’’ I said, giggling softly as I let the nickname slip and pinning Rhea’s wrists to the bed in a half-hearted attempt at dominance.

‘’I figured you’d wanna just chill after the day you’ve had…’’ Rhea said, moaning softly as I laid hungry, open-mouthed kisses to her neck.

I let out of a soft ‘hmph’ as I continued staking my claim against her skin, grinding my clothed hips against hers.

‘’Now why would I give that asshole the satisfaction of me depriving myself from this?’’ I smirked, watching her eyes go heavy-lidded with lust.

I let out a surprised squeak as I was suddenly flipped onto my back and Rhea laid over me, between my legs.

Panting hard, I helped Rhea unbutton my shorts and slide them off, leaving me in a thin band tee and my panties as she took her time to explore my body with her hands, kneading my breasts underneath my shirt and running her nails lightly against my shivering skin.

‘’That’s fair, princess…’’ Rhea said as she lifted my t-shirt and ran her tongue against my stomach, making me giggle softly at the ticklish sensation.

Those giggles quickly melted into moans as her mouth traveled towards my breasts and she squeezed them firmly, pinching lightly as her fingers reached my nipples.

‘’You were very cute, trying to be all dominant.’’ Rhea laughed, but I couldn’t respond.

Not with the pleasurable sensations her mouth was giving me.

She chuckled again as I lightly pushed her head lower where I really wanted it, letting out a pathetic whimper.

Her tongue lapping against my clothed pussy was heavenly, but her tongue against my bare pussy made my body almost shoot off my bed.

‘’Yes, please… Rhea don’t- don’t stop, it’s so good…’’ I babbled, panting hard and trying to grind against her mouth, but her grip on my hips gave me no wiggle room.

Eventually, she moved one hand down to slide a finger into me as her tongue worked my clit, and I saw her eyes light up in satisfaction as she brought me closer and closer to the edge.

My thighs trembled, and my hands didn’t know where to hold on, going from gripping her hair, to gripping the sheets and back again.

‘’Oh my god… please!’’ I sobbed, not even knowing what I was begging for anymore.

And suddenly, it stopped.

‘’Whaaat…’’ I said, lifting my head as Rhea climbed off the bed to remove her clothes.

Chuckling at my confused expression, she winked at me.

‘’Relax, we’re not done. Are these good to use?’’ She asked after finding my toy chest.

My heart jumped as I watched her hold up a decent sized dildo along with a harness.

She laughed heartily as I got into position, playfully smiling at her as I flipped onto my stomach and elevated my hips, presenting myself to her.

‘’Yep! Grab the one on the left though, it’ll feel good for you too.’’ I said, pointing at a dildo with a vibrating piece attached to it that went inside the person wearing it.

I let out a soft moan as she brought her palm down on one of my ass cheeks, matching my playful grin.

Rhea grabbed the lube and saturated the toy after she got situated between my legs again.

‘’Oh, shit, that’s good…’’ I whimpered as Rhea slowly entered me, hitting my sweet spot just right in this position.

I encouraged her to go faster, and I was damn near mewling as she moved.

My moans grew louder as Rhea hovered over me, holding my wrists down on the bed as her hips pumped harder.

I moaned her name again and again, feeling myself get closer to the edge again as her lips traveled along my back, licking, biting, kissing along my warm skin…

Only this time, my orgasm bombarded me, making me blank out for a few seconds.

I could hear her reach her own orgasm and I laughed breathlessly as an overwhelming feeling crashed over me.

‘’Fuck, I’ve missed you…’’ I said, panting hard as I tried to regain my breath.

I let out a whooshing breath as Rhea planted soft kisses along a back, trying to catch her own breath as well.

‘’I’ve missed you too… dinner?’’ She said out of nowhere.

I turned my head to meet her eyes, laughing loudly at the innocent smile on her face as if she didn’t just fuck my brains out not even two seconds.

‘’You’re a fucking heathen, you know that?’’ I replied, shaking my head fondly…

(Prev. Part)

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

You saying that Yves is a expy of Leveret is so interesting because the way I see them, while their appearances and some of their mannerisms and styles are similar, I find their personalities kind of different (I know we only have one part of Bunny but still)

For example, I find that Leveret isn’t as tactful as Yves, like when he blurted out the readers name without them telling him what their name was, something that I can’t imagine Yves doing with the amount of preparations he does. I also get the vibe that Leveret may be way more spontaneous with touch and affection as compared to Yves always needing things to be on a schedule and at a given time.

Like I dunno, Leveret kind of has that bunny on the outside vibe where he’s super cute and nice on the outside but is probably twisted and dark on the inside, while Yves kind of has this lithe perniciousness about him on the get go and only shows his softer more vulnerable side to the reader as they get further in their relationship.

I guess I find them as direct inverses of each other in a way instead of derivatives, but what do I know I’m just a reader 😭. Ending my TED talk 🫡. Thank you for the wonderful OCs btw!

Ough shit i really left Leveret in thw box to rot 😭 i actually forgot his name frick

All i remembered was that he is fruity as fuck and downs mimosas like a champ, and has like similar appearances and a stalkerish weirdo

Like i guess how i saw Leveret and Yves is that they're the same text, different font, Leveret is Curlz Mt while Yves is Monotype Corvisa

Spoilarzz for Leveret/Bunny ahead and tw for sexual abuse mentions

Ur rite they're inverses now that i reread my fics, and my drafts too, so Leveret is originally supposed to be this loudmouth self serving horny rapist motherfucker who gets pussy or dick drunk off reader, Yves is the reserved, sober, prude and #selfsacrifice4love type

If u put them in a room together and close the door, one of them will be vaporized

If it's quiet, Yves wins. If you hear whining and complaining, Leveret wins. The loser will be reduced into a smashed patty with gore splattered on the walls n ceiling

They do NOT like each other. Yves especially hating him way more than Leveret hates him. Well damn the list of people yves likes is shorter than an electron omg its just you on it

But yves is still a derivative because he is a recycled and furbished version of Leveret, like he seems completely different but Leveret was the blueprint

Holy shit anon i appreciate ur analysis tho love these so much zamn , it gives me enrichment in my enclosure and activate my neurons

Glad u lov my copium laced ocs, thanks 4 reading ❤️

[cherienymphe]

Long anecdote warning (sorry)

Girl I had my first fucking kiss last night (I’m 20 & still a virgin never had anyone interested in me before) and I’m fucking terrible at it. But holy fuck the things I felt but I’m a bit conflicted on the way it went down. I’m usually quite conserved about myself. I’m always nice to people, I don’t get majorly drunk when I’m with friends as I end up being the mom figure and looking after everyone else. Had never done drugs even though my friends constantly do it, and if it’s offered I’d say no.

So I went to a houseparty for my friend’s b-day and there was lots of guys there like 3-4 years older than me. I got there late and started drinking to catch up. There was one guy who my friend kept saying was nice. After a while, I got a bit in a state where I’m just observing everything. That guy asked me if I wanted a drink and he made me a Fireball & coke. I watched him make it and he put a shit ton of fireball in it - nothing else. Later on I downed 3/4 of a bottle of whiskey and I ended up a bit too drunk. I tried to sober myself up, so I went outside and I was out there on my own for a while. Then, he came out and sat down next to me asking if I’m okay and shit. We were talking and looking at the stars and then he asked me if I wanted a bump.

This is where I was so fucking stupid and immediately said okay. He told me that it was only a little bit and wouldn’t do much but it’d help to sober me up. I did it, it was a small amount and I didn’t even know if I actually did it or if he took the key away before I done it. Anyways after a bit he said “hey” and I looked at him and he was leaning in and I fucking kissed him and it was the most weird thing in my life. Idk if I was just terrible at it or if he was bad but it’s nothing like when I used to practice on my hand at all LMAO. I couldn’t tell if I was supposed to use my tongue and I kept feeling my own teeth on his lips. I started laughing and he was like “what?” and I kept saying sorry about how shit I am at it and about how I’m too “teethy”. He stopped and after a while he was like “wanna try again” so I went in, and it was still shit but omg. He put his hand on my thigh and his other hand was like caressing the side of my face and after being touch starved all of my life - it felt so so good. I ended up stopping again because I thought I was really shit at it (Idk why I stopped tbh) and we ended up going inside and he added me on social media but I haven’t accepted his friend request yet.

Now I’m kind of regretting it but literally I could not sleep last night because I kept thinking about his hand on my thigh and him rubbing my back and shit. I’m in two minds about it because 1. i really liked being touched and i’m glad i got my first kiss out of the way, but 2. he’s not that good looking, and in all honesty, the way he was offering bumps when he was told by my friend that I don’t do drugs, and filled my glass up with a lot of whiskey when I was already clearly drunk. But I can’t blame him as he was drunk too yk, at least I think so, and that’s what he kept telling himself. So yeah. I keep getting flashbacks and part of me is like “wow” and the other part is like “I hate myself so much, you slag, why’d you do that that’s weird” even though it literally is not. But the concept is so foreign to me because I’ve never had anyone interested in me before. So yeah.

Shame you thought he was ugly 😭 at least he was nice about it and understanding when you said you felt like you were bad at it. As for the other stuff, from my perspective, I don't think he was being sleazy or at least not intentionally. I've had men just flat out try to hand me drinks and whatnot without even asking. He asked if you wanted one and like you said, he was drunk too. As for the coke thing, prepare yourself but he was probably trying to sober you up. I don't do drugs but I've had plenty of people tell me coke is good for a hangover or if you need to sober up quick 😭

I'm sorry it was weird for you! I feel like it would've been better for you if a) you were 100% sober and b) you were genuinely into the guy. Worst case scenario you can pretend that one doesn't count and get a do over

[a-trick-or-two-with-lepers]

A Decidedly Unserious Review of Hair 2001 (ft. Drew Sarich)

I’m back for another lunatic review. This time: the 2001 recording of Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical. This is so silly. I literally decided to do this like two hours ago because @peppi-mint wanted to hear my thoughts on it. Well, peppi, prepare to get an earful because I had some THOUGHTS

(I’m so sorry)

Aquarius- um. This is literally so cool. The hip-hop beat sets the tone, which is vastly different from every Hair recording I’ve heard. And then the violins come in and it’s like YOOOOO. And then the broadway singing comes in and it’s like YOOOOOOOOOOO! And then the dissonant harmonies hit and it’s like YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I really like this. Very different and fresh and new and Y2K in the best way. I can’t stress how fucking amazing those harmonies sound.

Donna- Ok, Drew!! Give us that punk-rock energy! The electric guitar sound is really neat, and I kinda dig the reverb as well as the way Sarich sings most of the lines straight intentionally. Whereas the harmonies were highlighted in the last song, they act more as a part of the orchestra in this song, but it still feels full and tasteful. Really enjoying this so far.

Hashish- I’ve literally always skipped “Hashish.” It’s boring to me. I’m a sober loser. But THIS?! What are they doing to my boring hashish!! The instrumentation is so experimental and interesting to listen to. I like that the cast isn’t going over the top with the vocals, too. They’re supposed to be high, so going full belt and vibrato isn’t really the vibe.

Sodomy- I’m literally Debbie Reynolds-ing right now. This guy’s voice has me biting my lip for real. Catch me joining the Holy Orgy ™ any day of the week.

Colored Spade- This production is obviously informed heavily by black music. Which makes this song slightly more comfortable to listen to. I can’t really speak on it though- I’m white. All I can say is: it’s a bop. Also, the second half?? So fucking groovy. Yes I’m using that word unironically. It’s a good word.

Manchester England- Stripped down acoustic guitar… mkay I can get with that. Makes the full orchestration pop out more. Loving these glam rock vocals from Kyrre Kvam.

I’m Black- It was literally 22 seconds long and sounded like a car commercial with that fade in and fade out I’m lmao 😭Where’s my Ain’t Got No?!?!?!?

Dead End- Ok so I rarely hear this one in any recorded productions. I’ve only ever really heard it in college production bootlegs I watch on Youtube. This version has me saying WHY DID THEY REMOVE IT?!? It’s seriously so good. 

Air- The vocal affectation that Jeannie usually has tends to annoy me, which I guess is intentional, but I’m glad it’s more toned down here. The industrial sound of the instruments clashes with the light and breezy vocals in a really fascinating way. It’s like a big burly man wearing a flowery perfume. Thumbs up from me. 

I Got Life- Teehee if you take out your left earbud you get an a capella intro 🤭Anyway, I always love this song. This version is no exception. Treat Williams is still top, tho (Rest in Peace, King). 

Hair- The titular bitchular! (-Athena P on YT). Something about the way the sound is split between each ear in the intro (vocals in one ear, guitar in the other) is ticking me off. That’s just me, though. Overall, this sounds so fucking good and it’s such a vibe. I’m not sure if it’s Kvam or Sarich who hits those high notes but they hit, man.

My Conviction- Hehehehehe this sounds so out of place I love it. (It’s supposed to- just like Herod’s song in JCS)! Also how are these vocals from a man?? They aren’t my favorite but they sound soooo much like a woman that’s crazy. Anyway gender is fake

Easy To Be Hard- Um. Can we say elegant? Can we say… mystical? GORGINA?!? BRO when the,,, fuck what is it, a marimba or some shit comes in with that overarching angelic tone- fuuuuuucccckkkkk. So good. Also the shaker keeping the beat tastes good. I can taste this song. It tastes like a capri-sun on a hot day. I’m in love. Hold up- added verse? Why haven’t I heard this-

Frank Mills- Awwwwww this is cute. I like this woman’s voice. Very smooth and nice to listen to. What I’m noticing so far about this album is that they treat each song like it’s its own person, you know? Like- every tune sounds coherent and like it belongs, but it also sounds like its own thing with its own special instrumentation. It’s just. So neat.

Be In - Hare Krishna- The speaker shifting got me like 🫠so good. It’s like ASMR. Another thing I’m noticing about the ensemble vocals is that they’re so… earnest? They aren’t worn like clothing, they’re like a part of the individual. ... Any arrangement that can make me describe music like this deserves the world.

Where Do I Go- Fuck. I just love arrangements that do something new. This sound is so clean and genuine and beautiful. If I could insert John Savage’s vocals into this it would be perfect (No shade to Kvam- I just love the movie version of this song so much). This is probably my favorite song from the musical (I literally wrote a 30k+ word fanfiction based on its lyrics), and I’m sooooo utterly pleased with this interpretation of it. All I’ll say is that the end could’ve been a bit louder/more intense- it is an Act I closer, after all. More drums, please!

Electric Blues- TELL ME WHOOOOOO DO YOU LOVE MAN! *guitar* Ermmm I love Electric Blues I love it. I wanna inject this song into my bloodstream. This version doesn’t stray too much from the original, and it slaps. Always does. Also I just realized this came out before the Broadway revival. I wonder if the revival folks took a bit of inspo from this version 🤔

Black Boys- ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS (I love the staccato guitar chords, offbeat, percussion, tonal shift during the solo represented by the instrumentation, and just everything else about this).

White Boys- My eyes literally rolled to the back of my skull during that intro. So good!! So tasty! Also these VOCALS! Less energy than the others I’ve heard, but that’s not a criticism. It’s more reminiscent of the original cast recording. Once again, ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS. 🍽️

Walking in Space- dodo do do dodo dooooooo. (guitar). Again, the vocalists aren’t overdoing it, which is working. I’ll probably smoke marijuana to this song at some point. Looking forward to it. Also when she sang “ 🎶floooooooaaating, flipping, flyyyyyying, tripping 🎶” I was like 😶‍🌫️(that’s me floating flipping flying tripping). . I want to consume these vocals

The War- Don’t think I’ve heard this one in any other production? It definitely fits the vibe they’re going for. I’d love to know the context for it. Eh, actually, I think I can guess...

Three-Five-Zero-Zero- Listening to this is making me realize how important the bass guitar is as an instrument. Songs would sound so much less full without its constant, droning presence. Also, I would’ve loved to see them lean even further into the experimental vibe for this one so that the tonal shift would sound more stark. Regardless, it all sounds really good. Love the harmonies, especially at the end.

Good Morning Starshine- I have a poster of these three words in my room. Also, I like this version of the song. Very 2001. Kinda reminds me of that song “Walking on Sunshine,” similar vibes. Not my favorite version, but still a bop and very fun. 

The Flesh Failures/Eyes Look Your Last- Guitar is so yummy. I don’t like the chorus singing the first part. I’m just too used to it being a soloist or Claude. Also, it feels kinda too fast? Sorry, I have ridiculously high standards for this song. I think it’s one of the best songs ever written. Given that fact, it’s hard to fuck it up. So, this sounds really good still, obviously. Just didn’t hit quite as hard for me. I feel like they tried so hard to make every other song sound unique and they dropped the ball a bit here. It sounds like they’re trying to just get it over with… which is very contradictory to the song’s message. Also, why isn’t “Let the Sunshine In” a part of the title? Seems kinda important 😬

Hippie Life- …huh?

Aquarius (Bonustrack) - director’s cut- It’s the remix 😎

Overall, I was really impressed by this album. I’m glad I took a listen. It seems like a very approachable version of the controversial musical. I think it’d be a good album to show friends that aren’t into musicals but should still get to enjoy Hair. Some choices weren’t my style, but I’m genuinely so astounded and excited by others. Act I was better than Act II. Drew Sarich was great, and so was the rest of the cast. Ultimately, a very cool take on one of my favorite musicals of all time. Thanks again to @peppi-mint for recommending this to me- I’m so happy I got to do another silly little stream-of-consciousness musical review!

[aajjks]

it’s been 5 minutes and he’s already missing y/n 😭

TPOL!JK

“hey hey! strip clubs are fun! just gotta enjoy the scenery y’know? plus, this club has the best drinks” mingyu says as the men talk amongst themselves and continue to bypass the good looking stripper left and right per jungkook’s request. for majority of the night his mind is focused on you and whether you’re okay.

“look at him” jokes yugyeom “i bet he’s thinking of y/n right now”

“i bet he is” taehyung follows as the friend group teases their lovestruck friend.

“i’m starting to think y/n put a spell on you because you’re not the old jungkook we once knew” eunwoo says and everyone agrees that you must have put a spell on their friend and maybe he’s right.

the funny thing is, he didn’t really find you that compelling until the date when your awkward personality shined. sure he was stalking you prior but he knew you were the one after that date and now look at where the two of you are.

you’re engaged to be his lawfully wedded wife in just 3 more days and he can’t thank you enough for giving him chances to change and become a better man for you. he’s like this because of you, you literally consume his mind, soul, and routine.

yugyeom, yoongi, and taehyung are convinced it’s the sex. i mean, it HAS to be. whenever they mess around and talk about how good you look, jungkook is quickly possessive over you. eunwoo, mingyu, and jimin are convinced it’s because you resemble ji-ae. you’re sweet, patient, and nurturing just like her but seokjin and hoseok are convinced it’s your personality. you’re still awkward but a bit daring too. you’re as sweet as candy until you’re upset. not to mention you’re ambitious like jungkook too.

they really can’t believe their precious kookie has actually fallen in love and will soon wed the love of his life when he swore off love years ago. now he’s like an overgrown baby that can’t be away from you longer than 3-5 minutes.

“since we’re talking about y/n, why did i catch you little nastiest leaving and coming back together during the reception? you guys were messing around huh?”

He’s blushing like an idiot when eunwoo exposes your little rendezvous at yugyeoms reception, the guys start hooting, they’re so glad that their youngest one is finally with the right woman.

You may deserve better but he deserves you.

“A-Agh shut up pervert. Yes so what?” He’s a little possessive when it comes to you and sharing your intimate details. “Of course you would- im glad you got some on my wedding night too.” Yugyeom remarks, and the guys laugh.

Jungkook is only blushing more, “so what, I’m sure all of you fucked that night.” He states rolling his eyes, and then he starts to think about you once again “it’s just hard to keep my hands off her… she’s magical.” He’s in a daze, forgetting that he’s actually speaking out loud.

Hoseok and Mingyu can’t help but coo. Eunwoo also laughs at Jungkooks cuteness, “com’on he’s just a man in love.” Yoongi says, defending jungkook.

He may be a simp but that’s cute. And just like that the time goes by very quickly, the guys bust a few moves on the dance floor, and overall it’s very fun.

He doesn’t notice that it’s 4 am until eunwoo’s phone starts to go off with calls. “Holy shit it’s fuckin 4 am.” He hiccups and Jungkook does the same thing, he’s VERY DRUNK.

Yoongi chimes in, the only one who’s sober enough to drive jungkook home. “Hey kook… let’s get you home.” The guys say their goodbyes and jungkooks now out with Yoongi, who’s kind enough to drop him home.

The whole ride, jungkooks dozing off, so it’s a quiet drive, the crown is still on his head because he forgot to take it off. “Ahhh kook wake up.” After 25 minutes, he’s finally home so Yoongi is trying to get him to wake up

But he doesn’t, of course jungkooks busy snoring, what a heavy sleeper.

So Yoongi comes up with a little prank. “Holy shit who’s that guy with yn?” And bam your fiancés eyes are wide open and he’s throwing his hands in the air and Yoongi barely manages to dodge his attack.

“GET OUT.” He rolls his eyes and that snaps jungkook back to reality. “O-okay hyung… goooddd nightttt mwah.”

Yoongi watches as jungkook stumbles while walking to the door, and he finally drives away once he’s at the door.

“Ynnn!!! Open upp baby.”

[beepbeepbeepjeep]

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/— 2: Beings from Beyond  —/

“...holy shit.” Beau’s expression is a mixture of shock, adrenaline, and awe. He turns to Cato. “How’d you do that?”

“It’s not the first time.” he says flatly.

…

“O-kay,” Ascot raises an eyebrow, “you’re just, not going to elaborate?”

He rolls his eyes, “I’m used to high stress situations. Had to calm down more than a few people in my time.”

 Tauny snickers. “In your time? What are you, a seasoned war veteran?”

“Aren’t you like, 16?” The pink one pipes up again.

“I’m 19, you imbecile.” Cato says, tone barbed.

“Whatever, broody grandpa.” Ascot groans, “Appreciate the help, truly. But if you want to go back to ignoring all of us again, be my guest.”

“I will. Thank you.” 

Ascot drops their voice to a whisper, “Don’t listen to him, you’re not an imbecile.”

The pink one whispers back,  “What’s an imbecile?”

“Sorry,” Savannah starts. Everyone turns to them immediately, making her flinch. “I- who are you?”

“Me?” 

She nods.

“Oh! My name’s Lizabel Mayam. Liza for short.” she smiles apologetically. “Sorry for… what happened earlier."

Savannah tenses but carries on. “It wasn’t your fault. You- you couldn’t have known.”

Ascot gives Liza a cheeky sort of ‘I told you so’ look. She chuckles and visibly relaxes.

“I’m glad you’re okay now.” she pauses, “Just checking, you are okay, right?”

“Yeah, you sure you’re good?” Ascot asks as well. “I don’t need to punch… whats-his-name, in the face or anything?”

“I can still hear you.” Cato frowns.

Savannah feels her soul lighten a little. “I’m fine, I promise.” they smile.

“Great!” Liza grins, “So… I don’t want to pry for an explanation if you don’t want to give one, but-”

Savannah’s expression sobers.

“I would, if I had the option.” they sigh, “It’s just I’m not sure if I even have an explanation for… anything that’s happening here, really.”

Luckily for all of you, I do. A disembodied entity speaks from the front of the jeepney.

Everyone struggles to keep their balance as the entire vehicle comes to a screeching halt.

“What the hell?!”

Welcome, passengers. The voice speaks in an ominous reverberated baritone. Heck Inc. is happy to be of service. 

The driver’s seat shakes in its place, emitting a strange orange mist that clouds everyone’s vision. 

From it emerges a metallic mannequin dressed in an obnoxiously yellow vest-cap combo, seated on the driver’s side and gripping the steering wheel. It turns its head over its shoulder (shoulder?) to face the group’s identical looks of confusion and fear.

“How’s the ride been so far?” it asks nonchalantly.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Tauny repeats, this time louder and more frantic.

The mannequin tuts.

“I believe you misheard me. It’s Heck Inc., not Hell Inc. Though I do understand the confusion.”

“Who- why-...what-?!” Ascot, overflowing with questions, struggles to find which one to ask first.

“Where are we.” Cato demands.

“I believe I just told you. You are in a vehicle currently provided by Heck Inc.”

“Yes, I get that.” he concedes, “But why.”

“I believe that should be evident.”

Cato’s brow furrows, “It very much is not.”

“I believe-”

“Oh, my God!” Beau snaps. “I don’t care what you BELIEVE, just tell us what’s going on here or I swear-”

The mannequin lets out a strange mechanical sigh.

“You humans are always in such a rush to ask the ‘why’s and ‘what’s that you never stop to ponder the ‘if’s.”

Tauny, head in hands, cries in frustration. “What. the. Hell.”

“For fuck’s sake, are those the only three words in your vocabulary?” Beau hisses.

“There’s a living breathing MUPPET in front of us and you’re worried about my VOCABULARY?!”

“Shhhhh!” Liza shushes them. “I say we let the muppet speak.”

“Thank you, Lizabel.” the muppet spoke. 

She flinches at the use of her name.

“First order of business, I am not a muppet.”

“But-“ Tauny starts.

“And. If anyone says that I am, they will be punished accordingly.” A whirring sound is made as the mannequin narrows its eyes at the ginger.

“Alright! Alright, Jesus… point taken.”

“I am also not Jesus. Though I am flattered by the sentiment, Mr. Hep.” 

Tauny sputters. 

Beau giggles. “I like this guy.”

“You only like him because he’s annoying and likes to insult me.”

“Exactly!” he says with a shit-eating grin. “He and I have a lot in common.”

Tauny smirks. “So you admit you’re annoying?”

“So you admit I do know how to insult you?” Beau shoots back.

Ascot interrupts, holding their arms between the pair. 

“If you two are finished dallying-”

This proves unsuccessful, much to the disdain of the rest of the party.

“Dallying?!” “We are not dallying.” Is said at the same time at full volume. Savannah has to resist the urge to cover her ears.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” Ascot continues, not looking very sorry. “Then what are you doing, if I may ask?”

“...level-headed debate.”

“I was not aware that level-headed debates contained so much screaming.” Savannah says, speaking for the first time in a while.

Cato nods in agreement. “I’d hardly call that a debate. Let alone ‘level-headed’.” 

Liza gasps. “Did you just make a joke?”

“What? No, I did not-”

“Grandpa told his first joke, everybody!” Ascot whoops, playing along.

“It wasn’t even a joke.” He crosses his arms. “There was no punch line.”

Liza shrugs, “It was vaguely snarky.” 

“Still not a joke.”

“Well based on what I’ve seen so far, it’s as close to a joke as we’re ever going to get from you.”

“Based on what you’ve seen-? You know nothing about me. None of you do.”

“Today we’ll be changing that.” The mannequin clears its throat, readying itself for a speech. As the air stills, the lights in the jeepney shift from white to a moody burnt orange. In a booming voice, the mannequin begins to narrate. “In the beginning there was-“

“Woah! Woah! Hold the phone.” 

The lights shift back. The mannequin sighs. “What is it, Lizabel?” It asks, clearly tired.

“There! You just did it again!” She’s sitting at the edge of her seat. “How do you know my name?”

“Ah, I was going to answer that. If you had just listened then perhaps-”

“Do you know all of our names?”

“I- Well, yes, I do.”

“Are you like… God?”

“No. There is no god. Not in this universe at least.”

“Ha!” Tauny claps his hands together in triumph. “Called it! Take that Catholic school.”

Beau raises an eyebrow. “You went to Catholic school?”

“Uh.. yeah?” He responds, not quite sure if that was meant to be a dig. “Why?”

“That. Explains so much. Wow.”

“Do you have something against Catholic schools?” Savannah asks.

“Oh! No, no, I just-”

The lights in the jeep go dark. The entire vehicle goes pitch black. Even the starlight seems to stop shining for a few seconds. 

In those few seconds, the space is filled with sounds of panicked confusion. At least one person screams.

Almost as soon as it starts, it stops. 

“I’m sorry. That was immature of me. I’m glad you’re well-acquainted with one another. But if you don’t mind, I would like to speak without interruptions.”

The group is silent. Cato didn’t have to be told twice. Beau is deep in thought.  Ascot just wants this to be over with. Savannah stares at the mannequin, wondering why parts of it felt so familiar. Tauny looks like he’s barely keeping it together. Liza gives an awkward thumbs up. “Thank you.”

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[creaturebehavior]

you know what i’m glad i’ve gotten over the hump like things are still bad and i may be actively ruining my life at the moment by not returning to school but all things considered like when i reflect on how fucking insane i was going last year compared to where i am just mentally now it’s like. phew. i’m still insane and i still have episodes but i feel way way way more level headed in general than i was feeling last year or even just a couple months ago. i’m so grateful like thank god. 2022 was just a nightmare. I have never experienced my brain in such a way. like holy shit i can’t believe i made it through that. also i had no idea my brain was still able to do all that but on its own. that was the thing that really blew my mind was how i went into psychosis while sober mostly due to burnout and wow that was just. i can’t even describe it. good god. i’m glad that’s over.

what’s been weighing on my mind recently is i feel the need to apologize to the friends i had while i was in that mental breakdown. i really lost touch with how to be a person and how to be a friend and it i still am not really in touch with that but i am more in touch than i was and i realize i need to take accountability for my erratic behavior. i don’t think i have it in me to be friends with those people now or yet or ever but i at least feel like i need to apologize for how my actions may have affected them. don’t know when i will reach out to them. i’d like to sit on this idea for awhile longer. i don’t know if it would be productive to engage with those people yet. like i don’t know if i’m stable enough yet to have a productive conversation and to apologize without messing up and doing something strange again. like my social skills have all gone to shit and i don’t want to cause more hurt or confusion or frustration or discomfort or conflict. you know what i mean?

[callme-barnes]

Drunk Crushin’

*GIF is not mine*

Summary: You have a night out with the girls to get your mind off of your ex. Now your in the tower confessing things you wouldn’t be if you were sober.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (with powers)

Word Count: 1,842

Warnings: None

A/N: Please do not repost my work anywhere! I wrote it for Tumblr so it stays on Tumblr. I’m trying to get back in the swing of writing things because well, I love writing. It’s been literal years since I’ve written anything so please be kind. I kind of just put this out as it goes. I don’t want to think about it too much or I will never publish anything. Anyways, for this pic I gave the reader the ability to manipulate nature but it doesn’t play a huge part in it. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy otherwise!

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The euphoric feeling of the satin dress on your skin was mixing in nicely with the feeling of too much alcohol in your system. The alcohol heightened the smooth sensation on your skin and the music caused you to sway from side to side to the rhythm, flashing lights dancing across the exposed skin of your legs, arms, and chest. Natasha and Wanda surrounded you, the pair of them a lot more sober than you were.

“Y/N/N...how are you feeling?”

You managed to open your eyes at hearing your name, although it sounded muffled due to your intoxication.

“I feel...amazing! Who...who needs men. Right? Right!”

Wanda couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips at your response

“Babe maybe we should have you drink some water. You’ve been on the dancefloor for hours” she mentioned in slight concern but also was amused at how carefree and happy you were in that moment.

“I’ll take...I’ll take another shot” you said blissfully, looking at Natasha and Wanda before you reached over and moved your arms around each of their shoulders

“Thank you guys so much...I...I needed this so much. I can’t believe...believe he would do something like that. I mean...what...what the fuck was he thinking?! And in my bed for fucks sake”

Wanda and Natasha moved to walk you towards a small corner booth, Wanda excusing herself so she could get you some water.

“Don’t worry about him babe. He was a fucking asshole. I couldn’t stand him. If I had a chance to cut his head off I would”

Y/N laughed to herself as she leaned into Natasha, resting her head on her shoulder, her own head spinning.

“I love you Natasha. And you Wanda!”

Wanda laughed at your coo and she slipped into the empty seat next to you helping you get your water bottle open

“I love you too babe. Now, let’s get you sobered up just a little and get you back to the compound”

You don’t even know how the conversation was started due to your head not really remembering any complex thoughts, but your mouth was running as if you knew exactly what you were talking about.

“He’s...holy fuck, if I could get my hands on that man. He is probably...probably the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on. I’m glad he managed to get into this era because...I mean, the 40’s didn’t appreciate him much”

Natasha had her arm wrapped around your waist, your heels clacking on the hardwood floor and your dress had ridden up dangerously short above your thigh. You were smiling to yourself as images of Bucky Barnes flooded your mind, your intoxicated brain flashing the most sinful, perverted thoughts.

“Have you seen the man workout...when he’s all sweaty and...out of breath”

Wanda set your stuff down on the counter with a small smirk on her face as she listened to you go on about the super soldier, having known all this by now. She had always agreed not to read your mind but you didn’t exactly make it hard to notice sometimes. She was pretty sure everybody in the tower knew about your crush on Bucky.

“Sorry Y/N, you’re the only one who has noticed that I’m afraid”

Natasha set you down on one of the stools, Wanda moving to stand next to you to keep you upright. You swayed a bit to yourself, looking around in a haze.

“Oh come on! Don’t tell me. We’ve all been in the same room with the guy! He once took his shirt off during a sparring match with Steve and I haven’t stopped...thinking about it since. But you gotta....you gotta shhh because my boyfriend would get mad if he knew”

Natasha laughed slightly as she took some snacks from the cupboard noticing Bucky walking into the kitchen Before he got a chance to ask what you guys were up to, you let out a scoff as you looked over drunkenly at Wanda

“Oh wait….I almost, forgot! I don’t even...have a boyfriend! Not anymore. Fucking bastard. He...you know what. Fuck that guy. I think I’m pretty hot, I am a...I can make life grow with these hands!” you say as you hold up your hands in front of both you and Wanda, Wanda reaching over and grabbing onto them causing you to lean into her chest, your eyes looking up

“You think...you think I’m hot don’t you Wanda?”

Bucky watched the display in front of him, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge then looked over at Natasha

“What’s all that about?”

Natasha ate a chip and looked over at Bucky speaking quietly, “She found Leo in bed with another woman this morning”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up, a bit in surprise but more so in disdain. He figured that’s how that guy would go out. Bucky would constantly see his wandering eyes when you would bring him around, even go far as catching up all up on some girl once. Leo had just laughed it off and said it wasn’t what it had looked like before before walking back to you. Since that day Bucky made sure to keep a close eye on him, which put Leo on his guard and just made it harder to catch him

“Asshole. How did she take it? Why didn’t she tell me?”

Natasha looked at Bucky with a knowing stare, “You know why she didn’t tell you. She hasn’t exactly been that open about her relationship since that day you told her you caught him on some girl at the BBQ last year”

Bucky drank more of his water and sighed, his gaze moving up to see you interacting with Wanda. He couldn’t help the slight smile that was on his lips as Wanda pushed hair from your face and spoke to you in a quiet, calming voice.

“Whose Natasha talking to? Hey Nat! I’m the drunk one here you’re not supposed to be the one talking….to yourself”

Natasha smiled in amusement as she ate more chips from the bag, “I’m not babe, I’m talking to Bucky”

Your eyes widened immediately as you straightened up from Wanda’s body and fumbled around with your hair, “Holy shit! Why didn’t you...tell me. Wanda how do I look?”

Wanda let out a laugh and shook her head as you loudly whispered to her, her hand going to hold onto you and smooth out your hair

“You look lovely Y/N/N”

You looked in Bucky’s general direction, a smile on your face at his words. You brought your chin to rest on your open palm on top of the counter, your eyes closing and opening so you could try to focus

“Y/N, Wanda and I are going to get out of this clothes and we’re going to bring you a change of clothes. Are you okay with Bucky for a few minutes?”

You let out a soft grumble in agreement, your eyes now just staying shut.

“Yeah. I mean as long as...he doesn’t take off his shirt because I wouldn’t remember it in the morning and that would be...a waste of a strip tease”

Bucky laughed a bit as he walked over and stood next to you to keep you upright, “Don’t worry doll my shirt will stay on”

Wanda and Natasha laughed to themselves before making their way to their rooms to change. Y/N felt her body sway to rest against Bucky’s torso, her head on his chest before Bucky moved to rest a hand on your waist

“Come on Y/N we should get you in a more stable seat”

You groaned as Bucky helped you up off the stool and made his way to the couch

“Bucky, you were right. I’m sorry, I should have...listened to you”

Bucky moved to set you down on the couch, taking a seat next to you “Right about what sweetheart?”

“About Leo...he was, he’s an asshole. That day at the BBQ, I knew...I knew you were telling me the truth. I just..do you know I had caught him talking to other women all the time? On his phone, when we went out. I just...I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want it to be true”

You moved to lay your head down in his lap and sniffled, “I tried everything, he just...I should have accepted that he didn’t want me”

Bucky moved his hand to push your hair out of your face, his other hand resting around your form “Don’t beat yourself up Y/N/N. He never deserved you. He’s an idiot if I’ve ever met one. And I’ve met many. If you want I can go scare him for you. You know, rough him up a little bit”

You laughed softly and shook your head, “It’s okay. Thank you though”

Bucky looked down as he continued to run his hand through your hair, watching as you held up one of your hands, “I should’ve choked him out with a vine when I had the chance”

He let out a loud laugh at this, his hand reaching up to take yours and set it down on your hip, “Calm down there Little Shop of Horrors”

Nat and Wanda entered the living area, clothes in hand, “Alright little lady let’s get you out of these clothes. Thank you Barnes”

Bucky helped you sit up, getting up when Wanda and Natasha sat down,“Bucky can’t leave. He smells nice, and he’s comfortable”

“Bucky can’t watch us change you sweetie. Remember, waste of a strip tease?”

Bucky smiled and turned around as Nat and Wanda helped you out of your dress and into a large t-shirt and shorts, “It’s okay I’d strip for that man any day”

Wanda scoffed with a laugh, Bucky’s smile growing into a happy little smirk at your words

“He’s still in the room lady behave”

“Oops, sorry”

You let out a drunken giggle as Wanda and Nat finished up, “Alright Bucky you can turn around. You’re welcome to join us. We’re just going to pop in a movie so we can keep an eye on her for the night”

Bucky nodded as he took his seat next to you again, letting you get comfortable in his lap again, his hand finding a comfortable spot on your waist.

“Psst...hey Nat you think I...got a chance with Bucky?”

Bucky looked down with a small smirk since Natasha was on the other sofa turning on the TV, “Absolutely doll”

You let out a content mumble of ‘thank god’ before stretching out your arm across Bucky’s lap.

“You know she’s not going to remember any of this when she wakes up right?”

Bucky looked up at Wanda before looking back down at your form

“Oh I know. That’s what’s going to make my days so much better for what I have planned”

[hornime]

for your viewing pleasure | suna rintarou x gn!reader

camming was addicting in a way; he could be as lazy as he wanted with it and people would still lose their minds over the tiny crumbs he left them. it was suna’s sadistic little game, and he loved it.

warnings: 18+, college au, camboy!suna, male masturbation, mentions of drinking

w/c: 1k (this was not supposed to get this long oops)

a/n: no because suna is literally the perfect candidate for camming. he’s so fucking effortlessly sexy that it pisses me off but i KNOW i’d be pressing that follow button in half a heartbeat.

for your viewing pleasure: part one ↓ | part two

“fuck.” suna let out a guttural groan, his right hand moving rapidly along his shaft as he braced himself on his other forearm, naked body splayed out on his white bedsheets. “my hand feels good ‘round my cock but i’d rather it was you,” he grunted out to no one in particular. he took a shaky breath. “hngh, you know, if you were good, i’d cum inside. you’d like that, wouldn’t you? stupid whore, all desperate for some cum.” a few thrusts later, his stomach clenched and balls tightened, cum spilling heavily from his blushing tip. “oh god,” he moaned, “feels s’good.”

as he recollected his thoughts from his heart-pounding release, he reached forward and clicked the red button on his phone, stopping the recording. after playing the video through to ensure that nothing above his neck was in the frame, he posted it on twitter with a suggestive caption and headed to the shower. this was suna’s almost-nightly routine: film something filthy for his almost forty thousand followers and bask in the strange satisfaction of thirsty comments praising his cock and begging to get fucked. camming was addicting in a way; he could be as lazy as he wanted with it and people would still lose their minds over the tiny crumbs he left them. it was suna’s sadistic little game, and he loved it.

looking back, it’s almost inevitable that he started filming his solo sessions for attention, and eventually for some side cash. 

suna was always good with cameras—throughout high school, the miyas consistently kept him on his toes; he was constantly anticipating an opportunity for the perfect shot of osamu getting a set straight to the face or of atsumu getting tackled in retaliation for said set. just like on the court, he was observant: he always knew the best angles, the best lighting, and the best positioning, all coming together to form the perfect picture. 

and as for the porn part, well, he was a teenage boy once. he’d watched his fair share of erotic videos on all kinds of sites before stumbling upon the vast expanse of homemade clips on twitter, instantly understanding the appeal. a few months after he turned eighteen, he made his own account, figuring that he might as well use his cock for something other than his own pleasure. his peers always gave him hell for his apathy, especially in bed, but on the internet, strangers were in awe of just how little he cared—and how much hotter that made him.

by the time he reached ten thousand followers, he’d opened a venmo, making a few hundred dollars within a week. this isn’t too bad, he thought to himself. i could definitely get used to this. and he did, establishing a pretty solid side gig as a college student that could always use some extra cash.

speaking of college, suna wasn’t really one for parties. in fact, him attending the same party you were, being in the same room you were, and overhearing the only possible conversation that could possibly interest him, were all by complete coincidence. but damn, if he isn’t glad the fates aligned in his favor.

suna, in typical wallflower fashion, was standing against the wall, solo cup in hand, not doing much other than observing those around him and occasionally indulging in the flirtatious glances of a few other partygoers. thinking back, he wasn’t sure how he got so close to you and your friends, or why he was so keen on hearing what you had to say to them. all he knew then was that you were a familiar face from one of his classes, and you were irritatingly attractive. he could probably point to at least five different posts on his account in which he was thinking of specifically you, a person of definite sexual interest, while masturbating.

you’d been drinking, undoubtedly to the point of being tipsy, because there was no way you would’ve been talking about porn, especially at that loud of a volume in the middle of a party, sober. the few beers you’d downed had comfortably warmed your body, making your brain a little fuzzy and your actions a little more reckless. so when your friend had brought up the subject of pornography, you were quick to jump in.

“ya see,” you slurred, “for all the good stuff, ya needa be on twitter. your first mistake s’gunna be going on pornhub or xvideos or some dumb shit like that. you gotta be looking for the good kush on twitter. the homemade stuff. s’authentic and real.”

suna raised a brow at that, taking a short sip of his drink, curious as to what you were going to say next. 

“and once you’re on twitter, you gotta find some good,” you waved your hand vaguely, “content creators. ya know? some accounts you can rely on for all your needs.”

your friend asked you a question that suna couldn’t make out through the reverberating bass of the music.

“me personally? all right. this is my biggest secret, like, this guy is the holy grail of twitter porn. the user is...” 

suna nearly spit out the alcohol settling on his tongue as the username of his secret account escaped your lips. holy shit, he thought to himself, trying to control his quickening pulse. the idea of you using him to get off was way more arousing then he thought it could be. did you ever time your orgasm so that you both were cumming at the same time? did you stare with envy at his hand, wishing it was you? with nothing but your imagination and your fingers, did you pretend it was him looming over you, making you feel good?

his cock stirred impatiently in his pants. shit, i’ve got to chill the fuck out.

“i’m telling you, this man has the prettiest cock i’ve ever seen. like, you guys know, i hate sucking dick. ‘s the worse thing ever ‘cus their balls always smell like old cheese. but for this guy,” you rolled your eyes back dramatically, “i’d get on my hands and knees immediately. t‘so long and thick and curved and pink,” you gushed. “and his voice is so hot. i’d let him do anything to me.”

suna smirked from behind his cup. he likes you. maybe if you play your cards right, he’ll let you suck the pretty cock that you adore so much. and maybe if he plays his cards right, you’ll let him record it so he can watch it whenever he wants, and show off to his followers what a cockhungry slut you are.

making solo porn was getting boring, anyway.

>> part two 

© property of hornime 2021. do not plagiarize any of my writing and do not repost/copy my writing onto any other sites.

[pascalpanic]

Drunk Words (Frankie Catfish Morales x f!Reader)

Drunk Words / Sober Thoughts part one of two

Summary: Frankie’s drunk off his ass and needs a ride home. PART ONE of a two part Frankie fic

W/C: 2.7k+

Warnings: language, copious amounts of alcohol, Frankie is absolutely shitfaced

A/N: THANK U TO MY BABE @sanchosammy for this idea!!! I love it so much I fuckin LOVE my baby frankie

As you roll over in bed, you groan. You’ve been up for about 20 minutes now, unable to return to the blissful sleep that had been enveloping you before. The time on your watch now reads 3:07. You frown and grab your phone, lying on your side. The light is bright enough to make you squint, and you smile at the text thread you’ve received from Frankie tonight.

The man brings nothing but happiness to your life. You really do love Frankie, not just platonically. You want to hold his big and strong hands, want to lift up his ball cap and kiss him on the forehead, want to fluff the hat hair he always gets from that Standard Oil cap. More than anything, you want to softly kiss that little patch in his beard. It’s just existing there, perfectly clean even when he’s almost at a full beard. His tough fingers scratch it and you giggle, looking away when he asks what’s so funny. Nothing, Fish, you immediately reply. Fishie, if you’re feeling a little more flirtatious.

Frankie might be feeling the same, you’ve noticed lately. He’s a little more touchy with you. He hugs you longer than the other men, makes you dance with him when a good song comes on. He lets it happen when you steal his ball cap and wear it, where he’d scold and smack any of the other men for it. He lends you his flannel when you’re cold, wrapping it gingerly around your shoulders.

It’s been a long time that you’ve been friends now. Just recently, you’ve come to appreciate him differently. The way he hugs you warms your heart still, but it makes your heart race and your hands sweat. It makes you want to lift your face from where it rests in his neck and kiss him softly, your fingers working into that little bald patch on his jaw.

Even now, as he’s clearly drunk, you adore him. How can you not?

Frankie 🚁: attachment: one image

You open the photo and laugh. It’s a blurry selfie of Frankie, an arm draped over Santiago’s shoulders. The two men make faces like they’re going to bite the other, and it makes you chuckle aloud. You can see his fluffy curls peeking out from beneath the cap, and you desperately want to play with them. The image is blurry, showing that it must’ve been moving while he took it.

Frankie 🚁: missing u tonight, Santiago says he doesn’t like me when you’re not around

Frankie 🚁: holy fuck their new beer is really good, you gotta try it soon

Frankie 🚁: lol I fuckin love the nachos here

Frankie 🚁: snati is so annoying, pls get him away from me

Frankie 🚁: u r probably sleep sorry :((((

Frankie 🚁: can we got o a zoo soon?? I wanna see animals 🦫🐈🐕‍🦺🦡

You laugh out loud at the words, at Frankie’s terrible typing. He must be shitfaced. He’s hilarious when he’s drunk.

The last text was only four minutes ago.

Me: Alright, Fishie. Stop drinking and eat something. No more beer.

Frankie 🚁: ha I’m drinking that Coffey shit… Kalua?? isk but it’s so gooood

Your phone rings, filling the screen with your profile picture of Frankie. It’s a photo of him smiling, his dimple evident. Your cheek is pressed to his, grinning just as wide. God, he’s so fucking cute. You love him so much.

You take a second and stare at the photo before pressing the answer button and putting it on speaker. “Hey, Fish.”

“Hey,” he laughs, dragging the word out long and slow. “S’a shame you weren’t here, Will’s been buying all night.” His words are slurred and woozy. You can hear the roar of the bar behind him.

“Ah, so that’s why you’re shitfaced,” you laugh into the phone.

“Precisely,” he slurs, a smile clear in his voice. “I can’t drive.”

“I’m glad you realize that. What do you want me to do about that? I can have an Uber coming your way in ten minutes.”

“Will you pick me up?” He asks, his voice like a child’s. “Fuckin’ Ubers cost money, ‘n I just wanna see your pretty face.”

“Frankie,” you warn but feel your body warm at the notion.

“You got a cute little nose,” he laughs. “Just wanna boop it. Can I boop it? Just go… boop, boop boop. Right on the nose.”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. You’re so fucking lucky I think you’re cute.”

“Thank you,” he practically sings. “See you then. Mwah.”

You throw on a hoodie and walk to your car, not caring to cover up your patterned flannel shorts that you sleep in. Your hair is messy, you don’t have makeup on, you don’t really give a shit. It’s Frankie.

Once you reach the bar, you shoot him a text, and the four men stumble outside. “Yo!” Benny calls and rushes over to you. It’s clear his normal balance has left his body for the night, his body a little wobbly. He’s an excited drunk. He slams on your window until you lower it. “Hey, you missed out on a good time,” he grins. His words blur together too.

Frankie follows behind him, an arm thrown across him. He’s still got a little balance. “Missed you so much, cariño. Santi’s being an ass.”

You look up at Will. “These fuckers need a ride too?” He’s the responsible one of the men, even when intoxicated.

He shakes his head. “Got an Uber coming. They’re staying at my place tonight.”

Frankie puts a hand on the car to steady himself. “Knew you’d come. Pretty girl always comes through for me, even at 3 A.M., thank you,” he slurs happily, his eyes half open.

Santiago leans against your car. “Hey gorgeous. We missed you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes. “Get the grizzly bear in the car.”

Frankie laughs at the words. “Ooh, I like that. Big and fluffy but murderous.”

“I’m about to get murderous if you don’t get in the car right now, Francisco Morales.”

“Oh, snap!”

“Shit, man.”

Benny gives a whistle. The men all make noises in commentary and laugh, Will opening the door. Frankie flops down inside. Benny ensures that all of his limbs have made it in and shuts the door. “Don’t party too hard with him tonight,” Santiago calls and you roll your eyes.

The two of you drive off and out of the bar parking lot.

“Hey, Fish,” you say, snapping your fingers in front of his face. “Buckle up. I’m not getting in trouble for your dumb ass.”

“You always do, though,” he mumbles and tilts his head to look at you. “You’re so good to me.”

“I’m a fucking saint,” you sigh sarcastically. “Seriously, buckle up. If you can’t do it yourself, we’re going to the ER for alcohol poisoning.”

“No,” he whines and pouts at you. “Just wanna be close to you. Wanna just…” he trails off and rests his head against your shoulder. “Mm. There. Your skin is so soft.”

“That’s my hoodie, Frankie.”

He takes a deep breath in through his nose, the scent clicking in his addled brain. “No, that’s my hoodie.”

He’s right, you realize. You grabbed a random sweatshirt and pulled it on before leaving. You’re the one who’s always cold at gatherings, leaving Frankie to share one of his many layers with you. You smile a bit. “It’s comfy.”

“I like it better on you. I really like you in my clothes, you know that? Wear them way better than I can. You just look so cute and so little.”

“Frankie, I’m 5’9,” you refute and glare down at him, where he looks up at you with puppy-dog mocha-colored eyes.

“Just look so small in ‘em. I’m like 6’0, you know that.”

“I do know that, Francisco. You remind us all the time,” you laugh, removing his ball cap and tossing it into his lap. “Still shorter than Benny. Get that hat off and I think you’re shorter than Santi.”

“I’m taller than him,” Frankie whines at the reminder. “How come Benny’s the baby and he’s so tall? He’s like a fuckin’ giraffe up there, can never see his stupid face,” he pouts.

“He’s too tall for comfortable hugs,” you nod in agreement. “And Santi is too short. And Will is too fucking awkward,” you laugh. You purposely leave out the bit about how perfect hugs from Frankie are, how much you dream about them and crave them.

His dark brows furrow as he looks up at you with glazed eyes. “Wha’bout me?”

The car stops for a moment as a light in front of you turns red. You smile down at him and push his messy curls from his forehead. “I like hugging you. You’re comfy.”

“Ha, grizzly bear hugs,” he slurs. “Y’should call me that more often. I like it when you call me things the boys don’t. Makes me feel tingly,” he laughs, lovestruck as he looks up at you.

“Tingly?”

“Yeah, like when they put the meds in before they steal your teeth.”

“Steal your teeth?” You laugh loudly, toying with one of the curls. “Do you mean get a tooth removed?”

“Same thing. I don’t like it when they do it then. I like it when you call me stuff though. Fishie makes me laugh and feel happy.”

“Oh yeah?” God, he’s so fucking precious. He looks at you like a puppy stares at their owner, pure and unadulterated love radiating from them. “I’ll need to call you Fishie more often then.”

It’s quiet for a while. Frankie’s head still rests against your shoulder. He can feel all of the tiny muscles move as you steer and navigate the car. He likes the way they move, making his drunken head even more floaty. After a few moments, he shifts to lean against the car door, just watching you.

The music drifting from the radio is soft and quiet. You almost think Frankie’s fallen asleep, since he’s so quiet, but you look over and see him gazing over at you. “Penny for your thoughts, Fish.”

You’re expecting something stupid. Frankie is quite the philosopher when he’s drunk, always asking odd rhetorical questions. ‘Is a muffin an unfrosted cupcake?’ has always been a favorite of his. He’s never quite made up his mind about it, waxing poetic about the difference in the two baked goods.

He always says something stupid, but this time, his sober thoughts become his drunken words. “You’re the most absolute prettiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he smiles at you, those pink lips curled into a soft smile. It shows off his dimple, and you want to scream from how cute he looks. One of his big hands reaches over and cups your face.

“You’re drunk,” you shake your head, looking back at the road. “Don’t be stupid.”

“No, I mean yeah. Kinda drunk and really stupid, ha, but I mean it. You’re so fuckin’ pretty, cariño.” The backs of his fingers trace across the side of your face, resting on the side of your neck now.

You look down at yourself, still skeptical. “No, I know what you’re gonna say,” he pouts, beating you to the punch. “You’re in your pajamas and your hair is all messy ‘n whatever, but you’re so pretty. Your face is so cute. I love your nose. Just wanna…” he leans over and makes good on his promise for earlier. “Boop,” he coos as he pokes the tip of your nose, smiling wide. “You’re so cute. The guys make fun’a me because I never shut up about it.”

“Oh really?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and laughing.

“Yeah. Santi says I’m in love with you,” he murmurs, sitting back against the car window.

You gulp as you force yourself to grip the steering wheel harder, staring at the white dashes separating the two-lane road. “Yeah? What do you have to say on the matter?”

“I’m kinda thinkin’ he might be right.” His voice is small and quiet.

You shake your head again, eyes watering from the honesty. There’s no way he can think that. He’s shitfaced. He doesn’t mean it, there’s no way. He’s never been more than a friend, done anything to indicate romance.

Or… maybe he has, you reflect. He pays for your drinks most nights. He’ll order something you want and share it with you. He’s always a little touchier than he is with the boys. “You don’t mean that,” you say quietly, swallowing hard.

Whatever common sense he has left tells him to be quiet, so he does. He sits there silently for the rest of the drive, the tension palpable between the two of you. When you finally reach his house and park, you hold your breath. You don’t know what to do, what to say, but you can’t just let him go inside without saying anything. He sits up a little straighter as he realizes he’s come to a stop.

You bite your lip and look over at him. “I should help you inside.”

He nods and you turn off the car, putting the key in the pocket of your hoodie. You get out and walk to Frankie’s side, opening his door. He reaches his arms out to you and you chuckle a little. He looks like a helpless little child.

“Alright, grizzly bear,” you grunt as he swings his feet out and you help lift him to his feet. His arms cling to you tight until he’s standing up.

“Thanks,” he murmurs and wraps an arm around your shoulder when he’s upright.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you chuckle.

Using you as a crutch, he walks alongside you and into his house. He fumbles with the key until you open it for him, then lock it behind you. He leads the way to his room, opening the door and sighing as he sees his bed.

“Not yet,” you say as he tries to get to the bed. “Come on.” You pull his flannel off, leaving him in the t-shirt underneath. “Okay, go on.” He flops down onto his bed with a happy noise. Once he’s down, you unlace his boots and pull them off, then his socks.

Standing at his side, you undo his belt. “Woah,” he laughs. “‘M way too drunk for that, pretty girl. Kinda wanna though.”

“Shut the fuck up, Fish,” you laugh and thread it through the loops, tossing it aside. “I’m getting your clothes off so you can sleep.”

“Oh,” he sighs, giggling drunkenly as you pull his pants off. “Kinda feels like we’re gonna fuck.”

“Maybe another time,” you tease and pull the covers over him. Pushing his curls from his face, you softly kiss his cheek. “Call me when you’re sober, okay?”

He frowns and grabs the hand on his face with both of his rough palms. “Don’t leave me,” he pouts.

“Frankie,” you sigh and look at your watch. “It’s 3:35 in the goddamn morning.”

“Then stay the night,” he begs. “You said you like hugging me. I want you to hug me all night long,” he sighs, kissing your fingertips. You smile softly. It’s a good offer, you have to admit. He makes it even harder to say no. “I won’t be able to sleep if you’re not here when I wake up.”

“Lots of things can happen while you’re asleep, Fishie. I can-”

“Mm, Fishie,” he says with a smile, his eyes fluttering closed. “Come snuggle with me, pretty girl.”

You sigh as you look at the man. It’s not like you haven’t spent time pressed into his side, watching a sports game or a movie. You and Frankie are affectionate friends. He looks so warm and inviting, his body radiating heat. “Fine,” you give in. “Only because I’m cold.”

“Not ‘cause you like me too?” he asks and rolls over, leaving room for you.

“We can discuss that when you’re sober.” The spot he laid is warm and cozy, his body heat making it perfect for you. You slide under the covers next to him and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

Frankie presses a sloppy kiss to your head, smiling. You can hear his slow and steady heartbeat. “G’night cariño,” he mumbles, lips still buried in your hair.

“Goodnight, Frankie,” you whisper.

He falls asleep almost instantly, and you’re close behind him. You’ve never been more at peace than when you fall asleep in Frankie Morales’s arms.

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read part two: SOBER THOUGHTS

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[saintobio]

I've like casted the intro thingy almosy 3 times onto my TV atp so thank god finally my finger hit the ask box- Okay, SO SAINT, IK IM TIPSY RN BUT I MY ALCO FUZZIEX BRAIN CANNOT THINK OF ANYTHING BUT SY AND SY GOJO RN. IK IBEEN SOBBINF OVER HIM FOR THE PAST HOUR BUT SAINT, I WANNA CRY AND TELL U THAT U ARE AMAZING AND ILY, I HOPE YOI KNOW UOI DESERVE THE WORLD PLS 😭😭 IM SORRY IF THIS ASK COMES ACROSS AS SLOPPY AND PLAIN ANNOYING BUT HOLY SHIT IM JUSY CRYING AT HOW TALENTRD YOU ARE FOR GIVINF US QORLDS TO ESCAPE TO LIKE SN/SY, OLAL, WASTELANDS ESCPECIALLY WHEN PEOPLE HAVE BORINGASS LIVES LIKE MINE. ITS SO SEDENTARY AND STALE THAT I HAD TO DRINJ TO NOT BE THE SOBER ME. AND THEN YOURE SO NICE AND WITTY WITH ALL YOUR FOLLOWES TOO!!! YOURW HELLA COOL I HOPE U KNOW THAT!!! I HOPE U KNOW I ADOREE YOU MORE THAN ANY AUTHOR ATP. ILYYY. TAKE CARE OR GOJO NO UNBOX! BYE-BYE!!

ty so much!!! that’s so nice of u and it’s not annoying at all :D rly glad you enjoy some of my works <33

@otivez said

saint i've been DYING to tell you this omg my law professor told us this crazy story last week and istg it's sincerely not

it's very long and wild but in a nutshell this son of a high status family in the 60s needs to marry someone and his parents don't like his girlfriend so they find him a woman. he goes to his gf and tells her that he should marry the other woman and then they should see. fast forward a couple years he gets cancer and dies. after he dies, they see that he has 14 kids with his wife AND 15 with his girlfriend 😭 they ask the wife "why" and she says "well she gave birth so i had to give birth too" 😭 they were RACING 🤧 my mind just instantly went "what if reader was like sera too" shit gets even crazier that they even made a tv show about it

WHATJDJD THATS SO MESSY 😭

Anonymous said

Hello new reader here👀 An auntie lurking around.

I’m not an anime watcher (but a kdrama one) btw so I don’t know who this characters are irl? Is that even the term?🤣 I just happen to open tumblr after 5 years, this is my 12 year old account whom I spent my teenage years (you can guess my age already 😂)and that one person I’m following reblogged your Sincerely yours series. AND GURL WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN IN MY HECTIC BORING CORPORATE LIFE?!!! It’s been too loooong since I got invested like this for real😭 I am so intrigue, this is nothing like The Princess Diaries I used to read😒😂 and now I discover this gem called smut brrrr Guess what chapter I happen to read first, it’s the bora bora damn I was like, this series is fucking interesting I’m hooked and started reading from the very beginning. To that person who reblogged that chapter, thank you! And Saint, I love you! Muah💋

P.S I’m not following you yet, I don’t want to see the juicy spoilers 😁but I will, I PROMISE once I’m done teehee. And I just google this fucker Gojo Satoru (I’m in a chapter where I really despise him and Sera right now hahaha) he’s my wallpaper now btw and now I’m introducing him to my niece as my cheating rich handsome fiance so they’d stop calling me an old maiden😩

P.P.S can I share how I imagine yn’s style and appearance? It’s Kang Sa-Ra in kdrama A beauty Inside❤️ this is before I saw your curated aesthetic images for sn and yn hehe

it’s sooo interesting when people who don’t watch jjk actually read sn/sy 😭 i hope u know that they are very ooc in this series, and gojo isn’t like this at all HAHAJAJ also i haven’t watch that drama but the inspos for her fashion usually come from typical kdrama chaebols 😹

Anonymous said

I really wanted yn and Gojo to end up together because I’m a Gojo simp lmao. But if SN and SY with OG characters? honestly I don’t want the FL to end up with the ML I want them to go on their separate ways but have a healthy or civil coparenting their child. They’re both too broken to be together again but if they happen to have the strength to patch things up, I wish they’re already both healed to be together again.

If Gojo and YN is the endgame… Saint, I wonder how… And if they’re not… waaah

Anonymous said

This is a terrible thing to say but I'm toji x yn because i think it's the less worse option of gojo x yn. Both relationships have major issues but toji by comparison has less issues and can be salvage. Despite the titanic reference gojo made in sn19 their ship sunk and is staying at the bottom.

gojoyn or tojiyn, i think we can all agree that yn x therapy should come first 😫

@bellehalla said

this is not new but i will defend those Utahime haters because...i am one of them. first of all, why would you go after your friend's ex boyfriend. that itself is already questionable. then you go after an ex that your friend has a bad and complicated history with. apparently, that's not enough to set her head straight. then, you as a friend, know that this friend of yours is losing her shit, losing her mind over this dude and you're out here uwu catching feelings. BUT GREAT CHAPTER SAINT! <33

ahahaha i just know utahime wouldn’t give this much damn abt gojo in canon 😭 but sy!hime is a cassie

Anonymous said

Oh boy, your writing is so captivating! sn6 is the first chapter I've read as it's been released and what a chapter it has been... Thank you for doing this!

A question, I've seen in your profile that your type is INFP and as an mbti nerd have been wondering if you take the personality types of the characters when writing the story?

Sorry if the question has been asked before but I've just been very curious :)

tysm <33 i’m not very knowledgeable about mbti but i remember one of my readers who did a long post abt the characters mbti and why they make sense!! sorry i couldn’t find it anymore but it was during sn era, which is several months ago T^T

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She Might Be Your Girl (But She's Calling Me Daddy (Rhea Ripley x OFC!Harper) (18+ Fic) (Pt.3/3)

Ahhh it's all poppin' off, guys!! I was debating on breaking this chapter up and making yall wait but... nah! This one's a bit of a rollercoaster. Someone gets arrested. Someone gets folded and fucked like a pretzel... enjoy!💓🎉

(gif made by me)

Disclaimer: All of the characters in this work of fiction are consenting adults. If the type of content I write isn't your cup of tea, do not read it. Read the tags and decide for yourself.

Summary: Harper and Rhea have gotten themselves into a messy arrangement that threatens to tear them apart... Will either of them get their shit together?? Maybe so!

Tags: 18+, Daddy Kink (if you blink), consensual sex, oral sex, friends with benefits to lovers, angst. Looots of angst. And stupidity between two adults who are too chickenshit to just talk things through. You've been warned...

Word Count: 1,914

Corbs decided to host a party at his place and of course, we were all invited.

The incessant tension between Rhea and Danny reached a fever pitch from the moment we arrived at the get-together.

And the drinks we were all having certainly weren’t helping.

I was a bit tipsy myself, but I had abandoned the alcohol as soon as I felt the room spin even slightly.

I didn’t plan on getting sloppy drunk, especially with all this drama popping off.

I wanted to be as sober as possible so I didn’t say or do some shit that I might regret…

Well.

More than I’ve already done thus far, really.

‘’I’m sooo glad your mask has fallen off, mate. I really am. I was getting real sick of your ‘sweet churchboy’ act you were trying to pull off with everyone.’’ Rhea slurred angrily at Danny.

‘’Okay, can we not do this shit tonight? Cut it out.’’ Baron sighed, his shoulders tense and his features irritated, understandably so.

But Rhea and Danny completely ignored him, and they continued with their back and forth exchange that had been escalating through the night.

‘’You think I don’t know that you want my girlfriend?’’ Danny replied, slurring his words as well.

His unfocused gaze seemed to be searching Rhea’s for any reaction.

I sat next to Baron and sighed deeply as well, knowing that this wasn’t gonna end well.

‘’Seriously, guys. Enough.’’ I said, but they just pushed on like incessant children.

‘’Why? Does that bother you, Danny? What- you starting to think she’s getting under you to get over me and that bothers you? Threatens you?’’ Rhea smirked while the boys hissed underneath their breaths and I was looking for the nearest crevice to hide under.

Rhea’s words hit a nerve in both Danny and I for different reasons, but I certainly wasn’t expecting Danny’s response.

‘’Oh, please. I’m a god to her… she calls me Daddy.’’ Danny replied proudly, matching Rhea’s smirk as if he won the lottery.

As if he didn’t just say something completely fucking ridiculous.

Rhea wasn’t off the hook either, though.

‘’We didn’t need to know that…’’ Dom said awkwardly, the rest of the boys agreeing wholeheartedly.

‘’Danny…’’ Rhea chuckled.

‘’Somehow, I doubt that. But even if she did… just know that when she calls you that, she’s definitely not thinking about you, bro...’’ She said, laughing again at the stumped look on Danny’s face.

‘’Even if she- for some reason- breaks up with me for you. It won’t last. I give it a month tops… you’re not gonna ruin this for me, Rhea…’’ I heard Danny slur that last part lowly, almost as if talking to himself and thinking that he would go unheard.

‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ I piped in, hearing Corbs let out a soft ‘holy shit’ from his spot next to me.

I watched Danny go pale, realizing that in his drunk stupor, he had voiced his thoughts out loud.

‘’Nothing, babe… I’m so drunk right now…’’ Danny said, laughing softly as he rubbed his face.

But the damage was done.

I dropped Danny off at his place shortly after that.

With just those words out of Danny’s mouth, Rhea’s suspicions were confirmed.

His sudden desire to want to accompany me on the road wasn’t about wanting to be with me.

At that realization, I did feel a sting of hurt.

Call it ego or whatever, but it hurt.

But underneath that, there was relief.

I had found my chance.

My out.

And this time I wasn’t going to act aloof and dense, and I was going to take that out and run with it…

~~~

I broke up with Danny the very next morning.

I figured I wouldn’t keep either of us in suspense any longer.

He… didn’t react too kindly.

I ended up locking him in my home and staying in my car while I called Baron and then the cops to get Danny out of my house.

What I didn’t know was that Baron had also called Rhea.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a relief to see her as well after being scared out of my fucking mind.

They arrived together before the police, and I let them both into my car.

Only, the second Rhea took notice of the forming bruises on my arms, she began heading into my house and I followed behind her.

‘’Open the door, H.’’ She said, once she realized it was locked.

‘’I don’t want him to get away.’’ I said, looking at her and the front door wearily.

‘’He won’t... Open the door or I'll open it myself.’’ She spoke.

There was a viciousness in her eyes and in her posture that made me shake my head.

I wasn’t willing to let her soil her hands on my behalf.

Running on instinct, I did what I felt in the moment.

I kissed her.

I kissed her and I felt her anger slowly drain away, making way for a look of concern once the kiss ended.

‘’Get in the car, Rhea. I need you here. With me. Not in the back of a cop car for assaulting that douchebag… Besides… I did this to myself. You were right. I used him to get over you-‘’ I rambled.

Rhea shook her head and guided us to my car where Baron waited for us.

‘’Good. No one else is going to jail.’’ He said, making Rhea and I chuckle half-heartedly.

Then Rhea turned her serious gaze on me.

‘’This isn’t your fault. I don’t give a damn if you strung him along. He didn’t have to put his hands on you.’’ She said and Baron murmured his agreement.

‘’Yeah- everyone involved acted really fucking childishly… but it's not an excuse, the guy’s a nutjob.’’ He said.

After the cops arrived and took Danny away, I settled in my place with Baron and Rhea for a bit before Baron had to tend to his family a little later in the evening, leaving me alone at my place with Rhea.

We sat in silence for a moment, letting the events of the night before and today sink in.

‘’I’ve been really fucking stupid…’’ I said softly as we cuddled in my bed.

Sinking into her warm body in my bed was exactly what I needed.

‘’I wasn’t helping the situation either… I’m sorry.’’ she said.

I accepted her apology and pressed my lips against hers for the second time that day, moaning softly as her tongue brushed against mine.

Kissing her and being with her even after everything that’s happened still felt like the easiest thing on Earth.

And I couldn’t wait to have more…

I surprised Rhea by straddling her lap and I shivered as her hands rubbed up and down my thighs while she looked up at me with a lazy smirk.

‘’Why do you look so surprised, Mami?’’ I said, giggling softly as I let the nickname slip and pinning Rhea’s wrists to the bed in a half-hearted attempt at dominance.

‘’I figured you’d wanna just chill after the day you’ve had…’’ Rhea said, moaning softly as I laid hungry, open-mouthed kisses to her neck.

I let out of a soft ‘hmph’ as I continued staking my claim against her skin, grinding my clothed hips against hers.

‘’Now why would I give that asshole the satisfaction of me depriving myself from this?’’ I smirked, watching her eyes go heavy-lidded with lust.

I let out a surprised squeak as I was suddenly flipped onto my back and Rhea laid over me, between my legs.

Panting hard, I helped Rhea unbutton my shorts and slide them off, leaving me in a thin band tee and my panties as she took her time to explore my body with her hands, kneading my breasts underneath my shirt and running her nails lightly against my shivering skin.

‘’That’s fair, princess…’’ Rhea said as she lifted my t-shirt and ran her tongue against my stomach, making me giggle softly at the ticklish sensation.

Those giggles quickly melted into moans as her mouth traveled towards my breasts and she squeezed them firmly, pinching lightly as her fingers reached my nipples.

‘’You were very cute, trying to be all dominant.’’ Rhea laughed, but I couldn’t respond.

Not with the pleasurable sensations her mouth was giving me.

She chuckled again as I lightly pushed her head lower where I really wanted it, letting out a pathetic whimper.

Her tongue lapping against my clothed pussy was heavenly, but her tongue against my bare pussy made my body almost shoot off my bed.

‘’Yes, please… Rhea don’t- don’t stop, it’s so good…’’ I babbled, panting hard and trying to grind against her mouth, but her grip on my hips gave me no wiggle room.

Eventually, she moved one hand down to slide a finger into me as her tongue worked my clit, and I saw her eyes light up in satisfaction as she brought me closer and closer to the edge.

My thighs trembled, and my hands didn’t know where to hold on, going from gripping her hair, to gripping the sheets and back again.

‘’Oh my god… please!’’ I sobbed, not even knowing what I was begging for anymore.

And suddenly, it stopped.

‘’Whaaat…’’ I said, lifting my head as Rhea climbed off the bed to remove her clothes.

Chuckling at my confused expression, she winked at me.

‘’Relax, we’re not done. Are these good to use?’’ She asked after finding my toy chest.

My heart jumped as I watched her hold up a decent sized dildo along with a harness.

She laughed heartily as I got into position, playfully smiling at her as I flipped onto my stomach and elevated my hips, presenting myself to her.

‘’Yep! Grab the one on the left though, it’ll feel good for you too.’’ I said, pointing at a dildo with a vibrating piece attached to it that went inside the person wearing it.

I let out a soft moan as she brought her palm down on one of my ass cheeks, matching my playful grin.

Rhea grabbed the lube and saturated the toy after she got situated between my legs again.

‘’Oh, shit, that’s good…’’ I whimpered as Rhea slowly entered me, hitting my sweet spot just right in this position.

I encouraged her to go faster, and I was damn near mewling as she moved.

My moans grew louder as Rhea hovered over me, holding my wrists down on the bed as her hips pumped harder.

I moaned her name again and again, feeling myself get closer to the edge again as her lips traveled along my back, licking, biting, kissing along my warm skin…

Only this time, my orgasm bombarded me, making me blank out for a few seconds.

I could hear her reach her own orgasm and I laughed breathlessly as an overwhelming feeling crashed over me.

‘’Fuck, I’ve missed you…’’ I said, panting hard as I tried to regain my breath.

I let out a whooshing breath as Rhea planted soft kisses along a back, trying to catch her own breath as well.

‘’I’ve missed you too… dinner?’’ She said out of nowhere.

I turned my head to meet her eyes, laughing loudly at the innocent smile on her face as if she didn’t just fuck my brains out not even two seconds.

‘’You’re a fucking heathen, you know that?’’ I replied, shaking my head fondly…

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Pregnancy Announcement HCs

Drabbles under the cut for how Pedro boys would react to your pregnancy, and how you’d share the news. Trigger/content warnings: Pregnancy (both planned and surprise,) mention of abortions as an option, talk of contraception, smut (including cum play, cock warming,) mentions of PTSD and past drug addiction, mentions of dead former partners, blood, periods, doctors/obgyns, single parent/father not wanting to actively participate. If I missed anything, please let me know! Lack of editing as usual... 

Pics are for inspiration, not always an exact replica. All take place in a sort of modern AU where there might be a social media to post pictures to.

Dave York

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Dave already has a family and he made it very clear that he wasn’t leaving them for you. When you found out, you were terrified he would demand you terminate the pregnancy - heck, you considered it briefly yourself. You thought long and hard about your options even before telling Dave.

His first reaction was about as bad as it could get: he said nothing, got up and left. He returned a few hours later when you had already cried yourself hoarse. He held you in his arms as he spoke clearly and carefully. He asked if you wanted to keep the baby, and when he said yes he almost seemed torn. You don’t know if it was wishful thinking that he was excited to have another child, but you swore you saw a sparkle in his eye… of course, it wasn’t that simple.

He told you it wouldn’t be easy for you since he would never be with you like that - you were just the nanny he was fucking. If you wanted to go it alone, he would help financially and support you as much as he could, but he couldn’t claim the baby as his and risk losing his daughters.

You were going to have to go the single mother route, and if anyone asked you’d have to either say it was a fling or the father wasn’t interested in being in the picture.

Din Djarin

In all honesty, you were surprised it didn’t happen sooner. Din loved to cum inside of you. He’d lay with you, his softening cock still inside you to make sure nothing slipped out. When he finally did, he’d watch with amazement as your body twitched as it adjusted to emptiness. Gently, he’d push any dripping cum back into your fluttering hole. His deep, gruff voice was laced with exhaustion and lust as he would talk about filling your pretty pussy, not wasting a drop…

When you started getting ill, you at first thought it was just a passing bug. It was inevitable with all the travel that you would fall under the weather. Two weeks into the churning stomach, you realized you missed a period. 

When you brought it up to Din, he changed all travel plans - the bounties could wait, he had to get you to the nearest clinic ASAP. The test coming back positive had him glowing with pride. It was hard to convince him to wait until further along to announce the pregnancy, knowing anything could happen in these early stages. As soon as you gave him the all-clear, he did everything but shout it from the rooftops. By the time the picture was posted -your headgear, his helmet, and a tiny helmet between - everyone already knew anyway.

Ezra

It was a surprise, but not a shock. You and Ezra, although you tried to be safe, definitely had a habit of being caught up in the moment and forgetting certain precautions. A walk through the forest that led to a beautiful field of flowers, a picnic on a moonlit beach - there were times Ezra was so overwhelmed by your beauty and the beauty around him that he just got swept up. It was hard not to get swept up with him.

He was ecstatic when you told him you thought you might be pregnant. He could hardly wait for you to take a test. His knee bounced anxiously as you waited the 2 minutes, holding your hand tightly in his. The positive result brought tears to his eyes as he embraced you close but gently, already scared of hurting the baby. He saw it as nothing less than a blessing. He dropped to his knees as soon as he let you go, already talking to the bundle of cells, calling them his little shining star. The nickname sticks throughout the pregnancy, leading to a beautiful space-themed nursery and all events leading up to the birth, including the announcement.

Frankie Morales

You’re absolutely terrified to tell Frankie. You knew he wanted to be a father, but the two of you had talked so much about the fears you shared about being parents. Mental health, substance abuse, financial stability - it made the concept of “starting a family” overwhelming.

Your stomach rolled the whole time you waited for him to get home from work, little plastic test taunting you from the table. What if it set him off? He’d been sober for years, but you knew every day was a new battle. You were so consumed by your own thoughts, playing out how he might react in your head, that you didn’t even hear him come in.

“Are you…” He half-asked the question, eyes darting between you and the test. You couldn’t find your voice, only nod. The facial change in him was immediate: broad smile and wonder in his eyes as he laughed, scooping you into his arms. You clung to him just as tightly as he started laughing, too much joy coursing through him. As he started crying “holy shit, I’m going to be a papa,” how could you have possibly doubted he’d be anything but ecstatic?

You each tell your closest friends and your families, but you manage to keep it under wraps for the first months until posting your announcement and shocking everyone. Toes in the sand at the beach of your favorite camping spot, imagining the sandcastles and other games you’d be playing in the near future - it was everything you could ever want.

Jack Daniels

The two of you were religiously careful. You had talked about a family, but had agreed that until Jack was ready - which may or may not happen - you were going to prevent it. But life finds a way…

You find out much later than you would have liked - nearly 3 months in, you missed the whole first trimester. Looking back, there were obvious signs of pregnancy but you just didn’t think it was possible. You and Jack find out together at a doctor’s appointment. You leave the office shell shocked with a stack of pamphlets to consider your options and an appointment for next week. When you get home, Jack doesn’t even talk about it. You try to bring it up a few hours later, but he ignores you.

Finally, 3 days later, you can’t take it anymore. You feel like you’re in this completely alone at this point as you yell at him “ignoring it won’t make it go away!” Jack breaks down and tells you he’s so damn scared. He cries in a way you’ve never seen him cry, talking about how he wants a family with you but he can’t go through that kind of loss a second time. It nearly killed him the first time and he wouldn’t be able to handle it again. You talk long into the night about all of it - both of your fears, worries, dreams, thoughts - nothing is off limits as you talk about all the possibilities lying in front of you. Even through the fear and trauma, one thing is clear: you both want this.

It’s not easy, but your doctor helps relieve some worries. She speaks frankly to you about the development of the baby along the way and suggests a therapist that might be able to help, as well as classes you can take on parenting. It doesn’t take long for the worried “what ifs” to be paired with excited “whens.”

Javier Peña

When Javier Peña walked into your small town police station, you thought you were dreaming. Sent to help with a case that your rural forces didn’t have the experience to handle, he was only supposed to be in town as long as the case took. You never imagined you, just a lowly admin, would catch his eye.

It didn’t take long for you to tumble into the bed of his hotel room. And your bed at home. And your car. And his truck. And just about any possible surface in between. What you thought was a one night stand turned to three, then four, and soon into a full fledged fling. You knew the expiry date hanging above your heads, so you kept your feelings for the charming (if a little gruff around the edges) agent locked deep away. The case took about two months, and then he was gone just as suddenly as he arrived.

A month after his departure, when you found out you were pregnant, you didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t even left you his number, so you were sure he had no plans to see you ever again. Should you track him down and let him know, or just carry on with this on your own? You spent night after night talking to the growing baby, asking what you should do.

Javier ended up answering the question for you, when he unexpectedly walked into the station once more. He asked to speak with you privately before admitting he had missed you. He told you about trying to forget you, only to spend most of his evenings telling his father about you. Eventually you cut him off with a kiss, telling him you’re glad he came back. You take his hand, placing it on your stomach when you tell him you had been thinking about him too.

Javi helps you secure a transfer to Laredo and even though you technically have your own place, you’re spending practically every night with him anyway. If anyone wondered why the move, well the recognizable mustache on your announcement answered their questions.

Marcus Moreno

Marcus doesn’t believe you the first time you tell him “I think I’m pregnant.” He remembers his wife’s pregnancy with Missy, and you haven’t shown any of those signs. You roll your eyes and tell him that every woman and every pregnancy is different, but he still doesn't believe you. It isn’t until he’s staring down at three tests, all positive, that it clicks in his head he’s having a second child.

He’s excited, but he admits he’s scared. He’s older now, what if he can’t keep up with a baby? More than that, he’s worried about Missy.

You both know you don’t want Missy to feel left out or replaced by a new sibling. The two of you have a good relationship, but of course there were speed bumps to get there. She understood you weren’t trying to replace her mother. Would she be as understanding, knowing that you weren’t trying to replace her?

You and Marcus sit her down and tell her together. Before you can even start on your planned spiel about how the family is growing and no one is getting replaced, she is talking a mile a minute about having a little sister. You and Marcus share a relieved breath and lock eyes before you have to remind her that it might be a little brother. This seems to dampen her mood a little bit, but overall she’s still excited… even if she is adamant she isn’t touching any stinky diapers.

Another way you make sure to include her, is how you announce it to your friends and family. You’re sure, with Marcus’ status, it will get out to the public eventually, but you start by sending close friends and family a picture of Missy wearing a shirt calling her a “Big Sister.” She loves the photoshoot, making all kinds of faces as you snap away on your phone. Happy, sad, pouting, crazy… they all go in the baby book.

Marcus Pike

It was only a few months after your wedding that you and Marcus were ready to start a family. You didn’t “start trying” as much as you “stopped preventing.” There were a few false starts when your period would be late or the time you caught the stomach flu, but a few weeks short of your first wedding anniversary, you were pregnant.

Marcus spent many nights laying next to you in bed, hand on your stomach as he just stared at you - to the point where you actually started to get annoyed by it. He was amazed at your body changing, at the growing child inside of you, that he was finally getting the “happy ever after” he’d been looking for all his life.

The announcement was hilarious to shoot. Marcus and you were covered in paint splotches, laughing with love shining in your eyes. You held a palette Marcus knelt in front of you with a paintbrush, painting “Masterpiece coming soon” on your stomach where the bump had just started showing with the right angle.

Max Phillips

Max knew before you did, even if he didn’t put it all together. He started complaining that you tasted different, smelled different. Not just your blood, but as he spent hours trapped between your thighs. His keen senses had him identifying a change, but neither of you knew what change it was. After all, as far as you knew, a vampire couldn’t get a human pregnant.

Max whined when your period was late - he loved your time of the month. “Best of both worlds” he would say as he feasted on you for as long as you could stand it. It had happened before, your period being late due to stress or illness, but this time it wasn’t just a day or two. A few weeks later nothing had happened. A quick trip to your gynecologist confirmed it.

“I thought you said there was no way you could be pregnant,” she teased as she showed you the results.

Max was shocked, scared, and then proud as a pig in shit. He was terrified to be a father, but he hid that behind a swagger and a “yeah, I knocked her up. Not even death can stop these swimmers.”

Even if you did try to hide it for much longer, the vampires he worked with could smell the change in you too. Put together with Max’s protectiveness over you being ramped up even more than it had been… it was easy to figure out.

You took the picture as a joke - it was supposed to be a compromise that if you took this photo, he’d take the cheesy ones you wanted - but damn if it wasn’t your favorite of the bunch.

Maxwell Lord

You know that Maxwell had a bad history with family. First his parents weren’t as supportive as they could have been, and then his ex-wife had all but used Alistair against him anytime she could. You knew he may be nervous when you shared the news, but you didn’t expect him to turn into Maxwell Lord, television personality instead of your Max.

The first question out of his mouth was “is it mine?” Which broke your heart and set a fire in your gut. You threw anything you could get your hands on at him screaming at him for accusing you of cheating on him. You had just started to calm down when he mentioned lawyers and set you off again. You knew his past, but you truly thought he loved you and that you were his future.

You left, booking yourself in at a hotel. You didn’t leave the room - not only had you not packed anything and knew the paparazzi would devour a picture of you looking so disheveled, but you just couldn’t find it in you to go anywhere. You stayed in the room, ordering room service, watching TV, and crying. In a fit of rage, you had thrown the bottles from the mini bar across the room, needing to channel your anger and knowing you couldn’t drink your sorrows away anyway. 

He showed up a few days later, having followed the credit card charges to the hotel, looking remorseful. He apologized for the way he reacted, and you heard him out despite still being upset. There was a long talk in which you reminded him that you’re not his ex or his mother. You’re not trying to screw him over or get anything from him by having his child. It takes him a long time and a lot of groveling for you to truly forgive him, but you go back home that night.

A few months later, as the two of you take a picture on his yacht, both of your hands holding your growing bump, you can hardly tell the fight had happened at all.

Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand

Ellaria noticed before you did. A mother herself, she picked up on the glow in your skin, the change in your body, and the complaining about aches in your back or your breasts. When she pulled you aside and suggested you were pregnant, all you could do was blink. The three of you didn’t use protection with each other, only when others were invited into your bed. You’d never gone out of your way to prevent pregnancy, so while it shouldn’t have been shocking, it still caught you off guard. Ellaria brought you to her doctor, sitting with you while you found out for sure.

You were nothing but excited to share your news with Oberyn. You knew how he felt about you, about love and passion, about the children he already had. You had no doubt that he would love your child just as much as the rest of his daughters. The night you told him was spent making love while he waxed poetic about you, your body, your child... If you hadn’t already been pregnant, you’re sure you would have been at the end of the night.

With sand snakes spread across Dorne, you struggled for a way to tell them all. Sending letters didn’t seem to do the moment justice. This may be Oberyn’s 9th child, but it was your first and you wanted an extravagant way to share the news. 

Ellaria helped you to plan gathering all the children together. It wasn’t easy, but a month and a half after finding out, you had the whole, huge family together. You posed them all for a picture with you, Oberyn and Ellaria front and centre. You were handed a sign to hold for the picture - supposedly showing the family crest. However as soon as the picture was taken, you turned to show them.

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Shotgun Kisses pt.2 | Bakugou K.

Links: Bakugou x stoner!reader au & Shotgun Kisses (Read these first!!)

Notes: Firstly, I want to thank you all for the positive feedback my work has been receiving! I’m extremely thankful for ya’ll!! I also want to apologize for the delay in my posting; I’ve been traveling this week, and on top of that, dealing with the gas shortage on the east coast (it’s been HELL). But hopefully things will start picking up again soon! As always, my requests are open, so feel free to send in your requests or questions!

Summary: After apologizing to you, Bakugou is still struggling to get over his mistrust of your coworker, Shinsou. When you invite Shinsou to hang with everyone, Bakugou thinks it will be his final straw. That is, until Shinsou makes a move on someone unexpected. And suddenly, everything makes much more sense, and Bakugou looks completely oblivious. 

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Warning(s): 18+!! drug use, language (if you are underage, this fic is not for you!)

Bakugou was trying. 

He really, really was. 

He trusted you, and he hated fighting with you (especially when it was his fault, and he had to apologize), but damnit, that purple haired bastard wasn’t making it easy on him. Still, Bakugou was making an effort, and that meant he was visiting you at work, even though Shinsou was there, too. 

“Hello,” Shinsou drawled, a lazy, but definitely teasing, grin spread across his lips. He was leaned up against the counter, half of his purple hair tied back in a knot at the back of his head. “How can I help you?”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath in like Kirishima had taught him. His hands were wound into fists, shoved into his jacket pockets. “Just my regular.”

Shinsou hummed in response, turning to shout over his shoulder, “Y/n! Your loverboy is here!”

Bakugou grit his teeth, willing himself not to snap back at him. Technically, he wasn’t wrong. But he hated the teasing lilt to the other man’s voice. 

As per usual, his anger melted away - mostly - when you popped your head around the corner, from the storage room, smiling brightly. “’Suki!”

As much as Bakugou hated your job, you did look cute in your apron, and he was admittedly fond of the free coffee. 

You bounced over to him, definitely hyped up on too much caffeine, and wrapped your arms around him. “Hi.” You said, looking up at him. 

He squeezed you against him, pulling you in for a kiss, to your surprise. Normally, Bakugou was hesitant when it came to PDA. Of course, the cafe was almost empty, and it wasn’t much of a secret that Bakugou was turning up the heat in front of Shinsou. 

“You want your usual?” You ask sweetly, when he pulls away, dopey grin on your face. 

Shinsou, who had slipped away during the kiss, calls over his shoulder, “Already on it!”

“Try not to spit in it.” Bakugou says, lowly. 

Shinsou lets out a low chuckle, “I’ll try to contain myself.”

Apparently, this banter is friendly enough, because you laugh along with him. 

“You mind if I take my break now, ‘Toshi?”

Bakugou swallows down the burst of jealousy at the nickname, fists tightening in his pocket. 

“Yeah, no problem,” Shinsou tells you, as he sets the coffee down on the counter. “There you go. One coffee, hazelnut cream, no sugar. Extra bitter, just like you.”

Bakugou sneers at him, snatching the coffee from the counter and grabbing your hand to pull you along behind him. The two of you end up in the alleyway behind the shop, sneaking through the ‘employees only’ door. Bakugou sips the coffee, wishing it wasn’t so good. But damn, if Shinsou didn’t know his coffee. As far as Bakugou was concerned, that was the only thing the guy was good at. (Of course, he didn’t really know him that well, at all).

“You’re very broody today.” You say softly, looking over at him from where you leaned against the brick wall. “Something on your mind?”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, sipping his coffee again. “M’fine. Just... tired, that’s all.”

You hum, fumbling with one of your bracelets. You gaze up at him, grinning, “Do I need to call Kirishima to get it out of you?”

“Tch,” He scoffed, marching over to where you stood and leaning down over you. “Smartass.”

He leans down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You both taste like coffee, and Bakugou recognizes the faint, bitter taste of marijuana on your tongue too. He pulls away, raising a brow. 

“What, rolling up before work, you delinquent?”

You giggled, shoving his shoulder playfully, though it’s not enough to move him away from you. “Maybe. Gonna rat me out?”

“Hm,” His lips barely brush against yours, bumping his nose against yours. “I’m sure you could convince me not to.”

“Yeah? That easy, hm?” You say, leaning forward to kiss him again, but he pulls just out of your reach. You pout, and he laughs lowly. 

“I never said it would be easy.” He answers, smirking. 

You feel your breath hitch again, and his lips are back on yours. 

“Mm, Kats, love you, but I need to get back to work.” You mumble in between kisses.

Bakugou nips your bottom lip, but concedes, pulling away with a sigh. “Sure I can’t keep you occupied just a little while longer?”

“And people say I’m the bad influence.” You tease, laughing. “Sorry, babe. Can’t. Besides, I know you’re supposed to be getting lunch with the guys, and I’m not gonna be responsible for making you late.”

“Screw ‘em.” He says, planting another kiss on the corner of your mouth. 

You smile up at him, shaking your head. “What am I gonna do with you, Bakgou Katsuki?”

“Keep me, I hope.”

He’d meant it as a joke, but it came out much more serious than he’d meant. Thankfully, you don’t press him on it.

“Yeah, and what’s in it for me?” You tease, poking his stomach. You stretch up on your tiptoes to place another kiss on his jaw, voice softer than before, “I’m here till you don’t want me, Katsuki.”

Bakugou kisses the top of your head, “That’ll never happen.”

You turn to go back inside, stopping in the doorway to look back at him. “You coming to Sero and Denki’s tonight?”

“We’ll see.” Bakugou grunts.

“Mhm,” You grin. “I’ll see you there, then. Bye, Kats!”

...

By the time Bakugou shows up, he’s the last one there. Even Jirou, infamous for showing up fashionably late to their hangouts, was already inside, sitting with you and Mina on the floor. The three of you were deep in conversation, clearly already more than buzzed - your giggles and half-lidded eyes gave you away.

Bakugou felt the tug of a smile on his lips, watching you. He was glad the day was over. Finally, he could just relax.

And thats when he saw him.

Shinsou Hitoshi was sitting on the couch, leaning over a wide-eyed Denki to get the lighter off the table. 

Bakugou tried. He was trying. But even still, his hands shook with anger. 

Kirishima met his gaze, shaking his head, and he didn’t have to speak out loud for Bakugou to hear his usual, ‘Breathe, man. Everything’s fine. Deep breaths. It’s not worth it.’

“Bakugou!” Mina shrieked, “You made it! I told you he’d be here, Sero, you owe me $5!”

Bakugou scowled. “You bet against me?”

Sero shrugs sheepishly. 

You grin up at him from your spot by the girls, and Bakugou quickly crossed the room to sit by your side, ignoring the intruder on the couch. As he took a seat, he pulled you close to lean against his shoulder, and you instinctively reached for his hand without stopping your conversation.

“C’mon, Jirou, you should invite Yoamomo next time!” You were saying, “How will you ever get to know her if you don’t talk to her?”

Jirou, uncharacteristically flustered, shook her head. “No way. Absolutely not. Momo doesn’t seem the type to... ya know, any of this. We aren’t really her crowd.”

“So? She likes you doesn’t she?” Mina offers, puffing smoke.

Jirou’s cheeks turn a brighter shade of pink, and she slouches down more. “I dunno... Pass it here, Min.”

“I’m sure we could behave ourselves enough for a night.” You tease, grinning, “We could have a movie night! Totally sober, if that’s what you’re worried about, Kyo.”

A loud groan cuts into their conversation, from across the room, “Yeah, speak for yourself.” Denki says.

“As if you could get through a movie night totally sober, y/n.” Sero snickers. 

“Hey!” You shout back, sticking your tongue out at him. 

“He might have a point, man,” Shinsou cuts in. He’d been so quiet, Bakugou had almost forgotten he was there. Of course, his luck ran out. “Y/n can’t even make it through a shift sober.”

The room erupts into laughter, though Bakugou stays quiet, rolling his eyes. 

“Not true!” You say, blushing as you lower your voice, “You weren’t supposed to know about that.”

Shinsou’s laugh is apparently contagious, as he says, “Are you kidding?!” He breaks into an eerily accurate impression of you, “Hey, man, what can I get for ya? Aw, totally, nice choice! Have you tried the muffins, man, they’re sooo good.”

You burry your head in your hands as everyone joins in on the joke, leaning back into Bakugou to hide. “Fuck you, dude! Fuck you!”

“Holy shit!” Denki and Sero are gasping for breath, “How are you so good at that, man?” 

Shinsou grins slyly, reminding Bakugou of the cheshire cat (another reason he doesn’t trust the asshole). “Hey, a man can’t give away all his secrets, huh?”

Bakugou tightens his hold around your waist, mouth downturned into an unhappy scowl. 

“I think a movie night would be nice,” Kirishima changes the subject, and Bakugou sends him a small smile in thanks. “I’m sure we’d all like to meet Momo, and if she’s as sweet as you say she is, she’ll totally go for it!”

“Yeah,” Mina says, wrapping an arm lazily around Jirou, “Besides, you’re a total catch, babe! She’ll love you!”

“Thanks guys,” Jirou responds quietly, passing the joint to you. “I’ll think about it.”

You take a few drags, offering to Bakugou, who shakes his head. You don’t push it, blowing the smoke away from the two of you. 

“Man, and here I was, thinking you might finally relax some, Bakugou.” Shinsou comments.

Across the room, Denki has slouched against the other man’s shoulder, his feet propped up in Sero’s lap. 

“The fuck did you say?” Bakugou snaps, glaring. 

Shinsou chuckles, “Relax, dude, I’m kidding.”

“Yeah?” Bakugou growls, snatching the joint from between your fingers. “Fucking whatever.”

He takes a long drag, face red as he resists the urge to cough out of spite. Shinsou raises a brow, mouth twitching into a smirk. His fingers are in Denki’s hair, scratching lightly at his head, and the blonde looks like he could fall asleep any minute, a sleepy smile on his face. Bakugou feels an odd surge of jealousy, and frustration. These are his friends. You’re his girl. What the fuck is this guy playing at?

As Bakugou goes quiet, eyebrows furrowed and face drawn into a fierce scowl, and shoot Shinsou a look. He sighs, rolling his eyes, but silently agrees to lay off. 

“You okay?” You ask, leaning back and placing a light kiss on Bakugou’s jaw.

He yanks you into his lap with a huff, pouting. 

It takes everything in you not to giggle at him when he’s like this (it’s cute, okay?) but you knew that would only irritate him more. 

“’Suki.” You coo, quiet so no one else can hear you, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He mutters, frown deepening. 

“But-”

“I said it’s nothing, y/n.”

You sigh, giving up and leaning back against his chest. Why did he have to be so stubborn? 

Besides, you aren’t stupid. You know he’s unhappy because Shinsou is here. And, by all means, Shinsou is being an asshole. But he’s your friend, and a really good friend (only a friend). You just want the two to get along, and you want to show your boyfriend that he has nothing to worry about! But, as per usual, both boys are being... difficult, to say the least.

After a few minutes it becomes clear that Bakugou’s mood isn’t going to improve, so you go back to your conversation with Mina and Jirou, absentmindedly rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. Eventually, he starts to relax, but remains quiet. He’s too stubborn to admit that you know how to calm him down, after all. And, besides, he can’t risk the guys telling him he’s going ‘soft’ (his words, not yours).

As your high reaches its peak, you forget about the exchange almost completely. You’ve moved to lay your head in Bakugou’s lap, staring up at him. You reach for his hand, bringing it to rest on your head and he rolls his eyes, fingers gently scratching your scalp. You smile up at him lazily, blowing him a kiss. 

With his hands in your hair, you feel yourself begin to drift off, the conversations around you fading into a low buzz in the background. 

Suddenly, Bakugou’s hands stop.

“Kats,” You whine, one eye cracking open to see what was wrong.

Bakugou’s mouth is agape, brows raised, and face red.

“Kats? You okay?” 

He doesn’t answer, and you follow his gaze to the couch, where Denki has climbed into Shinsou’s lap. The blonde’s fingers are threaded into his hair, Shinsou’s firmly gripping his waist, and they’re kissing. You sit up, a laugh bubbling in your throat.

“See, bubs?” You plant a small, teasing kiss to his lips. “Told ya you have nothing to worry about.”

[forsakenoathkeeper]

I Am Alive (chapter 1/?)

Chapter 1: A Nurse for Androids

Deviant!Connor[RK800] x (fem!)Reader Rated M(18+) for canon-typical violence and gore, medical procedures, and graphic sexual content

Synopsis: You were a biomechanical engineer, a fancy way of saying that you repaired androids. After the revolution, you decided to move back to Detroit to offer aid as, essentially, a nurse. After stopping by to visit an old friend, you began to grow attached to his android partner.

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"Lieutenant, this place is-"

Connor stopped himself when he caught the look Hank was giving him. It was something akin to a scowl, though his lip was a bit more crooked and his eyes were more annoyed than angry.

"Hank," Connor corrected himself. "This place is-"

"Can it," the detective groaned, knowing full well he was about to get criticized for living in a dump.

Connor caught himself smiling a little, despite the fact he had just been told to shut up. There was something oddly satisfying about getting on Hank's nerves, especially when it was over harmless things. 'Banter' was what it was called.

Hank had been sober since the revolution, and that was nearing six months ago. It was a little difficult for Connor to get a grasp on how that made him feel. 'Proud' seemed to be the word that came up the most in his searches. He was proud of his partner and wanted to congratulate him.

The older detective insisted 'I don't need nuttin' and 'don't buy me no damn gifts' when Connor suggested they celebrate. After some insistence, Hank reluctantly agreed to let Connor help him clean his house. It seemed to go hand in hand with Hank's new resolve: get your shit together, tidy up the place, buy some new fucking furniture.

"Isn't the point of this whole deviant thing to not do stuff for humans?" Hank asked, mopping the kitchen while Connor loaded up 'Hank's crap' in a box to be donated.

"I'm doing this because I want to," Connor insisted. He paused and turned to Hank. "We could test it? Tell me to do something."

Hank leaned against the broom, eyeing the android suspiciously. "Fine. Trim Sumo's nails."

Connor did not even break eye contact. "No."

Hank let out a howling laugh. "Smartass."

The android smiled and resumed what he had been doing. It all made sense, why humans got such a rise in telling people to fuck off, why Hank had no issue telling Connor to 'mind his own damn business' when he scolded him for his choice in food. Free will felt good. Connor had his own apartment, collected a paycheck. He went to work every day because he wanted to.

The doorbell rang and Connor eyed Hank first.

The lieutenant shrugged his shoulders. "Knock yourself out. Probably just some damn door to door salesman."

Connor trotted over to the front door. When he answered , he was greeted by a pretty woman, a few inches shorter than him, with a bright smile and beaming eyes. She had a curious demeanor: like she had knocked on this door dozens of times. Well, you had, it had just been a long time.

Before he could utter a word-

"Holy shit," you exclaimed through a wild grin. You had expected Hank to answer the door. But, a familiar face did instead. His hair was neatly trimmed with just a few devious strands fallen over his forehead, kind brown eyes and a squared jaw. Most guys grew out of their freckles. You were pleased to see that he did not.

His eyes flickered with confusion at the sight of you. It was to be expected, so you didn't overthink it.

Excitement overwhelmed you and you reached forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down into a friendly embrace. He was frozen stiff in the door way, one hand still on the handle while the other hung limp at his side.

"God you got tall," you murmured happily into the space above his shoulder. You pulled back and looked into his confused eyes.

"Cole, don't tell me you forgot your best friend?" you teased. His head tilted slightly and his brow softened.

In the corner of your eye, you could see Hank approaching from the kitchen. When you saw the look on his face, your excitement settled down. He did not look like the police officer you knew growing up. His once clean shaven face was covered in a messy beard. His once neatly trimmed hair was long and shaggy. He had greyed a tremendous amount, likely from stress.

Yet, his kind eyes were the same as you remembered.

"Officer Anderson," you addressed him with a smile.

Hank didn't even have to ponder over who you might be. You were all grown up, sure, but like hell he'd ever forget the kid his kid spent most of his time with. He uttered your name with a sort of fondness that brought you right back to your childhood. However, there was something equally depressing in the way he said it.

"I am very sorry; but, I am not Cole."

Your eyes returned to the young man in front of you, the one you had just embraced. He offered his hand to you. You gawked up at him for a moment, processing what he had just said. It was then that you finally saw it, the solid blue LED on his temple.

Embarrassment flushed your face; so, you took his hand to try to drown it out. "My name is Connor and I am a detective with the Detroit Police Department," he introduced himself proudly.

"I - I'm sorry. That was very rude of me," you apologized, voice so much smaller than it was a few seconds ago. Connor didn't seem bothered at all by what had just occurred.

"Good to see ya', kid," Hank grunted. You nodded at him and forced a smile. Hank did not.

The older detective made a gesture, beckoning you inside. "Why don'tja come in..."

The android, Connor, stepped out of the way and you followed Hank into his living room. It had not changed one bit since the last time you were here: the same shaggy carpets and wrinkly old couch and faded recliner.

He had not said it yet; but, as you took a seat and began to process everything, you knew what was coming. Hank took a seat in his recliner and leaned forward, elbows on his lap. You felt your heart sink into your stomach and blood rush to your ears.

"Cole died, not long after you moved away," Hank explained. "This hunk'a'plastic is my partner." He motioned at Connor with a wave of his arm. "Sorry," he added on gruffly.

He had died... that long ago? And you had no idea... You had grown up, graduated college, lived through a quarter of your life already and Cole was... was gone, had been gone, long before he could experience much of anything.

"Hank - shit - I'm sorry. I came barging in here and-..." Hank waved you down, hoping to calm the storm that was beginning to brew. You continued, however, trying to settle the unease in your voice. "Me being here - it probably brought back painful memories. I should leave."

"Brought back memories, ya. Not painful ones," he replied, tone low, but sincere. "Less you count the time he fell outta the tree and broke his arm. You blamed yourself. So, I had two crying kids. Fucking hell."

His grumpy, yet playful tone, brought a smile to your face, and you choked out a laugh. "It was my fault," you giggled out.

"Yeah, well. That's a'right. He wore that cast like a medal," Hank replied with a soft smile, eyes looking off into nothing for a moment.

"I just wanted to say hi - check in on you guys," you explained, sniffling. You wiped some tears away before standing up. "I'm a mechanic - er, nurse - for androids. Moved back here to help, after the revolution - well, y'know. It's gonna be awhile before we can figure out a healthcare plan for androids."

"Sounds like you got a lot on your plate," Hank replied.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you're still a cop. I imagine you'll be hearing from me a lot - abuse cases, y'know?"

"I'm glad you made something of yourself," the older detective added on, fatherly tone catching you off guard. It forced a sincere smile to your face.

"I better get outta here," you breathed. "Oh! Uhm - here - in case you ever need to get ahold of me." You pulled a card out of your pocket and offered it to Hank before offering another one to the android. You avoided his gaze in the process, but he took the card eagerly.

"I'm mainly gonna be stationed at Thirium Clinic. They just opened a couple weeks ago. Lots of... well, battle wounds and-..." You trailed off when Hank nodding in understanding. Tensions were still running high, violent protests were inevitably going to continue for a very long time.

Hank yanked his wallet out of his pocket and tucked the card away.  In the corner of your eye, you could see Connor do the same with the card you handed him. "Thanks, kid. My cell never changed if you still have it."

"Good to know. Thanks, Hank."

"If we meet again, I hope it is under good circumstances," the android - Connor - stated. Your eyes landed on him, a natural response from trained politeness.

You tried not to be overwhelmed by the site of him. He looked like Cole - like Cole had grown up and matured into a handsome young man. His soft brown eyes and freckles clashed deliciously with his sharp jawline. His designers had even put texture in his skin around his mouth and along his jaw and chin, suggesting he shaved every morning. Most androids had flawless skin; but, Connor had visible pores.

"I hope so, too," you replied, forcing your eyes away from his face.

Did Hank know what Connor looked like? He said they were partners. Did Hank choose Connor? Was he made for Hank? Did Connor know what he looked like? You had lots of questions. But, none of them were even mildly appropriate.

"Hank, thank you for letting me bug you for a bit. It was nice."

He smiled a crooked smile. "Sure thing, kid. Now, get off my lawn."

You returned his smile and saw yourself out.

As soon as the door closed, Connor's mouth was open.

"Don't you apologize or any other dumb shit," Hank scolded him.

Connor's mouth made a quiet sound when he smacked it closed.

"Back to work," Hank groaned.

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...

Luck had it that you saw Hank and his android companion less than a week later. It first came in the form of a text from the older detective.

'connor fucked up his hand you working?' was what it read. You replied with a simple 'yes' and two of Detroit's finest were walking through the sliding door to the Thirium Clinic.

When you approached them, Connor had a towel wrapped loosely around his hand, the cotton stained blue from all the thirium that had leaked out of him.

"Hope you didn't expect something fancy," you said shyly as you ushered the boys over to a booth. The place was clearly an abandoned grocery store turned medical office. They had not yet put up any real walls, just portable ones to give the illusion of privacy. Simply put, it was a shit show

Connor sat down and propped his arm on the chair's operating arm. You took a seat next to him, flipped on the hovering light, and carefully removed the towel.

"Really? Have you seen my house?" Hank barked.

You chuckled at that; but, the laughter died off when you exposed Connor's injuries. The sheeting - skin, if you will - was completely torn off Conner's right hand: his palm, the pads of his fingers, even a few inches down his wrist. The wiring was exposed, and you could already spot several that needed to be replaced. His hand felt stiff as concrete, further proving the damage you had feared.

"Shit," you cursed, spinning away from him in your chair to a nearby filing cabinet. You fished out some wires, and continued fishing until you found the right ones for his model.

Connor had remained quite still, you realized, when you came back around. You looked over his arm again, mentally preparing yourself for the path ahead.

"Aside from the obvious missing tissue and thirium loss, it's like nerve damage," you explained over your shoulder to Hank.

"Damn it, Connor," he grunted.

"Sorry, lieutenant," the android replied, intentionally robotic, but with the slightest smirk on the corner of his lip.

You had to choke down a laugh. "I'm glad it hasn't been hurting you, Connor. But, this might," you warned him as you set down the wires.

"I understand," he replied firmly.

He twitched a little when you plucked the first wire. For the rest, he managed to stay still. With how close you were, you could occasionally hear him let out a quiet, sharp hiss, so quiet that Hank was unlikely to hear it. You ended up replacing almost every wire that ran from his digits, through his palm, and down his wrist to the first joint bracket. Listening to him wince in pain never got any easier.

"Finally. Done with the wires," you breathed once the last one was secured. You leaned back and let Connor flex his fingers and twist his hand. He began to rotate his wrist around when you decided to stop him, gently cupping the back of his hand.

You did this all the time; but, you were faintly aware of heat blossoming on your cheeks as you held Connor’s hand. You silently scolded yourself, feeling a little too old to have a silly crush.

"Gotta patch you up, then a thirium transplant," you breathed.

Before it would adhered to an android and take on a skin tone, their flesh was pale, metallic, shiny and sparkly. It was also something between plastic and silicone, and had to be melted.

Hands were detailed, with corners and wrinkles, and much harder to get right than patching a wound on a thigh, which meant it would take a little longer. You had a handheld device that made it easier. It looked almost like a tattoo gun, and allowed you to carefully adhere it over the gaping wounds on his hand.

Normally, you had to ask your patients to be still. Connor seemed to be doing a great job of handling that without needing to be told. As you finished, you watched in awe as the flesh took on the peachy, light color of his factory default skin tone.

With a sigh, you set your tools down and maneuvered over to a nearby storage container holding bags of thirium. You wished one out and handed it to the detective. His levels weren’t low enough to require manual insertion. He could do it a more conventional way.

It was almost funny that androids were designed this way, that their only existing digestive track was to take in more blood. Keeping their thirium levels in the proper range was the closest equivalent they had to the need for nutrients.

Connor smiled gratefully as he took the bag from your hand. “That should be good,” you stated, trying not to feel so bashful beneath his gaze. “Let me know if anything feels wrong in your han-”

It was an unexpected door slam that shattered the moment. Some gasps sounded from the around room, You stood up and looked towards the entrance to see a severely damaged android limping in, a gun in his left hand and his right cradling a wound. He was wearing scraggily clothes that looked unfitting with his prim and proper haircut.

"I want an android doctor!" he demanded, the gun tight in his hand but pointed to the floor. His posture suggested he was scared to use it. However, that did not stop Connor from drawing his own gun.

"Wait," you hissed at him, pushing his arm down.

Connor uttered your name in a scolding tone as you stepped away from the chair and approached the injured android.

You took slow steps towards him, palms exposed in a display of yielding.

"S-stop!" he stuttered, shouting at you. Yet, he didn't point the gun at you.

"Hi. What is your name?" you asked him, not bothering to try and hide your nervousness. Everyone was staring at him nervously, patients near the door scrambling to get away from him.

He hesitated, looking at you with fear in his eyes. "T-Thomas..."

"Hi, Thomas," you replied, trying your best to steady your voice. "I'm sorry but all the nurses here are human. We came here from all over the country to help androids. You don't need the gun."

"No!" he cried out. "I don't want any humans touching me!"

Thomas was not just handsome, he was gorgeous. He had the type of pretty face people dreamt about and bright blue eyes. It didn't take a genius to determine what he was made for.

"Thomas, no one here is going to do anything that you don't want," you spoke to him, firmly. That was easy to say without fear, because it was the truth. "I promise."

You stepped closer, one foot at a time, and kept your eyes on his. You offered your hand and watched the fear slowly melt away behind his eyes.

"H-humans lie," he uttered, choked up, tears threatening to fall.

"I know. I'm sorry, Thomas," you replied quietly. For a moment, you had forgotten that everyone was still staring. "You're free now. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Thomas, I want to help you. But, before I can, I need you to put the gun down."

"I don't wanna go back," he whimpered. He didn't point the gun at you, but he held it as if to declare that he would use it to make sure that wouldn't happen.

"Are they making you work, Thomas? Your owners?" you asked, watching his face contort in agony. His LED was hidden behind his hair; but, when he turned his head, you could see it blaring red.

"They don't own you anymore," you said, firmly, anger shining through. "Please let me help you."

You stepped a little closer and, this time, he lifted the gun enough that it pointed at you. You almost could see down the barrel.

"It's okay to be afraid. I am, t-too, Thomas," you continued, lifting your hands a little higher. He was sobbing, now, fat tears falling down his cheeks, tinted blue from the stress. His hand, gripping the gun, was shaking.

"Y-you're going into shock from lack of thirium. Please, Thomas, please put the gun down and let me save you!"

His grip had weakened; before you could react, a hand came out of the corner of your field of view and grabbed the gun, effortlessly yanking it from Thomas' grasp. The android collapsed onto his knees in a fit of sobbing, clothing soaked in blue that oozed onto the floor.

Connor stood over the android, Thomas' gun now firmly in his grasp. When did he-? That fast... or had you just not seen him sneaking up behind you?

You brushed past Connor and joined Thomas on the ground. You offered your hand again and he stared at it for a moment. He gasped, once, then twice, before finally taking your hand. Another nurse was at your side in seconds and helped Thomas to his feet. The android was babbling on static, on the verge of powering down.

Connor watched you stagger away with the android, his thirium seeping all over you and staining your scrubs. You were still speaking to him in that gentle voice, ushering him to calm down. All the surrounding patrons had relaxed and continued on as they were. Connor was still holding the gun in his hand. It was covered in buildup, likely uncleaned for years; but, it felt heavy, definitely loaded with a full magazine.

He was so hyper-focused on you that he did not even notice Hank approaching. "You alright, Connor?" Hank asked, knocking the android's arm with his own.

"She's amazing," he replied quietly.

Hank laughed at his declaration. "Look at you getting all doe-eyed." Hank clapped a hand over Connor's shoulder and dragged him towards the door. "Come on, Tiger. With your track record, I'm sure you'll be back in here in no time."

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...

...

Admiration, Connor realized, is what he felt for you. You were smart, independent, strong. He was impressed with the way you handled an agitated android. He was even more impressed by how much you cared about them. Or, maybe flattered was a better word? He didn't quite know. He just knew that he couldn't stop thinking about you.

"Earth to android," Gavin bellowed, snapping his fingers in the android's face.

Connor looked up at him with an unbothered expression. He was seated at his desk and Gavin, apparently, had been leaning over him, trying to get his attention.

"Watching porn in your head or something, tin can?" he suggested with a sneer.

"I was going over the case files, which happened to be far more important than your whining," Connor replied coolly.

Gavin slammed his hands on the android's desk. "There's still a score to settle. Test me, motherfucker," he growled.

"Sure. Name the game," the android replied with a small smirk.

"Quite the pair on ya' for someone with no balls," Gavin said through clenched teeth.

Connor glared at him slightly, a retort bubbling up in his throat. He did, actually. Without the function of human genitalia, but passable for a real pair, so to speak.

"Maybe if you called him by his name, he would answer," another detective suggested, delivering a harsh slap to Gavin's back as he passed by.

Gavin swung around and hollered at the passerby. "Yeah, when I'm fucking dead!"

Connor rolled his eyes and returned to the computer screen in his mind. He was looking at case files, actually. He just wasn't... thinking about them.

"Another human killed by an android. You'd know all about that. So, enjoy," Gavin declared proudly, dropping a file on Connor's desk. He could care less if Gavin spent the rest of his life hating his wires. But, another detective had... defended him? How... odd. But, not unwelcomed.

Connor opened the case file and took a breath that he didn't need.

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...

Coincidences... Perhaps, a glitch in the matrix? Or just pure luck.

The very morning after patching up Connor, you were in line to get coffee with none other than Hank right in front of you.

"You stalking me?" he teased, hands shoved into his coat pockets and breath visible in front of his face. Most of the snow had thawed, but it was still too damn cold outside.

"Probably," you replied dryly. "This place is the only good place in town."

"Great minds think alike," Hank agreed.

It was your turn to order everyone coffees, so you had several on the way. You and Hank waited together, and even after he got his single mug, he still waited alongside you.

"Whatever it is you wanna ask, just ask, kid," he grumbled.

"Just surprised you got an android partner," you uttered, looking away from him nervously.

"I didn't like him at first. He grew on me, and he's a damn good detective," Hank answered, pausing to take a sip of his coffee. "Don't be embarrassed 'bout confusing him with Cole. I'm not oblivious to the way he looks."

You looked over to Hank, who looked oddly peaceful despite what he was saying.

"Those Cyberlife bastards knew he was gonna be partnered with me. I doubt it was an accident."

Your brow shot up at his implication. "Connor was made to be a detective android, then?"

Hank nodded into his drink. "Yep."

"Does he like being a detective?"

"I asked him that once, when he wanted to come back after all the... protests. He said his programming was gone, no more 'lines of code' telling him what to do... but he still wanted to solve crimes. All I can do is hope it's what he wants, and not choosing the path of least resistance."

"Me too," you whispered, far too fondly for your own good. Hank shot you a look; but, luckily, the barista came to your rescue and called out your name.

"Bye, Hank!" you hollered, rushing to the counter to grab your drinks and see yourself out. It wasn't entirely for selfish reasons. The clinic was waiting, after all.