#my brain is totally functioning properly

[cloudwhisper23]

Wait, today's Tuesday?

[clockwayswrites]

@redghostbirdy Dick/Danny, skeleton shaped sugar cookies cw blood and stitches

Of course Dick still had to take his trash out after getting back from patrol. He was exhausted and wounded, but the trash had really gotten untenable and now had bio-waste in it. He had to take it down to the dumpster. It was almost a compulsion at that point to get it taken care of, or he knew he wouldn’t sleep well. As much as his family teased him about the state of his apartment he had his limits.

So, Dick tied up the bag, tugged it free of the bin, managed to slip on some shoes after a few attempts, and headed out into the hallway. And right into his neighbor.

His hot, brick wall of a neighbor that could totally bench press Dick in all the meanings of that phrase that Dick had totally been thinking a little too much about for the last few months.

“Whoa, careful there, darlin’,” Danny drawled, steadying Dick with large hands on both of Dick’s shoulders. “What are you doing wandering around out here at this time?”

“Um, trash?” Dick said ineloquently and raised the bag a little. The bag which apparently was leaking because his hand was wet.

Dick looked down at his hand and the red blood that coated it. Did his stitches pop?

“Ah, fuck,” Danny cussed and stepped back a little.

(Embarrassingly, Dick almost swayed after him.)

Danny lifted up the edge of his shirt, which may have killed what was left of Dick’s brain functions, to show blood flaked skin and—

“Is that a menstrual pad covering a wound?!”

Danny shrugged. “It’s just a little knife wound and Jess, the bouncer, hand one handy.”

“Oh my god. Just, come on, we’re getting that stitched up or at least bandaged properly,” Dick said. He set his bag of trash down by the door and grabbed Danny’s hand with his clean one to drag the bemused man into his apartment.

Luckily the first aid kit was still out on the little island counter and Dick all but pushed Danny onto one of the stools. Dick peeled the offending pad off maybe a little more harshly than was necessary and found a plastic bag to drop it into.

“I can’t believe that’s what you were using. And you call that little? How did you even get that? You’re the bartender! You’re supposed to be behind the bar.”

Danny just shrugged, an easy going and not at all repentant grin on his face. “I had to stop someone from being a creep.”

Dick just glared, mildly, at him as he washed his hands. He couldn’t really argue with that. He snapped on some gloves instead and set about cleaning Danny’s wound.

“I think this could use some stitches. I can do them, but I can also just get you patched up enough to go to urgent care if you’d feel more comfortable with that.”

“You can do them.”

“…yeah?” Dick asked just to be sure and glanced up at Danny.

Danny shrugged again. “I mean, you do have a very well stocked first aid kit on your counter already. Why was that?”

“Hush.”

Dick covered the area around the wound with a numbing agent while Danny chuckled at the non answer.

“If I promise to be a better patient than your students, do I get a cute bandage?”

Dick smiled despite himself as he threaded the needle. “All the cute bandages are at the gym. Stay still now.”

“Damn,” Danny said, and then waited until after Dick had started the stitches to ask, “What about a lollipop?”

“I might have some jelly beans still,” Dick said, grinning now. He kept his eyes on his work though, not wanting to give Danny uneven stitches.

Thankfully, Danny didn’t need that many and Dick was soon tying them off and taking a step back.

“No fun bandage, no lollipop,” Danny sighed, “what about a kiss to make it all better?”

Dick’s gaze shot up to look at Danny and his cheeky little smirk.

“Or did I miss read things completely?”

Dick rolled his eyes at Danny’s confidence, though it made him smile. “I think a kiss to make it better I can do.”

Danny’s smile turned into a full on grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dick said and leaned in to press his lips to Danny’s.

He tasted like spice, lime, and sugar.

[scmg11]

KATE BISHOP x READER

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA

PART 1.

After 45 minutes, Y/N heard a knock on the door as she finished applying her makeup, making her turn her head towards her door with furrowed eyebrows. When she heard another soft knock on the door, she got out of her confusion and walked to her door, the clicking of her heels echoing around the silent living room. Y/N would’ve scolded herself for not checking in the peephole who was knocking if she wasn’t too much occupied on lifting her jaw off the floor when her eyes fell on Kate’s figure. The blue eyed girl was sporting a pair of black and extremely skinny jeans, a white t-shirt tucked in her pants, a black leather jacket and combat boots, her black hair flowing down her shoulders in soft and almost too perfect waves and light makeup that highlighted her ocean blue eyes. She looked like a goddess. Y/N couldn’t find the strength to function properly and she just hoped she wasn’t drooling in front of Kate, but the black haired girl seemed to pay her no mind as she smiled gently at her. "Hi."

Kate’s soft voice pulled Y/N out of her daze, making her blink her eyes a few times as she regained her composure, "hi, hm- come in."

"Thank you." Kate smiled at Y/N in gratitude as she walked past her and Y/N had to hold herself up by gripping her door hard when Kate’s perfume invaded her nostrils and short-circuited her brain again. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, I just need to grab my phone and purse." Y/N walked towards her phone charging on her kitchen counter and furrowed her eyebrows when, after unplugging her phone from the charger, she took a quick look at her screen before it became black again and noticed Wanda sent her a text. Y/N unlocked her phone and read Wanda’s text with furrowed eyebrows, Kate watching her intently in silence. "Hm, I think we will have to wait. Wanda just texted me, she is with Natasha and they are gonna be a bit late. She will text me when they are on their way to the club."

"Oh, okay." Kate nodded once in understanding as she approached Y/N slowly at her kitchen counter.

"Do you want something to drink?" Y/N fought with her last brain cell to at least help her function like a normal human being and to act with Kate like she wasn’t having problems standing with her immense beauty so close to her, and patted herself on her shoulder when she succeeded completely.

"What do you have?" Y/N’s poor attempt at trying to act normal with Kate flew out of the window when the girl leaned her elbows on her kitchen counter and looked at her through her long eyelashes with a totally too attractive expression on her face, making breathing for Y/N a very difficult task.

"Hm, I have-." Y/N trailed off to beg her brain to kickstart as soon as it can because she can’t make a fool out of herself with Kate and she almost cried in relief when her brain functions came back right away and she walked towards the fridge, "hm, beer or we can just opt for something more strong like vodka, whiskey or- hm- bourbon."

"Hm, let’s start with a beer. I don’t want to get wasted before we arrive at the club." Kate joked and smiled softly at Y/N when the girl giggled while retrieving two beers from her fridge.

After taking a small sip of beer, a surge of boldness invaded Y/N and made her lean her butt on the other counter to stand right in front of Kate and looked at her quizzically, "so- I don’t actually remember telling you which floor I live."

Y/N swore she saw Kate blush as she took another sip of her beer, cashing Y/N to smile as she stuttered to find words to explain, "I-hm- I asked the guard downstairs. I figured it was better if I came up to your apartment and pick you up."

Y/N felt her stomach flip over itself at the thoughtful gesture and smiled warmly at the black haired girl, "it was sweet of you." The two girls grinned at each other softly as silence fell on them, both sipping on their beer as they tried to pick up the conversation again, "so, I was thinking about the flaw." And with that the conversation flowed easily as the two girls discussed more on the device they were working on.

-

"Hey!" Wanda waved at Y/N and Kate as she approached them already waiting outside the club, Natasha right beside her doing the same.

"Finally, we can start our night!" Natasha exclaimed before they moved towards the entrance of the club, Natasha with Kate, while Y/N walked with Wanda a few feet back and took the opportunity of the other two girls being focused on their own conversation to slap Wanda softly on her arm.

"Ohw!" Wanda exclaimed in an hush and pushed Y/N on her shoulder gently while she rubbed her arm with the other, scowling at Y/N in protest.

"That’s what you deserve for being late. I had to endure staying with Kate looking like that in my apartment for 40 minutes! I just hope you two weren’t late because you had to fuck first."

"Relax your dirty mind, we did that on purpose. You’re welcome." Wanda admitted with a cheeky grin as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/N before winking lasciviously, laughing heartily at her when she looked at her with a confused expression on her face. "Oh c’mon, don’t tell me you aren’t thankful for that! Oh- by the way, you did amazing with your outfit, I think Kate will love taking it off of you tonight." Wanda winked at Y/N and watched as a blush appeared on her cheeks, laughing gently at her and circling her shoulders with her right arm to hug her close.

"You know what? I don’t know if I should hit you or thank you. It was- nice but also a fucking torture!" Y/N admitted before slapping Wanda again on her shoulder.

"Hey!"

"This is for what you just said. And you call me the dirty mind."

"Hit me all you want, you will thank me Monday morning."

-

"Y/N, don’t look right away, but that girl is literally devouring you with her eyes." Natasha pointed with her beer at a brunette eyeing her not too far from them, but Y/N just shook her head with a snort and finished her drink with a big gulp.

"Not interested. I came here to have a good time with my friends, not to hook up. I am going to get another drink, do you guys want something?" Y/N asked as she sat up from their table and looked at the three girls sat at the table quizzically, feeling slightly intoxicated with the music, the lights, the drinks and the good time she was having with her friends.

"No, thank you. I’m already tipsy, I don’t want to get completely wasted." Wanda shook her head as she took a small sip of her drink, making Y/N nod as she moved her eyes to Natasha, who took the last sip of her beer.

"I’ll have another beer." Y/N nodded at Natasha and was ready to ask Kate if she wanted something when someone bumped into her shoulder and apologized.

"Don’t worry, it’s okay." Wanda and Natasha took advantage of Y/N focusing on the boy apologizing to her to signal Kate with their eyes as they tilted their heads towards Y/N, before smiling innocently at the girl when she turned back towards them, Kate staring at the two redheads in an entertained confusion. "Do you want anything, Kate?"

"Yeah, I’ll take another drink. I’ll come with you, you can’t bring everything here alone." Y/N nodded at the girl as she watched her sit up from her chair too, grateful alcohol eased her nerves a bit as she walked with her towards the counter. "Hi, I’ll have a beer and a Cosmopolitan, what do you want Y/N?"

"Hm, the same. A Cosmopolitan." Y/N smiled at the bartender, who nodded at them and started preparing their drinks, "thank you for coming tonight. It’s not cool having to be the third wheel." Y/N joked as she tapped her fingers on the clean counter, watching Kate chuckle softly as she shook her head.

"Don’t mention it. I should be the one to thank you for inviting me, this is so much better than staying home watching TV."

"Or working on a stupid device that doesn’t want to work."

"Yeah, that too." Kate chuckled as she remembered the frustration she felt after spending hours on working on the device with Y/N, a stark contrast from the happy and care-free feeling she was experiencing right in that moment. "Yeah, I-."

"Hm, excuse me." Kate got interrupted by a voice coming from behind Y/N, making the Y/H/C girl turn around in curiosity while Kate clenched on her jaw when she recognized the girl over Y/N’s shoulder. "Sorry, I just wanted to tell you, you look beautiful."

Y/N smiled embarrassed at the girl that was ‘devouring her with her eyes’, as Natasha put it, not wanting to talk to her at all, especially with Kate right beside her, but it seemed she found the courage herself to talk to her in the end, "hm, thank you."

"Can I offer you a drink?"

Just as Y/N was about to answer, the bartender placed their order in front of them and went to serve another customer, giving Y/N the opportunity to silently ask for help to Kate with her widened eyes, "no thank you, I already ordered it."

"Well, do you want to dance then?" The girl insisted, clearly not wanting to give up on hitting on Y/N.

"I-."

"I was actually going to do that." Kate butted in the conversation, putting on a big, fake smile on her lips, coming to Y/N’s rescue.

"I’m afraid you have to wait. She was going to say yes." The brunette countered back with a scoff and a roll of her eyes, irritating Kate to no end, but the black haired girl forced herself to stay calm and snorted under her breath instead.

"I don’t think you understood. You don’t have a shot with her."

The brunette scoffed again and crossed her arms under her chest defiantly, "and who are you to decide that?"

Y/N was about to stop this, although extremely interesting and entertaining, exchange but forgot every word she knew when Kate’s words reached her ears, "her girlfriend."

Y/N watched as Kate put on a big, satisfied grin on her lips before focusing on the girl’s confident face falling off and being replaced by a dejected frown, leaving the two girls without saying anything else. "Thank you."

Y/N was shocked to say the least about how she found her voice to thank Kate, it was probably due to the alcohol in her system, but she was thankful for it nonetheless for not making her look like a fool. "Don’t mention it. Now, let’s bring these drinks to our table and let’s go dance before that girl realizes we aren’t together for real." The black haired girl reasoned as she grabbed her drink and took a generous sip before picking it up, alongside Natasha’s beer, and tilted her head towards their friends.

"Do you think she will make sure of that?"

"Yeah, she is staring at us in the left corner of the room. No, don’t look now." Kate stopped Y/N before she could turn her head towards the direction the girl was and urged her on towards their table. "Now that we have our backs to her, this is what we’re gonna do. I’ll tell Wanda and Natasha quickly what we need to do, then you’ll pretend to pull me to the dance floor. To make it more believable."

Y/N nodded resolutely, hiding her excitement at the prospect of dancing with Kate, "noted." Y/N had only a moment to smile at Kate before it fell off face at the prospect of dancing with Kate.

"Did I see right or that girl tried to hit on you?" Natasha asked with a wide smirk as she accepted her beer from Kate, "thank you."

"Yeah, she wasn’t taking a no for an answer. She asked me to dance, so Kate-." Y/N trailed off for Kate to continue, already getting ready for all the teasing from Wanda and Natasha on Monday morning.

"So I had to tell her I already asked her to dance because we are together. She is watching us now, so before she gets suspicious and comes back here to probably punch me in the face, we will go dance." Y/N, like Kate asked her to, grabbed Kate’s hand and pulled her away from the table, eliciting a small chuckle from her while Wanda and Natasha stared at them with mischief clear on their features, but she paid them no mind as she tried to focus on not tripping over her own feet as her brain pretty much imploded at the feeling of Kate’s hand touching hers.

"She is still staring at us but I can see she looks annoyed. Want to give her some hell of a show?" Kate asked with her tone an octave lower than usual, triggering shivers down Y/N’s spine that all merged in her lower stomach, and the naughty grin she sent her way, which Y/N considered illegal, knocked the air out of her lungs but she tried to act as cool as she could.

Forcing herself to be flirty and not this pathetic idiot that doesn’t know how to function around a pretty girl, Y/N let a smirk roll on her lips and lifted her right eyebrow up defiantly, "do you know how to dance or do I have to teach you the basics?"

Kate rolled her eyes in amusement at the Y/H/C girl’s joke, but didn’t answer her right away, waiting to join the dance floor first, then turned around towards Y/N and pulled her hard towards herself, flushing their bodies together and almost brushing their noses teasingly, smirking inwardly when she felt Y/N gasp almost imperceptibly before sighing out dramatically. "Are you sure I won’t need to do that instead?"

"Bring it on, Bishop." Those were the exact words Kate was waiting for before moving her free hand around Y/N’s waist and placing it on her lower back to flush their bodies impossibly close while her other hand moved Y/N’s one interlaced with hers up to her neck and silently signaled Y/N with her eyes to wrap her arms around her neck. The Y/H/C girl swallowed the nervous lump that formed in her throat before doing what Kate asked, trying to relax and feel the beat of the EDM song now playing to enjoy that moment with Kate.

"Is she still watching us?" Y/N asked in Kate’s ear, having to scream a bit to be heard from Kate, and noticed delighted goosebumps appear on her neck at her lips brushing close to the skin of her ear. Maybe Kate was a bit affected by this too.

"Yeah. Still not completely convinced, but I can see she is giving up."

"Good, then let’s dance." Y/N murmured seductively into Kate’s ear, feeling a burst of confidence pump fast into her veins at Kate reacting to her actions too and started swaying her hips to the music, feeling Kate’s hands grip her hips and slightly guide them as she too started rotating her waist to the music, making them bump from time to time and creating a friction that lighted up their bodies with desire.

"I must admit-." Kate panted into Y/N’s ear and pushed her hips forward involuntarily when Y/N’s crotch brushed over her own before closing her eyes for just a moment when Y/N’s hands combed into her hair and massaged her scalp, but forced her brain to work, so she opened her eyes again and stared down at Y/N, "you dance quite well."

"And you haven’t seen anything yet." Y/N smirked mischievously before winking at Kate, turning herself around between Kate’s arms and without warning pushing her ass into Kate’s crotch boldly, eliciting a wonderful groan that immediately went between her legs as it triggered memories from that morning when she caught Kate masturbating in her office. "You’re not so bad yourself, Bishop." Y/N murmured on Kate’s left cheek after laying her back on Kate’s front and turning her head around, then arching her back to push her ass more into Kate’s crotch and smirking widely when she heard Kate emit a needy whine under her breath. Even if Y/N knew this won’t take them anywhere, because they were just trying to pretend for a girl that tried to hit on Y/N, because those sounds coming from Kate were just her body and intoxicated mind reacting to the moment, and also, and most importantly, because Kate was her boss, but having some fun won’t hurt. Right?

This time it was Kate that smirked naughtily at Y/N’s statement, breathing her intoxicating perfume in before replying with an hoarse, needy voice, "and you haven’t seen anything yet." After repeating Y/N’s words, it was now Y/N’s turn to moan pitifully into Kate’s cheek when the girl gripped her hips hard and guided her further into her crotch, making her grind into her front as she pushed her hips forward to create some more friction. One of Kate’s hands strayed up Y/N’s front, caressing her contracted abs over her blouse in the process but stopping right under Y/N’s chest, not wanting to cross too many lines all at once. So she just moved her hand up and down Y/N’s torso and breathed hard into her ear as she tried to not moan every time Y/N gripped her scalp when their hips met halfway and teased their needy cores. They just let theirselves enjoy this lustful moment as their bodies connected on another level and their heartbeats synced, with their lungs full of the other’s perfume and with their hands gripping everything they could to just remind theirselves it was all real. They slowed their frantic movements, or more like grinding, when they heard the EDM song ending and opened their eyes simultaneously, meeting their eyes in a powerful and meaningful stare, staying there, flushed to one another, for a few more seconds, before slowly pulling away from each other but never breaking their eye-contact.

"Ten bucks they’re gonna fuck tonight." Natasha spoke up after the song ended, still staring at Y/N and Kate eye-fucking on the dance floor before turning her head around and smirking at Wanda knowingly.

"Deal." Natasha clinked her beer with Wanda’s drink’s glass and winked at her again before both of them focused their attention back on the two girls now walking back to their table, that other girl long forgotten.

-

"No Kate! I’m telling you, she was ready to jump on you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you were busy talking with Wanda but I saw that girl ready to fuck you from the bar’s counter. Too bad we left the club right after." Kate snorted as she shook her head at Y/N’s words, speeding through New York’s almost empty streets around 2 a.m. to drive Y/N home. She felt her stomach flip over itself when Y/N chuckled too at her own words and asked herself what was happening inside herself. For the first time in a long time, Kate didn’t notice a girl wanting to sleep with her because she was interested in someone else, and not only sexually talking. Yeah, she was attracted to Y/N and she almost kissed her after dancing with her, but she also wanted to spend as much time as possible talking to her. She wasn’t completely sure Y/N felt something for her too, she had had her suspects after their extremely lascivious dance, but for once she didn’t want to push herself on a girl with just a few suspects. She wanted to do things properly and not rush anything. She totally ignored the fact that she was her boss and that Y/N was her assistant.

"Here we are." Kate parked right under Y/N’s building and turned off the engine before giving her undivided attention to Y/N.

"Hm-." Kate saw Y/N’s relaxed features crinkling with insecurity and almost lifted her hand up to ease the crease between Y/N’s eyebrows, but stayed put and gave Y/N time to formulate her thoughts, not wanting to push her, "I-I don’t know about you but I don’t want this night to end yet. Do you want another drink?"

"Yeah, why not. We didn’t drink enough at the club." Kate joked and unbuckled her seatbelt, hearing Y/N giggle gently as she did the same before moving towards Y/N’s building.

The two girls felt there was some kind of electricity crinkling between them, some magnetic pull that made them incapable of separating from each other. When they sat back at their table they sat much closer to each other, that much so that their legs brushed together and every time Kate moved her hands back down after waving them around while talking, she placed her left hand back on the outer side of her left leg and made her pinky brush Y/N’s right leg teasingly, feeling Y/N’s leg push slightly more into her leg and smirking inwardly at the gesture. The dinging sound of Y/N’s building’s elevator pulled both girls out of their heads before they walked out of the elevator and towards Y/N’s door. They filed into the apartment quickly before settling at the kitchen counter, "what do you want to drink?"

"Anything you’re having."

And so the two girls started light conversation as they sat on Y/N’s couch, so much soaked up in each other’s presence they didn’t notice it was half past 3 a.m., "oh shit, it’s getting late! I have lunch with my mom tomorrow." Kate started to sit up from the couch but had to grip the armrest for stability when she felt the room spin a bit, "great! I’m drunk." Kate giggled when she sat back on Y/N’s couch and closed her eyes to stop the room from spinning.

"Yeah, me too." Y/N let out a soft laugh too as she turned her head towards the black haired girl and looked at her through hooded eyes.

"Maybe we shouldn’t have had that one more drink."

"Maybe like- three more drinks, Kate." Y/N chuckled again and watched as Kate retrieved her phone from her pocket and tapped on it quickly.

"I just called an Uber. I will come back tomorrow to pick up my car." Kate blocked her phone and placed it on her lap, "the Uber should be here in 6 minutes."

"Wow, that’s fast." Y/N commented, a bit sad that Kate couldn’t stay here with her. Wait. I can ask her. "Hm, or you can stay here."

Kate smiled at the girl’s suggestion, butterflies in her stomach starting to fly around like crazy but she tried to tame them to reply to Y/N and not stutter like a fool, "I would love to, but I’m afraid I can’t."

"Why?" Y/N turned her head towards Kate and just in that moment noticed how close they got to each other, that close that their breaths mingled together.

Kate took a few seconds to respond, willing her brain to not make a risky move and kiss Y/N, but it was becoming more difficult each passing second. She had wanted to kiss Y/N since she entered her apartment hours ago but she managed just fine hours ago. But now, with her mind intoxicated by alcohol, her strength and resolution started thinning. "Because I don’t know if I would be able to stop myself." A couple of beats passed, both girls staring into each other intently while breathing the other in and involuntarily leaning closer and closer, making their heartbeats increase fast. Kate knew she couldn’t hold herself back anymore, not after Y/N licked her lips while staring at her own needily, so, without warning, she closed the small gap that was decreasing incredibly fast between them and kissed Y/N. She stayed frozen on Y/N’s lips for a second, worried the girl would push her away and slap her right on her face, but the girl only pushed more into the kiss and it was all the validation Kate needed to start kissing Y/N, keeping the kiss chaste to savor the moment and enjoy Y/N’s taste, reveling in the softness of Y/N’s lips brushing ever so gently over her own as Y/N’s hands moved from her own lap up to Kate’s neck, gripping it gently to push her more into the kiss. When the blue eyed girl felt like she needed more, her insides burning in anticipation, she slipped her tongue out and licked the seam of Y/N’s lips, asking her for entrance, that Y/N gave her right away by opening her mouth. Y/N moaned into the kiss when she felt Kate’s tongue immediately push past her lips and lick every nook and cranny of her mouth, before starting on sucking on Y/N’s tongue greedily, her hands combing in her hair and grip her scalp hard needily.

The two girls got pulled away from each other and back on earth right before Kate’s hand could have wandered down Y/N’s torso by the black haired girl’s phone ringing loudly, signaling her Uber arrived. Kate sighed loudly, staying still with her forehead on Y/N’s one for a few moments before leaving a small peck on Y/N’s plump lips and then reluctantly moved away from Y/N, sitting up from the couch. She had to make a really tough decision and stop everything right there. She wanted Y/N, she truly did, but for once in a long time she wanted to do that properly, both sober and aware of what was happening. She didn’t want to sleep with Y/N while they were both intoxicated. A small part of Kate feared the girl just reciprocated the kiss because she was drunk and that made her stop everything before it could escalate quickly. She needed to talk to Y/N when both were sober. "Kate, I-."

"I need to go. I’ll see you tomorrow when I’ll pick up my car. I promise." And with that Kate walked out of Y/N’s apartment.

-

It was Monday morning and Y/N strolled out of the elevator and down the hallway with a big frown on her face, stopping in Kate’s office to leave her morning coffee on her desk, before walking to her own desk and starting working right away, not exactly wanting her brain to think more than necessary, she had done plenty of thinking during the entirety of her weekend. Kate did come back Saturday morning to pick up her car, but she didn’t stop to say ‘hi’ or at least talk about what happened Friday night. Y/N didn’t know why she was so hurt about that, but she couldn’t help it. She thought that kiss meant something. But maybe she was wrong, maybe Kate just kissed her because she was drunk. She could’ve done the first move and asked her, but what could she have done? Call her, or worse text her? Nope. So she just wallowed in her bed all weekend fearing having to face Kate on Monday. And now that Monday came, Y/N was almost ready to combust from anxiety. She smiled warmly at Wanda when she arrived about half an hour later and was ready to spill everything that happened Friday night, when Kate strolled out of the elevator.

"Good morning." The black haired girl said before rushing into her office without waiting for the two girls to say it back.

Y/N sighed out loud and massaged her temples, feeling a pair of green eyes on her. "There’s no need to stare Wan, I’ll tell you everything."

-

"Oh Y/N/N, I’m so sorry."

"It’s okay Wan, I just- wish things were different. I was a fool for hoping she liked me back." Y/N let out a dejected breath as she basked in the comforting hand Wanda placed on her shoulder, massaging it gently.

"Y/N/N, she likes you. I am sure of that."

"You’re just saying this to make me feel better."

"No I’m not, I would’ve said she was a bitch in that case." Y/N snorted at Wanda’s joke, who smiled contentedly at the desired reaction she pulled from Y/N, "anyway, she likes you. I’ve seen how she interacted with you all night in that club. When you were busy declining that girl’s offer, I could clearly see jealousy on Kate’s face. Natasha noticed that too. And that dance? Damn I thought you were about to fuck on the dance floor." Wanda’s shocked face and widened eyes made Y/N snort fondly at the redhead. She was glad she had someone like Wanda in her life. "I don’t understand why she is behaving like this, but I think she has good reasons to."

"I hope so. I just need to go home and forget about this day, with a drink or maybe two."

Wanda laughed at Y/N’s words and shook her head fondly, "good idea."

"Did-."

"Y/N, can you please bring me G-Tech reports?" Y/N got stopped by Kate’s voice coming from the intercom on her desk, making both girls look at the device for a few seconds before Y/N sighed out dejectedly.

"Time to face problems, right?" Y/N cracked a joke while leaning her hand over to push the button on the intercom to answer Kate. "Coming right up."

"You can do it. And if she is a total ass, remember you are doing all of this for your real job. And to forget about her, I will be your wingwoman Friday night."

This put an instant smile on Y/N’s sad face, making Y/N lean over Wanda to hug her tightly, "thank you, Wan."

"Now go. I need to go to Darcy for some reports too." Wanda lifted herself off Y/N’s desk and walked over to the elevator while Y/N walked to the file cabinet to pick up the folder Kate needed and brought it to her office.

"Relax Y/N, just act cool. It was just a drunk kiss. Relax." Y/N murmured under her breath on her way to Kate’s office before taking a deep breath when she lifted her hand up and with a jolt of courage, she knocked on Kate’s door.

A few seconds passed before Y/N heard Kate’s voice answering, muffled by the closed door, "come in." The Y/H/C girl took another encouraging breath before opening the door and entering Kate’s office, finding her standing in front of her desk watching her but Y/N thought she was probably standing to pick up some other folders in her drawer as she turned around to close the door. But as soon as she turned back around, she felt a pair of hands grasp her face and lips collide with hers forcefully, pushing her onto the closed door. Y/N emitted a shriek of surprise at the unexpected gesture from Kate, making the folder and the files in it fall on the ground, but she paid no mind to them as she immediately kissed the black haired girl back and circled her neck with her arms. The Y/H/C girl couldn’t explain the whirlwind of emotions she was feeling inside of her as she finally felt Kate’s plump, soft and addicting lips back on her own, kissing her with so much passion, with so much fervor that she was sure she would’ve fainted if it wasn’t for the door she was leaning her back onto and Kate’s hands grasping her face supporting her. Despite their hunger for one another, they kept the kiss as chaste as possible, not deepening it with their tongues and just trying to savor the moment with one another as they got familiar with the other’s lips again. When air was necessary, the two reluctantly pulled away, exchanging a few loud and playful pecks before Kate leaned her forehead over Y/N’s one and stared intently in her eyes, "I’ve been waiting to do this since Friday night."

At Kate’s admission, Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and stared at her in confusion, "you could’ve stayed or you could’ve come up when you picked your car up the next day." Y/N suggested with insecurity clear in her voice, her eyes staring intently into Kate’s blue ones. Despite Kate’s bold gesture and her admission, a small part of Y/N was still a bit cautious and wary about this situation, she wanted to be 100% sure Kate liked her back before getting her hopes back up.

"Believe me I would’ve loved nothing more, but I had plans with my mom the next day, I promised her we would’ve had lunch together. If I stayed with you I would’ve left your apartment only this morning to come to work, or maybe not. I would’ve found an excuse to stay with you. So I planned to just come up to your apartment when I would’ve picked up my car but my mom insisted on staying with me the whole day and the day after too. We don’t see each other that much and I couldn’t let her down. Trust me, I wanted to text you, to call you but I didn’t want to confess my feelings over the phone, so I just patiently waited for Monday to come, hoping you wouldn’t have hated me by then. But then I saw how extremely beautiful and hot you looked with this grey suit as soon as I saw you and I- I chickened out and locked myself in here for an hour before finding the courage to call you in and- are you smiling?"

"Yeah, you look cute when you ramble." Kate blushed furiously at the Y/E/C girl’s admission, finding extremely difficult to not melt under the soft gaze Y/N was staring at her with, "I am used to a fearless, always so confident and extremely badass Kate Bishop. This new, adorable side of you is- alluring." Y/N finished with a low, sultry tone, pulling on Kate’s blazer’s lapels to pull her forward and whisper the last word right on Kate’s lips, brushing her mouth over the black haired girl’s one teasingly and reveling in the groan, full of lust but also mock annoyance, Kate emitted at her words.

"I was not rambling, I was explaining to you why I could’t stay or why I didn’t show up the next days." Kate pouted childishly when Y/N let out a teasing ‘hum’ with a smirk on her lips, moving her hands from their position on Y/N’s face and skidded them down her sides before stopping them at her hips and flushed their lower bodies together, Y/N’s shoulders still glued to the door, "you’re not mad, right?" Y/N’s insides melted at the question spoken with the softest voice she had ever heard Kate use, finding insecurity in both in her tone and her eyes and it made Y/N’s heart clench as a need to immediately reassure Kate filled her.

"No Kate, I am not mad. I never was. A bit sad- okay maybe a lot sad, but now I’m not anymore." As Y/N noticed worry and anxiety were still clear in Kate’s eyes, to help Kate relax she leaned over and pecked her lips gently, fighting against every fiber of her body from becoming putty in Kate’s arms at the softness of her lips.

"Really?" Kate asked quietly, looking at Y/N with a mix of affection and uncertainty and the Y/H/C girl nodded gently to ease the girl’s nerves, "to be honest, I think it was better this way."

"Why?"

"Because I want to do things right with you. You are not a one night stand to me. I want to take you out on dates or have cozy nights in watching movies or doing every other romantic shit you see in movies, I just- want more with you." Kate admitted with a shy tone, moving her eyes from Y/N’s intense stare to look down at her hands caressing Y/N’s hips softly, but a gentle finger under her chin moved her gaze back into Y/N’s Y/E/C irises.

"And I want just the same. I’m glad you didn’t stay then. Besides, waiting for that amazing kiss made it ten times better."

"I couldn’t wait another second without tasting your lips again. They had been the only thing I’ve thought about for the entire weekend."

At Kate’s admission, whispered in a dreamy tone as she stared longingly and lustfully at Y/N’s kiss-swollen lips, Y/N’s head spun out of control as a deep desire of kissing Kate again pervaded every fiber of her body, making her mouth open to speak on its own accord, "then why aren’t your lips on mine again?" Y/N’s whispered words shocked not only herself, but also Kate, making her wail pitifully on her mouth before smashing their lips needily on each other right away.

Y/N emitted a small whine herself when Kate’s hands travelled down her ass and squeezed both her buttcheeks forcefully before moaning loudly into Kate’s mouth when Kate’s tongue didn’t ask for permission and took advantage of her slightly parted lips to invade her mouth, licking every nook and cranny of it greedily, wanting to taste as much as possible and committing it to memory. Y/N’s hands combed into the blue eyed girl’s black tresses and gripped her scalp hard to push her impossibly closer, while unconsciously pushing her ass more into Kate’s needy hands, eliciting a satisfied grunt from the black haired girl as she squeezed Y/N’s butt in appreciation. When air was necessary both girls detached their lips and leaned their foreheads together, staring intently into each other’s eyes, "this is why I couldn’t stay Friday night. I knew you were addicting. Now I can’t get enough of you." Kate admitted before laying a sound peck on Y/N’s lips, "I want to stay here with you forever."

"Too bad I get off at 6 today." Y/N joked with a snort and watched as Kate fondly rolled her eyes at her joke, "but seriously, I feel this too, this force pulling us close."

"Would you like to go to my place later? We can order something and y’know just-." Kate trailed off shyly as a crimson blush appeared on her already slightly tinted cheeks and Y/N decided to take advantage of that to tease her a bit, gasping loudly in mock bewilderment.

"Is the Kate Bishop, CEO of BishopTech, asking me out on a date?"

Kate got over her initial shyness and decided to tease the Y/E/C girl back, "well yeah, if my hands still on your ass-." Stressing her words out, Kate squeezed Y/N’s firm ass a few times and elicited a pitiful moan from Y/N, giving her some mercy as she stopped with her hands and continued, "and my tongue being in your mouth moments ago aren’t clear signs, this is the right time to tell you I like you." Kate winked at Y/N jokingly and the Y/H/C girl giggled gently at her goofiness, "but seriously, yeah. I would like treat you to a nice and fancy restaurant for our first date, but I just want to have a nice and relaxing date at my place, just the two of us and no one else."

"Sounds perfect." Y/N smiled at Kate as she already imagined how wonderful their date would be and pecked her lips once more, "we can go to your place right away, you pick whatever you want to eat, I’m cool with anything you choose."

"Great. Do you have something to do now or can you stay a little bit more here?" Kate’s hands moved up from Y/N’s ass to grasp Y/N’s face gently, putting a strand of hair behind her ear and pecking her lips gently.

"It depends on what my boss wants me to do." Y/N whispered on Kate’s lips sultrily, then biting down on her bottom lip and eliciting a grunt from Kate, before slipping her tongue past Kate’s slightly parted lips and invaded her mouth needily, taking some time to lick every angle she could reach before sucking on Kate’s tongue greedily, causing the girl to push her against the door and flush their bodies impossibly closer.

"Oh trust me, I want you to do so many things right now." Kate grumbled into Y/N’s mouth after they pulled slightly away from the intense kiss and panted heavily to take some needed breath, her hands letting go of Y/N’s scalp to descend to her neck, her thumbs caressing Y/N’s defined jaw gently.

"I bet none of that involves this office." Y/N tried to crack a joke to cover up her aroused state, but she was sure she wasn’t doing a great job with the crimson blush tinting her cheeks and her hips moving slightly forward onto Kate’s front on their own accord.

Kate smiled - Y/N wasn’t exactly sure if she smiled at her joke or at her extremely horny self for searching for some friction with just words, but she admired her nonetheless. She committed to mind the small dimples appearing on each side of her cheeks, her perfect, pearly white teeth as she smiled, her plump, kiss-swollen lips, her nose wrinkling up cutely and creating an adorable expression on her beautiful face. "Hm, I would like to disagree. There are a few things that can involve this office, especially that desk or that couch." Y/N swallowed visibly, her mouth drying up instantly and Kate curled her lips in a wide, unapologetic smirk, making Y/N’s legs almost give out but the door and Kate leaning into her held her up securely. "But I want to treat you to a date first, so I’m just narrowing all the possible options to only a few, safe for work, ones involving this door for now, or maybe we can extend the limited list of options to my desk and couch too, but that wold imply a lot of self-control."

Y/N wanted to let out a snort at the blue eyed girl’s statement, but what came out instead was something akin to a strangled moan when Kate started nibbling on her jaw teasingly, taking all her time to explore and savor Y/N’s skin as she moved down her neck and immediately found her pulse point, "I would-fuck- like to know what are those options you’re talking about." The big, brighter-than-the-sun grin that appeared on Y/N’s face made Kate leaning on Y/N’s shoulders for stability when she felt her legs become jelly, "of course I want to, Kate. I would’ve let you show me everything you were thinking right now, but I want to do things properly too. And since we’re being honest right now, I don’t want just sex with you, Kate. I want more."

"I want more too. I want- so much more, Y/N. It’s been a lot since I’ve had a real relationship. I got hurt, really badly and I only had meaningless sex from that moment on. But then you came into the picture and I started to have one night stands less and less. Just when I realized I was starting to like you, I stopped going to clubs to get drunk and go home with a random girl I most of the times didn’t even remember the name." Kate admitted a bit shyly, opening her heart up and showing Y/N she wasn’t going to play around and use Y/N just for sex. "After a very long time, I want to be in a relationship. With you."

Y/N’s eyes prickled with tears as she got emotional with Kate’s admission, her heart bursting out in her ribcage before joining their lips in a soft kiss, "I want to be with you too, Kate. I am sorry you got hurt, but I promise I will try to take care of your heart, take care of you and treat you like you should be treated."

"God, you are so special." Kate stated as she gazed into Y/N’s Y/E/C irises affectionately, before kissing her hard with all the passion she could muster inside herself, "I want to get out of here now." Kate admitted with a sigh before laying pecks after pecks on Y/N’s lips and reveling in the Y/H/C girl’s adorable giggles.

"As much as I want that too, we can’t."

"Ohw." Kate let out before pouting cutely at Y/N, who tutted at her with a smile on her lips.

"Ohw, how cute." Y/N pinched Kate’s cheeks gently before laying a soft peck on her pouty lips, but pulled away when Kate tried to deepen the kiss, "ah-ah, nice try. Wanda will be back anytime and you have to call that jerk in France to discuss the financial part of their contribute for our nanotech device."

"Ugh." Kate let out a disgusted groan and leaned her forehead on Y/N’s one as she too let out a disapproving growl.

"I can stay here with you for a bit, working on a few papers here before unfortunately having to go to Darcy to ask her to give me all the papers she has for the budget on that boomerang arrow you are trying to create."

"It will change the world! Trust me!" Y/N smiled softly at the girl countering back passionately, her eyes wide and her grin so bright it was almost blinding, "anyway- hm, after all these boring duties-." Y/N snorted when Kate rolled her eyes in fake annoyance but let her continue, "we are going to my place. I will use the excuse of still needing to work on Tony’s device I have at home and I will ask you for your help again."

"Deal." Both girls smiled widely before leaning down and meeting halfway in a soft, gentle kiss.

-

"No way! Are you kidding me?!"

"Nope, I truly moaned your name instead of that girl’s name." Y/N laughed loudly while clapping her hands in entertainment, tears escaping her Y/E/C eyes and her stomach hurting from all the laughing, making Kate giggle too as she stared affectionately at Y/N. "To be fair, I didn’t even remember her name."

"I would’ve loved to see it."

"Well- you almost did. It was about a month ago, when you walked in on me, again-." Kate stressed the word ‘again’ as she stared pointedly at Y/N with an amused expression and Y/N merely rolled her eyes fondly and waved her off, "on this very couch. After you left, all I could think about was you."

"I hope you cleaned it." Y/N mocked Kate by looking with disgust clear on her face at the couch and heard the blue eyed girl giggle.

"I did."

"Why were you always having sex on this couch? You could’ve spared me a lot of embarrassing moments if you had sex in your bed like every other normal human beings."

"Because none of the girls I took home went past that couch. No one ever entered my bedroom." Kate admitted with a shrug and Y/N smiled at her softly. "Anyway, after you walked in on us and walked out, as we were finishing, I moaned your name. Luckily that girl was too focused on herself coming to notice, but that was enlightening for me. I stopped having one night stands after that." Kate admitted shyly, wringing on her fingers as she couldn’t meet Y/N’s intense stare, so she focused her eyes on her hands instead.

"Wow, I’m just- speechless." Y/N admitted, not really knowing what else to say as she felt a whirlwind of emotions inside of her, "I admit it was a bit embarrassing, especially the very first time I walked in on you having sex. I remember you didn’t even bother I was there, you just- kept going." Kate grimaced with a grunt and covered her face in embarrassment, making Y/N snicker amusedly, "I just got used to it when it just kept happening."

"I’m so sorry." Kate apologized with a big pout on her lips that turned into a wide grin right away when Y/N leaned over and pecked her lips softly, "I wasn't thinking about consequences those days to be honest. I was just trying to have fun."

"You don’t have to apologize Kate, we weren’t crushing on each other then. I did find you hot, but it’s not exactly the same thing."

"Wait- did you just say you found me hot back then already?" Kate asked as a Cheshire Cat smile appeared on her lips and mischief swirled into her ocean blue eyes.

"Yeah. Can you blame me?" Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach go crazy at her admission, "I saw you naked- well I saw only a few of your body parts actually, more times than I can count- but I have eyes."

Kate continued to stare at Y/N cheekily, moving slowly towards Y/N to sit as closely as she could to her, "and what body part mostly caught your eyes?"

"Your butt." Y/N answered right away, without even blinking, "that was what I saw mostly. And your back."

"Hm." Kate just hummed as she kept inching closer to Y/N, nuzzling their noses together before laying a gentle kiss on Y/N's lips.

"I think I saw a glimpse of your abs once. To be honest, it was for the best. I would’ve fainted and made a fool of myself if I did. Imagine explaining to the girl you were having sex with your assistant fainted because she saw her boss’ abs." Y/N joked making both of them snort loudly.

"But it would’ve been hilarious." Kate kept chuckling under her breath as she shook her head gently, "especially the day I realized I liked you." Kate admitted shyly, biting down on her bottom lip gently, making Y/N yearn to switch her teeth with her own, "I wasn’t exactly functioning that good that day."

"Oh I know the feeling, I remember the day I realized I liked you- I was a gay mess. I fought over the need to run to your house and confess my feelings for you about four times." Just because she could now, Y/N satisfied her need to bite down on Kate’s lips by leaning over and kissing her swiftly before biting down on Kate’s bottom lip and eliciting a small moan from her, "and let’s not forget the day we kissed. I had to-." Y/N widened her eyes comically and slapped her hand over her mouth quickly. Kate’s lips made her brain a whirlwind of emotions and she didn’t exactly controlled her words in that moment, "never mind."

"What?! Tell me!"

"It’s embarrassing and I don’t know why I even almost told you in the first place." Y/N scratched the back of her head softly, grimacing more than smiling at Kate, who stared at her curiously.

"Oh c’mon! I’m curious now. It obviously is about me."

"Yeah, I- ugh, can you just forget about it?"

"If it makes you uncomfortable then yes, I won’t insist." Kate stated with a calming and relaxing tone, making Y/N’s stomach flip over itself at her thoughtful words.

"No, it’s just- embarrassing to say." Y/N shook her head to reassure Kate she wasn’t making her uncomfortable, she just didn’t know how to express what she wanted to say. "I- remember when you had that meeting with those investors from Germany?"

"Yeah, it was on Friday morning."

"Well you told me you were nervous and you wanted to be left alone like always before big meetings. So I did. When I was about to go to the conference room, I noticed your door wasn’t completely shut and I know you hate being disturbed while preparing for a meeting so I went to shut it before going but-." Kate was both worried and eager of what Y/N was telling her. She remembered that day. She remembered what she did to prepare for that meeting. The black haired girl just stared at the Y/H/C girl with bathed breath, who trailed off to take a deep breath, "I saw- well more like, heard you- relax."

A small grin lifted the corners of Kate’s lips as she looked down at her hands in her lap before huffing out a small laugh at Y/N’s choice of words, "that’s it? Is this the embarrassing thing you were worried to tell me?"

"Well- I- y’know what? You’re smiling right now, which tells me you know exactly what I’m talking about."

"I don’t actually. I don’t understand why me relaxing-." Kate used the same word, ‘relaxing’, Y/N just used and emphasized it to tease her, her smirk never faltering as she kept on teasing Y/N, "is so embarrassing. Everyone likes to relax."

"Not in that way, Kate." Y/N chuckled amusedly while shaking her head, "especially not at work."

"In what way?" Kate asked in what she hoped was an innocent way, but she knew she didn’t do a good job when Y/N rolled her eyes with a small, knowing smile on her lips.

"You’re not gonna stop pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about until I say it, are you?" Kate merely lifted her shoulders in a gentle shrug and a cheeky smile still present on her lips and Y/N sighed out defeated, "I saw you masturbate. There I said it!" Y/N closed her eyes and sighed out to not look at Kate’s reaction, anticipating she would maybe scream at her or not talk to her from that moment on as she invaded her privacy, but it never came. Kate merely stared at her with a mix of embarrassment and lust.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I’m so sorry it happened. I didn’t want to snoop on you, but your door was open and I just wanted to close it, but then I heard you moan and I froze. I swear it wasn’t intentional- are you smiling?"

"Yeah, you’re cute when you ramble." Kate smiled down at Y/N as she watched confusion fall on Y/N’s features.

"So you’re not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" Kate asked confused, moving slightly more closer to Y/N with a small frown still present on her face and intertwined their hands together.

"Well, because I walked in on you in an intimate moment." Y/N stated matter-of-factly, shrugging her shoulders and furrowing her eyebrows, watching as Kate's smile widened.

"You didn’t, well not intentionally. And honestly, it’s so hot knowing you watched me touching myself that I can’t be mad, not even if I wanted to."

"A-are you serious?"

"Yes." Kate simply answered as she leaned closer, taking a deep breath, inhaling Y/N’s perfume in the process and continued, "since we’re being honest right now, I have to confess I was thinking about you."

"When?" Y/N asked dumbly, not getting right away what Kate was referring to, her eyebrows furrowing once again as she watched Kate lean even closer, that close that their faces were inches apart, both breathing the other in.

"Friday morning. I know it’s completely fucked up thinking about your assistant while touching yourself to prepare for a meeting, but I couldn’t help myself or my feelings for you."

"W-what? I-I-holy shit." Y/N only had the mental capacity to stutter those words out, too occupied on stopping her brain from exploding at the bomb Kate just threw at her. She felt her whole body boil over with lust, a deep, raw desire taking over her senses and clouding what little remained of her brain as she eyed Kate with her Y/E/C eyes darkening.

"Didn’t you hear me say your name?"

"N-no. I watched you for like 4 seconds. And I was too far away anyway to hear you properly. You were facing the window."

"Oh well, too bad. If I saw you, I would have asked you to give me a hand." Kate giggled mischievously after winking at Y/N lasciviously and hearing her gasp under her breath, placing a strand of hair behind her ear and leaning closer.

"You would’ve lost your meeting then. There was no way we would’ve left that office so soon. I wouldn’t have let you go for hours."

"Hm, that sounds heavenly." Kate hummed on Y/N’s lips, wrapping them in a sensual kiss as she brought her left hand up and cupped the girl’s jaw gently, "if I remember correctly I have a meeting Wednesday."

Kate’s statement hung in the air between their parted lips for a few seconds, Y/N needing a few moments to collect her thoughts, "I-."

"We don’t have to do anything, Y/N/N. I was just teasing. I don’t want to rush anything, especially because I don’t want just sex from you." Kate rambled nervously, stopping Y/N before she could say anything at all, making the Y/H/C girl smile softly at the blue eyed girl.

"You didn’t let me finish, you dork. I was going to say that I need to cancel all your appointments. Because, we’re gonna be a little late tomorrow morning. You’re all mine tonight, Bishop."

"Fuck, I-just- c’mere." And with that Kate moved her hand from Y/N’s jaw to behind her neck and pulled her harshly towards her to clash their lips together in a sensual kiss, taking advantage of Y/N gasping from the sudden move to slip her tongue right away between Y/N’s parted lips and invade her mouth hungrily. Y/N’s hands went into Kate’s black tresses right after and gripped her scalp hard, swallowing the moan Kate emitted at the soft stinging sensation sending thrills of arousal down her spine, while her tongue slid over Kate’s slick one sensually and both shuddered at the feeling. A few moments later it was Y/N’s turn to wail into Kate’s mouth when Kate’s free hand caressed down Y/N’s neck and right shoulder before tentatively laying on her right breast and softly squeezing the firm flesh.

"Shit, Kate." Y/N murmured into the kiss and arched her back into Kate’s hand when the black haired girl squeezed her breast more firmly at Y/N welcoming her gesture.

"You feel amazing under my hands." Kate commented when her left hand joined the other on Y/N’s chest and took her time to worship Y/N’s breasts, reveling in every small whines the Y/E/C girl let out between their kisses. "I can’t wait to know how they feel in my mouth."

Y/N emitted a grunt of pure need as she gripped Kate’s scalp harder and pulled her closer, "that sounded so hot it should be illegal." Y/N admitted before clashing their lips together once again, enjoying sucking on Kate’s tongue for just a few moments before groaning at the uncomfortable angle they were in. Without thinking, the Y/H/C girl pulled away from the kiss, smirked at a pouting Kate and without notice she straddled her legs, both girls shivering visibly at the new, intimate position they were in as they stared at one another hungrily.

"That was hot." Kate countered back, her hands moving from the Y/N’s breast to her hips to pull the girl as closer as she could, "are you really sure about- y’know-."

Y/N smiled sweetly down at Kate as she trailed off with a crimson blush on her cheeks and was impressed at how easily the air between them shifted, "I am 100% sure. I want to be yours just as much I want you to be mine."

Kate felt her stomach flip over itself at the Y/E/C girl’s soft admission, feeling a whirlwind of emotions crash over her and almost overwhelming her. Lust. Affection. Desire. Warmth. Longing. Fondness. The only thing that didn’t make her lose herself in all those emotions was Y/N smiling sweetly down at her. "I want the same Y/N/N. I- shit- I want you. All of you. Now."

"Why don’t we make a good use of this couch then? It seems it’s been unused for a long time." Y/N smirked mischievously at Kate, grabbing her hand and slipping it under her shirt to let her grab her bra-clad boob, but Kate stopped at her hips and caressed her skin gently, a loving glint in her eyes.

"I have a better idea." And with that, Kate lifted Y/N and herself off the couch, Y/N letting out a surprised squeal at the sudden move but giggled care-freely as she circled her arms around Kate’s neck and her legs around her hips and clung onto her hard, leaning her face into Kate’s neck and breathing her in as the black haired girl walked them to her bedroom, her hands gripping her ass firmly to not let her fall.

"Just admit you wanted an excuse to touch my ass again."

"Totally. Your ass is addicting." Kate admitted shamelessly and squeezed Y/N’s ass to enhance her words and Y/N giggled softly at her dorkiness.

"You know, it’s not fair that you already touched my ass plenty of times and I hadn’t had the chance to touch yours yet." Y/N spoke out loud as she straightened her back up and looked pointedly into Kate’s eyes.

"Let me put you on the bed on you’re gonna touch my ass all you want."

"Wait- you said- bed."

"Yeah, I did. You are the only girl I want to take in my bedroom." Kate admitted in a firm, sweet tone, making Y/N shiver visibly.

"I- Kate-." Y/N didn’t know how to express her feelings so she leaned down to kiss Kate hard, conveying everything she was feeling through the kiss. It was soft but intense and when the both of them needed air, Y/N pulled away but hugged Kate tightly, feeling the black haired girl doing the same. They stayed there, in the middle of the hallway, clinging onto one another for a few long seconds, before Y/N pulled back to stare into Kate’s blue eyes deeply and grasp her jaw gently. "You are amazing. And anyway- that was a really interesting proposal. I can’t wait to touch you."

"Not as much as I can’t wait to touch you."

"Yeah, that too."

"Hm. I want you so bad." Kate murmured on Y/N’s lips, biting down on her bottom lip as she finally reached her bedroom, the air between them shifting again, to a more needy one.

"Me too, babe."

"Hey! You called me babe." Kate had a dopey smile on her lips as she stopped at the foot of her bed, not laying Y/N down yet.

"You don’t like it?" Y/N asked a bit insecure, staring intently into Kate’s ocean blue eyes and finding only affection swelling in them, something that filled her stomach with wild butterflies as she waited for an answer.

"No, I loved it. It just caught me off guard." Kate smiled at Y/N, pecked her lips hard before laying her gently down on the bed and straddling her right away to hover over her.

"Who would’ve thought, Miss Bishop is a softie."

"I’m not a softie. I’m a badass."

"Yeah, sure." Y/N nodded, feigning an unconvinced tone to mock Kate, biting on her bottom lip to prevent a smug smirk to appear on her lips. "If it makes you sleep at night."

"You’re gonna take that back. You’ll see."

"Hm, I can’t wait." Y/N let a wide smirk crack her serious façade before biting down on her bottom lip, making Kate huff out a laugh at her antics.

"Eager, are we?" Kate smirked widely at Y/N, wiggling her eyebrows seductively as she laid her body gently down on Y/N’s one, eliciting a whine from the Y/H/C girl at the sensation of their bodies so close.

"I just- want you." Y/N sighed out when Kate moved her body slightly up and down to rub on her teasingly and circled her arms around her waist to stop her momentarily to push her closer to her.

"Me too, babe." Just when Kate was about to lean down and kiss Y/N, she got interrupted by a knock on her door, making both girls meet each other’s eyes in confusion.

"Were you expecting someone?"

"No." Kate answered still confused but shook her head and smiled at Y/N, "let’s just ignore that."

"Are you sure?" Y/N asked insecure, furrowing her eyebrows at the direction her front door was, but Kate placed her index finger under her chin and turned her head around to meet their eyes, hovering their lips teasingly.

"Yeah." After speaking those words on Y/N's lips, Kate was ready to lean down and kiss Y/N, but both sighed out loud as another knock echoed around the silent apartment. Kate grunted out in frustration and leaned her forehead on Y/N’s left collarbone before sitting up from Y/N’s body. "I’m just getting rid of whoever is at the door and we’re continuing this." Kate pecked Y/N’s lips softly, making the Y/H/C girl giggle softly as she hugged her closer for a moment, before both sat up from the bed and walked into the living room, Y/N going into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water while Kate opened the door. The smile she had on immediately switched into a confused frown. "Mom?"

[redsrooftopprincess]

Sunglasses

Mid-Teen Turtles, Bro fic

Warnings: Autistic Character, Emotional Overwhelm, Guns, Eyes

Headcanons: Autistic Donnie, Donnie and Raph are twins (You can thank @the-cauldron-witch for this one. She said it and now it's forever in my brain)

"Just give them to me!"

"No! Hell no! I found em!"

"I know you f-" Donatello sighs, removes his glasses, and rubs his eyes, losing patience with his twin. "I know you found them, I just want to modify them a little."

It's not like he doesn't get it. The sunglasses are a big deal. But with Raph deciding he's going to be the one to punch first and not really bother with questions, his eyes need more protection than anyone's. Even outside of combat. More than once, he's found himself on the wrong end of some scared human's can of mace.

"Raph, they're plastic, if they shatter, that plastic is going in your eyes." Donnie insists.

"And if you're the one that shatters em, ain't gonna be no 'if' about it. No Donnie. I'll take my chances." Raphael storms off to his room, taking the glasses with him.

Three hours later, while his brother is sleeping, Don takes them anyway.

It's an act of sacrilege in this home, to take something like this. Something important. Practical and that fits them perfectly. He understands what this means. They don't have much, to put it very gently, so what little they have, what little they can find, and scavenge, and build themselves, is sacred.

But he hates it. Every time Raph throws himself into the meat grinder. Raph's eyesight is decent, and Donnie has a vested interest in making sure it stays that way. They've had so many talks about defensive equipment for his eyes that just end in Raph storming off. But he keeps trying. He has to.

The last attempt, involved trying to convince Raphael to let him build him goggles, but even for someone with a total of three other creatures on the planet to compare himself to, Raphael is vain. They all are, in a way, about certain things. Donnie gets it. They have no control over the fact that they aren't human, so what they *can* control about their bodies is important.

They had found them last night, attached to a discarded sporting goods mascot. They were scuffed and had a crack in them, but holy shit they fit! A pair of glasses that fits that Raphael is willing to wear. Donnie was excited! Finally!

He works through the day, and as expected, Donatello is informed the moment his brother wakes up by way of his name thundering through the lair in a rage. The glasses are not on the nightstand where Raph had left them.

Don winces, thankful to whatever power ensured he finished the project by nightfall, and tenses as he hears his brother storming towards the lab. If Raph had woken up half an hour before, he would have come in to see them in pieces, and would have *properly* freaked out. At least Donnie has a chance of talking him down now that they're finished and functional.

Don takes a deep breath and stands, preparing for the onslaught. When his brother comes into the room, his open hands are up in a placating gesture, "Okay, I know what you're gonna say and-"

"What the fuck Donnie?" He roars, backing his brother into one of the steel tables in the lab. "Where the fuck are they?"

"I promise, they're fine, I just wanted to-"

A soft, familiar sound rings through the air like a gunshot, freezing both of them, as their father clears his throat. He waits patiently for an explanation.

"I found some glasses yesterday, Dad. Ones that actually fit, and he took em for some fu-" Raphael chokes on the almost swear when his father raises an eyebrow, and clears his throat before continuing, "some science experiment."

Their father narrows his eyes at Donatello, who has the good sense to look ashamed. "Dad, if Raph is gonna be wearing them out on the street, I don't want them to break and hurt his eyes. I just wanted to make them stronger. That's all." He says, resisting the urge to shoot an annoyed look at his thick headed brother.

"Did you ask your brother if he would allow this?"

"Yes, Father."

"Did he offer them to you?"

Don hesitates and his father waits, "Well... No... but-"

"I told him no. I specifically told him no," Raphael cuts in. Splinter shoots him a look and he shuts up.

"But I just wanted them to actually protect his eyes! They were a time bomb! If he got hit in the face, he was gonna go blind!"

"Were?! Where the fuck are they, Donnie?" He demands, not even registering the swear word. He looks around and spots them on the work bench. Walking over, he snatches them up.

They look... exactly the same. Only they're heavier.

"I gave them a steel core and shatter proofed the lenses," Donnie snaps, only a little bitterness coming through, "you're welcome."

Raphael wants to be grateful, he really does. They're fine. Better than fine. In addition to the practical changes, his brother had gone so far as to buff out some of the scratches and they looked almost new. But the adrenaline from potentially losing something precious is still coursing through his veins and he's still angry at the violation. He doesn't look up.

"Was there a chance, Donatello," their father asks after a moment, "that in an effort to improve these glasses, you could have broken them beyond repair?"

"Well, I mean, there's always a chance of that happening," he admits, "...but I was careful!" he almost whines.

"Then you will spend the next hour in the hashi while you think of a way to apologize to your brother," Splinter looks at Raphael, "is this acceptable to you?"

Raph glares at him, silent, and nods.

They avoid the topic of the glasses altogether over the next week. Tempers wane, and Donnie serves his punishment, spending 20 hours of his lab time helping Raph with the Motorcycle he's been trying to build. The incident isn't mentioned again.

It's Wednesday night and they're downtown shutting down a gang fight. Pretty normal for this part of town. They thought they'd disarmed all of them first thing, standard protocol. They must have missed one.

The shot rings out, and Raph goes down, hands over his eyes.

Donnie takes out the last three, including the shooter, and sprints to his brother's side. Removing Raphael's hands from his face, they find the bullet stuck in one of the lenses. The glass is broken, but the shatterproof coating kept the shards together and out of Raph's eye.

They look up at each other, shocked at the close call, and Donnie tries *really* hard not to look smug. They make their way home soon after.

After showering and getting ready to sleep for the day, Raph wanders down to the lab.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

Donnie looks up from the graphics card he's repairing and turns around in his chair. He nods.

"Sorry I gave you such a hard time about... you know. I know you were just trying to help."

"Dude, no," Donnie says, "You and Dad were right, what I did wasn't okay. It's just..." He sighs, "You're always the first one in, you know, and- I mean, you're right in the middle of everything... If you suddenly can't see... It's just, not being able to see sucks..." Donnie tries really hard to fight the overwhelm. Tapping the desk to keep himself grounded. This is important, damn it. If he loses it, this conversation is going nowhere

He's tried, he's tried before, but the thought of losing his twin terrifies him. His brother is reckless, and it's Donnie's job to make sure that doesn't get him killed.

He clenches his fists, his voice shutting down. Fuck. His jaw tightens and tears of worry and frustration prickle behind pleading eyes that meet Raphael's. He hopes his brother understands. He usually does. Emotions are hard for Donnie, expressing them, doubley so.

"Okay, how 'bout this," Raph offers, letting him off the hook. He tosses Donnie one of the small, metal brain teaser puzzles on his desk, "I'll agree to hear you out when it comes to my shit, as long as you don't just take it to play with. Deal?"

"Cool. Now," Raph says, pulling the glasses out of his pocket. He'd left the bullet in. It looked cool. "There something we can do about this?"

Don nods emphatically, eyes on the puzzle.

Donnie looks up as the metal rings fall apart in his hands and nods, smiling, "I have a few ideas..."

....

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[slightlyartist]

Ik you’re still in the process of making lore but I have have Steve - Fidds questions!

1. What is Pyramid Steve getting out of making these deals? Is he helping Bill with his Weirdmageddon stuff? Is he stealing things from his Victims other than what’s given (like slowly taking all their money and savings/their life force/whatever he uses for currency) to pay his alimony? Or is he just doing this because he likes doing HUMAN THINGS as a HUMAN MAN and it’s FUN and a BUSINESS and TOTALLY DIFFERENT from sitting around on his laptop playing the sims all day so he doesn’t need to deal with his OWN issues (like his divorce)?

2. Is he helpful with little things *at first* to make sure his ‘customers’ trust him to deal with more and more stuff? Like at first he comes to Fidds when it’s been a month since he last did laundry because he was too scared to go down to the laundry room and Steve tells him he has a Magic Product to Help with Anxiety! Then Fidds feels all floaty and calm and out of it. Next thing Fidds knows, his laundry is clean, folded and, put away, AND he even washed and redid his bedsheets! And he took a shower and is wearing fresh clothes! Wow! He just barely remembers any of it, like trying to remember a dream, but who cares! The Product is Working! Yay! And it’s a very easy slope from that to Fidds thinking “I’ve been ghosting Emma-May (who’s upset with me) for a week now and my hands shake thinking about it, I need to use Product and call her to work things out! OH NO Apparently I sounded like a weird British man trying to do a southern accent the whole conversation and now she thinks I’m taking drugs! And is MORE upset with me! I need to call her and fix things! Which I can only do with the help of Product! My life is crumbling around me.”

3. Please work the plastic bag of DvDs Steve carries around and pet centipede into this au. This isn’t a question this is a request. And the fact he eats copper wires! Does he make the humans he controls also eat Copper Wires? Does he make the humans buy or steal copper wires for him so he can eat them?

4. Uh. What do you imagine being hypnotized feels like to Fidds (the first few times before he starts going brain dead)? I’m guessing it’s not just blacking out if victims get addicted to the *feeling* of being hypnotized as well as getting addicted to the ability to step out of their life for a bit.

5. Does Fidds already being pretty into the ‘beginnings of permanent brain damage’ stage of memory gun use have any affect on Steve’s ability to hypnotize/control Fidds? Since he’s basically controlling Fidds from his laptop, the main hardware he’s running his program on being janked up could have some effect on how well Stiddlepord ‘runs’.

6. What do the ‘side effects’ of Product start to look/feel like in the victims? Like we know what the memory gun’s side effects look like in action because of that supercut of Fidds decent. And can partial brain function eventually be recovered like with the memory gun? Or is Pyramid Steve eventually just puppeting a corpse until it starts to decompose?

7. Uhhhhh. Can I write fanfiction. Of this au.

Anyway this ask is way too long, I know, but if I write fanfiction on this I want it to be lore accurate and not just my own thing, and it’s such a cool au!!! I crave more!! More of the unstable divorced man ‘possessing’ the other unstable divorced man!! Amazing!!

HELLO HELLO! Thank you for being so interested in this silly AU!! Okay I'm going to sit down and properly think about all of this!

Fun fact! If Ford refers Bill as My Muse, Fidds refers Steve as My Elixir ;)

What is Pyramid Steve getting out of making these deals?

As opposed to Bill and his love for physical pain, Steve craves mental and emotional misery. Like a parasite feeding off the psychological pain they are experiencing, that's why his aim is to ruin their lives even more, kicking his customers when they are already down.

Bill and Steve are not allies. In fact Bill HATES Steve's guts. They are aware of each other, Fidds is not aware that Ford has Bill, Ford is not aware that Fidds has Steve, but they both know something is off about the other.

Hypnotized Fiddlesteve would change the maths of the Portal blueprints that Possessed Billford spent hours making the day before, hilarity ensues ❤️

2. Is he helpful at first?

You put it perfectly into words! If the Memory Gun was a metaphor for Alcohol, Steve is straight up a metaphor for Drugs. Sure, it can work at first, makes you feel productive, fills you with energy, eases your worries and is a distraction. But how long does that take before things start getting out of hand? First week, Steve helps you with EVERYTHING. He finishes all of Fidds' tasks in less than a day, Ford praises Fidds' efficiency, Fidds is literally on cloud nine! He needs to call that weird guy again. He needs to keep this going. But then as time goes on, things get a bit weird, the maths aren't adding up, things are tense between Ford and him and he doesn't know why, uh oh, he needs help! He needs His Elixir. He will make everything right. (Spoiler: things start to go downhill from there)

3. Does he make the humans he controls also eat Copper Wires?

A picture is worth a thousand words ;)

4. What do you imagine being hypnotized feels like to Fidds (the first few times before he starts going brain dead)?

I think he does black out sometimes when Steve takes over without any warning, but when Fidds willingly reaches out to Steve I'm guessing it feels like when Mable ate that expired candy. Just pure vibes!

5. Does Fidds already being pretty into the ‘beginnings of permanent brain damage’ stage of memory gun use have any affect on Steve’s ability to hypnotize/control Fidds?

It just made everything easier! You see, Steve's perfect customers are those who are "weak-minded". Hypnosis wouldn't work on those who are strong-willed. It would just wear off after some brief time, or they would just turn down Steve's offerings. That's why Fidds is so easy to manipulate. In fact, Steve's hypnosis will end up causing even more brain damage to the victim in the long run. Fidds' brain will begin to atrophy and his nervous system will start to collapse.

6. What do the ‘side effects’ of Product start to look/feel like in the victims?

While not under hypnosis, the victim can experience: Brain Atrophy, photosensitivity, seizures, increased paranoia, hallucinations, weight loss, isolation (Steve would push away everyone), drowsiness, random twitches, memory issues, inability to perform everyday tasks and decisions... I'm currently designing Old Man Fiddlesteve and it's making me so unbelievably sad by just staring at him...

Can partial brain function eventually be recovered like with the memory gun? Or is Pyramid Steve eventually just puppeting a corpse until it starts to decompose?

Both! There are two ways to stop Hypnosis: the victim's mind becomes somehow "strong" enough to get rid of hypnosis, or Steve could just let that victim free because it reached a point in life in which everything is already so messed up that it hit rock bottom, becoming brain-dead and not useful.

If you get rid of hypnosis in the early stage, it's easier to regain control of your life. If, like Fidds, you've been under hypnosis for decades, it would take A REALLY INTENSE treatment to regain AT MOST 45% of the original brain potential. Since it was a coping mechanism stronger and more aggressive than the Memory Gun, your brain will suffer so many side effects and the atrophy can only heal until a certain point. Fidds can't catch a break in any AU I fear...

7. Can I write fanfiction. Of this au.

YESS i'd love to read it!! My "lore-accurate" tip is to just follow the canon, but with Fidds hiding Steve from Ford the same way he hid the memory gun from him. (The memory gun is still part of this AU tee-hee). Just four divas having intense beef with each other. Fiddlesteve was the perfect excuse to come up with more Fiddauthor toxic angst :>

As you can see I will try to share some of his lore by using Computer entries (and Journal entries to show Ford's POV) but you can just take creative liberties since everything is a huge WIP, or you can DM me your thoughts! <3

[zeroseuniverse]

hello! could i pls request a zb1 reaction to reader snuggling up to them when they're cold? tyy

ZB1 React to You Snuggling Up to Them When You're Cold

Jiwoong – "This is fine… I’m fine…"

You snuggle into Jiwoong’s side without warning, and he immediately malfunctions. "Uh—okay. Sure." His brain is buffering, but on the outside, he’s just sitting there like 😐 while his heart is doing backflips. Tries to act unbothered, but the second you sigh contentedly, he panics internally. Ends up sitting stiffly for 10 minutes before finally sighing and wrapping an arm around you. "You’re so lucky you’re cute."

Zhang Hao – Instantly Takes Advantage of the Situation

The second you press up against him, Zhang Hao smirks. "Oh? You’re cold? Guess that means you need my warmth, huh?" Before you can react, he’s already wrapped around you like a human burrito. You think you’re just going to lean on his shoulder? Nope. You’re fully trapped in his embrace. "Better now?" he whispers smugly, while you realize there’s no escape.

Hanbin – Screaming Internally but Will Never Show It

You snuggle into him, and he freezes like a statue. "Oh… okay… yeah, totally normal," he mutters, staring straight ahead like a robot trying to process emotions. Tries to act all mature, but his ears turn bright red. Eventually, he just gives up and hugs you properly. "You’re stuck now. No take-backs."

Matthew – Casual On The Outside, Dying Inside

You lean into Matthew, and he just nods like it’s no big deal. "Yeah, go ahead." But the moment you actually settle in? His soul leaves his body. Would he fake yawn just to sneak his arm around you? Yes. Would he act like he doesn’t care? Also yes. But if you so much as move an inch away, he’s pulling you right back like, "No, no, stay here. You’re still cold."

Taerae – Fake Offended But Secretly Living For It

"Wow, so I’m just a heater to you? That’s all I am?" he teases, dramatically gasping as you snuggle closer. Pretends to push you away for exactly three seconds before pulling you right back. "Just kidding. You’re stuck with me now." Would absolutely rub it in later. "Remember that time you couldn’t survive without me? Yeah, that was crazy."

Ricky – Acts Like You’re The Problem, But He’s The One Obsessed

The moment you lean on him, he stares at you blankly. "Why didn’t you bring a jacket? Sounds like a you problem," he says. Doesn’t move an inch. But five seconds later, you’re completely wrapped in his arms, his jacket, and probably his entire being. He just won’t acknowledge it. If you ask, he’ll be like, "It’s just convenient this way. Don’t think too much about it." But let’s be real—he’s never letting go.

Gyuvin – Absolute Menace About It

The second you snuggle into him, Gyuvin gasps dramatically. "Y/N! What if I had cooties?! You didn’t even ask first!" Fake offended. Fake panicking. Fully grinning the whole time. Will absolutely squeeze you tighter just to mess with you. "You started this! Now you suffer!" Laughs so hard when you try to escape, but nope. You dug your own grave.

Gunwook – Too Happy About It

You snuggle into him, and he lights up like a golden retriever who just got head pats. "Oh! You’re cold? Don’t worry, I got you!" Immediately wraps you up and squeezes you tight. Wouldn’t even let you sit halfway; he’s pulling you fully into his lap. So proud of himself. Will 100% tell people later, "Yeah, I kept Y/N warm. I’m basically their personal heater now." If you even think about moving, he just tightens his grip. "Nope. Too late. You live here now."

Yujin – Shy Baby™ Who Doesn’t Know What To Do

The moment you lean into him, he stops functioning. "U-Uh… oh… okay… uh…" Visibly sweating. Doesn’t know where to put his hands. Brain completely empty. Would literally offer you his entire life savings before even thinking about hugging you back. Eventually just awkwardly pats your shoulder like "Uh… there, there?" But if you snuggle in even more? Immediate blushing mess. RIP Yujin. He did not survive.

[jokerbunn]

Silly Headcanons abt Arthur

𓈈⠀⠀ 𝅄 ⠀᧔◍᧓ ⠀⠀ 𝅄 𓈈

I've been brainrotting abt this man in the past 9 months. (I'm so normal abt him.)

So I'll share some of my useless headcanon of him (if you don't agree, pls do not spread hate. This is just my personal view. If you don't agree, it's definitely fine)

1- He is allergic to tomatoes.

My bro is totally allergic to tomatoes. He can't eat them or come into contact with them.

Which is a shame, cuz Penny likes it.

2- Arthur is a little afraid of birds

Don't ask me why. But I can just FEEL that Arthur is a little bit scared of birds. This man is not afraid of spiders or lizards (His mother is terrified of these things. Every time one of these shows up in their apartment, he takes it out for her.), but put a canary near him and watch the real meaning of discomfort.

3- He is obsessed with curly hair.

He definitely thinks curly hair is beautiful. He would even ask to touch someone's hair. But he is very shy and is afraid of hurting the person.

The only hair he touches is his own and his mother's. They have the same curl. So it's not really a big difference. But I can feel that he thinks afro hair is beautiful.

4- He's bisexual, period.

He doesn't call himself bisexual, obviously. It's the 80s. And Arthur is afraid of sexuality in general. But something tells me, that Arthur likes both men and women. But he doesn't think it's right for him to like men, because that's not the example he has. Arthur is desperate for romance, and all he knows about it is from movies. And in movies at the time, only heterosexual couples were shown. So I think Arthur would feel dirty because of this.

HaHa's has male strippers, and I'd say he's caught himself looking at them from time to time. But he doesn't know if he envies them, wanting to be like them, attractive to women, or if he wants to touch them.

(he wants both.

5- Arthur has dyslexia.

Throughout the movie, we see that Arthur's handwriting is rubbish. And in Joker 2, it is simply proven by himself that he didn't go to high school. However. In the last year of elementary school, you should already be literate and able to write. Which is not the case with Arthur. He doesn't know how to write properly and his handwriting is poor.

People with dyslexia have a peculiar brain functioning for linguistic processing related to reading. Dyslexics have difficulty associating the graphic symbol, the letters, with the sound they represent, and organize them, mentally, in a temporal sequence.

And I think Arthur fits that perfectly.

6- Arthur has level 2 support ASD.

Arthur is (undiagnosed) autistic, and you can't prove me otherwise. (Im autistic myself, so dont come at me☠️✋🏼)

My bro doesn't recognize irony, he's naive, has hyperfocus, do stimming, and doesn't know how to fit in with society, he feels love in a different way, etc.

He is an autistic man with a hyper focus on comedy and Murray Franklin, period.

Anyways, hope u all enjoy!

[moonchildridden]

The Boy Next World Special Episode: The Aftermath 

Hi. Hello. How are you guys on this beautiful day, now that April has started? Your girl here is still suffering from what I can only describe as a BossNoeul aftershock because since Sunday i literally cannot stop thinking about the things I saw in those one hour and almost ten minutes. Not only BN ended me the best (and worst) way possible, but MAME decided to add ForthDonut to the mix and just bury me and dance on my grave. But more on that later. 

It took me a while to get my brain functioning properly again (hence why this is coming always three days late and not on the same day as the release of the episode, to ride the heat wave of the fandom reaction), but even if it’s still roaming around trying to get online again, I simply NEED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY MIND OR I WILL IMPLODE (reminds me of my Tumblr early days, when I dedicated my days in freaking out because of PuthKaeng. Those were the days, man...). I feel like you guys understand me on this, because no one really survived after that episode.

I just know it. 

However, contrary to what you guys could expect from a post from me talking about something, there isn’t really an analysis to be made here, just pure insanity with a sprinkle of nail bating moments and screams to make anyone cover their ears. I’ll talk about what caught my attention, my general impression of every bit, my opinion on the acting, the scenes that drove me crazy and how MAME managed to turn TBNW into an even better show with this special episode.

First of all: Boss Chakaimon.

This man has been my nemesis since the first day I put my eyes on him and three years later it hasn’t changed. Granted, Fort snatched my attention during LITA era (Prapai was my weakness. Those who met me in 2022 know that. I suffered with him, and still do) but Boss was there, peaking from behind the curtains, waiting for his moment to get back to the front and ruin me for good. It doesn’t spark joy that I love a man with long hair and now that Boss got hair enough to NOT NEED HAIR EXTENSIONS TO MAKE A HAIR BUN, I simply die every time I see a photo of that man in my X’s feed. So, yeah, bun!Cir had the guarantee to make me his bitch and dude got what he wanted.

Also, even if we jokingly refer to this version of Cir as Phayu!Cir, being the obsessed woman that I am and having re-watched LITA countless of times, I can assure that there’s nothing except the hair that creates similarities between these two characters. The way bun!Cir carries himself, his expressions, his tone of voice, his eyes, his thought process, the way he acts and reacts are extremely different from Payu and those details only show how Boss managed to evolve in his acting since LITA and how he continues to do so.

Second: nerd!Phu.

We all know Noeul is a chameleon, in the way he can simply switch on and off a certain character when he needs to do so (Boss does that too but Noeul is faster on that) and nothing proves that ability of his than how he managed to make a mix version of Toh (from Secret Crush On You) and Wayo (from 2 Moons) much more interesting that it was supposed to be. The cuteness, the awkwardness, the distant pinning, the loser complex, the “cuteness” of his stalking (hence the mentioning of Toh. I love SCOY but I cannot deny the fact that Toh managed to freak me out most of the times during the series)

(this was a total callout for that, I know it)

and the adoration he had for Cir.

There wasn’t a single time I didn’t swoon for nerd!Phu, didn’t called him a “loser” (affectionate), didn’t feel the need to wrap him in a blanket and give him some milk, lull him to sleep and protect him from all the bad things of this world. Noeul made nerd!Phu still maintain our Phu’s innocence but with a slight change and I loved him for that.

Third: the overall structure of the episode.

We all have our fair share of disappointment or enjoyment from special episodes, no matter the series or the the year we are in. Usually, special episodes are made just to show our characters in a happy-well-made-life scenario, without nothing exciting happening (don’t get me wrong, I love seeing my favorite couples just being domestic) but after a while it starts to get repetitive. TBNW, from the start, got rid of that repetition by having “another” couple the center of the episode while still bringing our main couple to the front. MAME could’ve decided to give us main!CirPhu just being a couple (we didn’t really got much of those in the series) but instead she gave us the only version of CirPhu that were not together yet but a version that we were somehow familiar with (we got to taste how bad-mouthed bun!Cir was and we all loved it) and how the time bun!Cir spent in main!Cir body prepared him to get with his Phu.

Yes, he was still as foul-mouthed as we knew him, kinda rude at times but since the moment he woke up and found nerd!Phu on his doorstep, holding the bag of medicine and recognized him, he was already halfway into the road to his canon event (remember that banger of a post I made? Yeah, still relevant until this day) and nothing was going to stop him. He tried to coax Phu to get off his hiding and talk to him, took the lunch Phu had gotten him that day, then drank the drink Phu gave him (while having the strange rule of not eating/drinking things people brought for him. I wonder if all of his versions are like this) and then used all the opportunities Wim gave him (the bus ride, the game in the camping, the singing and getting the chance to make Phu confess that he liked him) to finally get what he felt he was supposed to get. After all, Phu made Cir notice him, so why not take the opportunity and go with the flow? 

There weren’t any unnecessary scenes, any filler, any confusing scene, no unnecessary drama, no dragging, no unnecessary slow-burn, cliche!CirPhu had a direct and straight (ha!) story, with a clear beginning, a clear middle and a clear “ending) (we didn’t get to see the aftermath of their kiss in the tent but we all know they ended up together. Don’t all CirPhu versions end up together in the end? 

Also, can I add that Cir saying Phu’s full nickname is my ultimate weakness? Because, it doesn’t matter if the emotion behind the name is lust or wonder, Cir’s voice saying that simple word that is Phu’s nickname will always get me weak on the knees. I hate this man, seriously.

(another add-in. Them being in opposite sites of the swings, and Phu doing his best to even see Cir's face until Cir got up and closed the distance between them could be a nod to the fact that their story almost always start because Cir gives the first step towards Phu. Intelligent writing is like this, connecting all the dots in your own story).

Forth (ha!): JinWim.

I suffer from second lead couple syndrome and JinWim got my heart even with the little screentime they got in the series (that was also fairly well explored. Well done, MAME). The golden retriever/black cat dynamic is never a miss for me and when we have that with “supernatural” element involved, you bet my ass will be on the frontline, losing my damn mind over it. Watching Jin get incresidly interested in Wim the more he gets to spend time around him, getting curious as to how can someone be so honest with himself to the point of literally speak their mind out loud, and fall in love with the little things he saw in Wim, with his pure honesty and golden heart.

Wim also falling gradually for the sky-gazer dude who seemed to like to speak in riddles (Jin, you ain’t Jesus) and annoy him just because, having his feelings crushed when he thought Jin was lying to him and then opening his heart to the feelings Jin had for him also. Imagine having someone say they decided to stop reading your mind (no matter how Jin framed it to be, it was a conscious decision) because you were honest and they didn’t need to be cautious or have their guard up around you? Wim can relate. 

However, and this is a big HOWEVER, I wasn’t prepared to the JinWim version we got because jumping from a soft couple to a couple that is subtly and, sometimes, openly horny for each other, making double meaning sentences, dirty jokes and being clingy was a whiplash of unprecedented proportions.

That kiss in the forest...guys, THAT KISS IN THE FOREST...the way Jin’s hand got inside Wim’s shirt, the aggressiveness of the kiss, the raw desire...

ForthDonut, I’m sorry. I wasn’t familiar with your game.

Fifth: the NC.

Ok, this was saved for last because it came last (no pun intended!) and because I needed to take all that out of the way to focus on the fucking show BossNoeul put in the NC. I thought they could never outdo their NC on the last episode of TBNW, and the same way I was wrong because I had thought previously that the daddy scene couldn’t be outdone and it was, the showed me they can always go beyond my expectations.

It started with Phu being the sassy baby he always was (seducing and provoking Cir because having Cir losing control is, canonically speaking, a huge turn on for Phu), then them just being totally unhinged (I will die while still having that hand on Cir’s crotch ingrained in my mind)

and wild, just as always. The maniacal smile on Cir’s face when Phu asked to be punished (“punish me until you’re satisfied”. Phu, seriously, WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT IN A MOMENT LIKE THAT?! WHY WOULD YOU RUIN MY SANITY LIKE THIS?!)

and the moans...why do they have the prettiest moans in the entire industry?

(also, my brain couldn't resist noticing that we got similarities between their NC on LITA episode 6 and this one. I just couldn't stop once I noticed)

(like, seriously! Look at this and tell me I'm crazy)

(CIR, PUT THAT FUCKING TONGUE BACK IN YOUR MOUTH!)

Then, we got Cir's revenge because this time Phu got tired from their activities, them snuggling, and the shower sex on the next day in the morning, to end with them just being their usual selves, happy and with the certainty that all of their versions are happy in their own little universes.

But wait! Our main-main protagonist dark!Cir made an appearance, this time not in the clock room but in a field, with bun!Cir in front of him and ready to terrorize another version of his with his riddles ad endless patience (Tumblr has a 30 photos limit per post, so no pics from now on. Why I only discover these things when I'm in the middle of writing one?). However, there's one question hanging in the air: if his time was with main!Cir and this version already got his happy ending, why hasn't he gone back to his Phukan? If what he said about all the versions of Phu always being safe is to be believed, then his Phukan is still alive and well, so why not go back? Is he being forced to keep guiding other versions of Cir? Did he chose (which I strongly doubt) to continue there? WHAT HAPPENED WITH DARK!CIR? I NEED ANSWERS!!!

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Overall, this episode was perfect, and I'm not saying this from a biased perspective but because from all the special episodes I saw until now (not as much as I would like but enough to faintly know what I'm talking about), this was the most complete we got and, coming from MAME and her penmanship, that's a big and large win. She managed to make me even more obsessed with a story of hers (LITA, you have competition!) and don't ruin the build up she made during the airing time. The endless possibilities and material she gave us with this episode is massive: the fact that this universe Jin still has his mind reading abilities towards Wim makes possible for some mind reading during sex (one of the things that I lamented losing in the series but not really because the lost got a sweet explanation and I'm satisfied with it, it makes sense), how nerd!Phu reacted after the kiss, how their relationship evolved, their first time, cliche!CirPhu dynamics, the Cir that will occupy bun!Cir place until he also finds his Phu, the reason as to why dark!Cir is still going around advising other Cir...all of that material from an hour episode is bonkers.

So, yeah. This was me dumping my unhinged thoughts about this episode and how, Wednesday, I'm still not over and will never be over it because that's not possible. I don't even wanna know how I will react when we get the scenes from the boxset.

I'll die. I know that.

[toomuchracket]

totally wrecked (d word matty x reader smut)

(yo. you should all know what this is, because you voted for it, but if not... a loooong one, full of unprotected bathroom counter sex, mirror fingering, cumplay, and a tiny little bit of the d word being used. FIRMLY 18+, because it's filthy lmao. ok love you all hope you enjoy <3)

"fuck, you're tight. i don't think - shit, so fucking good, taking me so fucking well - fuck, i don't think i'm going to last much longer, princess."

you can barely hear matty speak, despite the fact your face is tucked into the crook of his neck and you can feel the vibrations of his words (well, moans) against your flushed cheek. he's fucking you relentlessly on top of the granite bathroom counter in his hotel suite, and the wet, slapping sound of his hips driving into yours is the most audible thing in the room; it's so loud, in fact, that it almost drowns out the saturday night soundtrack of the new york city streets outside. it's only been a week since you last saw (and fucked) your boyfriend, but the way he's got your legs wrapped like a vice around his waist and desperately pulls your bum forward to meet his powerful thrusts... one would think you hadn't seen him in months.

although, the way matty's been railing you nonstop through multiple orgasms so far probably has less to do with the time you've spent apart and more to do with what's happened since you reunited two hours ago - namely, the ruined handjob you gave him in the shower, bringing him (slightly sleepy, extremely sappy, and thus putty in your hands) to the edge of release twice, but stopping your motions before any orgasm could properly hit. before you could go for a third time, however, matty snapped and lifted you onto the counter you're currently perched on the edge of. in stark contrast to your teasing method of orgasm deprivation, his means of retaliation is to overload you with them, making you cum over and over and over, until you're teetering on the verge of tears, consciousness, sanity itself. and it's working; you're whimpering with every movement of matty's hips, your brain so clouded from constant pleasure that you genuinely fear you won't be able to function at all if you loosen your grasp on his curls and his back.

sudden pressure on your clit tears a scream from your scratchy throat, making your head snap back in shock. matty - looking as fucked out as you feel, flushed and sweaty and gorgeous as ever - has the absolute cheek to smile sweetly at you as if nothing's happening, all the while continuing to rub tiny circles onto your sensitive bundle of nerves despite your body's convulsions and the whines you can't stop making. "want you to cum again for me, princess," he murmurs, voice echoed by a moan. "need you to be a good girl and cum all over my dick for me, make me cum. you'd - fuck, you're so wet - you'd do that for me, wouldn't you, be my good girl? think i deserve it, since you wouldn't let me cum earlier."

oh, he's fucking sick. he's also right - he does deserve you being good for him, but even the mere thought of another orgasm has you almost blacking out. so you shake your head violently, tears spilling out over your lower lashline and splattering all over you and matty and the counter. "can't, i can't do it, too - mmm - sensitive."

"yeah you can, princess, you can do it," matty coos, the softness in his voice and eyes a total juxtaposition to the brutal pace he's fucking you at. he leans in to give you a quick kiss, and despite your despair at his behaviour you return it eagerly. "just one more for me, sweetheart, that's all i'm asking. what's one more orgasm, after all the others i've given you today, hmm? c'mon, you can do it a final time, my perfect girl, cum for me one more time. please?"

it's the plea that does you in - you're incapable of resisting matty when he goes all sweet on you. and for the second time in probably as many minutes - although you're so dazed that your grasp on the passage of time is probably ballerina-slender at best - he's right. as soon as matty's encouragement begins, so too does the rapid increase of heat in your core, growing and growing with every thrust or clit-circle from your boyfriend. with a cry of "shit, shit, matty!", it explodes into light; you're a supernova, a collapsing star, kept only from falling into an exhaustion-induced black hole by matty's hold on your body.

as you cum for the final time, his hand moves from your clit to behind your head, silently but lovingly nudging you back into the crook of his neck as he chases his own release. the gravitational pull from your own orgasm means he doesn't have far to go, though - within seconds, matty's gasping out your name, thrusts faltering as the pleasure in his body reaches its peak. "'m so fucking close, fuck, babe. where d'you want me?"

"inside, fill me up," you whine into matty's neck, still reeling from the shockwaves of your own ending. on nothing more than base instinct, you suck a mark into the spot your lips have recently inhabited, grazing your teeth over it - at that, matty groans, holding both your hips to get as deep inside you as he can and fulfil your request of being filled with his release. you feel heat in your core again as he does, but this is no stellar demise; it's a rekindling, leaving the two of you glowing with satisfaction.

while he's still inside you, matty's hands slide up from your hips so that he can wrap his arms around your waist. yours slide down from his hair and upper back to copy him, and the two of you just stay clutching each other wordlessly until your breathing regulates and your vision is less blurry and everything feels a bit more... real. matty presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead, then another to the tip of your nose, and finally one on your lips. "did so well for me, sweetheart, thank you. i love you."

"i love you too. thank you baby, that was amazing," you smile sleepily at your boyfriend, who takes the chance to kiss you again with a smile to match your own. "gonna be sore tomorrow, though."

"i'll take care of you, my darling, don't you worry," matty says, brushing your (likely horrendously messy) hair from your face. "d'you feel up for having a bath now? might help prevent some of the aching."

"mmm, yeah, that sounds nice."

"alright, sweetheart, whatever you want," matty takes both your hands in his own and kisses each of them in turn, which elicits a giggle from you. "gonna pull out now, ok?"

you nod, shuffling your now-numb backside as best you can to brace yourself for the imminent discomfort. still holding your hands, matty hisses as he detaches his hips from your own; you wince at the loss of him, but the feeling passes as quickly as it came on. "that wasn't so bad - babe, are you ok?"

your question falls on deaf ears, as your boyfriend does nothing but stare down between your still-open legs as if entranced. his already-dark eyes are still black with lust, both pupils and eyelids wider than normal. when you brush your fingers against his face, matty snaps out of his little reverie and turns his head to kiss your palm with a tender smile, but his gaze falls back to your core within seconds. you giggle, and only then do his eyes flick up to your face. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he begins, sheepish tone almost comical in comparison to the dominance he displayed over you less than five minutes ago. "just can't get over how perfect you look with my cum dripping out of you. still not used to it - don't think i ever will be, to be honest."

"jesus christ, you're such a boy sometimes," you grin, rolling your eyes despite the shivers of arousal that rolled down your spine at matty's words.

"you know full well i'm a man, princess, thank you very much" comes your boyfriend's indignant reply, accompanied by a light flick to your thigh.

"like i could ever forget, with that daft tattoo."

"negativity? pretty bold for a woman who just let me creampie her, no?"

you fake retch. "if you ever refer to it as that in future, matthew, you're never doing it to me ever again."

"fuck, ok. i'm sorry, sweetheart," matty presses little kisses all over your face in effusive apology, pulling giggles and contented little hums from you. "horrible word, i agree. uncouth."

you snort. "you really like cumming inside me, huh? never seen you cave for anything so quickly."

"baby, it's the sexiest thing on the fucking planet," matty grins, kissing your head. he taps your bum once. "turn around for me and have a look, yeah?"

you lean up to kiss matty quickly, murmuring an "ok" against his lips, before lifting your legs onto the counter and beginning the awkward swivel to look in the mirror on the wall. the granite is so wide and smooth that you technically should be able to turn 180 degrees no problem, but the shaky numbness of your legs hinders you slightly - matty helps by grabbing and adjusting your hips, then spreading your legs, standing flush against your back to ensure you don't fall backwards. and when you see yourself, you almost do, out of sheer shock.

it's not that you look bad; in fact, it's the opposite. you look like sex itself. yeah, your cheeks are ruby-woo-red and your hair is perhaps the least neat it's ever been, but you look ridiculously hot like this, fucked-out and messy, all heaving chest and sparkling eyes and kiss-bitten lips and a sense of incredible pleasure just radiating from you. but perhaps the most erotic thing about your appearance is the little drops of white trailing down your ruined core, juices from a summer nectarine. is it anywhere near as sweet?

"matty," you whisper, still staring at the sight between your legs. "i want to know what we taste like. can i?"

"fuck," matty groans, bowing his head so his forehead is pressed against the back of yours. he inhales deeply, then leans to rest his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck lightly. "whatever you want, princess, you'll get."

with that, he brings a calloused hand round and drags the pads of his middle and ring fingers up your core, catching the drops of his own cum as he does. you whimper when they brush against your swollen, sensitive clit, which earns you a "sorry, sweetheart" and a kiss to your temple before matty's holding his fingers in front of your lips. wordlessly, and looking at matty in the mirror the whole time to see his reaction, you take his fingers into your mouth to the knuckle, dragging your tongue up and across them before sucking and releasing them with a wet pop. matty whines - actually whines - at the sensation, throwing his head back in arousal before leaning back in to kiss your neck. "good?"

you nod, savouring the salt of him and tang of you on your tongue, a little bit like one of the margaritas you had at drinks earlier. then you tilt your head towards matty and pout your lips slightly. "have a taste for yourself, angel."

matty smiles sweetly at you, before grabbing your jaw and pressing his lips to your own. so quickly and instinctively that you would be embarrassed if you weren't so turned on, your mouth opens to let his tongue in. you love all of matty's kisses, but these types are your favourite - long and sloppy and and head-spinning, matty taking up your mouth with his own so completely it's almost like he's trying to devour you. you think you'd let him; you'd let him do anything with that mouth, quite frankly.

that mouth, which you capture the bottom lip of between your teeth and release slowly, pulling back from your boyfriend purely so you can breathe. he lets out a shaky breath as you do - which inflates your ego by an astronomical degree - and murmurs your name dreamily, before wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. your eyes meet again in the mirror a few seconds later, his and hers gazes trailing down your reflection to the space between your legs. you sigh when you don't see any more white trickling out of you, and matty giggles when he realises what you're irked about. "you are such a little slut and i am in love with you. are you really pouting because you can't see my cum spilling out of you anymore? incredible."

"stop itttttt," you whine, burying your face in your hands. "i just think it's hot to look at. and s'your fault that i can't, because you came so deep in me."

"generally, sweetheart, that's the point of a cr- cumming inside someone."

"i know, i know. just quite like seeing it, s'all."

"i know you do, princess, i was just teasing," matty says sweetly, resting his head on top of your own. a beat passes, then you see his pretty face light up in the way you've come to recognise as his "i'm a fucking genius" mode in the mirror. "and i've got an idea, if you're feeling up for it."

you narrow your eyes. "what?"

"well, provided you're a bit less sensitive than you were... let me finger my cum out of you."

fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

another shiver of arousal rolls down the back of your neck and spine, making you sit up a bit straighter. you swallow before responding. "yeah, ok."

"you sure, sweetheart?" matty hooks his index finger under your jaw and turns your head to face him. "because if you're not feeling alright, we can go and have a bath and chill."

"no, i'm alright, babe," you say, pecking matty on the lips. "really. i'll tell you if i need to stop. i know the safeword."

"good girl," matty reciprocates your peck. "have fun, princess."

with that, his mouth is back on your neck again, lightly sucking a bruise into the soft skin while his hands come around to your boobs. calloused fingers lightly brush over your nipples at first, matty rubbing little circles into them exactly as he would on your clit - initially softly, sweetly, pressure increasing the more you moan and whine and arch your back into him. the pleasure wafting across your body is gentle, soft, a sense of contentment; that soon shifts into elation when matty suddenly pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he says "so fucking gorgeous, all spread out for me. want me to keep going?"

you whimper out a reply, hips beginning to grind into thin air. "need your fingers inside me, please, need them now."

"whatever you want, princess."

with that, matty leans around to capture your lips in another passionate kiss. this one is slightly different to the last - the underlying motivation behind it is love, not lust. you allow yourself to relax a little, bask in the glow of the love you and matty have for each other, and so you're pleasantly shocked at the sudden feeling of his middle finger teasing your entrance. "fuck, yes," you moan against matty's lips. "fuck me with it, please."

matty's other hand comes down to your left thigh, spreading it even further out as he circles your - arguably soaked - hole with the other. "watch me do it, then."

you do as you're told, gluing your eyes to your own core. with a kiss to your shoulder far too chaste for the circumstances, matty slides his finger inside you and begins to pump it slowly. "fuck, baby," he moans into your skin. "touch your tits for me, make yourself feel good. god, so fucking hot, so good for me."

with a whine, you bring your hands up to your nipples in an imitation of the motions matty was doing a moment ago - a poor imitation, but it does the trick nonetheless. and really, you could get away with doing nothing at all and still get lost in how good matty's finger feels inside you, hooking upwards before thrusting in and out increasingly quickly. but you want this to be good for him, too, so you obey; you're awarded with a "good girl, doing so fucking well for me" for your efforts, followed by a "can i add another?", to which you eagerly agree.

once matty's established a toe-curlingly good rhythm and pace with his fingers, he latches his lips onto your neck again. you watch him in the mirror, through eyes half-lidded with pleasure, as he sucks an accompanying bruise next to the existing one, forming a little heart - even hazy with a slowly-building orgasm in the base of your spine, you smile at the action. being lovey-dovey and sappy even while he's literally clawing his cum out of your cunt? it's so characteristically matty that it makes your heart melt.

it reforms into a flutter mere seconds later, though, when your boyfriend angles his hand in such a way that his fingers hit your g-spot, while his wrist presses lightly on your still-sensitive clit. you cry out at the sensation, jerking forward in ecstasy, while matty coos and wraps his free arm around your waist to keep you close. "oh, there she is! god, you're so good for me, princess. want me to make you cum now?"

you're nodding frantically before he can even finish speaking. "please, please, make me cum," you whimper, meeting matty's lust-filled eyes in the mirror. "been so good for you, wanna cum."

"alright."

it's incomprehensible to you how he does it, but matty speeds up his hand movements even more, cooing into your ear and calling you his "good fucking girl, perfect girl" as he does. you silently pray to any and all deities that might exist in gratitude for whoever told him to pick up a guitar and develop wrist strength back in the day, before a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach wipes your mind clean of any coherent thought. "matty, baby, m'gonna cum."

"hold it."

no fucking way. your eyes widen in horror. "what?!"

matty giggles - not maliciously, but not exactly nicely, either. "just for a second longer, princess, just so you can enjoy how good my cum feels inside you before i fuck it all out. hold it for daddy, ok?"

he's pulled the d word card. the fucking d word card.

you can't flake on him now, so you take a deep breath and continue looking at your boyfriend's reflection. "alright then."

a kiss to your temple. "good girl."

despite your best intentions to delay your orgasm, matty has no such qualms; you swear his fingering gets even faster, his dirty talk gets moanier, and the kisses he's harassing your neck with are the sexiest yet. regardless on whether that's actually true or not (although your boyfriend's slight sadistic streak makes you believe in the former), the pressure in your stomach continues to grow. you don't know if you have it in you at all to stop it.

luckily, though, the actual end goal of this little sexperiment is in sight, literally - looking down at matty's fingers thrusting into you, you notice his cum from earlier beginning to seep out around them. it's an obscenely erotic image, eliciting a synchronised moan from you and matty. he grins, panting, into your shoulder. "fuck, princess, look at you all full of me. mine, all mine, my perfect girl, the love of my life."

the combination of the sight and matty's praise is a heady one, intoxicating you, making your eyes roll back into your skull and your already aching legs quiver. teeth chattering with an impending orgasm, you manage a whimpered request. "daddy, please, please can i cum now?"

"oh, princess," matty pulls you in for a quick kiss, marvelling at the way your eyes flutter when he pulls away. "go on, cum for me, good girl."

as soon as the words leave his mouth, the elastic band of building pressure in your stomach snaps. screaming, you cling to matty's arms as he moans and works you through the orgasm, in spite of you clenching around his fingers so tightly he can barely move. he pulls them out before the aftershocks kick in, wrapping both arms around you and verbally coaxing you through your high between kisses to your face and neck and shoulders and head.

once you've stopped shaking quite so much, you snuggle into matty while the two of you catch your breath, watching streams of white liquid pour out of you. before matty has the chance, you cup your hand just below your hole to catch most of it and bring it to your mouth - he groans out a "you're fucking perfect" as you do, followed by a "beautiful, filthy girl" as you smile at him with his cum all over your lips. matty pulls you in for another kiss; ironically, this one is gentle and loving and sweet, until matty breaks it. "god, we really do taste fucking amazing. you're fucking amazing. i love you, my girl, you did so well for me."

"i love you, too. i can't believe we just did that," you say, shifting as best you can to hug your boyfriend. "can we do it again?"

"love the enthusiasm, but we need a bath first, sweetheart, i think."

"true."

[soongtypehuman]

Boo-hoo update

I’m sorry to say I have an update I was hoping to not ever have to make. Some of you already know that I have some serious health issues, but I've been pretty quiet about the extent of what I'm dealing with.

The gist of it is that I have a rare bone disease called fibrous dysplasia that turned certain bones in my skull into tumors and then those tumors grew inward and started crushing my brain, so I had a craniotomy last year to remove as much as was safe and got a cool new titanium implant in my head to replace the removed bone/tumor. The unfortunate result was encephalomalacia, which is the end stage of liquifying necrosis, and now part of my brain is liquid instead of solid (it’s dead, in a nutshell). Most people don’t survive encephalomalacia, much less remain able to function, and most who survive the initial stage don’t survive the three year mark. Even when you do survive it, it often continues spreading. The last MRI showed it had already taken over about 1/3 of my brain. But I’m a stubborn asshole and am still hanging on.

Unfortunately, things aren’t getting better.

I have to have constant MRIs, EEGs, physical and cognitive therapies, and have been on more meds than I’d like to be in order to control seizures and various cognitive issues. I didn’t mention this before, but I had to go through a series of speech therapies just to learn to talk properly again. And the most unfortunate part of this is that my ability to write has been affected. Since the surgery over a year ago, I’ve only made 10 new posts in the Positronic Rivalry series, totaling around 87k words. For reference, I posted over 200k words in 2022. I’ve posted even less this year, and it’s not improving.

With that said, I have to take a step back. I’m not quitting and I’m not walking away from the fandom. I’d like to think I’ll still be able to post here and there. I just don’t know when and under what circumstances that will happen. I most certainly can’t handle the longer multi-chapter fics I once could. Maybe one day, but not this day. Since I started posting on AO3 back at the end of 2021, I’ve posted every Sunday more often than not. I’m sorry to say I can’t make that happen right now, and can’t say when I’ll post again or what it will be. I won't be able to continue with season 4.

But I’m most definitely not leaving the fandom and the people and the characters I love so much. I’ll still be here interacting and posting when I’m able. This fandom and the people in it are incredible and mean a lot to me. Data and Lore and Star Trek in general are integral to my life and general enjoyment.

But!! I’ve nearly completed compiling seasons 1-3 of Positronic Rivalry as well as 2022/23 Kinktobers into files that will be ready to print in physical book format (completely free, obviously), which I’ll make available for everyone to download in various print sizes, complete with covers, which you can then have printed at various POD sites if you’re so inclined. Digital versions will also be available (you can already download various formats from AO3, but they’re not compiled into seasons, don’t have covers, etc.).

I’m also continuing with the Trek-themed crossword puzzles because those are fun and my therapist thinks making them is good for my cognitive rehab.

This update is a massive bummer for me, but I felt it was better to just admit my limitations instead of constantly trying to convince myself that I could continue the way I had been pre-surgery and beating myself up when I couldn’t.

Lastly, I’ve finally taken the suggestion I’ve gotten repeatedly and set up a KoFi. If you’d like to buy me a coffee or toss a coin to your android porn witcher, you can do so right here and I’d be giggling and kicking my feet in gratitude.

Anyhow, I want to thank all of you for being amazing and coming along on this ride with me for as long as you have, and for as long as it might continue in whatever form it takes.

[cozymochi]

bro apologies for not enjoying Emilio as much as Celil or Nyoka

and I want Tia not to be so underrated☹️☹️ our green queen💚

To be fair — It’s on me that Tia isn’t willingly brought up much. Offline and when reading twst (or if I encounter writings where the protagonist isn’t specified) She’s like, my main go-to person I default to and will base voice-line interpretations around when I’m not trying to be dead serious. Gives me brainrot and makes me kick my little feetsies.

However, if I’m being totally honest, in public fandom spaces she’s kinda… a dime a dozen. She’s just another MC or “Yu” stand-in, and that in itself especially to those who don’t really think about it that much, she doesn’t exactly stick out as anything particularly special or unique. At least, not in the grand scheme knowing that Tia is just one of hundreds of thousands of interpretations of a Ramshackle Prefects. And that’s not even getting into the inspiring her off a disney princess thing which also isn’t exactly a new concept for some prefects either.

I don’t really go out of my way to be special or unique nor is it something I’m too concerned by, I just do what I would be interested in.

Tia in execution might be different to me, but mind I know everything about her that isn’t posted. How she interacts with that world is a slight departure from what’s lined up in the #canon events (not in any extreme way), but outside of myself and the friend who was there since the start, nobody would really know that since I don’t talk about any of it. 🤡🫡 I don’t know if anyone’s noticed, but I’m not one to bring these things up without prompting first. And in the opportune chances I get to do so, I tend to sit on it for months or laugh it off cuz I don’t know how to articulate it properly in an interesting enough way. It’s not that I don’t have answers, I do, but I psyche myself out.

I mean, there’s a reason why her actual solo lore and information doesn’t even reach a tenth of a fraction of what the usual trio of NRC boys gets. It’s probably easier for a person passing by to briefly wrap their head around the idea of a new student rather than yet another version of an MC that-- due to the nature of the original game being soooo vague and almost entirely a spectator despite being called the “main character”— just isn’t all that eye catching or worth people’s time, I don’t think.

She might have a different pre-twst life, different way of handling Ramshackle, Tia-specific issues, and relationships with the main cast and how she perceives the events going on around her, and might be slightly more active compared to #canon (this being the “outline” in the game), and have different overall priorities when acclimating to TWST so long as she’s stuck there that are all influenced by the aforementioned— but all of that ultimately doesn’t matter. I don’t talk about it, and when there’s already a ton of different versions of the MC out there in official and unofficial media, it’s like! Why bother! It doesn’t do anything for anyone else to know these things.

So I just don’t talk about her. At least, not in any intimate character way. And even when I could use her in place of the Prefect in more generic scenarios, I opt not to most of the time, because again, I do not think people in general care about the concept of the MC that much. Not helped by the game at all, but what can you do when you want to leave room for interpretation on a wider scale? It’s for function and projection, even if it kinda leaves this awkward hole if the viewer doesn’t go out of their way to characterize the MC themselves.

Unless Grim looks at the camera and demands that MC make a sandwich for them it’s easy to forget that they’re even there, and if one thinks about it for 2 seconds it can really feel contrived that this random person who adds nothing is witnessing certain events. (Book 7 is more egregious about this, but I will not go into it.) If my brain switches MC to Tia then all of a sudden this issue leaves. You know what I mean? Idk.

Wider interest only seems to briefly shoot up when placed under the context of a ship situation, which, despite what others do, say, and how I sometimes play along, Tia doesn’t actually have one. (Not a “””canon”” one, anyhow.) So, she doesn’t have that going for her either.

She’s just some random girl who kinda acts like the character she’s directly inspired from- if from the 2020s instead of 1920s. Starting from that basis people can get an idea of how she acts if they’ve seen the movie, but it’s not always 1:1. If not, then because I don’t talk about her with any effort, people don’t have much to draw from except from generic Shrimpy. Not a great start. She can stand on her own without either, it’s just me not trying nor going out of my way to convey what I’ve been invested in this entire time.

But, yeah. She’s my baby gorl and will always be MY default and main point of interest when I’m personally reading TWST, but she has a lot going against her in terms of general appeal. It’s not even really her fault execution-wise it’s just. Y’know. Yeah. It’s on me. I don’t talk about her up here and don’t exactly have the nerve to do so on my own accord without asking myself what the point of doing so is.

So in a way, as a result she’s not underrated at all. Just exactly where a twst “main character” is expected to be. An afterthought.

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Hello hello! Hope you're well

Will/does the epic ethereal wubbox have any place in your AU? It's such a character omg-

But considering the weight of things happening on ethereal islands already, I would totally get if there just wasn't room for the guy

HI HELLO i swear i’m not dead lmao-

goooood question! I’m. still trying to decide what I want to do with it to be honest hfhksggkd. I do want to include the canon ethereal wub (calling it Prototype in my version) but since chimera was already meant to fill the epic-thereal niche it’s a bit hard figuring out how to fit it in yknow

that and also I’m debating whether or not to include the whole WorldWideWub wubbox hivemind thing that was also introduced at the same time……. my current ideas are

Prototype has been living in the castle for a while now but nobody knows it’s there, it mostly just sticks to being an anonymous figure and notorious hacker in online circles (possibly even crossing over to the human internet)

it’s. Not a very nice monster. it has a wide range of technical knowhow and uses it primarily to hack into online games, torment other players, and cheat its way to the top; once it gets banned it moves on to the next server, or sometimes just switches to its other main hobby, petty cyberbullying. this guy is made of spite and energy drinks and it shows

adding on to the last point, Prototype’s main reasoning for being the way that it is is mostly out of hatred. for everything. its circumstances, its ramshackle body, its isolation, other people having fun… it’s not a fan of any of that. maybe it used to desire friendship and freedom but that’s all gone now, who needs that with the whole digital world at your fingertips?

the WorldWideWub network is something Prototype has been developing on its own; it knows other wubboxes are out there and wants to connect with them- and possibly hijack their brains for its own unknown reasons- but Matrix’s portal-jamming interference has also prevented the WWW from connecting with the outside world. the closest it’s managed to get is hacking into the ethereal siblings’ dreams and speaking to them (often just to be mean to them) through there, which is how it knows the network is functioning properly in the first place. the others currently have no idea who or what it is, I’d like to explore some interactions between them at some point (chimera: who are you?? / prototype: i’m you but canon compliant)

It’s technically related to Alva; Alva’s creator Ivolta made Prototype’s framework- before leaving it abandoned for centuries- and Zarroë finished it + awakened it only a few years ago (like 10-15 maybe? it’s pretty young, possibly younger than that; I need to work out how wubbox aging actually works but mentally it’s somewhere around 18-20)

not necessarily lore important but I like the idea of it using a voice changer to make itself sound more intimidating; haven’t decided what the filtered voice sounds like but for some reason my voiceclaim for its normal voice is meanie ENA from dream bbq lmaooooo

……ok now im realizing i went from “yeah idk what to do with it” to “here’s a page of headcanons” BWHAHAHHA I pretty much made up most of this as I wrote it but it’s just expanding on the little bit of ideas I had before, sooooo. yeah. hope you enjoyed it bfhvjsjg, more Prototype content to come in the future im sure

[aprillikesthings]

You're going to shoot yourself in the foot if you don't put up a barrier between yourself and society's discourse on ADHD.

[Note: This is not my post! I'm sharing a post from r/adhdwomen with permission. Here is the original post, by u/seeksfig.]

ADHD is a neurodevelopmental condition present from birth. It is a lifelong condition, and the best treatments are medication combined with cognitive-behavioral therapy.

One of the key issues with ADHD is the following: In the brains of individuals with ADHD, an anomaly in the dopaminergic system is observed. Specifically, when dopamine is released, it is reabsorbed too quickly by neurons through a process called synaptic reuptake. This means that dopamine, a neurotransmitter essential for motivation, focus, and behavioral regulation, remains active in neural circuits for a shorter period of time.

This deficiency leads to difficulties in staying motivated to complete tasks, planning, maintaining focus, or executing complex steps. It is not a matter of willpower or discipline but a direct consequence of the brain's structure and functioning in ADHD.

The only way to directly and structurally address this dopamine issue is through medication. 

Taking medication has saved the lives of many people with ADHD. Many people document how they see their lives as “before” and “after” medication, because the change is so drastic. Yes, there are some side effects, but they are almost never as harmful as living without treatment.

Despite the effectiveness of medication and the positive impact it has on people's lives, uninformed individuals continue to denigrate these treatments. Why?

Toxic Positivity: "ADHD is not a disorder! They just want to medicate people to control them!" ⇒ Of course, living on average 13 fewer years than others clearly shows that ADHD isn’t a serious, empirically documented issue. ADHD is not comparable to simple personality traits. My personality is not my disorder. I am someone; my ADHD is something else. Who I am is not the problem—my ADHD is. Adopting this perspective means you deny the truth and unintentionally reduce people to their condition.

False Belief: "Adult ADHD doesn’t exist." ⇒ Yes, of course, your brain structure magically rearranges itself once you turn 18, even though you’ve been this way since birth. Just like you stop being autistic as an adult because only children can be autistic.

Downplaying Severity: "ADHD can be managed with willpower and discipline." ⇒ Oh sure, I can totally control the behavior of my neurotransmitters with my willpower and discipline. Systems and habits work when combined with treatment because allowing dopamine to circulate properly enables individuals to adopt healthy behaviors. Without treatment, the individual simply won’t follow through. Why? Because their brain fundamentally prevents them from doing so.

Minimization: "Everyone has ADHD (sometimes they add “nowadays”)." ⇒ What distinguishes normality from pathology is intensity. Everyone has an imagination—not everyone has psychosis. Everyone feels sad sometimes—not everyone is depressed. Everyone experiences stress—not everyone has generalized anxiety disorder. Similarly, while everyone might have trouble concentrating, procrastinate, or forget things occasionally, not everyone has their life derailed because these issues persist regardless of their efforts.

Irrational Fear of Medication: "It’s just Big Pharma trying to make money off people." ⇒ Right, just like they make money selling aspirin, insulin, acetaminophen, acne treatments, and so on. Pharmaceutical companies sell medication, and those who need it buy it. Is there corruption? Yes, as in any industry. However, I’d be curious to know how you’ve concluded that ADHD treatments specifically are a scam, despite extensive research proving otherwise.

Blaming Modernity: "Everyone develops ADHD because of screens and TikTok." ⇒ According to this thesis, people are born with a "normal" brain, but technology rewires their brain to resemble that of someone with ADHD. This assumes ADHD is something you “develop” during life rather than being born with, which research has proven false. Of course, screens and social media negatively affect focus and productivity, but unlike ADHD, doing a “dopamine detox” can actually help combat these effects because the problem isn’t structural.

Alternative Solutions: "ADHD can be managed with a proper lifestyle, including a good diet and exercise." ⇒ A good lifestyle benefits everyone—it is not a cure for ADHD. Sure, it can reduce symptom severity, but all else being equal, an individual with ADHD and a perfect lifestyle will still struggle more with focus than a someone else with an average lifestyle. Once again, the issue is structural.

"ADHD is due to trauma." ⇒ ADHD doesn’t emerge after trauma, but having ADHD can certainly traumatize a child. Growing up being told you’re stupid and being asked to explain behaviors you can’t understand yourself is, indeed, traumatizing.

The people who spread such ideas generally fall into the following categories:

Uninformed individuals who’ve never read a single academic article on the subject.

People with ADHD who’ve internalized society’s guilt-laden narratives about productivity and “willpower,” or who simply don’t accept what they’re experiencing.

Businesspeople selling “magic” solutions.

Ultimately, the contempt for this condition (and not others) stems from a modern obsession with productivity.

Let me highlight the fundamental hypocrisy society shows toward people with ADHD:

Scenario 1:

Society says people with ADHD must be productive.

Therefore, the person with ADHD takes their medication to be productive.

However, society shames them for taking medication to be productive.

Scenario 2:

The person with ADHD does not take their medication.

Therefore, they are not productive.

Society shames and belittles them for being unproductive.

Thus, people with ADHD are always at a loss. If they don’t take their medication and their symptoms manifest, they are unproductive and have no value to the system. If they do take their medication to be productive, regardless of its effectiveness, they’re in the wrong because they’re a “drug addict” enslaved by Big Pharma with a “fake” condition.

To please society, the following narrative would have to materialize: "I was diagnosed with ADHD by my psychiatrist, but I said screw it because ADHD is a fake condition and Big Pharma is trying to control me, so I cured my ADHD with the power of my will and discipline!". This narrative would guarantee applause from everyone.

My point is the following: As someone with ADHD, it is impossible to satisfy society because the scenario described above is unrealistic for the overwhelming majority of people with ADHD. For most individuals with ADHD, the only way to meet society’s standards is simply not to exist, because whether we take our treatment or not, we are always at fault. Putting up a barrier is necessary.

I, too, used to think ADHD could be resolved with willpower and discipline. That’s why I tried going off my medication for several months. I was part of that second category of people.

I was quickly reminded of the truth: I have a neurodevelopmental disorder, and I was depriving myself of a normal life by refusing to take my medication—not because of the treatment itself, but because of others’ opinions about my treatment for my condition!

If a treatment exists and it helps you, take it. Do not feel guilty for wanting to live a normal life. You have the right to do so.

And never forget to be extremely selective about the fucks you give.

[cripplecharacters]

In general, how would you approach writing nonhuman/feral characters with disabilities? How would you balance the symptoms animals usually show vs human symptoms, experiences and available accomodations?

I'm considering giving my Warrior Cats character with TBI-induced blindness (yes, I know, these books are awful about disability rep and yet I can't help but get attached) a guide animal of some sort, but... in real life blind cats can get by just fine using their whiskers, and though realism isn't a concern here, I'm worried that'll come across as nonsensical. However, I'm personally uncomfortable with writing yet another blind character that doesn't need mobility aids despite not being able to distinguish objects from one another "properly". He may not be totally blind, but I feel like I'd be contributing to the misconceptions surrounding my own condition that way. Thoughts?

Thank you for your ask! In real life animals, including cats, have been known to assign themselves as a guide for a blind packmate, usually walking on the side with less vision to help with navigation. Sometimes an animal of another species will act as a guide, but only if they’re bonded. This also occurs more often in domesticated animals, so if you don’t want the guide to be another cat you could do something like a dog, chicken or rat (though I’d imagine the last two would be hard to keep in a cat pack!).

You could also have your character able to move around unassisted in familiar areas that he is often in, but need assistance in unfamiliar areas.

As for writing your character, I’d say research how his injury affects his other senses. Touch, smell, hearing and limb movement can be affected by a traumatic brain injury, and it would definitely affect your character's ability to get around.

As of now, this blog unfortunately doesn’t have any blind mods (applications are still open as of posting this). However, you can check out other blogs for more information on blindness, such as BlindBeta, AskABlindPerson, and Mimzy-Writing-Online.

Have a lovely day!

Mod Rot

Hello!

When talking about TBI induced blindness, you have to keep in mind that it's different from ocular blindness. The brain-based type of blindness is called CVI, or Cortical Visual Impairment, and it's very common.

(Note: I have done a lot of research on CVI, but I don't have it myself. I heavily encourage you to check the blogs that Rot mentioned.)

A CVI will often have different symptoms than ocular blindness. For example, the character's field of view could be severely limited - the left (or right, or top, or bottom...) half of their vision could be non-existent, and the other half could be what is sometimes described as "incomprehensible". It could also present in infinitely different ways from that, as it can be very diverse.

CVI is often fluid and the person (or cat) can function very differently depending on the circumstances like fatigue or stress or even the weather. If he's having a horrible day he will be able to understand the visual input less than when he's doing fantastic.

With CVI, it's important to remember that visual acuity generally won't be the main problem, but the brain's comprehension of the image is. This is where cat-available accommodations can hopefully come in.

Showing him experiencing visual fatigue and how he deals with it could be one of them. During his kitty activities he could prefer to have them spaced out so that he only sees one at a time and makes it easier for his brain to comprehend without tiring him out. A cluttered environment would probably only make it worse, so you can have him make sure that everything is nice and in its place. He could also take longer to recognize new objects or cats.

If he has, for example, very limited field of vision, then he could have his kitty house (I don't know how warrior cats work I'm trying my best here) arranged so that it would work for him; i.e. everything being on a specific height.

I also very much agree with Rot that he should have more symptoms than just blindness. One example of a brain-based cat disability could be cerebellar hypoplasia; it can't be caused by a TBI, but it causes ataxia which can be a result of a TBI. Either way you can use it as a reference to visualize how your character could move.

I hope this helps, I really appreciate the effort of trying to include disability accommodations in a character who's a forest cat.

mod Sasza

[endiecutieo6]

WRITE AN OVERWORKING FREDDY SICKFIC

AND MY LIFE

IS YOURS

HI! I’m so sorry this took so long, my brain wasn’t functioning properly. Making up a plot line was harder than I thought lol

For starters, a doodle inspired/made before I started the story!

TW: Mentions of sickness, mentions of vomit (no vomiting though)

Also, Freacher/Kreddy yay-

He doesn’t care about what anyone says, Freddy is not sick.

Yes, he’d been having some… issues; it had just started with a bit of shortness of breath, then a tiny fever, only a little lightheadedness, and just a small bit of nausea, nothing he couldn’t manage. Freddy had been sick- actually sick- before and this wasn’t it, couldn’t be it. He wasn’t wheezing, he could keep food down, he wasn’t bedridden, and he sure as hell wasn’t weak.

Sure, his head swirled enough that he now took twice the time to get down the stairs to prevent himself from falling down.

Sure, he kept having to wipe away the excessive saliva that seemed to now be a constant (the fact that he couldn’t properly close his mouth due to his teeth didn’t help matters).

Sure, his vision basically blacked out when he stood up no matter how long he waited to move.

But, he wasn’t sick, he just wasn’t.

But, even if he was, the manor wasn’t going to clean itself.

It wasn’t like chores weren’t done, quite the opposite. To an untrained eye, the manor looked spotless, the image of high class perfection, but Freddy knew better. He could see it in the details; the spots of dust underneath the furniture, the books all out of place on the shelves, the plants that weren’t in the room last time he checked, and so much more. It had been bugging him for weeks, and only a week ago he finally cracked and started getting everything back in order. To hell with what everyone else said, it needed to be done. He’d done so much already, only a few people actually appreciating his work, but then his… symptoms started to flare up and make things a bit more difficult. He’d considered stopping for a bit, but if everyone was going to insist he was sick and “needed to rest” he couldn’t just confirm it. No, that would bring about all sorts of bad results, ones he's just barely been hiding from…

Freddy shakes his head. He’s getting off track, and from the looks of the spotless patch of floor in his sight he’d been done with this small task for a while. Alright, he’d gotten some dirt and mud off the floor (he’d talk Nortons ear off about this later- why couldn’t he at least try to clean his shoes before entering the manor?!), now he had to reorganize the bookshelf before making sure the pillows were in their proper place and weren’t dusty. After that, he’d have to go to another room and do the process again. No problem, should be easy enough, he’d done it countless times at this point, no doubt he could do it again-

He stood and started walking, only to get the quick realization of how bad of an idea that was. In an instant, all the weight in his body shifted downwards, making it feel like his feet were encased in cement. His vision was spotting up so badly he could hardly make out anything in front of him, his sight obscured by a gray static that seemed to swirl and spin, which definitely wasn’t helping. His eyes widened and he tried to recover but his foot was slow and wasn’t hitting the ground and now he was falling, hands reaching out to grasp at something, anything to stop his fall-

His hands found purchase, and Freddy just barely managed to keep himself upright. Even though he now had both feet on the ground, leftover adrenaline was still coursing through his veins, his heart pounding in his ears like he’d dodged death instead of an unpleasant fall, a total overreaction. Despite this, he couldn’t bring himself to move and try to brush it off, letting himself pant as he put a shaking hand against his chest, trying to calm his overactive heart. Something was dripping down his face, and he quickly clocked it as sweat. Normally, he’d just chalk it up to being sensitive to the heat, but it was the middle of winter and the manors insulation wasn’t terrible, but wasn’t the greatest either, no excuse for him to be sweating bullets after all he did was scrub a patch of dirt off the floor.

Freddy swallows hard, saliva filling his mouth much faster than usual. His stomach was twisting again, tugging at his gut and growling loud enough that it had gone from annoying to concerning. The latter really shouldn’t have taken him off guard; ever since the nausea joined the fray, he’d been skipping meals ever so often, not only because his appetite had gone down but to prevent himself from throwing up. It was such an obvious and distracting action, one he wouldn’t be able to hide or brush off easily. It seemed like a passable idea when it had first entered his mind, but hindsight is 20/20 and now he could only sit with the bitter realization that it was probably only making the situation infinitely worse.

Now that his vision had cleared up, his eyes flickered over to the chair not too far away. Wiping his mouth with his free hand, he considered a break. He’d been working for about an hour by now, maybe even more since he hadn’t checked the clock in a bit, a break wouldn’t be unreasonable, right? Surely, he would’ve earned it by now, especially with the amount of effort he’d put into this whole thing. He was alone too, meaning he didn’t have to worry about inadvertently confirming people's assumptions and having them dote on him like he was a child. It didn’t have to be a long break, maybe just a few minutes? His back was starting hurt anyway-

“¡Jesús Cristo! Freddy, what happened?!”

In an instant, Freddy was standing up straight, ignoring the way his stomach lurched with the sudden movement. He snatched his hand away from the cabinet like it burned him, forcing his hands to his sides. Naturally, his face was the first thing to correct, the forced indifferent almost just as natural as breathing to him. He doesn’t really know why he did it, as turning around revealed the obvious; Kreacher was at the door and it was obvious his little performance wasn’t fooling him. Faster than he could blink, Kreacher was right up against him, hands off his shoulders as his eyes darted over him to assess the damage, like a vase that had tipped over and struck the ground, like he was fragile.

Freddy didn’t know exactly why it made him feel offended, but it had sparked and was quickly beginning to burn.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kreacher,” Freddy said- too quickly for his own liking, made him sound desperate “I can, and already have, assured you that I’m just fine-”

“Bull-shit! K-Kreacher knows what he saw, and kn-know you’re lying through your teeth!” Kreacher interrupted, his frustration only becoming clearly with every word that was spilling out, possibly days worth of unsaid worries now flowing freely “fuck- why can’t you ju-just admit to yourself that your not feeling well?! You’re stumbling and panting, it-it’s just so obvious! Why- Why can’t you just admit it?! You’re sick.”

As soon as he processed those words, Freddy found himself tensing up, jaw clenching tightly as he found himself on the defense. Internally, it was a different story; how could he have been so careless about it?! He thought he’d been hiding it well, putting up at least a decent act, but if Kreacher was able to notice it so well, what have other people been thinking?! The only bit of leeway he could apply to himself was the fact that Kreacher would’ve noticed a lot sooner than, considering the amount of time they spent together- Kreacher was his partner, after all, so it was only natural that he’d pick up on Freddys stumbles and lapses in his performance. Really, it was only an inevitability that Kreacher would snap and confront him directly.

Unfortunately, Freddy had dug this hole too far to go back. He needed to stand his ground.

“Kreacher, I assure you I’m fine. I just stood up too fast, that’s all,” this time, his voice came out steady and composed, just the perfect amount of calm to hopefully soothe Kreacher's worries “maybe I’m not feeling the greatest, but I just can’t be as ill as you think I am. I wouldn’t have gotten so much done if I was really that sick, you would’ve instead found me in a much worse state if I really was that ill.”

For emphasis, he took a step back, Kreacher's hands leaving his shoulders as he took a step far too confident for his own good. Whether it was karma or simply just comedic timing, a wave of nausea struck him hard, as if punishing him for lying. It punched the air out of him, and that small distraction had his foot landing the wrong way, not enough to compensate for the shift in weight, and his blood went cold as he fell back. Once again, he was falling, but now he was too far away from the cabinet to grab hold of it. Fuck, unless he could roll onto his side mid-air, he was either going to land on his tailbone or crack his skull open. Either couldn’t be afforded, especially not in his current state, but he didn’t have enough time to think, just hope for the best-

Kreacher quickly reached out and grasped his arm, fingers clinging on tight before Freddy was hauled to his feet. Somehow, even that action was too fast, and Freddy ended up leaning against Kreacher to just keep upright as his mind (and stomach) reeled. Kreacher, thank god, let him have his moment to recoup before guiding him to the chair, moving slowly to make sure Freddy could follow. Freddy had to force his mouth shut and swallow down the sudden flood of saliva that now had decided to join with the nausea. Freddy doesn’t think he'd ever been more relieved to sit in a chair before than right now, if at all, but there was a first time for everything and if it meant the nausea would go away, then so be it. He practically melted into the seat, a hand over his mouth as he tried to will the remains of dizziness away and ignore the metallic twing that stung the back of his throat. He couldn’t throw up, at least not here- he didn't think he’d make it to the bathroom in time and he wasn’t going to vomit on one of the plants, especially not the ones Emma tended to… which was basically all of them.

During this, Kreacher had kneeled down in front of him, putting his hand on Freddys thigh and rubbing comforting circles as Freddy gathered his bearings. It was sweet, but it was overshadowed by just how humiliated Freddy felt. It was embarrassing- he wasn’t supposed to be so weak. He had taken blow after blow during his life, and endless more since he got to the manor, yet here he was; nearly swept off his feet twice and having to be tended to like a child, by his partner no less. Freddy wasn’t good by any means, but he was better than this.

“F-feeling a bit better now?” Kreacher asked softly, cocking his head and giving Freddy that lopsided grin that never failed to make Freddy gush just a little bit “Yo- you should rest for a bit. Kre- I’ll be with you.”

Freddy lowered his hand, taking a deep breath as he stared down at his lap. Kreacher must’ve noticed his shift in and he tried to reach out, but Freddy recoiled, unable to look his own lover in the eyes. His face burned, and he didn’t even know if it was because of the fever or not, but he just couldn’t look at Kreacher.

He. Was. Better. Than. This.

“I- um- thank you d-dear,” Freddy managed out, the effort to keep his voice steady and composed so obvious it only made him feel more ashamed than he already felt “b-but I need to get back to work-”

“Like hell you are.”

Suddenly, Kreacher was all too close, right up against him. On instinct, his heart skipped a beat and he got flustered, only for it to morph into confusion as Kreacher wrapped his arms around him, but not in a hug, like he was going-

“Kreacher Pierson don’t you dare-”

Freddy didn’t even get the chance to finish before he was lifted off the ground, fast enough that it took him off guard but slow enough it didn’t make him hurl. Whether it was his own indignation or a reflex built up from the matches, but he instantly tried to push himself away, wriggling to the side with as much effort as his body would allow. This didn’t work out in his favor, as it allowed Kreacher to hook an arm underneath his legs, lifting them completely off the ground. He didn’t even give Freddy any time to try again before he was moving, taking long strides over to the door as Freddy fumed in his arms.

“Fuckin’- put me down!” Freddy hissed, his free hand going up and fisting Kreacher's shirt, only tugging enough for his frustrations to be known “I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing, but-”

The door, which had apparently been left ajar (what if someone else saw them!? Freddy doesn’t think he’d be able to bear it if anyone else saw him act so pathetic!), had easily been opened up further with a prod, and any words Freddy had yet to say died in his throat the moment they entered the hallway. Freddy gritted his teeth, pressing his face against Kreachers chest like he’d absorbed into it if he tried hard enough, hands clenched so tightly his nails were digging into his palms. This was embarrassing, utterly mortifying, and he couldn’t tell whether falling to the floor and cracking his skull open would be a better alternative than what the hell would happen if someone found him like this.

Kreacher seemed to pick up on his sudden anxiety (or maybe not so sudden- he actually had been anxious for quite a bit) and squeezed him a bit, holding him just a little bit tighter, making Freddy feel… safe.

“D-don’t worry, everyone is b-busy,” Kreacher whispered, taking long but steady strides down the hallways of the manor “Kreacher wouldn’t be d-doing this if he didn’t know that…’

Freddy opened his mouth to say something, but it didn’t take long to realize he had nothing to say anymore. Now that he wasn’t moving or swallowing the urge to vomit, he was tired and woozy and would probably fall asleep in Kreacher's arms before they got to their destination, wherever that was. He just opted to let his head lull, pressed against the crook of Kreacher’s shoulder as his eyes fluttered shut. Kreacher must’ve been outside for a little bit before he went to see Freddy because he was cold- not freezing, but a comforting cool that felt heavenly against his sweltering skin. Christ, why hadn’t Freddy put on something else? It felt like he was boiling in his own skin- is that why it was so hard to think now? Actually, maybe that was for the better. He could risk not thinking for a bit.

With his eyes closed, every sensation felt so intense; the steady rise and fall of Kreacher's chest, the way his fingers would occasionally squeeze as if he was trying to comfort Freddy, the occasional tune he’d hum when it got too quiet, it was all so mesmerizing, so much so that it felt he’d lost track of time. He only snapped back to attention when he felt Kreacher start to put him down. For a moment, it was blind panic, eyes shooting open and darting around, only to calm down once his mind caught up to him. He was in his room, now on his bed with a blanket (one of the thinner ones, thank god) being laid on him. Freddy let his head lull back into the pillow, watching with just a faint smile as Kreacher slowly untied his tie, putting on his nightstand before beginning to unbutton his shirt. Freddy raised an eyebrow.

“That better be just to keep me from overheating, young man,” Freddy, even in his current state, couldn’t help but tease “I need to be resting, remember?”

Predictably, Kreacher's cheeks flushed a bit, and Freddy giggled as he (poorly) tried to hide the grin spreading across his face. It wasn’t easy to make Kreacher flustered, especially when it was just the two of them, so he couldn't help the swell of pride in his chest, nor the smirk that was creeping across his face.

“Pervertido,” Kreacher chuckled, hands moving to roll up Freddys sleeves “Such an innocent action and y-you say that. Says more about you than it does about Kreacher…”

It got another laugh out of him, Freddy playfully swatting at him while Kreacher just stuck out his tongue in response.

This was… nice. It had been a long time since he’d been able to enjoy some domestic bliss, and it didn’t help that those memories were tainted with the grief that came with loss, so being able to do it, even all these years later, was a pleasant surprise. Hell, sometimes it still surprised him that he even managed to get to this point, where he could fall in love again; he didn’t think someone like him deserved to be loved again, if at all, but here Kreacher was, tending to him like they’d been married for years. Even now, with Kreachers hands actively touching him, it still didn’t feel real, like a dream…

“..g-gonna have got some clean clothes,” Kreacher was muttering to himself as he smoothed out the sheets “m-maybe some warm tea? No, n-not warm- ugh, I need to get Ms. Dyer-”

…that was going to become a nightmare-

“No!” Freddy nearly yelled, shooting up far too fast but he didn’t care “N-not her- I don’t need her. I’m just fine without her.”

It only occurred after he’d said it said Freddy could’ve been nicer about it, but it had already been done and he could see the frustrated burn behind Kreachers eyes, irritation making his fingers twitch. He stood up sharply, clearly exasperated by Freddy's continued stubbornness that he just didn’t understand. Freddy just wished he did, that it suddenly clicked in his head, that no words needed to be spoken for it to happen but by the time he opened his mouth Kreacher was already speaking.

“Por el amor de Dios- Kreacher knows you two don’t get along, but she’s- she’s the only doctor here!” Kreacher wasn’t shouting, but Freddy still shied away, lowering his head in what felt like shame, shame that he just couldn’t talk right, but Kreacher didn’t even seem to notice “Ada is not that kind of doctor, and I’m not- I’m not even a doctor! She’s the only one who can- who can help you! K-Kreacher doesn’t understand what you’re afraid of-”

Then it clicked.

Kreacher went silent, his face falling as it finally clicked into place, as he finally put two and two together. Freddy wanted to get mad, to yell that he should’ve realized sooner, but he just couldn’t; sometimes, you just didn’t think about it until you said it, didn’t connect the dots until you could see them, didn’t see how two things could be related until confronted. It wouldn’t have done anything anyway, the way Kreacher’s eyes widened, the way he hunched as his eyes went wide, darting around as if he couldn’t decide if he could look Freddy in the eye made it clear that he felt guilty. Normally, Freddy felt pleased, vindicated even, when people felt guilt, but now he just felt even more guilty than Kreacher did. Why hadn’t he said something? Gently nudged Kreacher in the right direction before snapping like that? Why did he just expect him to know?

“Mierda, Freddy, Kreacher is- I am- am sorry, I- I didn’t think about it-” Kreacher sputtered, fingers nervously fiddling with the clothes of his clothes, hunched into himself like he expected Freddy to scream at him or something “I sh-should’ve realized- fuck, I’m so sorry-”

“It- it’s okay,” Freddy sputtered suddenly, taking both of them off guard with how steady his voice was. “I should’ve just told you- and it's not just her, I don’t really trust any doctor, not one…”

For a moment, Kreacher just stood there, as if he was waiting for Freddy to suddenly snap at him, but Freddy never did and it made him confident enough to step forward, tentatively reaching out a hand and placing it on his shoulder. Freddy didn’t flinch, but couldn’t lean into it either. Thankfully, this didn’t deter Kreacher, who lifted his hand up and cupped Freddy's cheek. This time, he leaned into his, thankful for Kreacher's hands being so cold against his skin. Freddy still felt like he was on fire, though whether it was his illness or just a result of such high emotions. It felt nice either way.

“I- I think I understand,” Kreacher started after a long pause, clearly choosing his words carefully “but, if this d-doesn’t fade- like, it- it gets worse, I… I will ask her, but…”

“...only as a last option?”

Kreacher smiled warmly and nodded.

“Only as a last option.”

Freddy hesitated, but eventually nodded, even if his anxiety was telling him to do otherwise. He relaxed himself and let himself fall back against the bed, taking in a deep breath to cool his nerves. Kreacher just watched, before reaching out and taking his glasses off, putting everything that wasn’t a foot in front of him in a blur. It didn’t bother him too much though, especially as he audibly heard Kreacher folding them up and placing them down with his tie. He did raise an eyebrow when Kreacher placed a hand on his forehead.

“Y-you’re still running a fever,” Kreacher muttered, before standing up “I’m g-gonna get something. Kreacher will b-be right back, promise.”

Freddy didn’t say anything, just nodded dumbly as Kreacher left, only frowning once he was out the door. Now that he was alone, anxiety was starting to crawl up his spine again, sinking its nails into his skin and prying open all the old wounds that resided. Even though the memories were fresh, they were already being twisted beyond his control; Kreacher could’ve been lying, could’ve gone to get Emily, just rip the bandaid off while he was vulnerable. Freddy doesn’t even know if he would blame him either way, it wasn’t like it was job to take care of him. Kreacher was doing him a favor, even if he was in a relationship with him. Still, Freddy trusted him, especially because Kreacher is one of the few people here who know that woman's true nature, know what she did.

Maybe he was going soft, but he wanted to trust Kreacher. He didn’t want to be on edge, always assuming the worst, especially with his partner. He wasn’t going to let his worries ruin this too, he just couldn’t.

Thankfully, Kreacher wasn’t gone for long, and he definitely didn’t come back into the room with that woman in toe. Freddy smiled at him- he hoped he did at least. God, his vision was awful- and he didn’t even need to ask what Kreacher was holding before the wet, delightfully cold rag was gently placed on his forehead. It felt like an instant relief, even if he didn’t fully like the way water dripped down his face and soaked his hair (his air was awfully curly when it wasnt dried properly). Already, it felt like his mind was clearlier, like he could actually think again.

“Th-thank you, Kreacher,” Freddy mumbled, tiredness seeping into his voice “I love you.”

“I love you too, conejito testarudo.”

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I’m so sorry if this sucks I’m so tired lol

[slutforpringles]

Stroll isn't racing because he's had a complication related to the wrist injury he had a few years ago and yet my heart makes it about Daniel because he used the same surgeon. Interestingly, it's the same guy who operated on Marc Marquez and he also doesn't go to him anymore..

I am in no way Lance's biggest fan but I really hope he's ok and also isn't consuming any of the vile online responses to his injury and withdrawal from the race this weekend. In terms of the surgeon I think it's probably unfair to suggest it's necessarily related to the surgeon, especially at this stage when we have pretty no information other than what the team has said about it being a complication. The way he returned to the sport so soon after his injuries/surgeries means there's every chance his body wasn't ever able to heal properly or completely - and that's not to blame Lance in any way - just highlighting that there are various scenarios that could be the root cause of the current issues and the surgeon himself is just one of many.

Also totally with you on making everything about Daniel because that is very much what my brain (and heart) do with just about everything F1 related. If there's one positive I'll give to Red Bull, it's that I am very glad they didn't force Daniel to return to the sport before he or his doctor felt he was ready and actually allowed him to get his hand back to at least semi-functioning and strong condition before hopping back into the car.